I know I gave a warning last chapter that the first three had been pre-written so I could hopefully stay on a schedule, but wow, even I didn't expect to take this long with the fourth chapter. I ended up deciding to focus on school for the final quarter and focus on my writing once I was out for the summer. It felt like forever, but I made it!
I'm glad to be back to writing, and I wanted to thank you guys since I really didn't expect anyone to read this, let alone follow or favorite to be notified when it updates. So thank you very much! I hope to deliver something others can enjoy as well!
This is another interesting chapter for Jina. Not all that sure how I'd describe it other than that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom or Anya Hirabayashi.
The dirty-blonde sat in her chair, a manga volume open on her desk while she waited for her teacher to arrive. It was strange. He could move at Mach Twenty and made an effort to be the best teacher they could ever have, so why hadn't they at least seen him yet? Class would begin in just a few minutes, and there had been no sign of him. They were all beginning to wonder if the octopus would be late to class for the first time.
"Hey," a voice greeted her suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts. She stiffened slightly, not needing to look to know who the voice belonged to. She felt her heart beat faster as she turned to give him her attention. She couldn't help the blush that decorated her cheeks when she looked up at him. The redhead stood beside her desk, bag over his shoulder and strawberry milk in hand, looking rather relaxed. "Gotta pencil I could borrow?" he asked, that ever-present smirk on his face.
"Uh, y-yeah," she muttered with a weak nod, turning to dig in her bag for a spare. After a moment, she pulled one out and handed it to him without looking him in the eye.
"Thanks," he gave her his best smile as he took the pencil, making the dirty-blonde blush harder and avert her eyes further. Karma walked off, pretending to not notice the bright red color of her face. Once he was at his desk, his smile grew into an amused smirk. "She makes this too fun," he thought to himself, already planning to continue this subtle teasing for the rest of the year.
Jina rested her head in her folded arms on the desk, face still a bit red. "He just smiled, you idiot! If I keep this up, he's gonna figure it out fast," she thought, deflating into her arms with a sigh. She felt so vulnerable knowing he could shut her down with just a smile.
"Yeesh, I knew you had it for him bad, but I didn't think it was that bad," a new voice commented amusedly from beside her. She glanced over to see Nakamura shaking her head, an entertained smirk on her face. "C'mon, you wanna land the guy, you gotta be more confident than that!"
Jina's blush returned, and she puffed her cheeks slightly with embarrassment and anger. "I don't have a crush on him!" she insisted quickly, though it was easy to see through.
"Jina, we're not dumb," Anya chimed in from her desk, looking just as amused as Nakamura. "You can hardly spit out a few words around him, and you can't look at him without getting all blushy." A knowing smirk spread across her features. "Face it, Jina. You've got a crush," she teased quietly.
The dirty-blonde glared at the both of them, frustrated that it had taken no time at all for more people to notice. She was good at hiding her emotions, so why was this damn crush so hard to hide? "I thought you were worried," she mentioned, still not lifting her head from her arms.
"I was, so I talked to Nagisa," the brunette threw a thumb in the direction of the bluenette. "Turns out this Karma guy isn't as bad as I thought. He's… still not really normal, but Nagisa told me he wouldn't hurt you, not on purpose." That had been her main concern. All the redhead's tendencies pointed towards someone who would take advantage of her crush and use it to hurt her, emotionally or physically.
Well, she already knew that. By no means was he a saint, but he wasn't as bad as she had originally thought. Now, the only thing bothering her was how her crush was preventing her from interacting with him in even minor ways without making it obvious she had a thing for him.
"And since you're hopelessly socially awkward, we're gonna help you," Nakamura decided, placing her hands on her hips confidently.
"What!?" she sat up suddenly, eyes wide. "No! I don't want your help!" she shook her head furiously. She just wanted this stupid crush thing to pass already so things could go back to normal.
"Too bad," Anya said curtly, having made up her mind already. "We're helping."
"No!" the dirty-blonde insisted, though neither of the girls paid attention to her protests.
Before either of them could continue, the bell for first period rang. "We'll talk later," Nakamura said before slipping away to her desk just as Karasuma entered with a disguised Korosensei and some blonde woman who was all over their tentacled teacher.
"Okay. Look alive people," Karasuma announced to gain the class's attention. "Meet our newest addition to the E Class faculty."
"My name is Ms. Irina Jelavic," the woman introduced brightly, a faint blush on her cheeks as she clung to Korosensei's tentacle. "Nice to meet you all!"
"It's so not fishy that she's so head-over-heels for a giant octopus," Jina thought flatly with a deadpanned expression as Irina happily mentioned something about the coincidence of them being colleagues.
