A/N: Right! So, hello, this is my Assassination Classroom fanfiction. I'm bored and need something to occupy my time that I actually have to finish by a certain deadline. Not that I'm going to have a set schedule, I'm not. My schedule is whenever the hell I feel like it. But I felt like publishing something, so I wrote this and am posting it. If you want to know what to call me, it's Unicorn. Just Unicorn. Or UnicornPhoenix if you're boring and want to write out the whole thing, but just Unicorn or even Uni is fine. So yeah. Please read, review, and check out my Fairy Tail oneshot if you watch FT. But not my other one, that one sucks and was abandoned. Enjoy! And Happy Holidays.

Day first published: 12/23/19

Chapter One

I screamed when I felt the knife pierce through my chest, tears streaming down my face as I choked from the sudden inability to breathe. I stumbled back, eyes wide and staring at the man in front of me. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna die, I'm so gonna die, I'm so gonna die…

I panicked when I realized this, and was only vaguely aware of the knife going across my throat and my bag being taken. I heard footsteps, but I blacked out before I could process anything else.

I thought I was dead, but then I suddenly shot up out of bed with tears still streaming down my face from the shock of it. I breathed raggedly, eyes darting around rapidly, trying to gauge where I was. I sure as hell wasn't in my house, or a hospital. I was in a room with bunk beds lining the walls, around six people could fit in total. I was on the bottom bunk of the bed closest to the door, standing right of it.

I shakily swung my legs over the edge of the bed, but when I tried to stand, I found that I was much shorter than I was before. What the hell…?

I looked down to find my legs shorter and the floor much closer than it should be. My eyebrows furrowed and I saw my hair fall in front of my face, only it wasn't my hair. I picked at the strands; hot pink. I've never dyed my hair in my life, why is it suddenly bright pink?

I slowly got to my feet, one hand on the wall to keep my balance, and shuffled out of the room awkwardly. I heard screaming children downstairs but ignored it, opting to enter the doorway to my left. When I got inside, I saw a bathroom, with a simple toilet and tub, nothing special. Clearly, whoever's house this is isn't some rich guy. And judging by the children downstairs, I wasn't kidnapped by some gang, which is good.

My fingers fumbled for the light switch, and once I finally found it and turned the light on, I had to blink away the sudden brightness. Once I got my bearings, I moved over to the mirror on the top of the sink. I peered into my reflection, but once I processed what I saw, I blanched, stumbling back in confusion and shock.

For one thing, everything was animated, and I had no idea how I didn't realize that before. Everything was way brighter too, the colors blinding. If you didn't focus, it seemed completely natural, but if you really did, all of a sudden it made zero sense. My reflection's eyes were widened comically, too, like in some anime. But that wasn't exactly the worst of my shock.

I looked nothing like myself.

I was about a two decades younger than I had been, going from thirty to maybe ten or eleven. My previously dull, straight, and flat brown hair that refused to do anything but lay down was gone, replaced by hot pink, soft locks that looked like they could look good no matter what you did with them. The blank, staring black eyes that had freaked out anybody if I stared long enough had disappear, instead becoming bright pink cheerful orbs that could make anybody happier if they looked into them long enough. My acne-scarred facial features had been replaced with soft skin that probably hadn't experienced blemishes ever, and was clear as glass.

I was beautiful, and it freaked me out.

I swallowed, choosing to ignore that, and headed back to the room I had materialized in, shutting the lights off absentmindedly as I went. Once I got back to the room, I turned to the bunk I had been laying in, instantly finding a small, tattered brown backpack sitting next to the bed. I made my way over to it, opening the bag with my newly smaller fingers and find a few things inside.

One was a watch, which didn't look like anything special at all but once I looked at it closer, I saw that there was a little opening panel on the inside that revealed a tiny meter thing. On the top, it said 30 Years Old, and on the bottom it was marked 12 Years Old. I had no idea what that meant, but I saw that the meter was filled up to the 30 mark. I shrugged and snapped it on, continuing to shuffle through the items in the bag.

Underneath that, I found a leather bound notebook. It was beautiful, just black, not anything special, but I felt like it was important. There was a pen attached to it and a strip of leather that could keep it closed. Opening it, I found that there were pages and pages of line paper. There was a matching one underneath it, only this one was a different shade of brown and had no lined paper, just blank pages. It was a sketchbook, which also had colored pencils and pens in a pack next to it for sketching and drawing. I put those to the side and continued looking through.

I felt my stomach drop when I pulled out a knife. My hand shook as I held it in my hands. It had a leather handle and a leather sheath, and when I pulled it out of the sheath I saw a blade that had beautiful markings lining both sides, fading out quickly before they reached the tip. The sheath had equally beautiful markings. It was double-edged, and l felt a strange connection to it. It felt like it was mine somehow, but after what had happened when I got stabbed, it kind of scared me too, so I quickly sheathed it again and went back to the bag.

The next thing I pulled out almost made me more scared. There was a gun. An actually freaking gun. In what I'm assuming was my backpack. It was a silver handgun, along with ammo for it. There was also a matching silver revolver, with more ammo for that. I could see my reflection in both, and surprisingly, I didn't freak at the sight of them. I just stared for a bit, heart pounding. Maybe a minor freak-out, but not too bad.

The next thing I found were leather gloves, perfectly fitting to my hands. Along with them was an all-black outfit that was fit for an assassin, and some black heeled boots. In a tiny zip-lock bag I also found some tiny earrings, and when I reached up to my ears I found that my ears were pierced and I could put on the earrings, but didn't.

Underneath all of this, at the very bottom of the tiny backpack, was a little note folded into a square. I unfolded it slowly, and read it with wide eyes.

