A Constitute Reality Chapter 6, an assassination classroom/暗殺教室 fanfic

MY EXAMS ARE OVER! YESSSSS

So yeah this was a little late *ahem* Four days late *ahem* Sorry :P

So i'm making it my private sort of goal to fluff as much as I can. Or everything.

OH WARNINGS: Slightly more vivid kiss scenes *coughs awkwardly into fist* Seems like when I'm super happy I get...descriptive...and uh, it's chapter 6? Maybe some weirdness as usual lol

If I can't fluff everything...well, as an apology before hand:

(Basically just deleted scenes because they didn't fit in with the story and they were kinda boring and also they were strangely romancy (LOL SORRY XD)

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A night at the Akabane's

Dinner:

(YEEEEAAAHHHH The descriptive kiss thing is in here so don't read if you can't tolerate people swapping spit because i don't know. I just felt like it)

"Do you like dinner, Nagisa-chan?" Mrs Akabane asks Nagisa cheerfully.

Picking at her strangely red plate, Nagisa attempts a smile. "Well, I've never eaten this before, Mrs Akabane..."

"We flew to Italy, see? Before we went to Spain." Mrs Akabane clarifies. "And they had the most delicious pasta there. What you're eating now is spinach and cheese ravioli in tomato sauce." Nagisa's eye widen and she stares at the weirdly red plate. What the heck is ravioli?! It just looks like puffed up square pastas doused in tomato sauce! Next to Nagisa, Karma chokes on his drink, laughing as liquid flies out of his mouth when he coughs.

"Manners," Mr Akabane scolds his son, and is Nagisa's eyes deceiving her or did he just steal a piece of Karma's ravioli...?!

Karma straightens, and Nagisa's ninety percents sure that he didn't have a monogrammed handkerchief in his hand two seconds ago. Karma uses the handkerchief to dab at his mouth, smirking at his father the whole time. Mr Akabane looks amused, holding a drink that isn't his...and suddenly Nagisa's drink is in Karma's hand and what is going on...? The utensils are shifting around, and Nagisa's plate is suddenly filled with cheese...

"Behave you two," Mrs Akabane scolds. "Or at least leave Nagisa-chan out of this."

"Yeah, yeah," Karma dismisses his mother's words easily, tossing a fork to his father. Wait, isn't that her fork...? What are they doing...? Naigsa narrows her eyes slightly and after watching for a bit longer now, she sees what's happening.

Karma and his father had started out swiping each other's stuff, shifting utensils and plate arrangements to confuse each other. When they had run out of things to rearrange, they had started involving Nagisa's dining items as well, the utensils hopping from her to across the table, where Mr Akabane is sitting, to Karma, sitting next to her. Every minute, the layout of their food has a new pattern from the last. Nagisa's head hurts as she tries to keep up with everything, because goodness knows she's not going to accidentally use someone else's silverware. Finally giving up, Nagisa picks up a spoon, and examines it closely. After concluding that it can't possibly be Mr or Mrs Akabane's spoon, she uses it. At best, it's her own. At worse, she's using Karma's spoon. At any rate, there's a fifty-fifty chance of it being her own, and she'll take those odds. It's not like she'll contract some kind of disease from it.

"Nagisa~" Karma simmers. Nagisa groans, already anticipating Karma's next teasing words, since it's likely that she just used his spoon. Instead, Karma grabs Nagisa's chin and tilts her head towards his, kissing her deeply. Nagisa's is pretty sure that Karma and her haven't kissed with tongue before, but he's definitely trying to right now, judging from the way he's nibbling her lower lip (Who knows, maybe this is prompted by some Karma-like jealousy because Bitch-sensei frenched Nagisa).

"Karma, we're in front of your parents," Nagisa hisses, pulling away slightly.

"Don't care. You grew up in Europe. My parents are Euro-Japanese. They're definitely more tolerant of making out at the table," Karma captures her lips again and works her lower lip into his mouth, suckling and nibbling until Nagisa finally parts her lips and wow...Nagisa's eyes widen as Karma slips his tongue in. Swallowing thickly, she closes her eyes, gripping the armrests of the chair she's sitting on as he leisurely explores the inside of her mouth. Karma tastes like a little bit of saliva and the tomato paste that was part of their dinner. Nagisa moves her grip from the armrests of her seat to Karma's arms, sighing softly when he gently strokes her tongue with his. His hands release her chin, and Karma wraps his arms around Nagisa.

Clap.

The jarring clap starts both Karma and Nagisa, who pull apart slightly, Karma with an annoyed expression and Nagisa panting heavily.

"While it's nice to see my son interact with his girlfriend, you might want to stop because your mother is going crazy," Mr Akabane coughs lightly. Next to him, Mrs Akabane has her phone out and pointed at the two teenagers, and she's shaking her husband's arm as Karma holds Nagisa.

"Don't interrupt, that was very good," Mrs Akabane beams. "I almost want to post it on insta-HEY!" Mr Akabane snatches her phone, making a few taps on the screen.

"Deleted."

"EH?!"

Sleeping arrangements:

"Am I sleeping in here?" Nagisa asks. She and Karma are in his room, both in their sleep wear (an oversized while sweater for Nagisa, with a blue tank top underneath and leggings, a random top and shorts for Karma). Karma is sitting on his bed, his legs stretched out, back against the wall, humming as he plays a game on his Nintendo 3DS. Nagisa sits between his legs, half using Karma as a chair, reading, or rather, trying to understand a book by Murakami when she suddenly realises the problem. Karma's room, while two or three times larger than her bedroom at home, only has one giant bed (and Nagisa isn't going to share it with him), a kotatsu (but without the blanket), a study table and a closet. The rest of the room is just emptiness on tatami flooring.

"Yeah, you can take the bed," Karma's fingers are rapidly pressing the buttons of his DS. Nagisa wonders what game he's playing.

"No, I'll go get a futon. It's still in the hall closet, right?" Nagisa places her open book facedown on Karma's knee, standing.

"Get me one too."

Nagisa sighs. "No, because you'll be sleeping on your bed."