"We decided to bring on Ms. Jelavic in the interest of beefing up the English curriculum," Karasuma shot a glance Korosensei's way as the teacher shed his disguise. "No hard feelings, I hope. She's, uh, very qualified."
"Yeah, 'cause she can do better than the guy with an IQ so high that can't even be calculated," the dirty-blonde thought with disbelief. "C'mon! This is so obviously a trap! She's not been brought in for innocent reasons, I know that much. No way the stuffy chairman would hire her when she dresses like that unless he had orders to."
"No harm in that, is there?" their tentacled teacher agreed, seemingly oblivious to the red flags springing up left and right as Irina giggled and leaned into his tentacle lovingly.
"She totally has a thing for Korosensei," Jina heard Kayano whisper excitedly ahead of her. "I mean, she seems nice, so… I guess it's kinda cute, right?"
"If you mean her attempt to fool him is cute, then you're dead on, Kayano," the dirty-blonde sighed. "They better not be actually falling for this. No way she's actually in love or just here to teach us English."
"Mm-hm," Nagisa agreed with a nod. "Might be something we can use to figure out how to kill him, too," he brought up his notepad and pen.
That was true. There was something about the woman that had their teacher enamored and ignorant to the warning signs, and the dirty-blonde already suspected it was the woman's figure. At least it had to be something about an attractive woman giving him romantic attention. Jina kept her eye trained on Korosensei for the moment, hoping for some tell that would give away the exact reason for him being so thrown off. He turned his bulbous head to the woman beside him and soon after, his head turned pink and his cheeks turned bright red from a blush when he spied the teacher's cleavage. "Yep. Boobs," she scribbled the info down in her book for later. "Guess even octopus monsters like something nice to look at."
Irina sighed lovingly like she was completely taken by Korosensei. "The more I look at you, the more I feel myself drawn in. Those tiny, suppository eyes. Those gelatinous joints. I'm simply captivated by the whole package!" she cooed, hugging him again.
"Oh, my. I, uh-" their tentacled teacher stammered with a still pink face, unsure of how to handle the attention, especially while he was at the front of the class.
"Oh, geez. He better not be buying this act," she thought with a flat expression. A quick glance around the room told her most of the class was thinking the same thing. It was clear to everyone in the room that this woman wasn't just there to teach English, or at least the chances of that were too low to even consider a possibility.
It was PE time now, and Korosensei had commandeered the class for one of his assassination games. He and Karasuma had taken time to create games that would ultimately improve necessary skills, such as hand-eye coordination, reflexes, and the ability to stay calm when the pressure was high. And on some occasions, he'd play with them, acting as a secondary target to the ball that they could aim for.
The dirty-blonde wasn't exactly much for them. She never was the athletic type, but she was still trying some at least. After all, this wasn't just a fun game of kickball. Her developing these skills would possibly help save the world, so expending some effort didn't seem like such a big deal. That didn't stop her from zoning out and thinking about various things, mainly the manga she wanted to get back to and the new weakness. Boobs had a lot of application unlike most of the other things they had learned, and she was almost sure Jalvich was trying to use that weakness.
"Heads up!" Korosensei cried as the ball was thrown high into the air, snapping her out of her thoughts again.
The ball landed in front of Karma, who promptly kicked it upwards and aimed his gun at Korosensei. "Pass and kill!" he said as he pulled the trigger, sending a BB the teacher's way.
The octopus easily dodged the bullet in a flash. "Nope. Pass," he called again.
This time, Okano kicked the ball, wielding dual blades. She took a stab at him, grunting, "Pass and kill!"
Korosensei evaded her attack without trouble as well, even taking the balls with him. "Try again. Pass!" he started, balancing one of the three soccer balls on his head.
"Yoo-hoo!" a voice called, catching his attention immediately and also causing the ball to fall due to the distraction. Everyone turned their gaze to the steps leading up to the building where Irina was hurrying down them, waving to Korosensei. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything, darling!" She ran in a dainty fashion up to the octopus, stopping in a cutesy pose. "Mr. Karasuma tells me you can go Mach 20, and I just had to see it with my own eyes!" she cried.
The soccer balls were released from Korosensei's tendrils and they bounced to the ground as he grew sheepish. "Well, he might've been exaggerating a tad," he tried to be humble, rubbing the back of his head with one of his free tendrils.
"I hate to ask this, but I would be ever so grateful if you could fetch some Vietnamese coffee," she asked sweetly, clasping two hands together like she was begging. The pose pressed her breasts together, making them jut out more while not making it obvious she was doing that intentionally. "I thought maybe you could grab it while I run the students through their English lesson."
