A/N I seriously meant to write this chapter last night since I have off today (It's Wednesday today, just in case this gets published later than I think it will.) but I had to go get my passport early this morning, and I ended up going to bed around midnight. Anyways, I plan to get to some actual story soon, look forward to it!

I also want to note to some people that have been telling me to introduce other people's OCs, I really can't because there aren't that many other OCs to introduce, and since a lot of them have been sent in through reviews, I cannot ask if it is okay to change certain aspects of the character. Another reason is just because there hasn't been an opportunity to introduce that certain OC, I have a vague template for how this story is going to play out and that means some OCs may not get introduced until after finals or maybe even summer break. But I am going to try to fit in every OC I've been sent somewhere, please note that some OCs will appear more than others just because they fit a role that I needed. Know that eventually you will see your OC somewhere in the story!

Sung

English

Sung in English

Flashback and/or dream

With this very long and semi-unneeded author's note out of the way, I DO NOT OWN ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM, enjoy the story!

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Ren's POV

Watching the confused faces of the virtuosos is amusing. Especially Asano, because it's a challenge to confuse him. Confusion is my special skill, I drastically change my personalities around people, than revert back to my normal self without warning, and then I flip from the staged personality to my actual personality at random. I can then finish my mission and move on with my life, and my method also helps me in my studies of psychology. The only reason this Kunugigaoka mission has taken so long is because I need to combine my methods that are easy to use for gaining info, with methods I can use to assassinate someone. Also because my method isn't the best for the current target, those centipedes are so annoying.

I flip another page of the English 'textbook' in front of me. It's actually a novel that I disguised as a textbook. I can read, write, and speak English. Anyone who only knew me by my Kunugigaoka grades would deny that.

F finishes the first song, we have about seven minutes left for lunch. It's surprising no teacher's have come to yell at them yet.

"It should be noted that they like to play really loud fast music, and then transfer straight to quieter moderately paced music." I comment, scanning the faces of the virtuosos.

The music change was fairly drastic. And it happened in less than a second too, I don't think anyone noticed that F seemingly disappeared, she should be up in the support beams now, as Death is at the drum set and Molly stands behind her soundboard. Those instrument disks are truly amazing.

"It's ridiculous if they think they can change anyone's opinion with something as unneeded as music." Koyama says. If I could I would punch him directly in the face right now.

"You'd be surprised. The historical proof behind music based revolutions supports the idea they're using. This just isn't the place to use it." Araki informs. "It might work on a few students in the lower classes."

"Considering what they're saying is mostly gibberish and stuff that makes no sense, only the idiots in E Class could find this entertaining." Seo comments.

"I wouldn't say it makes no sense." I say without emotion, using my fake personality again. "Not the easiest thing to understand. They should get out of here though."

"Who's that black-haired guy? He's obviously not a student." I hear Suzumiya say purposefully above volume. All of this has been planned out, and it's working too as the virtuosos look up to see Death on the stage.

"And where'd F go?" Hermione says at the same volume.

"Why are we talking so loudly?" Atsushi imitates them. We've been trying to get him to join the facility, haven't found a good opportunity where no one else would hear.

"Does anyone actually know who that guy up there is?" Koyama asks.

"That's Mortem. I think they picked him up off the street or something. And I have no clue where F went." I reply. I flip another 'textbook' page.

"Strange name." Asano comments. At least he's figured some stuff out, it'lol be fun to see how midterms plays out in two weeks. "It's Latin, a dead language."

"Well you know Latin, what does his name means?" Araki asks. Oh this should be interesting.

"Also strange. It's the most common translation for 'Death'." Asano answers. He turns to me. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"I think J might have a cat named Shikyo." I say, not looking up from my book. "And she's had at least two near-death experiences that I know about. Plus that one friend they had that killed..."

"Two near-death experiences?" Seo questions. "Is it even possible for one person to have two near-earth experiences."

"I dunno." I reply. "It's not like I believe her stories. Can we get off of the topic of my cousins?"

"Are you sure you're not sick? You change your opinions every five minutes." Araki says. I don't look up from my book, but at least I know that they're getting confused.

"No clue what you're talking about." I say. I flip a page, today's been a good day.

Gakushū's POV

Latin a dead language, a kid named Death that voices a cat named Death. All the connections with death and dying is kind of annoying. So are Ren's sudden personality changes.

Trying to think through all this with all the noise is the most annoying. The virtuosos won't shut up. No type of authority has come to try to stop the music J, Molly, F, and 'Mortem' are playing.

I'be only been given half answers and I can only find half answers myself. And none of the answers seem to fit in a way that makes sense. The downward spiral this year is taking is starting to become some twisted fiction plot, almost something that someone reads just to get themselves confused.

The music stops, everyone's attention looks to where the source of the noise was. And all that's left is Molly climbing up a rope to escape through an open ceiling panel. Instruments gone, literally everything that even proved they were here, now that Molly made her escape and took the rope with her, gone.

Apparently I'll know everything after midterms. But I'm going to make sure I get to know, because hopefully the talking cat was some type of hallucination.

Two weeks. In two weeks, everything will revert to normal, and I'll have all the information I need.

Two Periods Later

Third Person POV

The assassination classroom was thirty minutes into their math lesson. Korosensei was explaining a problem on the board, as his students took notes on the type of problem it was. A few students weren't paying as much attention as they were supposed to, but Korosensei was just satisfied that all of his students were actually in the classroom.

The problem was entirely worked through, so Korosensei slithered around the room at what everyone outside of the classroom would consider a normal walking pace. He stopped at a desk in the back of the room.

"J, why are you texting someone during class?" Korosensei asks the student who he was hoping would pay somewhat attention.

"I'm not texting, I'm having a Twitter* war. Very big difference." J responds, not looking up from her phone as she taps something on it. "And they just gave me the perfect opportunity to use a meme."

"What's a meme?" Korosensei asks after a sigh. As his student begins to respond, he cuts her off. "Nevermind. Why haven't you written anything down about the lesson?"

"'Cause I didn't want to." J answers, she taps another message out on her phone. "And you obviously don't go on the internet often."

"I try not to. Please pay attention." Korosensei says.

He he goes to the front of the classroom to start another problem on the board. His tentacle accidentally rests on part of the board as he writes, it melts off.

"And that's the last piece of anti-sensei material I hid." J says. "I was actually wondering how you didn't set that one off yet."

"It was right there on the board too. How didn't anyone notice it?" Molly asks.

"I found some black paint, laced that with anti-sensei stuff too." J replies. "I wouldn't touch the board again."

Korosensei sighs, and starts to use a piece of paper as he writes with his chalk. Maybe getting the troublesome student in class wasn't the answer.

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A/N *No way I own Twitter. Didn't help make it, produce it, not involved with it in any way.

This took, way, way longer than it needed too. But I ended up getting a headache last night and I haven't really had a free night so I'm just happy that I got it out now.

Review/favorite/follow! Also help me and the inspiration of F keep this story away from our friends because they keep trying to find out what "the strange story that *I* write that we don't get a single detail about" is!