"No, get me one because I'll be sleeping on the floor too."

"Karma, you have a bed-"

"Covered in my shit," Karma gestures to his queen-sized bed, eyes still focused on his DS, near completely covered in study guides and game manuals, a few out-of-place things, like a spool of some transparent-like string and a box that screams 'fragile', scattered randomly among the pile. "Can't sleep here, so just bring me a set - OH SHIT!" Karma shrieks, his hands rapidly jamming on the buttons of his DS again.

Sighing, Nagisa gives in.

When she returns to Karma's room, her hands filled with bedsheets and pillows and what-not, Karma is still desperately pressing all the buttons, occasionally tapping the screen with his stylus. Nagisa's book is somewhere on Karma's pile of stuff, presumably knocked off the redhead's knee as he played his game. Shaking her head at her boyfriend, Nagisa begins setting up the futons. The room is silent for a good while.

"Damn it. I lost," Karma groans, shutting his DS and tossing it onto his pillow. "Oh, you're lining mine against yours?" When Karma says that, only then does Nagisa notice that she's placed both futons perfectly next to each other, the sides of the mattresses practically overlapping.

"Should I have not?" She furrows her brows. After all, in the past, when she and Karma had sleepovers, they always lined their futons against each other. Perhaps it is different, now that they're grown up.

"Nah, it's fine," Karma grins and joins her on the floor. For a second, Nagisa sees the mischievous look in his eyes, but it's enough for her to know that Karma is planning something. "Want to sleep together?"

Nagisa's face heats up and she scrambles away from him, her mind going nuts. "Karma! We're not even fifteen yet! Don't say stupid things like that, Karma, we're too young to-"

"In the same bed," Karma smirks, grabbing Nagisa's wrists and pulling her to him. "What are you thinking, then? My room can get pretty cold sometimes. Could use the warmth, huh?" Nagisa pouts as Karma laughs. "What were you thinking, hm? Illicit things?" Instead of replying, Nagisa continues to pout. "Come on, I'm only teasing," Karma kisses Nagisa's fingers a few times before she finally stops pouting, then he smirks and pulls her onto his lap, so that her legs are wrapped around his waist. Leaning forward, Karma captures Nagisa's lips again. "Let's continue from where we left off in the dining room," Karma says softly, one hand of his lightly holding her chin, the other on the small of her back. Nagisa's eyes flutter shut as Karma's tongue slides into her mouth, and she's hyper aware of her heart beating soo fast and loudly. She can hear it. Her hands go to Karma's hair, running through and lightly tugging the slightly coarse locks. Karma seems pleased by this, as he makes a small sort of...sound into her mouth, something that makes her feel weirdly tingly. His tongue begins moving, lightly stroking against hers...he tastes a little different now, somehow sweeter and a lot more - oh. Nagisa grip falls to Karma's shoulders, because wow, he's surprisingly good at this. His tongue licks the back of her teeth and her fingers tighten around his shoulders as she mewls softly, sucking on his tongue gently. Karma smirks against her lips and pulls her closer, his hands shifting to her hair, carding his fingers through it. As they continue, Nagisa has to physically remind herself to breathe because, well, because.

When they finally break away, there's a string of saliva connecting their lips. Karma bats it away without a second thought.

"This is part of the reason why it's unlawful for a girl to sleep at her boyfriend's house," Nagisa mumbles, swallowing thickly a few times.

Karma's laugh is rich. "Well, think of it as...as practising. Remember Bitch-sensei was teaching us about the kiss of death thing?"

"I don't think you need anymore practice in that field," Nagisa rests her head against Karma's shoulder, quietly breathing in the scent of...of strawberries, for some reason. Karma laughs again and Nagisa can actually feel it, rumbling and low.

"Let's carry on anyway," Karma says breezily, and Nagisa smiles against his shoulder.

"Fine by me," She moves so that she can look into his eyes and smiles again, all innocent. "I could use the practice."

Chapter 6:

Wait...TOP 50?! (Are you insane? No? Just checking.)

Exam time

AND

Sovereign Time

Also

Spinning time

"NAGISA! OH MY GOD YOU HAVE GOT TO WAKE UP RIGHT NOW, I THINK MY MOTHER IS BUTCHERING THE FINE ART OF FRENCH TOAST!" A loud scream wakes Nagisa up.

"H-huh?" Nagisa blinks her eyes open, wincing at the bright light filling the room.

"Wake up, Nagisa! I have to run down to the kitchen to correct her, but I don't want to knock your head off my lap and cause you brain damage or something." It's Karma who's shouting. What's going on...?

"...Lap?" Nagisa rubs her eyes slowly.

"Yes, we were doing homework last night, remember? And you fell asleep in the middle of reading the english passage to - Oh my god she's putting cloves in, I can smell them. Nagisa, please wake up faster. Cloves should not go in with french toast. Chocolate or cinnamon and nutmeg is fine, but not cloves."

"Aren't we on a different floor?" Nagisa lifts her head from whatever it is she's lying on, trying to simultaneously rub and blink the sleep out of her eyes. What time is it? She wonders.

"I can smell it! Go get ready for school and come down whenever," Karma disappears out of the door.

Come down whenever? Nagisa already misses being in the arms of slumber. Maybe after a short nap...

"I can't believe you slept through the argument I had with my mother," Karma sighs as he and Nagisa walk to the train station. "We were being super loud." Karma glances at Nagisa, who looks embarrassed. "And you had an extra half hour of sleep." Nagisa hangs her head. "And we had to rush out of the house for school." Karma hands her a napkin, still warm french toast inside. "Now we have to eat on the go," Karma has his own breakfast in his hand. Accepting the toast, Nagisa bows her head in apology.

"I'm sorry..."

The bell tolls.

"Now class, shall we begin?" Korosensei begins the day by splitting into several of himself, presumably by using his speed.

"Begin what?" The class stares at the multiples of Korosensei.

"The time has come for midterms!" Korosensei crows. Wait, what? Nagisa's eyes widen. Already?! "And that's why I've set aside this period for my..." There's a slight pause here, presumably for tension's sake, before Korosensei and his...multiples chorus together. "Special supersonic exam cram class! SSECC for short, nurufufufufufu..."