Korosensei's face turned pink again, indicating that he had been captivated by her cleavage once again. "But of course, mon cher!" he replied quickly, placing his cap back on his head. "It just so happens I know a fabulous cafe in Vietnam." His shot directly up in the air, earning a shocked gasp from Irina who had yet to witness a takeoff, and blasted in what they assumed was the direction of Vietnam. The shockwave from his burst of speed made the group yell briefly and kicked up a nice breeze along with some of the dust on the ground, but they were finally getting a little used to it.
The bell began chiming just moments after that, but oddly enough, their teacher didn't make a move for the building. "Ah. It's about that time, Ms. Irina," Isogai reminded with a smile. "I mean, that's the bell." Still, she didn't move or even acknowledge him. "Shouldn't we head back?"
"Sure, whatever," she replied in a disinterested tone that was far from the sweet voice she had been speaking in the whole morning. The blonde stuck a thin cigarette in her mouth. "Knock yourselves out," she said through it, taking out a peach-pink lighter and flicking it open. "Teacher needs peace and quiet, though, so make it a Study Hall."
Some of the students gasped softly from surprise and gaped at the teacher as the situation became clear. Jina cringed slightly, a little shocked herself. "I knew she was full of it, but I didn't think her entire personality was fake," she thought, staring at the woman.
Irina blew a puff of smoke as she turned to look at them, removing the cigarette momentarily to speak. "And another thing. Let's agree not to call me 'Ms.' when the octopus isn't around." By now, most of the students were gaping at her, surprised by the complete one-eighty in personality. "And we're definitely not on a first name basis. So drop it. When he is around, call me Ms. Jelavic."
A brief silence fell over the group before Karma broke it. "Heh," he chuckled. "So what's your game, Ms. Jela-bitch?"
The dirty-blonde had to hide a smile at that. It was fitting for sure, and not undeserved after the attitude she had flaunted at them.
"No nicknames!" she shouted, turning and pointing at the redhead.
"We got ourselves a real pro here," Karma smirked, placing his hands on his hips. "Just a word of warning from those who've been playin' the odds. You're not gonna kill the octopus without help."
"Please, sweetheart," the assassin smirked right back. "You're a bunch of saplings."
"Saplings with information that you don't have. Yeesh, looks like we've got another egomaniac who thinks they're the chosen one," she thought flatly, frowning. Part of her was angry that yet another cocky idiot had walked in like they were going to kill him just because it was them, but another part of her was distracted by the nickname she had called the redhead. "And why'd she call him sweetheart? That's a weird name to call a student…" She really didn't like the nickname she had used. She hadn't even noticed that it had caused her features to harden into a slight glare.
"Adults have their own way of doing things, take note," she continued, brushing his helpful advice aside. "Speaking of which," Irina set her sights on the dirty-blonde just beside the redhead, "you're Jina Kai, right?" Before the dirty-blonde could answer, she turned her gaze behind her to Nagisa. "And you're Nagisa Shiota?" The woman stepped over to him. He gasped softly as she cupped his face in her hands and abruptly kissed him, shocking him and the entire class again.
"What the hell is wrong with her?!" she thought, both shocked and disgusted. Sure, it was probably just business to her, but that didn't make it any less illegal. Though, she was an assassin, so she likely didn't care if something illegal needed to be done to get the job done. The rest of the class seemed to be just as surprised. Well, except for Karma, who looked more interested in teasing Nagisa about this later, and Kayano, who was so shell-shocked by the events that she screamed.
Nagisa was helpless against the woman's barrage of kisses. Though it just appeared like one long kiss, it was a ton of back-to-back kisses until finally the boy was near unconscious and leaning against her chest, which she had positioned so he'd rest his head right in between them. "Do me a fav, show me what you've got on him," she whispered tenderly to the powerless boy. "Grab your special little notebook; meet me in the faculty lounge in ten minutes." She released him and let him fall to the ground where he landed on his rear, still looking only half-conscious.
"That goes for you, too," she pointed a finger at Jina, who tensed slightly, thinking she might kiss her as well. If she did, the assassin would end up with a black eye, that was for sure. "And for any of you snot-nosed punks who feel like you've got info worth sharing," she continued, looking round the group. "Give Ms. Jelavic something useful, and I'll let you go home while these gentlemen stand in for you," she turned to eye the group of men approaching. "This is what separates the pros from the amateurs boys and girls: connections and a little thing we like to call "technique." Now. Piss off. Go play," she said lowly as the center man handed her a small gun. "Oh, and a word of warning from those of us who know our job. Get in the way, you die," Irina posed so that the barrel covered part of her lower face, part of her smirk still visible.
By now, the shock of her actions had worn off and the anger at her awful attitude had set in. Jina scowled at the back of the woman's head as she ignored the whole class in favor of planning her attack with the shady group of men. "Like hell I'm giving you anything. You'd be lucky if I gave you the time of day," she seethed to herself. "I'm starting to think Jela-bitch is too nice a nickname for her."
