Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom.

XV.

A/N: I messed up a bit with the timeline. Actually school starts in Japan on the 1st April, but Yukimura-sensei was already class E's teacher in March from what I read in the manga. Since I'm going to stick with the first school day being the 1st April, the moon didn't explode yet. Sorry guys (^^')

I was having a small panic attack right now.

I had been already jittery and restless, because the moon didn't show any signs of exploding and I just wasn't sure if I was really in a manga universe. I was so lost in thoughts during that time, that I almost forgot that the school year was ending, hadn't my mother been there. She had reminded me, when I was frantically worrying about the future events.

This was just so messed up. At least for me.

Now, to increase my distress, some really ugly bug was sitting on my nose and grating his antennas against each other. I could see every detail of its body and those too fast movements for my eye to catch.

I screamed. Loudly.

The beast flew away and someone stumbled into my room.

''Sayo-chan! What happened?'' My father was looking around wildly, as if some thief or something had been here.

''The-there was a b-bug on my no-nose!'' I was getting hysterical and to make my situation worse, my airways closed up. I began to cough from the strain of not being able to breath, pain wracking through my body. Images conjured themselves up and flashed before my eyes.

What the fu-

''Sayo-chan! Calm down, come on! Sayo, calm down!''

He was suddenly by my side.

The last thing I heard, before I blacked out, was his shouting for my mother.


I stomped up the mountain trail to my new classroom. My holidays had not been very relaxing.

First, I had been diagnosed with a slight case of asthma, after my blackout and now had to take some medication for it. I had been given a MDI, a metered-dose inhaler, and had to take it regularly. It annoyed me on constant basis, since I had to set a timer for it, because otherwise I would forget. I felt very pathetic for panicking, because of a bug. It was just rather embarrassing.

Second, I had been informed by a letter of the school, that I was no more allowed to go to my taekwondo dojo, since I was placed in class E. Class E wasn't allowed such things, because it was a privilege to allow students such free time activities and those, who were not following the rules should not be granted to have them.

Utter bullshit if you asked me. It was already forbidden to have a part-time job, but hobbies? I didn't understand how the chairman thought. I had been told, that my physical activity had reduced my asthma to a bare minimum and that the inhaler would probably cure the rest of it. I had been lucky that it never really acted up... except that one time.

I should be keeping up doing sports, but how could I when I wasn't allowed to go to the dojo anymore? I had to find an alternative as soon as possible without breaking any school rules. I didn't want to be expelled.

I continued to track down the way to the new establishment I would be going now, when I saw some insects.

My first instinct was to move back.

My asthma attack during the holidays had been because of my hysterical reaction to the bug that had sat on my nose last time. The sudden surge off emotional overload had sent my body into hyperventilating and my breath had been restricted rather painfully, but it hadn't been life-threatening, just... unexpected.

I watched them, as those small beings moved, crawling over the base of the tree and just...

My fear died down and I began breathing again.

I could deal with this. They were just like any other animal. I-

A small buzzing resounded beside my ear. I wasn't proud to admit, but I ran the hell away.

I thought about that one time, that Karma had chased me with a beetle. It had been fun, hadn't the insect been there. I missed those times with Karma.

I had been disappointed, that he hadn't been in the hospital, when I blacked out but I couldn't really fault him. Karma wasn't really forgiving and he could hold a grudge like no other, when he was really angry. I knew that, but still I couldn't squash the small amount of anger and suddenly, I felt tired.

Friendship had never been my forte. Everyone that had been close friends in my former life with me just stopped one day. I wasn't good at this whole thing, since communication was just not my strong suite.

I wondered how I could fix this.

Before I could dive deeper into my depressing thoughts, I arrived at the school building. I really hadn't noticed my way up, but it should have been at least a bit more strenuous. Maybe my stamina had improved, because the only thing that I did was slightly breathing harder and that not by much.

Well, maybe I could do my work out here...

''Please come here!'' A loud voice interrupted my planning. Before the run down building of class E, stood a young woman, with short, black hair and quite tall for a normal Japanese woman. Maybe 170 cm or less, I had seen her heels. She wore a t-shirt with a rather questionable design and a doctor coat.