"Uh..." Nagisa glances over her shoulder, to Karma, who looks amused.

Then Korosensei's multiples split up suddenly, one in front of each student. "My afterimages can work with you one-on-one," Korosensei says, flickering around. "To provide individually targeted revision for your weakest subjects."

"This is just dumb," Terasaka growls from the back of the class, looking disinterested as he gazes somewhere to his left. "He even switches headbands for each subject." Terasaka looks up at the afterimage that just appeared in front of him, then falters. "HEY! WHY DO I HAVE A NARUTO ONE?!"

"Yours is a special curriculum, Terasaka-kun," Korosensei explains. "You're weak in multiple subjects, after all."

Nagisa watches with some interest, silently tallying up all the after images. Korosensei is just getting faster, isn't he? Six Japanese...eight Math...three Social Studies...four Science...four English and one Naruto...He's managed to split up enough to cover every student, but it wasn't long ago that he could only handle four or five images.

The Korosensei image's face in front of Nagisa suddenly caves in on one side, making a little "Nyuya!" sound. Nagisa jumps, nearly falling out of her seat.

"No sneak assassinations, if you please, Karma-kun!" Korosensei scolds. Nagisa turns and sees Karma holding a knife in front of him, sticking out his tongue. Geez..."Dodging interferes with my ability to maintain steady images!"

"These afterimages are rather sensitive and delicate..." Nagisa notes. So shouldn't it be tiring? "But, Korosensei, doesn't it exhaust you to keep them all up?"

"Worry not, Nagisa-san," Korosensei reassures. "I have one afterimage relaxing outside."

"Won't that tire you out more?!"

But with this drastic increase in capabilities...Korosensei is probably preparing to blow up the earth next year...No matter how you slice it, he's a real pain to have as a target...

"Have you understood everything so far, Nagisa-san?" Korosensei asks.

Nagisa glances down at her notes.

"Yes."

But with exams looming...It's really great to have him as a teacher.

School's over.

"Hey, Nagisa! A new ice cream shop opened up in town! Want to go?" Kayano immediately asks the blue-haired girl.

"Please say yes," Sugino begs, joining the two girls.

"Uh, Kayano, we have class duty today?" Nagisa reminds the green-haired girl. "And Sugino, didn't you have plans with Maehara and Okajima?"

"Yes, but I don't want to go with them," Sugino admits. "They want to go girl hunting."

"Just ask Karma to go with," Kayano rolls her eyes. "Even they won't be too pervy around him. Or ask Takebayashi to go instead of you."

"Why Takebayashi?" Nagisa glances at the mentioned boy. Takebayashi Koutarou, a boy with thick glasses, dark hair combed over the sides of his head and...actually, Nagisa doesn't know his eye colour, strangely.

"He's an Otaku," Kayano says as though it explains everything.

"Huh?"

"Can't you two bail me out?" Sugino begs.

"Karma!" Nagisa calls. Sugino flinches, shaking his head rapidly at her. When the redhead moves over to them, head tilted questioningly, Nagisa decides to not be so cruel to Sugino, since he's so against Karma joining him, making up a reason for calling him over. "Kayano and I have duty today-"

"Eh? Really? Well, call me when you're done," Karma grins.

"Sugino," Kayano hisses, elbowing the boy.

"OK, OK..." Sugino grumbles. "Hey, Karma-kun?"

"Hmm? You're Sugino, right?" Karma asks. "Nagisa's friend...the baseball guy."

"Er, yeah."

"Sugino," Kayano elbows him again. "You're not asking him on a date, jeez!" She whispers. Nagisa giggles when she hears Kayano's words. Should she bail him out...? Nagisa's eyes fall on Nakamura, somewhere behind Karma, laughing with Fuwa and Kurahashi.

"Nakamura-san, Fuwa-san," Nagisa waves her over. "Can I ask you guys a favour?"

"Sure, as long as you have something to pay back with," Nakamura readily agrees, the two girls making their way over. Kurahashi waves at them before joining Kataoka, Hayami and Okano, the four of them leaving the classroom.

"Maehara-kun and Okajima-kun want to pollute Sugino's mind," Nagisa explains. "Could you maybe-"

"You're asking Nakamura?!" Sugino yelps, cutting Nagisa off mid-sentence. "And Fuwa?!"

"Why not? Nakamura-san is very smart," Nagisa blinks cluelessly at Sugino, who looks more worried than ever. "And Fuwa is pretty spontaneous, so I thought..."

"They're just as bad as Maehara and Okajima!"

"What do you mean?" Fuwa protests. "We are not!"

"Got it, Nagisa," Nakamura grabs onto Sugino's arms. "Come on, Baseball! Let's go window-shopping for girls!" As she drags the poor Sugino away, Nakamura calls over her shoulder. "Wanna come Karma? You can gaze at all the small girls."

"Eh?" Karma waves at Nagisa and follows after the blonde. "That makes me sound like some kind of lolli*."

"Not that kind of small. I definitely don't want to have to tell Nagisa that you were checking out little kids," Nakamura replies. "Hey, Maehara, Okajima! I'm coming with you two. So's Karma and Fuwa."

"Err..." Kayano and Nagisa trade awkward smiles as the group of five people walk away. "That could have gone better?" Kayano sighs.

"Poor Sugino," Nagisa agrees. "Maybe we should help him?"

"Nah, he could use the exposure," Kayano says with an evil glint in her hazel eyes. "This is revenge for him eating my pudding!"

"Kayano, it's just pudding."

"Nagisa, it's my pudding. Like if someone were to eat your sushi."

"Uh, I'm not as fond of sushi as you are of pudding...?"

"Whatever. Sugino ate my pudding. The nice one that I bought from downtown and saved for almost a week before I found an occasion special enough to eat it...AND HE ATE IT!" Kayano wails. "So now he must pay."

"Uh...ok..." Nagisa shakes her head, trying not to think too much into Kayano and her puddings. "Let's get started, then we can finish earlier."