After a moment, they all decided that it would just waste their time to wait on her and left for the classroom themselves. Once inside the building, Nagisa paused by the faculty lounge, glancing in to see that Karasuma wasn't in there currently, but Jina walked right past it to his surprise. "Hey, where're you going?" he asked.
"To class," she replied, turning to look at him with her usual flat expression.
"But she wants to see our notes," he pointed out, holding up his small notebook.
"And I don't care," the dirty-blonde practically spat the words out as the anger towards her new teacher resurfaced. "She barges in here acting like she owns the place, treats us like garbage, and expects us to just fork over our hard work for her plan? I don't think so. If that bimbo wants information on Korosensei, she can collect it herself. I'm sure she thinks she could take better notes than us, anyway," she added bitterly.
The bluenette stared at her, shocked by her harsh tone. It was hard to get used to her showing much emotion when she had such a stoney expression most of the time. "Sorry," she apologized quickly, the anger being replaced with slight embarrassment. "She just really pissed me off, that's all. I won't stop you from giving her your notes, but I don't think you should. She doesn't deserve them."
"I guess you're right," he conceded, rubbing the back of his neck. The only problem was he was afraid of what she might do if he didn't do as she asked. He didn't want to be kissed again.
"Well, good luck. Since our outstanding English teacher won't be teaching us today, I'm going to finish my math," she mentioned, continuing on her way to the classroom.
Once at her desk, she began to work on the problems she had left on the sheet. Roughly halfway through the period, Nagisa entered with Irina right behind him. Jina glanced up from her work for a moment to acknowledge them but didn't make a move to get her book or notes out. The teacher had already told them it would be a study hall, so she had no idea why the rest had their supplies out like she was going to teach a lesson.
The woman sat herself down behind the desk at the front of the room with her tablet, looking very pleased with whatever she had gotten. The dirty-blonde also caught the woman licking her lips and winking at Nagisa, who shuddered in response. "Why was this woman let anywhere near a school?" the dirty-blonde thought, feeling even more creeped out than before.
Irina's sure smirk told her that the woman was far too confident in her plan and likely thinking about how great she was for coming up with it. Save for Jina and Karma, the entire class gave her a deadpan stare. It seemed they could sense she was feeding her ego in her head.
Finally, Maehara broke the silence in the classroom. "Uh, Ms. Jelabitch, ma'am?" Said teacher nearly fell out of her chair from the nickname he used. "Are you gonna teach us or what?"
"Yeah, c'mon, Ms. Jelabitch," Nakamura added, seeing what he was going for. Again, she nearly lost her balance in the chair.
"No disrespect, but you are a teacher, aren't you, Ms. Jelabitch?" Sugaya asked. That was the final straw. She lost her balance in the chair and fell to the floor.
She came back up just as quick, letting out a short, high-pitched scream as she went. "Ix-nay on the bitching!" she ordered, glaring at the students.
"The only one bitching around here is you," the dirty-blonde almost wanted to say that out loud, but, like usual, she kept her mouth shut.
"The name is JelaVIC, understand? JelaBITCH is what I'll be if you don't get the difference through your thick, prepubescent skulls!" she continued on, now leaning over the desk.
"You're being Jelabitch right now."
"Let's review! My name is Jelavic. 'Jela-V! -vic!' Bite your lower lip and hum!" Most of the students did as they were told, making Irina smile. "'V,' excellent! Now practice that sound quietly for the next half-hour while I ignore you." The students immediately glared at her for the lousy excuse of a lesson.
It was the next day before anything of interest with their new teacher happened. She had asked Korosensei for some tea during lunch, which he had dutifully taken off to go get, but the real interest was during PE. They were lined up to take turns shooting at targets, Mr. Karasuma to the side giving them advice on how to steady their aim, when Mimura spotted Ms. Jelabitch leading a pink Korosensei to the shed. "What? Oh, come on! You gotta be kidding me! Seriously?!" he whined some, making the others turn in that direction as well to find out what was upsetting him.
"Wow. He's really falling for it," Sugaya said, sounding disappointed. "I can't look. You think he'd have more sense.
"I… don't think that's what's happening," Jina finally spoke up, grabbing all their attention immediately. One downside to being so quiet all the time: it was a huge deal to the rest when she spoke up for the whole class to hear.
"What d'you mean?" Nagisa asked, tilting his head.
"I mean we all saw through it immediately. Right away there was something not right about Jelabitch. Korosensei's probably the smartest thing on the planet. Unless his brain turns to mush when he sees something he likes, I don't think he's actually falling for it," she explained, keeping her eyes on the ground. "It doesn't make sense for him to, not when she rushed into it like she did."