Dear child,

No doubt you are very confused as of now. I do not blame you. But, you should know that this is your third wish. Your time has come. You will find a locket around your neck. It has your new name on it, as well as your age. Speaking of your age, that watch's second compartment measures your mental state, or how old you are mentally. It will go down until you reach the mental age of your physical body.

Welcome to the world of assassins, child. There is no going back.

A Random Godly Entity

I blinked in confusion at it, then looked down at myself. For the first time, I noticed what I was wearing. Black ripped jeans that did not fit my new age at all and were way too fitted, a black shirt that had a knot tied at the bottom, and plain worn down black sneakers. The silver locket around my neck did have a name engraved on it. Akari. And on the inside, a tiny note that told me it was my twelfth birthday was encased.

I sighed and sat on the bed slowly, sinking down into the hard mattress. Looking back at the folded note, I thought long and hard about what it meant. Third wish…?

Then, it hit me.

"Um, so, what is this?" a twelve-year-old brunette asked the smoke in front of her on her birthday.

"I am a random godly entity, and I am here to grant your three wishes for no apparent reason," the smoke replied, voice devoid of all emotion.

"O...kay? Um, well, first, I wish to be, like, a genius. I can understand anything, or do anything, really easily or something."

"Granted," the smoke intoned, voice still cold.

"Uhhh, I wanna, like, be pretty? Wait, no, scratch that, I want to be able to change my appearance, with no limits. So I could grow tentacles like Koro-sensei in Assassination Classroom! Or I could turn into a cat or a table or anything, just as long as I can imagine it. So, shape shifting, essentially," the young girl's dull, staring eyes lit up at the mention of her favorite anime.

"Granted," the smoke intoned once again.

"And for my last one, I wanna join the world of Assassination Classroom when I die! Yeah, that'd be awesome. Oh, oh! And my new wishes can start happening once I'm there. So, I can use 'em once I'm dead and in the anime world!" she exclaimed excitedly, eyes bright.

"The third wish is granted. We shall meet again, young one, in the afterlife. Good luck," and, for once, the voice did have emotion. The gender less voice sounded… kind, almost. A nice change.

"'Kay!" the girl said, happy as ever.

The smoke disappeared, and the girl looked around her room, blinking at the sudden absence of the smoky entity. She furrowed her brows, looking around, before the light in her eyes dimmed. "Oh. Just a dream then. Too bad… it sounded nice," she murmured, before rolling around to go back to sleep.

She never thought about that night again.

I blinked slowly, staring down at the note. My eyebrow twitched, How the hell could I forget that?!

I was somewhat confused as to what I should've been feeling. I had forgotten almost every detail about Assassination Classroom other than the fact that there was a giant yellow octopus threatening to destroy the world, and that it was happening in class 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High.

That was literally it.

I sighed, but suddenly I heard a loud childish shriek, followed by young laughter. My head turned towards the doorway, Um, so, where am I?

After packing up the bag and making sure that the weapons were all the way at the bottom, I made my way down the stairs.

I almost tripped on one of the steps, but managed to keep my balance. Once I got down there, I saw children running around happily. It looked like a little daycare, with bright colors and kids everywhere. There was an old woman smiling warmly at the children running about, and her eyes slowly made their way over to me. Her smile dimmed slightly when they landed on my form on the stairs. She got up and made her way over to me slowly, and once she got to me, she started talking, "There you are, child, you've been asleep for much too long. How are you feeling, dearie?"

I swallowed, "S-sorry, ma'am, but w-where am I?" My voice cracked slightly on the words, and her eyes softened.

"You're at an orphanage, child. We found you passed out on the street two days ago, you've been asleep ever since. What happened?"

I looked up at her, thinking. What do I tell her? Eventually, I just decided to go with the whole memory loss thing. "I-I don't know."

"What's your name?"

"A-Akari."

"Your family name?"

I furrowed my brow, "I don't think I have one. O-or, if I do, I don't remember it. I-I don't remember anything."

She nodded slowly, "Well, welcome to the orphanage, I suppose. You'll have to begin attending school soon, and it is the beginning of the year, but first we should get you caught up on the subjects here. Or perhaps we could just home school you," she tapped her chin, deep in thought, and I just fidgeted uncomfortably, "Yes, I believe you will just be home schooled."

I nodded at her, and she introduced me to the rest of the children, before calling over one of the younger employees and asking him to tutor me for the rest of the day. We quickly found that everything was simple for me, so we moved up the grades of math at a rapid pace. Since I had lost my memory, they had just assumed that my intelligence wouldn't be as it should be, but I was fine. Once we got to my age, he slowed down and started to teach me what it had at a watered down pace. Then, we moved onto other subjects, which I found more difficult. Like Japanese. I wasn't Japanese before, I wasn't even Asian. I was Canadian. I spoke English and a bit of French, maybe some slight Spanish. I think the Mysterious Godly Entity made me fluent in speaking Japanese, but not writing it.

I was tutored most heavily in that and history. Science, Math, and English were easiest for me, so I didn't need much help with that. I didn't need much help with anything though, thanks to my magical understanding.

I never touched the knife, or my guns. I used the sketchbook daily, and the notebook occasionally, to write down random stuff. I got a job too, at a cafe, so I could pay for school supplies and things. I also experimented with my shape shifting, and found that I could, indeed, changed into anything. It took a lot of my energy, but the more I did it, the easier it got.

Before I knew it, the days had flown by, blurring into weeks, then months. Soon, I was applying for Kunugigaoka Junior High, and as expected, I got accepted. My tutor, Ito, and the woman in charge, Tanaka, were both really proud of me, and the children were super excited. That day was wonderful, and it held a lot of laughs and smiles.

Soon enough, it was my first day at Kunugigaoka, and I was standing at the front gates among all of the bustling students. Steeling my shoulders, I walked through the door.

Assassination Classroom, here I come.