Hey, so I wanted to write the Assassination Classroom series events with my OC in it. I've had a ton of ideas for this, so I figured it was about time to type it up. Anyways, let's just get on with it.
A quick note here: Throughout this story, events from the anime will be taken and written out with changes to account for my original character. That includes dialogue. Plenty of the dialogue from actual scenes in the anime has either been taken word for word from the English dub, slightly altered to suit the needs of my story, or added on to. I am not claiming any ownership over scenes/arcs/storylines from the anime, dialogue featured in those scenes/arcs, or canon characters. The only thing I claim ownership over are the original scenes/storylines I've added in, additions to existing scenes/arcs, and my original character.
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom.
The bell for the end of the period rang, and the odd octopus monster stopped writing on the chalkboard. "Oh? That's lunch everybody," he said, turning away from the board and slithering over to the window. "Excuse me while I pop over to China for a quick bite," he continued as he slid the window open. He turned back to them briefly, holding up one of his tendrils. "You have my cell number, any killers feeling especially trigger happy today are welcome to hit me up." The tendrils on his tentacle curled, almost as if he were forming a fist to show his determination.
With that said, he shot off out the window, sending a shock wave of air through the room that caused all the students to shield themselves with their arms and yell in surprise.
"Okay, math…" a slim blonde named Nakamura near the front trailed off with a soft sigh, cradling her chin in thought. "If he's traveling at Mach twenty…"
"It'll take him ten minutes tops to reach his favorite take-out place in Sichuan," a bluenette, Nagisa, near her finished.
"So just to be clear: We've absolutely ruled out missiles?" another boy with scruffy, orange-brown hair by the name of Maehara spoke up.
"Are you kidding? Even if we had access to that kind of hardware, he can break the sound barrier," Isogai pointed out.
"While grading!" Nakamura added with a wave of her hand for emphasis.
"My homework even came back with a doodle on it," Isogai mentioned, thinking back to the other day.
"Y'know, all things considered, he's not doing a bad job," the blonde pointed out.
A girl with dirty blonde hair, who sat directly behind Kayano, thought to herself, "That's the understatement of the century. Then again, not any stiff competition at this school."
"I know, right?" Hinano spoke up. "He tutored me in Algebra, and I killed it on our pop quiz the next day!"
"Yeah, kind of a shame. We get our grades up just in time for the world to end," Mimura added pessimistically, a sort of sour, lopsided smile on his face.
The dirty blonde girl sighed to herself and reached into her bag for a book, manga to be specific. The conversation had lost its interest. After all, they had talked a lot over the past few days about how they were going to kill him, but they always seemed to go in the same direction.
Before she had even cracked the manga open, her blonde friend, Rio Nakamura, leaned over her desk to peer at the cover. "Really?" she raised a brow and smiled, startling the dirty-blonde, after seeing that it was the series she had gotten into last year. "I thought you already watched the first season of the anime, Jina."
"The story is really good," the now-named Jina replied flatly.
Nakamura chuckled, shaking her head and opting to start a conversation about their tentacled teacher. "So any clue on how we might kill him before the year is over?"
"I don't know. It seems kinda impossible," the dirty-blonde spoke up, shutting the manga and pulling her knife out. "Not like they're helping by throwing us in and expecting us to sort it out on our own."
Whatever the thing was, it was impressive for sure, but no new information on him had popped up since they were given the assignment to kill him. All they knew was the weapons they were given were capable of harming him, and that the odds were stacked against them. His list of strengths far outweighed the list of weaknesses, and just about everyone in class lacked any skill in gun and knife play.
She opened the manga back up and stared blankly at the first page, her mind wandering too much for her to focus. She thought back to the first day of school when this information was dumped on them. They didn't even have time to be shocked that their teacher was the thing that blew up the moon before the responsibility of being the assassins to kill him was placed on them. Some guy, Karasuma if she remembered correctly, had come to give them the rundown on everything. In her opinion, he seemed far more qualified to kill their teacher than any of them, even if he never actually landed a strike on the octopus.
The starting notes she had taken on their teacher were nothing special. All she had was his basic strengths and weaknesses, and not much had been added since the first day of school. He changed colors depending on his emotions, but that was the only thing Jina had learned over the last few days. It was frustrating how little they knew about their teacher.
The bell rang once more, ending the lunch period. Not long after, their tentacled teacher slithered through the door followed by Nagisa.
The bluenette took his seat while their teacher began writing on the chalkboard. Finally, when he was done, he turned to them with squiggling tentacles and said, "Okie Dokie! Your assignment this afternoon is to compose a short poem. The final line should read, 'was tentacles all along.'"
Jina quirked a brow in confusion while the rest of her classmates voiced their's through a collective cry of, "What?" She loved English, but she wasn't a big fan of the restrictions he put on their writing assignments sometimes.