"So you think he's faking it?" Sugaya summarized as he set his hands on his hips.
"Well, it's a possibility. He likes to put people in their place if he can. I wouldn't be surprised if he's pretending to play into her hands to get her to reveal herself," she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess we'll find out in the next few minutes."
"Mr. Karasuma, sir?" Meg suddenly spoke up, still staring at the shed. He turned to give her his attention, humming. "I get that she's a pro, but she's not exactly easy to get along with."
"Yes, I know," he nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry you kids have to deal with her, but the higher-ups seem to think she's all that. And seeing what she's pulled together in such a short amount of time, I tend to agree with them."
"I don't know how. She's clearly awful at this." Maybe she wasn't awful when killing people, but she wasn't adjusting her strategy according to her target.
Suddenly, the loud whirring of machine guns was heard from the shed, making everyone wince and cover their ears. The noise was deafening and went on for what felt like an eternity. Jina shuddered, still covering her ears. Gunfire was way too loud for her taste. She much preferred the air pistols they used mostly because they were so much quieter and the knives were even better. Finally, it came to an end, though there was a moment's hesitation before anyone removed their hands from their ears.
They all turned to watch the shed, waiting to see Irina walk out. There was no way Korosensei had escaped the barrage of bullets, that was for sure. Suddenly, there was a piercing scream from the shed along with Korosensei's cackles and the slithering of tentacles. "I figured," Jina sighed, happier than she should've been that her attempt had failed.
"Uh, what was that?" Okano asked, looking concerned.
"I heard gunfire, a scream, and now slithering noises!" Okajima said, looking shocked but intrigued.
"No!" a moan came from the shed, making everyone that much more concerned about what was going on inside the shed. "No," another came, this time softer and followed by more slithering noises.
"I really want to know what he's doing to her in there," Okajima said, now blushing at his own thoughts.
"Uh, yeah. He might've taken it too far this time," Jina thought, cringing and blushing a little herself at what she thought was happening.
"Let's go!" Maehara charged forward, the others following suit.
They came around the corner to find Korosensei just leaving, a little smoke spilling out from the shed. His skin was pink and his cheeks were decorated with a blush, but he appeared completely unharmed. Well, he did at least. Upon closer inspection, his robe had been patched up with various clothes, presumably having been ripped to shreds by the bullets. "Korosensei-" Nagisa started only to be interrupted.
"Did you touch her boobs!?" Okajima interrupted, panting slightly from what she hoped was just the run.
Their tentacled teacher sighed, ignoring the pervert. "If only I had the time to be really thorough." His face suddenly gained its normal yellow hue. "But class isn't going to teach itself, is it, children?" he asked with a wave of his tendril.
"Um, what exactly went on in there, sir?" Nagisa continued.
Before he could answer, Irina hobbled out of the shed, groaning and looking dazed with an obvious blush on her face.
"Ms. Jelabitch has been stuffed into a tastefully retro gym outfit!" the bluenette cried obviously.
"It would take longer for me to describe the things he did to this body than it did for him to do them," she said in a monotone voice. "My back and shoulders have never felt looser. He somehow worked in a lymphatic oil massage. A change of clothes, just because. And he still had time to do this thing with his tentacles," she groaned, falling on her knees then finally laying out flat on the ground.
"What thing with his tentacles?!" Mimura and Okajima yelled at once, all of the present students now concerned about exactly what went down.
"Korosensei, what is she talking about?" Nagisa asked sternly, turning to look at the octopus while pointing to the downed teacher. Jina turned a hard look on him as well, expecting to get an answer that she hoped was better than what they were all thinking.
"Uh. Adults sometimes need special care," he dodged the question, turning to not look at them. His face also turned grey and went completely blank, which meant for once his large smile wasn't present.
"Your special care better not be what I think it is, but I'm afraid it's exactly what I'm thinking," the dirty-blonde thought, looking very uncomfortable.
"Come now. Back to the classroom, boys and girls," he urged them along, already slithering in the direction.
"Yes, sir," they said collectively, following his orders.
Once changed back into their uniforms, they entered the classroom to find the rest of their peers at their desks, waiting for their teacher to arrive. Of course, their teacher for this period wasn't Korosensei, it was Ms. Jelabitch, who still hadn't appeared yet. They weren't sure if she was taking a while to change or if she was too mortified to come to class after her humiliation.
Finally, she entered the classroom, still seething over what the octopus had done to her. At that point, the others had already told the rest about what had gone down, so everyone knew. Irina stomped over to the board and took up a piece of chalk. For a moment, they all watched her with interest, thinking she might actually give a lesson until they saw she had written "study hall" on the board. She then sat behind the desk with a huff and pulled out her tablet, beginning to tap on it harder than necessary in her rage while she ignored the class, much to their annoyance.