"Whoa, that took shorter than I thought!" Kayano says cheerfully as the two girls start out of the classroom.

"Well, we only had to sweep," Nagisa points out.

"And dust. And clean the board. And air the classroom-"

"We didn't have to do that."

"But I wanted to."

As they walk past the staff room, Nagisa hears Korosensei's voice, sounding like he's trying to be persuasive. "And would you be so good as to consider a slight raise in my salary? I've added a few more afterimages in my lineup, you see."

Korosensei weak point #6: He sucks up to his superiors

"Let's listen in!" Kayano whispers excitedly, yanking on Nagisa's arm. Nagisa obligues, mostly because she's curious too. The door of the staff room is open a crack, and Nagisa and Kayano peep in.

Sitting on a chair is a man with neatly combed rust brown hair and violet eyes, his legs crossed as he demurely sits, Korosensei moving about around him, giving him a shoulder massage...pouring him tea... Nagisa recognises him as Asano Gakuhou, the Board Chairman of Kunugigaoka Junior High. "I must apologise," Asano says, cutting off Korosensei's 'casual' question on his salary. "I'd meant to come and pay my respects sooner." He stands, facing Korosensei. "The Ministry of Defence and Karasuma-san have told me all about you." He smiles. "I can't claim to understand everything, but...how heart broken you must be. To have sought to be the saviour of the world, only to fall into the role of the great villain who would destroy it."

"Saviour?" Nagisa whispers questioningly.

"Villain?" Kayano shrugs, implying that she doesn't know either.

"But let's set that aside for now," Asano lowers his head, closing his eyes as though pleased by Korosensei's reaction...which is to say, lack of reaction. "Struggle as I may, I cannot hope to save the planet from its crisis. Unless in the event of the unexpected, I shall be staying out of your assassination altogether." He begins to walk toward the door, pausing to whisper something to Karasuma. Nagisa and Kayano exchange looks when they hear the words. "You've certainly paid me enough, after all."

"We appreciate it," Karasuma replies with a steady voice.

"Well, aren't you rational?" Bitch-sensei speaks up, sounding slightly flirty. "I certainly don't mind that in a man."

"I'm honored," Asano places his hand over his heart, bowing slightly. "However..." He walks to the open window of the classroom and perches there, smiling demurely at the other three teachers. "As the board chairman, I must consider what lies in store next year and beyond - in the event the earth survives. In other words, what would happen to this school should someone happen to kill you? Frankly, we need the E Class to remain as it is." Nagisa's eyes narrow. That's not good...

"I don't like him," Kayano whispers. "I'd like to throw an anti-sensei knife at him, see how he likes that!"

"Kayano, shh!"

"As it is?" Korosensei asks, surprisingly calm. "You mean with rock-bottom grades and treatment, like now?"

"Indeed. Are you familiar with the worker ant principle?" Asano asks. "In any given group, twenty percent will be lazy, twenty percent will work hard and the remaining sixty percent will be average. My goal is a group composed of five percent slackers and ninety-five percent hard workers. 'I don't want to be like the E Class', 'I don't want to end up in the E Class', if we install such determination in ninety-five percent of the students, my ideal ratio can be achieved."

"The evil mastermind reveals his plan," Kayano hisses. "Write this down, Nagisa!"

"Uh..."

"I see," Korosensei nearly spits. "Very logical indeed. And that is why you must keep the five percent that forms the E Class weak and pitiful."

"I received a complaint from the D Class teacher," Asano says. "'A student from class E glared at my students and threatened to kill them.'"

"I forgot about that..." Nagisa murmurs, feeling embarrassed.

"You did that, Nagisa?!" Kayano gapes at her.

"No! I didn't threaten to kill them, they were picking on me and they said...well, the point is, I was provoked."

"I'm sure it's only natural for an assassin to glare daggers at people," Asano carefully says. "That in itself is not the problem. The problem is that a student with rock-bottom grades defied a regular one. Under my policies, that cannot stand. Please tell that student in no uncertain terms to control themselves. Even if it's Akabane, his behaviour will not be tolerated." Asano moves towards the door, seemingly about to leave properly this time.

"So I guess Takada and Tanaka didn't want to admit it was a girl who threatened them..." Nagisa laughs a bit awkwardly.

"Oh, and Korosensei..." Asano whirls around, throwing something at Korosensei. "Solve this. You have one second."

"EH?!" Korosensei catches the thing, which glints in the light of the room. It's a wire puzzle. "ONE SECOND?"

One second later, Korosensei is a tangled mess on the floor.

"What the hell is this?!" Nagisa and Kayano gasp, before immediately shushing each other.

Korosensei weak point #7: Wire ring puzzles freak him out

"You are indeed as fast as they say," Asano smirks. "There is no doubt that you can dodge any attempt on your life. But you know, Korosensei...you cannot solve every problem in life with speed alone. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Kayano and Nagisa have no time to hide as Asano yanks open the sliding door of the staff room. He looks surprised to see them there, but his shook quickly melds into a mocking grin. "Hey there," He says cheerfully, his dry words obviously aimed at the two girls. "I look forward to seeing how you will do on your midterms! Good luck!" Then, he narrows his eyes, gazing at Kayano. "You know, Miss Kayano, I hope you're enjoying your time in the E Class. If not, feel free to dominate the top spot!" He walks away, leaving Nagisa with a sinking feeling in her gut.

In a matter of seconds, this man had transformed her from an assassin back into a student of the E Class.

"Kayano?" As the two girls are walking to the station, Nagisa finally decides to ask her friend the question that's been bothering her, interrupting Kayano as she talks about caramelisation.

"Hmm?"

"What did he mean by 'feel free to dominate the top spot'?"

"I don't know...maybe he thinks I'm really smart? Do I look like I'm really smart, Nagisa?" Kayano pokes her own cheeks, making a face.

"..."

"Thought so! You're just too nice to say that I look like a ditz, right?"

"Kayano..."

"Yes?"

You're hiding something, aren't you? Nagisa thinks.

Outside, she smiles and shakes her head. "It's nothing."