A girl with long dark hair and light brown eyes, Kanzaki, raised her hand while the rest of the class gave the octopus funny looks. "Excuse me, sir. Really?"
"Really!" he replied in earnest. "When you've completed the assignment, kindly bring it forward. You will be graded on creativity, grammar, and overall beauty of expression." He emphasized the 'and' with a raise of one of his tendrils. "Here's an example: Not the storm of garden's snow of flowers moving on, but sprouting there instead was tentacles all along."
"Yeah, because that makes a whole lot of sense. Sheesh," Isogai muttered, resting his head in his hand.
"You may go home once you're finished," the teacher added, shocking everyone in the room. He wasn't serious, was he? Sure, she could come up with something without much difficulty, but it still sounded absurd.
"What? But, sir!" Hinano started. "'Was tentacles all along?'" she repeated, at a loss.
"Should get those li'l synapses sparking and the imagination slithering!" he went on, his own slithering tentacles being held up for emphasis. He wriggled them faster, making a sputtering noise as if they didn't already have their own sound effects. For someone who wanted to destroy the world, he was very silly. Not quite villain material if you asked her.
"Will you stop that?!" Maehara snapped comedically from his seat in the front, annoyed by the noise.
"Um, sir? Question!" Kayano called from the front, raising her hand.
"Huh? Of course! Fire away, Kayano!" the octopus replied, turning his bulbous head in her direction.
"Do we always have to call you sir? You haven't given us your name and I think we need one," she said, feeling awkward having to always call him sir. "I mean it'd be kinda awkward if we don't call you anything, right?"
"Ah. Well, now…" he started slowly, still staring in Kayano's direction like he was lost.
Jina heard two students ahead say something about an oversight on their part. Kaede had been right. In the few days he had been teaching them, not once did she realize that he didn't have a proper name to be called by.
"Hmm… Trouble is, I don't have the sort of name you just give to people," he admitted, scratching his head with one of his tendrils, raising a few questions in Jina's head as to why. "Why not pick one for me?"
The dirty-blonde stared at the octopus teacher incredulously, knowing this wouldn't go well. A group of third-year middle-schoolers naming something? Never ended well.
It seemed Maehara agreed, muttering sarcastically, "What could go wrong?"
"Just focus on meter and syntax," the tentacled teacher replied, putting an end to the name discussion for the time being.
"M'kay," the green-haired girl chimed, going back to her work.
"I'll take a short break while you take up your pens," he said in a voice halfway between a yawn as he took a seat on the stool in front of the class, his skin turning noticeably pink.
Kai didn't get started on her work and instead looked over his features before taking out her notebook dedicated specifically to him. She went to the first page and noted down the color and its meaning.
The girl looked up from her notebook, noticing that the bluenette was walking up to their teacher with his poem in hand. Something about it felt off, but she wasn't quite sure why. The answer presented itself when Nagisa suddenly pulled a knife and struck at their teacher, who caught his hand in the nick of time. "What did I say about thinking outside the box?" he scolded, taking the knife from the boy with a napkin to avoid injury.
Without answering, the bluenette leaned into the octopus, like he was going to hug him. There was a yelp of surprise from their teacher for a reason that none of them knew, and that's when Terasaka stood from his desk, pressing a button on a hand-held remote. An explosion shook the room, and anti-sensei BBs were sent flying in all directions, causing most of the students to scream and duck.
Still covering her head, Jina could hear Terasaka and his group cheering, and she guessed they were in on the plan. Sitting back up, she saw the smoke throughout the room and scowled at the elated perpetrators. Were they really already desperate enough to attempt a suicide bomb? And were they really going to celebrate before ensuring their classmate's safety?
"You jerks!" Isogai yelled, glaring at them as they made their way up to the front of the room where a mass of black tentacles lay.
"What the hell have you done?!" Maehara followed up, looking equally as pissed as his friend.
Terasaka, Yoshida, and Muramatsu ignored the both of them, not letting their classmates' shock and disapproval spoil their celebration. "Hah! Never saw a suicide bomber comin', did ya?" the boy gloated to what they all assumed to be their teacher's corpse on the floor.
"Terasaka!" Kaede cried angrily, standing up from her desk with a frown. "What'd you make Nagisa do?!"
"What? I'm sorry, you have a better idea?" he asked sarcastically, still showing no signs of remorse for his actions. "I gave him a modified toy grenade filled with those stupid BBs. And a spoonful or two of gunpowder so they'd scatter at a high enough speed."
Jina glared hard at the boy, disgust written on her face. "Bastard," she grumbled, gritting her teeth.
"Don't worry, it wasn't enough to kill anybody," Terasaka went on nonchalantly. He squatted down next to the supposed corpse, a broad smile across his face. "I'll pitch in on his medical bills." Suddenly, his smile disappeared and was replaced with a perplexed expression when he saw what was really on the floor. "Huh...?"