"Oh, come on!" she suddenly yelled, slamming a fist on the desk. "What's with the Wi-Fi in this place?! Are we on Mars!?"
"Wow," Karma started, not at all surprised. In fact, he had his usual smirk, amused with the professional assassin's screw-up. "Looks like Ms. Jelabitch is pissed off. I know my pride would be in shambles if my plan went tits up," he continued, clearly teasing the woman.
Irina turned to glare at him, snarling, but before she could make any sort of retort, Isogai interrupted, "Excuse me, Miss?"
"Ugh. What?" she spat in a disdainful voice. She sounded like a spoiled rich girl who was being forced to be around common kids.
"If you're not going to teach us anything, you mind if we swap you out for Korosensei?" he asked carefully, trying to avoid making her even angrier than she already was. "It's just, we've got entrance exams coming up, and-"
"Hah!" Jelabitch interrupted. "You wanna swap me out for that disgusting creature?!"
"Your personality is more disgusting by far," the dirty-blonde thought to herself, getting annoyed with her ego. She was worse than Karma. At least he was quiet most of the time.
"You're worried about entrance exams when the planet is on notice?!" she smiled, beginning to stand up from her chair. "Must be paradise not knowing your ass from a hole in the ground." She stared the class down now, her hand on her hip and a smirk on her face. "Give it a rest. Even if the Earth wasn't on the brink of destruction, entrance exams are for students with a future."
Instantly, many of the kids in the classroom stiffened, growling at the jab. "Uh-Oh... She doesn't realize she just lit a bomb fuse," Jina thought, eyes a little wide from surprise. The woman was worse than a bitch, but she already knew the assassin was about to get what she rightfully deserved.
"News flash: that's not any of you losers. How 'bout this kids?" she spread her arms out wide as if presenting them something. "Forget the 'studying.' Help me brainstorm on how to kill the octopus and I'll give you a nice percentage of the reward money," she offered before planting her hand firmly on the desk while holding the other up in a shrug. "That's the best deal any of you E class jerkoffs are gonna get out of life," she finished, pulling her other hand back to her hip and using the other as if she were gesturing to the board. "Otherwise, knock it off with the whining and let-" she paused abruptly as an eraser flew past and hit the chalkboard behind her.
"Get out," Maehara commanded as the eraser fell to the floor. Only now did Irina notice the glares she was getting from the majority of the class. Only about four of them weren't staring daggers at her, but none of them were going to come to her aid after her little speech. The angry students growled and it dawned on the woman that she had pushed them past their limits of tolerance.
The classroom erupted into chaos. Most students stood from their desks to throw insults and objects at the woman, all looking pissed off. "Now, you're just a plain ol' bitch!" Maehara yelled venomously as several others threw some of their supplies at her in their anger.
"We want Korosensei back!" Yada added in a yell.
"That's it!" Irina shouted, now in a defensive posture to avoid the pencils, erasers, and paper balls being thrown at her. "I will make you rue the day you were born!"
"Yeah! Go ahead, we dare you, bitch!" Sugaya shot back, unafraid of her wrath now.
"Your boobs are way too big to be a teacher!" Kayano shouted, holding up a sign that read, "No big boobs!"
"Seriously?!" the bluenette cried, looking to the girl beside him with disbelief.
"Shoulda figured. Kayano and her complex," the dirty-blonde sighed, watching the mayhem in front of her. To say she was unhappy would be false. The woman was finally getting what she deserved for her attitude.
The chaos continued, showing no signs of slowing down. It only took the assassin a few more moments to decide that staying in there would be like sitting in a shark tank with an open wound. With a dramatic huff, she stormed out of the room, several paper balls, pencils, and erasers flying at her as she went. Unfortunately, all of them hit the door as she slammed it closed rather than their intended target.
Once she left, the classroom almost instantly settled. One glance around the room told the dirty-blonde that most everyone was still seething from her tirade. The only ones who didn't look angry were Anya, Nagisa, and Karma, the latter of which looked very amused and pleased by the events.
"Yeesh," Maehara started with a frown, still just as pissed as his peers. "Can't believe she had the nerve."
"I knew she was bad, but that was way too far," Nakamura glared at the door where the woman had last been seen.
"I suggest we should focus on something productive," Meg advised, trying to recover her usual stoic expression.
"Yeah, but what should we do? We aren't getting a lesson today, that's for sure," Isogai pointed out, crossing his arms. Honestly, the dirty-blonde never expected to see him angry like that, but there were still traces of a frown on his face.
