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Chapter 14
The classroom is completely silent. With the words "self study" written on the board, no one really knows what direction to go in. All eyes are on the newly dubbed "Bitch-neesan." Her feet are propped up on the podium as she taps away at her tablet. The sound of her nails are sharp, almost frustrated. Her brow furrows as she tries to reconnect to the school's network. "Ugh, the reception here is terrible," she mumbles. A couple impatient sighs emerge from the students waiting on their English lesson.
Finally, someone speaks up, "Oi, Bitch-neesan," Maehara calls out, "start the lesson already!" Irina slumps backward in her chair before the whole class begins to shout at the complete disregard their, supposed, teacher is showing for their education.
"Quit it with all the "Bitch, Bitch" stuff!" she yells. "First of all, the pronunciation is completely different," she lectures. "-Vic is a suffix included in Slavic names, meaning "child of." Bitch is an unpleasant woman, a lewd woman, or a female dog. You Japanese people just don't have any distinction between a "b" and a "v"!" She huffs and stands up with her hands on her hips. "I'll teach you the right way to say it. First, bite down on your lower lip lightly!" Everyone is slightly hesitant to do so, but they can't do anything about it. "C'mon now!" They concede to the lesson and lightly bite down on their lower lip. "Good, now spend the rest of the hour doing that."
Anger brews within every student. Their faces tense and twitch at the absolute incompetence of this professional assassin.
Karasuma's eyes narrow as he confronts Irina. "I heard you brought in a suspicious three man group. I hadn't heard about this," he crosses his arms. The annoyed looking teacher just answers him dismissively.
"That's right," she replies as she flips her long hair over her shoulder. "They, are skilled, discrete professionals. They're also quite attached to me, at my beck and call, completely free of charge." She smirks. "Thanks to their help, preparations have already finished. I'll do it today."
Just as their conversation finishes up, Korosensei returns from his trip. "Irina-sensei!" His eagerness to please the new teacher is quite evident in his smitten tone and rosy cheeks. Bearing a thermos with a steaming liquid, Korosensei proudly pours some out and presents it to her. "Some chai from India, like you requested!"
"Oh my!" Irina crosses her fingers in gratitude as she gazes at her target. "Thank you, Korosensei! I'd wanted to have an afternoon tea time!" Her happy go lucky facade then evolves into one more seductive. She grasps onto his arm with one hand and places another on his chest. "Putting that aside, Korosensei, I'd like to talk to you about something." She leans in a little more. "Would you come to the storage shed with me during fifth period?"
Korosensei wholeheartedly agrees.
With the way Bitch-neesan is "teaching" this class, tension from outside is gaining steam in here. I might as well do some work, otherwise I'm just wasting time here. I pull my laptop out of my bag and start typing within the minute. It's not like I can learn anything new from this or anything she tries really. I glance at Karma with his hands folded behind his head. He looks annoyed with how Bitch-neesan is running the class. Even I feel mildly indignant. It's only a few minutes later that Karasuma-sensei walks in and pulls Bitch-neesan away. The tension breaks for a moment and I release I sigh of relief. I shut the lid of my laptop and pull out my English notes from the main campus and stand up. "If anyone needs extra notes for English I have some from when I was at the main campus," everyone reacts to me in the stony silence. Their eyes are still intense, but they also seem tired. Nagisa's face is the first one that breaks out of the mold.
"That would be helpful, Chihiro-chan," he says. Everyone else's faces relax a bit more and I walk up to the board to begin writing them in chalk. As she writes, everyone starts copying them.
"Don't be afraid to ask for clarification," I say. People nod and keep jotting down notes. After a few minutes of writing, Sugino-san raises his hand. I pause and look at him. "Yes?"
"I was wondering, um, could you clarify what you mean by FANBOYS?" The capital letters line the bottom of the black board.
"It's an acronym for remembering coordinating conjunctions, For, And, Nor, But, Or, Yet, So," I answer. The look on his face betrays his confusion as his arms falls just a little. "They're words that can connect two sentences. An example is," I write on the board, "I baked cookies today. My brother ate all of them. These two sentences are independent clauses, but they can be connected with one of the FANBOYS words." Beside the capital letters I write down the corresponding words. "If I was to connect these two independent clauses, I would need to use one of these words and a comma. So the sentence would become, "I baked cookies today, and my brother ate all of them." Does that make sense?" I finish writing the sentence and turn back to see Sugino nod and begin to rapidly copy it in his notes with an almost enlightened look on his face.