Now that the smoke had cleared, they could all see Nagisa on the floor, covered over by something that looked like plastic wrap but tinted yellow with the BB's sprinkled over it.
"Whoa. He doesn't even have a mark on him," Terasaka said, astounded. He frowned, sweat clearly on his face as he grabbed the odd material that covered his classmate. "And what the hell is this membrane? Did the body, like-?"
"It's not a body, it's a husk," the voice of their tentacled teacher said firmly. The group of perpetrators all began to sweat, looking around the room nervously. Kai, as well as the rest of her classmates, began searching the room as well, unsure where the voice was coming from. "I shed my skin once a month." Nagisa sat up, the skin breaking rather easily and sinking back to the floor. "I wrapped it around your classmate to protect him from the blast." His tone sounded scarily calm yet held fury in it, so much so that the dirty-blonde felt a chill run down her spine.
Terasaka looked up towards the ceiling, finding their teacher stuck to it. The octopus's eyes glowed red and his skin began to dull and turn grey. "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume you didn't see this coming," he went on in a dark tone. Everyone stared up at their teacher in shock as they got their first glimpse at just how terrifying he could be. "Terasaka. Yoshida. Muramatsu." His tone alone made the room feel darker, as if he were spelling doom for those he named. By now, everyone in the class was staring at their teacher in horror, whimpering.
"Haven't seen that face before, and I'm not sure I want to see it more than once," Jina thought to herself fearfully as their teacher's face pulled into a dreadful snarl, showing his teeth that were now pointed.
He growled as his eyes turned into dark slits just above his mouth. "This was your doing. Wasn't it?!" he boomed, his head twitching as if he would snap at them and tear them to piece at any moment.
The three boys nearly shook with fear, all three visibly drenched with sweat and wracked with terror. "Who…? Us…?" Yoshida squeaked.
"It was all Nagisa!" Terasaka lied in a shaky voice, all his confidence and swagger gone.
The octopus disappeared, kicking up a mass of wind as he went. Everyone screamed and by the time it was over, he was back, causing another shock wave to rip through the room. There was a clattering noise as something was thrown to the floor behind the boys, making them turn around.
"The nameplate off my house!" Terasaka cried, seeing his on the floor along with Muramatsu's and Yoshida's.
"Here's the deal, kiddos," their teacher started, still in that menacing tone. "The agreement I have with your government forbids me from harming you. But there's a catch." He held up a nameplate from the pile, one that spelled Shiota. "If you pull another irresponsible stunt like that again… There's nothing that says I can't harm someone else." He let the rest of the nameplates clatter to the floor, showing the various names of the students and effectively striking fear into all of them. "Family… Friends… Everyone in the world except for you, if I feel like it." For once, his mouth opened and his teeth separated, making him appear far more monster-like and making his promise all the more genuine.
Jina stared at her own nameplate on the floor in horror. Every student was completely drained of color and shocked by the complete personality change. Now, this was what they expected a planet-destroying monster to act like.
"Go on! Threaten us!" Terasaka pointed towards the octopus, his voice cracking and betraying his tough-guy act. "I ain't afraid of no squid! Where do you get off blowing up the moon? We got rights, you know! Call us irresponsible! We're just defending ourselves!"
Suddenly, his skin turned orange, a red circle in the middle of it. "Of course. I know that," he said, now in his normal, kind and understanding voice. "I'm not calling you irresponsible for trying to kill me. No, no, no." He placed his tendrils on Nagisa's head, ruffling his hair with them lovingly. "As a matter of fact, Nagisa here gets full marks for technique. His composure was simply outstanding. However!" he started, pointing one of his tendrils at the group of boys and causing them to flinch. "None of you cared if he was injured." All three looked down at the floor, now seemingly ashamed of themselves. "Not even Nagisa himself, it seems. Students with that attitude aren't fit to assassinate anyone," the octopus stated as his face turned purple with a darker purple x in the center, a few veins visibly popping out of his head, for further emphasis.
It returned to normal as he faced the rest of the class. "You must believe yourself worthy of your target. That means taking pride in what you do, in yourselves, and each other. All of you are more than the sum of your parts," he finished reassuringly, wagging a tentacle like someone would their finger.
The tentacled teacher put out a small smoking section of the desk with his tentacle before he turned to Nagisa. "Here's a puzzler for you, Nagisa. Given that I have no intention of being killed." His bulbous head turned suddenly to address the whole of the class. "Though, of course, I have every intention of enjoying our time together before the planet goes kerplooey. What, exactly, are you going to do about it?"
Jina's gaze drifted down to the green knife in her lap as his words sunk in. When this mission was given to them, she felt like she couldn't do it, and she still felt that way but… less so.