"I saw Korosensei setting up the net for Assassination Badminton for tomorrow," Kurahashi mentioned, perking up some. "Maybe we could go play?"
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," Sugino agreed, a bit of a smile appearing on his face. "Good way to blow off some steam."
"I don't know," Kayano said uncertainly, setting her sign down on her desk. "I really need to study those equations we learned today."
"Alright. One class rep to each group then," Isogai said, looking to Meg, who nodded in agreement. "I'll stay in here with whoever wants to use the time for studying, and whoever wants to play Assassination Badminton will go with Kataoka's group."
The other class rep nodded, getting up and going to stand by the door, while the students who wanted to play followed her. Anya went to stand as well, spotting the redhead striding through the row to the front of the room. A smirk formed on her face as a plan came to mind. She turned to the dirty-blonde directly beside her, who had already pulled a manga out. "Jina, c'mon!" she said, snatching the book from her and earning a glare from the pale girl. "You're really going to Come play some! You've already watched this in the anime, anyway," she said once she had taken a glance at the cover. Jina said nothing but sent her a look, telling her she wasn't convinced. "Didn't you say you wanted to get better with the knife? Assassination Badminton is perfect for that!"
The dirty-blonde sighed heavily in defeat. "Fine," she said as she stood from her desk to join her.
They followed the rest out to the net, which had been set up out in the field not too far from the building. Korosensei liked it close in case anyone was injured. That way, if he wasn't around to speed over and grab the first aid kit, it was still close enough by to minimize time.
Within a few minutes, the teams were organized and each side of the net had a full set of players. A couple students were on the sidelines, extras to be switched in when the other team scored a point, but a few others had come out just to watch the game. Kurahashi was the designated score-keeper, which she didn't seem to mind much. Others may have been bothered that they didn't get to participate in the fun, but she seemed just as happy with watching as she did with playing.
Jina had ended up on the same team as Anya, but more importantly, she had ended up on the same team as Karma. Well, it was more important because she knew the redhead wouldn't leave her be, which only made it more likely that he'd figure her out if he hadn't already. Funny enough, she was placed near the back, just in front of Karma. Her team had decided someone tall would be placed in the back as a safety net for any really hard hits.
The opposing team had the ball first. Oddly enough, it was made to resemble Korosensei's face. Though it really wasn't surprising, seeing as the ball and fake, curved knives were created by the Ministry. Nakamura tossed the ball high into the air and pegged it with the knife hard. Her shot went wide, sailing over the students closest to the net. The dirty-blonde watched it carefully, beginning to back up when she realized she might have to be the one to hit it back.
The redhead behind her smirked, realizing the opportunity, and began to move forward like he was also preparing to spike the ball back to the other team. Before she knew it, she felt her back hit someone, and she didn't need to turn around to figure out who. Karma thrust his arm forwards, nailing the ball and sending it just barely over the net. Chiba hit it back over, but thankfully, his hit wasn't anything like Nakamura's and the ball only went over the net, where it was intercepted by Sugino.
Jina blushed hard, realizing that she was still leaning against the boy behind her. "Sorry 'bout that, Chibi-chan," he took a step back from her like it had really just been an accident. "Didn't see you there."
"I-It's fine," she stuttered out, face burning red-hot from the nickname. "Chibi-chan?! He gave me a nickname?!" As much as she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to correct him, even if the nickname was inaccurate. She was far from short. She was exactly average height.
He couldn't help but smirk. He'd done it again and with barely any effort on his part. Imagine what he could do if he actually tried hard. That was certainly an entertaining thought.
The next day during their English period, everyone was using it more like a free period. Instead of being seated at their desks, various kids were up, clumped in small groups and chatting amongst themselves. Pretty much everyone was under the assumption that the assassin wouldn't dare enter the room again, not after yesterday.
Of course, the dirty-blonde had one of her mangas out, but rather than reading it, she was talking about it with Anya. Unknown to them, the redhead watched with interest. He had yet to see her talk so openly about something to someone like she currently was doing. Now that he thought about it, she almost always had a manga of some kind on her desk and they'd all had a super-hero vibe to their covers. He'd have to look into that at some point to see if the series was anything interesting. But he had other interests in mind at the moment.
The redhead pushed off from the wall he had been leaning against and pulled a pencil out of his pocket as he approached the dirty-blonde's desk. "Realized I never gave you your pencil back," he started smoothly, startling the girl in the seat. She turned around to face him, but instead, she ended up staring at the floor again. "Thanks for letting me borrow it, Chibi-chan."
Jina blushed at the nickname again as she took the pencil from him. "I-It's no problem." If she were honest, she hadn't remembered she'd lent it to him and already replaced her spare with another.
As he walked out of earshot, Anya snorted. "He calls you Chibi-chan?!" she snickered into her hand.