"Don't you have to call Karma-kun?"

"Oh I forgot!"

"Good morning class," The next day, the skies are painted a dreary gray. Nagisa feels her mood is just as dark. Korosensei, on the other hand has his usual bright smile on his face and seems two times more determined than the previous day. "Today you will be seeing even more of me!" Korosensei splits up into at least three times the amount of images there were the previous day.

That's way too many! Nagisa drops her pen. As Korosensei's images split, three or four to each student, Nagisa is very amazed. However...Even the afterimages are getting sloppy...you can hardly tell they're all the same person...er, octopus. Around the class, everyone is writing notes, trying to keep up with Korosensei's rapid pace.

"What's wrong, Korosensei? Aren't you getting a little too much into it?" Kayano asks.

"Hmm? Not at all!"

Nagisa picks up her pen, recalling the words of Asano the previous day. We need the E Class to remain as it is... Her fingers scramble to scribble what Korosensei is saying about mensuration**.

At the end of the lesson, Korosensei is completely spent, collapsing onto the teachers desk, fanning himself. His whole face is red.

"That must've been exhausting, even for him," Maehara comments. A ring of students surround Korosensei.

"Maybe this is our chance!" Nakamura hums, holding up her knife.

"Why's he working so hard, anyway?" Okajima asks, looking curious.

Nagisa stands, moving to the back of the class, where Karma is balancing on his chair's two legs. Karma gives her a funny little salute as she stands next to him.

"So Asano Gakuhou strikes again, huh?" Karma says dryly. Nagisa shrugs.

"I assume so, heh..." She places a box on Karma's desk. "Here."

"Did you go home to get it?" Karma frowns, sitting up properly. "Nagisa-"

"It was fine. Mother wasn't home," Nagisa fibs, twisting the hem of her waistcoat. "I owe you, anyway."

"Don't be an idiot."

"Open it!"

Even he's tired, Korosensei manages to let out a weak laugh at the front of the class. "Nurufufufu...It's to get your exam scores up. If that happens..." Korosensei trails off, his face turning pink. Nagisa wonders what on earth Korosensei is thinking about for his face to turn that pink, not to mention that giddy smile on his face. "I won't have to fear for my life, and I'd be living on an easy street..."

The ring of students exchange looks.

"Well," Mimura coughs awkwardly. "We don't really have to be straight-A students..."

"Yeah...whoever assassinates him gets ten billion, after all..." Yada smiles nervously.

"Yeah, with ten billion, you don't need top grades to live a good life!" Nakamura props her hands behind her head.

Karma snorts softly from the back of the class. "Yeah, until it runs out."

"You're being very realistic," Nagisa sighs. "Besides, it's ten billion."

"Nyuya! I-is that how you all see it?!" Korosensei exclaims, seeming to be back to normal.

Everyone's faces fall slightly, Nagisa can see that, even though smiles are put up at lightning speed to disguise their moods.

"We're the end class, Korosensei," Okajima says.

"Your assassination way is more accessible to us than any exam," Mimura nods.

"Ah." Korosensei lowers his head. "I see how it is."

"Wait for it," Karma holds his hands up, forming a rectangle with his fingers, making Nagisa think of somebody holding up a camera. "Korosensei's going to do his life lessons thing again!"

"How what is?" Mimura asks cluelessly.

"You all don't have what it takes to be assassins yet," A dark purple cross covers Korosensei's face. "Out into the schoolyard, the lot of you."

"...What do you think he's going to do?" Nagisa murmurs.

"Don't really know, honestly don't care," Karma stands, waiting until everyone slowly gravitates out of the classroom before he bends down and gives her a sweet kiss. It's not nearly as long as Nagisa wants it to be, because by then, their classmates start to show up in the courtyard outside the window (And besides, it's kind of the wrong atmosphere for a kiss...shortly before a teacher scolds them? Karma has no sense of timing). "Thank you for the gift~" He takes her hand and they leave the classroom, Nagisa dragging her feet as much as she can, because...because Korosensei was really angry earlier...reminding her of...of her mother. As they walk, Karma occasionally drop a kiss on the back of her hand, like he can sense her fear. When they reach the courtyard, Nagisa releases Karma's hand, shaking slightly from anxiety. What will Korosensei do to them...? Will he turn out to be like Ono-sensei? She can tell that Karma's lurking at the back of the class, as always.

"What's going on?"

"Why'd he drag us out here all of a sudden?"

"Who knows? His mood got stormy all of a sudden."

Korosensei stands right smack dab in the middle of the courtyard, back facing the students.

"One of the features of Class E is it's built in remedial process," Finally, he begins to speak. "If they score top fifty of the one hundred and eighty six students who take the periodic exams, as well as receiving permission from their former teacher to return, they can leave the outcasts of the E Class."

"However, their poor academic skills and bleak educational environment provided makes meeting these conditions near impossible," Korosensei begins to push something across the courtyard, and none of them can see his face. "Most E Students are made to feel that remediation is beyond their grasp and comes to terms with the intense discrimination."

Nagisa swallows thickly and slides behind her swarm of classmates and up the stairs until she reaches Karma's side. He doesn't ask any questions. Just takes her hand and starts rubbing circles into the back of it with his thumb, and Nagisa is oddly comforted. But only a little.

"What do you mean, 'Hurry up'?" A shrill voice pierces the air. All eyes snap to it's owner, Bitch-sensei, who is being led to the courtyard by Kataoka, where she stands next to Karasuma - when did Karasuma get there?

"Korosensei said to bring you, Irina-sensei," Kataoka hops down the steps, rejoining the class.

"Irina-sensei," Korosensei announces. "There is something I'd like to ask you as a professional assassin."

"What is all this?" Bitch-sensei asks, uncertainty in her tone.

"When you're on a job, do you only prepare one plan of attack?" Korosensei questions.

"Huh?" Bitch-sensei narrows her eyes. "No. Things rarely play out according to my initial plan. Making detailed backup plans in preparation for any possibility is a basic tenet of assassination."

Nagisa gasps softly, and Karma pokes her to remind her to be quiet. Now she understands why Korosensei is so upset.