"Geez, man! You scared the crap out of me," Sugino said as he stretched his arms behind his head with an awkward smile while he followed the bluenette and Kayano out of the rundown school building. "Do me a favor and don't try another suicide bomb."
"Yeah, I was really scared there for a minute," Kaede added with a relieved smile.
Nagisa sighed, giving the two a guilty, lop-sided smile while he rubbed the back of his neck. "I know. It was pretty reckless, but I thought it was worth a shot. I mean, they said those BB's won't hurt us, right?"
"Hey, Nagisa!" a voice called out, making the group of three stop in their tracks. They turned towards the voice to see Jina, standing back near the entrance to the building with her usual stoic expression on her face despite the events that had gone down. She held something that looked like a magazine in her hands close to her chest.
"Woah, she can talk!" Kayano muttered in shock. She had been so quiet Kaede was beginning to think she was mute.
"Oh! Uh… hey," the bluenette returned awkwardly, having been caught off guard.
"I wanted to talk to you," she continued, still showing no visible emotion. "Alone if that's okay."
Nagisa exchanged glances with his two friends. "You guys can go ahead. I'll catch up," he said, motioning towards the path down the mountain. Sugino gave a last glance at his friend as he and Kayano walked away and left Nagisa and Jina alone. "So why'd you want to talk to me?" Nagisa started as he stopped in front of her.
Now that he was so much closer, the dirty-blonde seemed to get a little nervous, averting her eyes to anyplace except for Nagisa and fidgeting with the magazine she held. "Well, I just wanted to ask if you were alright after what happened today," she admitted.
The bluenette quirked a brow at her sudden behavior. Not that he had interacted with her much, but he hadn't seen her be this way before. All she'd ever done was ignore everyone except for the girl who sat next to her and read her manga. Anytime someone tried to talk to her, they were usually given a short response, so this new behavior didn't fit what he had come to expect from her at all. "I'm fine. The BBs couldn't make it through the skin, I guess," he assured with a wave of his hand and a smile.
"That's not what I mean," she said, earning a confused look from the bluenette. Her grip on the paper she held tightened a bit. "I mean, I wanted to know if there was something else going on that you needed to talk about. Something that may have pushed you into the suicide bomb," Jina continued a bit quietly. She didn't want to throw out accusations, but she couldn't help but be worried about how little he seemed to care about his own safety.
Nagisa blinked blankly at her for a moment before it clicked. "Oh! No, it's nothing like that at all!" the bluenette denied, holding his hands up in front of him. "I just thought it was worth a shot. It was the first solid idea we'd had, and we haven't exactly made a lot of progress with our assassination."
The dirty-blonde let out a sigh of relief, and she visibly relaxed a bit, though her grip on the paper was still firm. "Good," was all she replied with. There was a short silence between them with Jina making no efforts to continue the conversation.
"Y'know, I'm a bit surprised you came to talk to me," Nagisa admitted, trying to break the awkward silence between them.
The girl cast her eyes down to the ground and picked at the magazine nervously again. "I'm not much for conversation."
The bluenette looked closer at the paper she kept fidgeting with and noticed something. "Hey, isn't that an issue of Sonic Ninja?" he pointed towards it.
The dirty-blonde glanced down at the issue before nodding. "Yeah. I wanted to catch up on the series."
Nagisa came closer, grabbing the comic to peer at the cover. "Issue fifteen's pretty good. A lot of questions finally get answered, too," he commented after seeing the cover. "I kinda never expected you to be into this kind of stuff. I never even thought you'd come talk to me."
She quirked a brow at him. "Why's that?"
"Well, you always seem so serious, and you kinda look annoyed whenever someone tries to talk to you," the bluenette admitted slowly, looking to the ground and rubbing the back of his neck.
Jina looked down to the ground, and her expression turned a bit downcast. Sighing, she started, "I'm really not the best when I'm in an unfamiliar place. When I'm put in a new place with new people, I just… need time to adjust before I can really socialize with anyone I don't know."
Nagisa blinked. "So you're just shy?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," she shrugged. Socially awkward was a better word, but she wasn't about to correct him. "I hope no one got the wrong idea. I really didn't mean to come off that way."
"No need to be so blue! Just make an effort to appear more approachable to your classmates!" their tentacled teacher interrupted as he appeared beside them in a flash, making both of them jump. "It would benefit you greatly to work with others in this classroom," he added, twirling a pen in his tendrils. "Alone, none of you stand a chance at assassinating me by the end of the century, let alone the end of the year!"
"Wow, that's encouraging," Jina muttered sarcastically to herself.
The two bid their teacher goodbye and started off down the mountain. They walked in silence, which seemed to be okay with both, while the dirty-blonde mulled over her teacher's words. As much as she hated it, he was right. None of them had a prayer alone, so she'd have to suck it up and be more social.