I left the sentences on the board while I filled the rest of the black board. As most of the class jots notes down, I notice Korosensei return from his expedition to Vietnam. But then, he's talking about chai from India? He must be forgetful to be asked for Vietnamese coffee and return with chai from India.
"Ichihara-san," I turn to see the girl with blonde hair and blue eyes raising her hand. I struggle to put a name to her bright face.
"Um, I'm sorry I don't seem to remember getting your name…" I put my hand to my chin.
"Oh, don't worry about it, I don't think I ever introduced myself either," she laughs. "Nakamura Rio, I was just wondering, why would you willingly come to 3-E knowing it would include assassinating a yellow alien that'll destroy the world next year?" I look at her with a smile before answering.
"I've never really been able to do anything on my own. My whole life I've been dependent on other people, mostly the Chairman's family, outside of my own." I look down at my feet. "I guess I wanted to be free of that, but I also want to be of help to those who've helped me the most these past few years." The sound of sniffling and scribbling emerges from the door. Everyone turns to see Korosensei wiping at his eyes with a handkerchief and frantically writing in a notebook.
"Sensei is so glad you've decided to join us for these reasons," he bawls and blows his nonexistent nose in his handkerchief. "Also, it's time for fifth period, so please change into your PE uniforms."
After everyone got changed and began to work on their target practice, Muramatsu pointed towards the storage shed. He points and says incredulously, "Is this for real?" Everyone looks up at the shed. "Those two are shaking up at the storage shed."
"I'm kinda disappointed that Korosensei would get reeled in by such a transparent woman…" someone mutters.
"Karasuma-sensei," Kataoka Megu looks at the P.E. teacher with a discontent expression. "We just can't bring ourselves to like that woman." Karasuma glances at the students surrounding him before apologizing.
"Sorry, the government instructed us to let her handle this as a professional," he directs his attention back to the storage shed. "Still, there's no denying that she's a top class hitwoman. The level of skill she possesses to finish preparations in one day proves that."
Then the shooting started.
It lasts for ten seconds, and then strange noises ensue. A sharp cry of "Nooooo!" and squishy noises emerge from the old shed. Everyone turns silent, straining their ears to hear what could be one of the most scandalous assassination attempts so far. Chihiro walks up to Karma, gets up on her tippy toes, and covers his ears.
"Children don't need to hear such obscene noises."
"You're one to talk, Chihiro-chan," he retorts.
The noises continue and with two more cries, the students can't take it anymore. "Those schooping sounds are incredibly persistent!"
"Let's go take a look!"
When they reach the storage shed, Korosensei is already coming out, wiping sweat off his forehead with patches decorating his academic dress.
"Korosensei," Nagisa calls, "What happened to the breast lady?"
"My, I wanted to have a little more fun, but having class with you all is so much more enjoyable," the yellow teacher replies. "So the quiz during sixth period will be extra hard!"
"We'll do our best," says Nagisa.
Another figure emerges from the storage shed. It's Irina Jelavic dressed in a vintage P.E. uniform, dazed, and flushed. Muttering and swaying from side to side till she drops to the ground.
"Korosensei, what did you do?" Nagisa asks. Korosensei's face turns blank, even the giant smile everyone thought was a permanent fixture was gone.
"Who knows," he replies, "Adults have their own form of maintenance, after all."
"That's the face of a horrible adult!" everyone screams incredulously.
"Does that make him a pervert?" Chihiro comments. Karma puts his hand on her head and affirms her question.
"Nyuru?!" Korosensei turns to face the two students, "Ichihara-chan, why would you ever have such a sullied opinion of me?" However, Chihiro and Karma were already on their way back to class. With a pout he too, starts to herd everyone back for sixth period.
Behind them, Irina pushes herself up onto one elbow, vowing to get revenge.
A/N: New chapter! Might revise later. Lemme know if there's anything I missed and I will fix it ASAP! Leave a review to feed the monster! The more you feed it the more chapters it'll poop out!