"And you, Karasuma-sensei," Korosensei shifts his questioning to the other teacher. "When fighting with a knife, is the first strike the only important one."

"The first strike is of course the most important," Karasuma's answer is concise. "But your next move matters too. Against a powerful foe, your first blow is likely to be dodged, so the precisions of which you can land your second and third blows can decide the fight."

"Look," Maehara speaks up. "What exactly are you getting at?"

"As your teachers have said," Korosensei begins to spin like a top. "A confident assassin always has a backup plan they can rely on. But what about you?" He spins faster and faster. "'We've got assassination, and that's enough,' you think, and there goes your academic goals. You're just trying to deal with your inferiority complexes." The courtyard is suddenly a cyclone of wind, and everyone in class has their arms up to defend their faces. "What if I fled from this classroom? What if another killer got to me first? If you stake everything up on this assassination, and all goes south, all you'll have left if the good old Class E inferiority."

"A word of advice from me to you before you walk that fine line:

Those who cannot wield a second blade, are not qualified to be assassins!" With that, a tornado appears where Korosensei had been standing seconds before.

When the tornado fades, so do the dark clouds.

"The yard was uneven and rampant with weeds," Korosensei announces. "I tidied it up a bit."

When everyone looks again, the courtyard has been transformed. It looks new, with lines chalked for running and new equipment. Shocked gasps fill the courtyard, and Nagisa tugs Karma down the stone steps to look at it better.

"I am a super being capable of destroying the earth. Destroying this neighbourhood would be a piece of cake," Korosensei looks at them, his eyes glinting an angry red. "If you cannot show me a second blade you can depend upon, I will know that none of you are assassins worthy of taking me on, and I will flatten this entire campus before I go."

"Show you a second blade?" Nagisa asks, releasing Karma's hand. "By when?"

"Tomorrow, of course," Korosensei says cheerfully, sounding less serious and more like himself. "I want you all to place top fifty on tomorrow's midterms!"

"EH?!" The class exclaims.

"I've been honing your second blades this whole time!" Korosensei seems amused by their reactions. "You've learnt fast enough to keep up with them and then some." Jabbing a tentacle at them, Korosensei continues. "Wield those blades with confidence. Succeed in your mission and hold your heads high - smiling and unashamed. You are all proud assassins, and proud members of the E Class."

With that,

It was time for midterms.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

Their examiner, Ono-sensei, doesn't bother to keep the volume of his finger tapping down, smirking as he looks at all the E Students in the room. Nagisa is pretty sure he's trying to disrupt their examination...

It's the first midterms of the day, and of course they have to start out with math. And all the exams are taken in the main campus, meaning an away game for class E.

And everything goes south.

Korosensei stands on a hill, watching the sky, awaiting for the return of his beloved students...

He disappears from the spot he was standing in, just as a knife flies into the space his head had occupied nanoseconds before.

"Seriously?" Korosenesei turns and stares at Irina, who has her hands on her hips as she scowls at him. Clearly, she is the thrower of the knife. "You'll really leave if they all don't make top fifty?!" He doesn't say a word and she takes it as confirmation. "Are you insane? Judging from their grades until now...they don't have a snowball's chance in hell!"

"So both Irina-sensei and Karasuma-sensei use that phrase..." Korosensei comments idly.

"Be serious, you octopus!"

"I am. I wouldn't be as quick as you to put them down. After all...they're my students now. I've taught them how to defend themselves, even in a pinch."

But sometimes, the end result isn't what is expected...

"What is the meaning of this? I felt that the test was decidedly unfair," Karasuma stands at the window of the staffroom, speaking his phone. Behind him, his colleagues sit and stand in silence, listening.

"How strange~" The person on the other end simpers. "You should have been notified! Was there some kind of miscommunication on your end, perhaps? You don't stop by the main campus very often so it wouldn't surprise me."

Shiota Nagisa - Total score 315 - Rank 105 of 186

Isogai Yuuma - Total score 367 - Rank 68 of 186

Terasaka Ryouma - Total score 230 - Rank 159 of 186

"I can't say that there was. Regardless, this is quite unusual. Two days before the exam, and you broaden the scope of all the subjects?"

"I don't think you understand...um, Karasuma-sensei. We are a prep school. The last minute cramming abilities of our students is simply another thing we test. Why, the main-campus students received an splendid lecture on the new material from the Board Director himself!"

Karasuma pauses, understanding now. Is there nothing this man won't stoop to in the name of his doctrine?

As he hangs up, Karasuma mulls over the situation. They've put us at a fine spot, He casts a look at the giant yellow Octopus. If he leaves the E Class...

We lose everything.

"The responsibility is entirely mine," Korosensei stands at the front of class, his back facing the students, all of whom have crestfallen faces. "I seem to have overestimated what this school was capable of."

"I can't even face you after that."

A knife flies at Korosensei.

"Nyuya!"

"You sure?" The familiar saccharine sweet cocky voice fills the room. "If you can't face us, you can't see us coming to kill you," Karma marches up to Korosensei's desk.

"Karma-kun, I am very depressed right now!" Korosensei turns red in the face. "And-"

Karma dumps a handful of papers on Korosensei's desk. Nagisa glances up from her sorry results to try and look at what's on Korosensei's desk.

"Changing a few questions isn't going to stop me."

Their class swarms the teacher's table, but Nagisa has already seen the marks.

English. 98%

Math. 100%

Japanese. 98%

Science. 99%

Social studies. 99%

Total score: 494

Rank 4 out of 186

Welllllll...Nagisa's eyes widen. Dang. Is the only thing she can think of.

"Amazing..." Maehara murmurs.

"A hundred in math?! No way!" Isogai gasps.

"My grades were great already," Karma casually brags, Nagisa silently rolling her eyes. "But you really went the extra mile. That's why I could handle the questions after they changed the scope. But assassination is way more fun than going back to my old classroom. I may have a bone to pick with my old teacher, but that's a little worthless if I go back on my own," His eyes seek Nagisa's and she smiles slightly. "I'm staying right here. So, what'cha gonna do, Korosensei? You going to use the other's marks as an excuse to turn tail and run?" Karma mocks. "Sounds like you're just scared that we might kill you!" A vein bulges in Korosensei's head.