"I don't know why he calls me that!" she said defensively, sending the brunette a frown. "Besides, you're shorter than me, so I don't know what you're laughing about."
"You're only taller by, like, a centimeter!" Anya reminded defensively.
Before the argument could go on, the entire room quieted down as the door slid open and Irina walked in. Everyone watched her closely as she went over to the board, seeming to not acknowledge them. The assassin picked up a piece of chalk and began writing a phrase in English on the board. When she was finished, she turned to the class and asked, "What word does 'incredible' modify? C'mon, you know this one!" Everyone immediately sat down in their desks like they were expected to, but no one answered. "Read it aloud," Irina instructed, hands now placed on her hips while she waited.
"Y-You are incredible in bed," they read awkwardly, rather unsure what to make of the sentence. They knew what it meant, but that was a rather inappropriate example for a teacher to use.
"I once took out an American VIP. Literally. I had my feminine grace to thank for getting me close to the target. The poor dupe fell for me hook, line, and sinker. 'You are incredible in bed' he told me," she finally wrapped up the story behind her example. "Incredible, in this case, modifies the word you."
"Real appropriate example for Junior High…"
"To learn grammar, you've got to see how it works in the real world," she carried on. "Like a full immersion course in a foreign language. Take a lover that speaks it and you can't miss." She gestured to her example. "I know grammar seems boring and technical, but it's what underpins how we communicate. Communication is key in my line of work, and in life. Whether speaking English, French, Portuguese, what have you, all people have an underlying need to express their feelings. That's why this is important. The examples may be risque, but they come from real-life scenarios. They will all have either have been said by me, or to me by someone else. One day, you might use or hear them yourselves."
Irina's expression grew tight and she frowned some before she continued, "Don't expect me to be like the octopus. He can help you with your entrance exams. Which isn't without value, I suppose. All I can do is help you learn the art of conversation." She brought her hands up and fit her fingers between each other. "Here's the deal: If after a while, you think this is stupid, that I'm not a teacher, fine. I'll give up my assignment and leave. So, this oughta put us on the level, right?" Her expression softened and a blush formed on her face as she finally turned her eyes to the class. "Oh, and… I'm sorry for being… such a bitch."
Aside from a few soft gasps, the entire class was too shocked to say anything. They looked between each other, mouths agape, before bursting into laughter, much to the assassin's surprise. "Wow. Talk about a one-eighty. First, you wanna kill us, now you're acting like a wuss," Karma taunted from the back, earning an offended gasp from the woman.
"I gotta say, you make a more convincing teacher with this attitude," Maehara chimed in helpfully.
"Guess this means we shouldn't call you Ms. Jelabitch anymore," Okano added with a smile.
"You're really giving me a chance?" Irina gasped, covering her mouth as tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "You're not upset with me?"
"Oh, come one," the dirty-blonde couldn't help but roll her eyes at the teacher's dramatics. "Like you were that torn up over us."
"To be totally fair, we didn't exactly get off on the right foot with that nickname," Meg conceded with a slight chuckle.
"To be really fair, she acted like a bitch before we called her that…"
"Maybe not. But we've got to call her something," Okano reminded.
"How 'bout 'Ms. Hellabitch'?" Maehara suggested innocently, like the nickname wasn't offensive in the slightest.
Irina's eyes went wide at the insult, her relief now fading a bit. "Uh…" she started, putting a small smile on her face to cover. "Or… We could just agree to move away from the whole bitch motif altogether," she suggested with a wave of her hand. "I'm not opposed to going by Irina if you guys don't mind calling a teacher by-"
"Yeah, I'm sorry," Maehara interrupted, a firm smile on his face that told her he really didn't mean what he said. "I wouldn't plan on the bitch thing going away anytime soon."
"Mm-hmm!" Okano agreed cheerfully with a nod. "Not that Ms. Irina isn't a pretty name, it's just not as fun to say as Hellabitch." At this point, it was obvious they were having their fun with the woman. Really, this wasn't that bad considering the insulting speech she had given the other day.
"Professor Bitch sounds classy," Hinano suggested, not noticing that their teacher was steadily losing her patience. "How 'bout we do that?"
"I vote for that one," Okajima agreed, irritating the woman so much that her smile had turned into a scowl. "Professor Bitch all the way."
That was the breaking point. The assassin shrieked angrily, "I hate you little turds so much!"
Well, that's pretty much all I've got for this one. On rewatch of the series, I sorta didn't like Ms. Bitch as much because I noticed so many flaws in her character that the series just handwaves away, so I thought I'd take that and make it something interesting here with Jina. Also, next chapter will be something special since it isn't based on an episode! So I hope all of you will look forward to it! It'll also have more Kina content.