The class begins to smile, exchanging looks amongst themselves. Kataoka and Isogai both nudge Maehara, who laughs loudly and props his arms up behind his head.

"Oh, that's it? You were scared?"

Everyone begins chattering and laughing at once.

"You should've told us up front!" Kataoka giggles.

"Just go like 'I'm scared!'" Nakamura does an impression of Korosensei, her arms flailing about everywhere. "'I want to run home to my big octopus mommy!'" Is it Nagisa's imagination, or does Korosensei look sad for a second?

It must be that, because two seconds later, Korosensei is red all over (As red as Karma's hair), his tentacles flailing about everywhere...like Nakamura's just seconds before. "I am not running away!"

"Eh? So then what?" Karma asks.

Korosensei pauses, looking down at the redhead.

"We'll pay them back twofold at the end-of-year exam!"

Inside, Nagisa feels a sense of pride, which is ridiculous.

Why is she there being pleased about being in the E Class?

Finished lol

For Karma's results, well, they didn't quite say which marks was which, so I read the words that said 'English exam' for the english mark, realised that the 100% was on a ya^2 = blah blah, and inferred the other three :p

Anyway, I hope you weren't too offput by this chapter

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XenoCanaan: Thank you ^^ I liked chapter five as well, lol. I hope this Chapter met your standards :P

Amaya Kuruta: Yes, yes Karma does *inane laughing* Well, I just thought about the old philosophy about walking you date to the door, and so Karma walked Nagisa down the mountain. I mean, Nagisa's group. I did my best on the Akabane's, I figured that they would be pretty individualised and nutty, seeing how Karma turned out :O

LucidClockwork: CHIBA AND HAYAMI ARE MY OTP TOO (After Karma and Nagisa too lol) I really wanted to fit them into this chapter . I legit scoured it, but I couldn't find an opening *melts*

Aipom4: XD Here is more of the story *nods*

Danget the Critic: Can I have that crab...? I want it. It's so cute. Lol XD Nagisa as a little police person...whoa it's the opposite of an assassin...I think

Arcanasage: (Man, I had to retype your name twice...) Thanks lol XD

RinnTachibana: Aww! Thank you! XD I have a plan for when Yuuji appears *rubs hands together* oh yes I do *laughs evilly* Don't get me started on what Asano Gakushuu is going to do lol. Since Nagisa is a little oblivious potato in the cannon story, well, I plan on making use of that XD (And Karma may or may not be jealous *clears throat* *whispers* He'll totally be jealous *clears throat*)

GingerHale: What happened? Can you log in now? *is worried* How do you pronounce that...'de extranjis'? Thanks lol XD I always want to fit in more Karmagisa moments (๑′̥̥̥▵‵̥̥̥ ૂ๑) But I sometimes I can't find an appropriate place to put it ( ´•̥ _ •̥` ) Well, I'm still alive (mostly, I fell down some stairs after my exams since I'm such a klutz) but IT'S OVER XD AND I'M CONTINUING (Well, this was up a little late, sorry :( ) Oh, there weren't any typos, so don't worry :P

Guest: Thank you! *pauses* *rereads the review* Dang it, why didn't I think of that? I should have thought about that! I just based her eating habits off my friend because, well, *whispers* my friend is nutty. I should have thought about Karma's mother seeing it and thinking that tho :(

Shiranai Atsune: Thank you! I kinda ship Sugino and Kanzaki so I think I'll put that in, especially since in cannon, Kanzaki liked Nagisa, but now that Nagisa is a smol girl, I'm thinking on working on that ship ^^

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The tablet mystery revealed at last:

Time frame: Between chapter 5 and 6 (now) So more like a mini chapter 5.5

Extras:

The Poem on the Tablet

Nagisa slips her hand into her bag and pulls out a thin tablet.

Ever since Karma had returned to class, she has found herself thinking about the stupid poem she had written, way back when Korosensei had just begun teaching them. Her fingers glide over the carefully penned kanji, before she releases a giant sigh.

"Nagisa, what's that?" Fuwa appears from nowhere, leaning over Nagisa.

"Wha-!" Nagisa falls off her chair, the tablet flying somewhere in Fuwa's general direction.

Please don't catch it, Nagisa silently prays. A hand descends into her field of vision and Nagisa grabs it, releasing a sigh when the person helps her up.

"You ok there, Nagisa-chan?" Yada smiles down at her, letting go of Nagisa's hand, she smoothes out the smaller girls' hair, helping her tie it up again into twintails.

"Yes...where did my...tablet go?" Nagisa asks nervously, tugging the ends of her twintails.

Yada shrugs, stepping back. Nagisa glances around the classroom nervously. Thankfully, Fuwa doesn't seem to have the tablet, so where is...

Oh dear.

Sitting at the table diagonally south-east of Nagisa, Hayami blinks at surprise at the tablet in her hands.

"Hayami, what's that?" Chiba asks. He stands next to the orange-haired girl's desk. Nagisa can't see his eyes, but she guesses that he's just as surprised.

"Who knows," Hayami's eyes move over the tablet and her cheeks colour slightly. After a moment, she passes it to Chiba, looking frazzled.

"Oh. Oh." Chiba's voice is wavering a little.

"I don't know who's it is." Hayami mumbles and Nagisa makes to get off her chair to reclaim the tablet. Thank goodness Fuwa-san is all the way there...

"Chiba, what'cha have there?" Nakamura sings, snatching the tablet out of Chiba's hands.

Nagisa falls off her seat again.

"Nagisa!" Yada exclaims.

Nakamura moves over to help the smaller girl and Nagisa makes use of that to snatch the tablet out of her hands. Unfortunately, she doesn't get far.

"Gotcha!" Fuwa calls gleefully, grasping Nagisa's wrists. "Now I can see what's on this! Maybe it's a doujin!"

"A what?" Nakamura snatches the tablet from Nagisa, her eyes skimming over the words.

"Doujin. Doujinshi full. Like...a mange version of fanfiction? I guess?" Fuwa replies, still gripping Nagisa's wrists. "What does it say?"

"Oh my, oh my," Nakamura smirks.

"Nakamura-san!" Nagisa wails.

"What'cha got there?" Kayano asks, walking towards the blonde girl from where she just entered the class.

"Kayano, Kayano, get a load of this-"

"NAKAMURA-SAN!" Nagisa shrieks.

"'I wasn't quite sure when I realised, but then suddenly, I was-' OUCH!" Nakamura exclaims when Nagisa kicks her in the shin. Twisting out of Fuwa's grasp, Nagisa snatches the tablet and hops onto the table to get out of the reach of the girls, hopping over tables and tables, Nagisa finally makes a loop around the class (with Nakamura, Fuwa and Kayano hot on her heels) and returns to the classroom door. By now, there's a whole uproar inside, and everybody's out of their seats, either chasing after Nagisa angrily, since she stepped on their desks, trying to calm everyone down, or just laughing and adding chaos into the fray.

When she finally reaches the door, Nagisa yanks it open and barrels out of the classroom, sliding the door back to place forcefully. Unfortunately, in typical class E fashion, there is no lock, so Nagisa immediately hightails out of there, leaving the rowdy class behind. So busy she is looking over her shoulder that she almost runs someone over.

"Nagisa? What's wrong?" The person she nearly knocks over grabs her arms, steadying her. Isogai blinks at her, looking confused. Next to him, Maehara is also staring at her in surprise. "Nagisa?"

"It's nothing-"

"NAGISA~!" She jumps when she hears the shouts of her name behind her.

"We seem to have a class revolt," Nagisa amends her words, smiling apologetically to Isogai and Maehara. The two boys exchange looks before Isogai nods slowly.

"You accompany Nagisa-san, Hiroto," Isogai steps toward the classroom. "Let's see what's going on."

"Right, Yuma. Where you going, Nagisa?"

"Uh...staff room." Nagisa come up with something on the spot, gripping the tablet between her hands.

"I'll walk you there," Maehara props his arms up behind his head, walking with the shorter girl. "So why do you need to see the teachers?" He asks.

"..." Nagisa shrugs, fumbling for a response. "I need Bitch-sensei to...translate something to english for me."

"Is that so?" Maehara hums lightly. "So, can I ask you something Nagisa?"

"Y-Yes?" Nagisa plays with the edge of the tablet.

"Are you seeing someone?" Nagisa jumps, her eyes going wide.

"W-W-What? W-Why would y-you draw...draw such a c-conclusion?" Nagisa stammers.

"You have the same glow as Yukimura-sensei at times," Maehara glances down at her. "And you smile to yourself when you see something and laugh sometimes. Also you hum randomly."

"Oh." Nagisa furrows her brows. How to respond... "Oh, you noticed that?"

"Yuma was worried about you," Maehara shrugs. "He notices everyone in class somehow, freaking Ikemen. Usually if someone worries him, he'll ask Kataoka and I to keep an eye on them and see how it goes."

"Oh, that's nice of him?" Nagisa frowns slightly, twisting the edge of her pinafore. "Why was I worrying him?"

"Not so much worrying," Maehara is the one who fumbles with his words now. "More like...you were really happy? So like, the rest of the class has been in higher spirits too. He just noticed that and, yeah. So Kataoka said that you seem fine health-wise, so Yuma asked me if I knew how why you were suddenly so chirpy."

"Was I really?"

"Yeah, it's just your...your aura? So I think you are seeing someone, see?"

"I don't get it." Nagisa wishes that Maehara will stop giving her the third degree.

"Neither do I and I'm the one talking. Anyway, here you go," Maehara kicks open the door of the staffroom. "Bitch-sensei! Nagisa - oh, hi Karma."

"H-Hi..." Nagisa smiles nervously. In the staffroom, Bitch-sensei is the only one inside, with Karma perching on the table, a purse in his hand.

"Oh, Nagisa-chan," Karma gestures for her to come to him. "I found some money."

"Karma, stop bullying Korosensei," Nagisa sighs, but moves towards her boyfriend anyway. Karma props an arm on her head when she stands next to him, peering into the purse-

"Why is there so much money?" Nagisa gapes at the open purse, which has several hundred thousand yen bills inside.

"Right?" Humming softly, Karma takes out three thousand yen bills and some coins. "This is how much my stuff cost," Karma explains when Maehara, Nagisa and Bitch-sensei stare at him. "He took something of mine, so I'm taking the money that it cost~"

"So mean," Maehara throws himself into one of the seats. "Anyway, Karma, do you know who Nagisa is dating?"

"Nagisa is going out with someone?" Bitch-sensei arches a perfectly shaped brow. "Well, I guessed as much." She glances at Karma and Nagisa and laughs. Flushing, Nagisa turns and hides her face in Karma's shirtfront. Seems like Bitch-sensei knows...

"Of course I know," Karma rolls his eyes, removing his arm from Nagisa's head, patting her gently instead.

"So you know who it it?!" Maehara exclaims. "Nice! Tell me, I want to know."

"Isn't it obvious?" Bitch-sensei interrupts, rolling her blue-green eyes. "The two of them."

"What about them?" Maehara asks obliviously.

"They're dating."

"H-HAH?!"

As Maehara peppers Karma with questions, Nagisa passes the tablet to Karma, who accepts it while answering Maehara, shooting sassy remarks to counter Bitch-sensei's lewd comments and also patting Nagisa's head reassuringly at the same time. She takes a few deep breaths, her fingers still gripping Karma's black jacket.

"Oh, nice," Karma suddenly says, cutting Maehara's question off. "When did you write this?"

"During class. The day I called you in...after that," Nagisa mumbles. "I...It's for you."

"I guessed as much," Karma sets his hands on Nagisa's shoulders and hops off the table. "Hey, look at me?" She lifts her eyes. "Good girl," Karma leans down and kisses her softly and sweetly.

Nagisa guesses that all the drama over the tablet is worth it.

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