She was waving me and motioned for me to come to her. I was slightly earlier than required, but I had been curious about the environment I was going to study and possibly kill an alien... at least if the moon exploded.

The school building was a run-down wood house with a classroom and something that resembled a staff room for the teacher. I saw a few other rooms, what seemed to be the toilet and other necessities, but I still couldn't get a good look on them. Next to it was something, that looked like a storage.

Still watching the building, I didn't pay much attention to the teacher, that was now walking in my direction. I did notice her, when she poked my forehead. On instinct I grabbed the arm and spun her around, so that she wouldn't be able to move.

She let out a small yelp, but calmed down rather quickly.

''You can let go now,'' she said to me.

I blinked at her.

''Ah, I'm sorry, sensei.'' I flushed slightly out of embarrassment and let go. I didn't mean to do it.

''It's no harm done.'' She smiled at me. ''So, would you tell me your name, please? I'm your new teacher Yukimura Aguri. It's nice to meet you.''

''It's nice to meet you too, Yukimura-sensei. I'm sorry for earlier.'' I rubbed my hand somewhat sheepishly behind my head. ''I'm Kitani Sayori. I hope we get along for the school year.''

Sensei began to talk and ask me about some things and I answered, while looking at our surroundings.

Here was enough space for me to do my work out and probably even more possibilities for physical exercise. Maybe free-running? Better not, I would break my leg or something.

The other students slowly trickled in, looking worse for wear. Our school path wasn't particularly pleasant.

My fellow classmates went into the classroom, so I followed their example and moved inside. Yukimura-sensei had already walked in and began to take attendance when the bell ringed.

The sound of the bell was annoying. It choked itself off in the middle. This place was for sure not in the best condition.

''Welcome everyone. I'm your homeroom teacher for your third year, Yukimura Aguri. I hope we all get along.'' She smiled at all of us, but was only met with blank faces and scowls. There were some, who were smiling back weakly, however they quickly gave up. Being teacher of class E seemed to be hard.

''I'm going to take attendance and after that let's introduce ourselves.''

She took out the list and read out the names.

''Akabane Karma.''

Silence.

''Yukimura-sensei, he is still suspended.'', I remarked.

The atmosphere grew heavy. It was just another reminder for those teens, that they were thrown here, shunned from the other students and having little way to ever become something big. Dreams crushed and merciless stomped on.

I sighed.

''Should we go on, sensei?'' I wasn't going to brood with them here. There was always a better thing to do than nothing.

''Ah, yes... Isogai Yuma?''

''Here.'' She ticked his name off.

''Okajima Taiga?''

''Here.''

I stopped paying attention to the roll call and observed my classmates from behind. I was sitting in the last row, behind a female student with glasses and her raven hair plaited into two braids. From her posture I could guess, that she was a rather shy student.

In the last row was, beside me, only one other student. He had a broad build, short spiky, brown hair, which was dyed blond on his sides. His body language told me, that he was at perfect ease to be here. Why, I didn't know.

I let my eyes drift to Nagisa's and Kanzaki's seats. Their looks had been funny, when they had seen me. I had told both of them, that I would be here, but it probably seemed unreal to them. Even with the rumors floating around. I couldn't really fault those two, I didn't believe it either at first.

They had a rather somber expression on their face and I tried to come up with similarities between them. They both had parent, who were dictating what they should do and what not.

Kanzaki was from a rich family, which expected too much of her, and Nagisa's mother wanted actually a daughter and not a son, trying to let him live the life she never had.

Both situations were a fickle thing. You couldn't really counter with logic and rationality, it just went to a personal level. I wondered, what to do about it.

Really, trying to talk sense into a person was difficult, and in my case, didn't often end very well.

And, I decided, I didn't want to make it worse. Call me a coward, but it only would make their lives harder, especially because I was just an outsider. I wasn't close to them and a 15-year-old teenager telling an adult, what to do wasn't very wise. Mentally older or not.

I had spaced out so much, that I didn't hear my name being called.

''-tani Sayori. Kitani. Kitani!'', Yukimura-sensei's voice echoed through the classroom.

''Huh? Ah... Sorry, sensei. I spaced out.''

She frowned at me.

''Don't do that again.''

''Yes, I'm sorry.'' I should really work on my awareness.

After that we began an introduction round, when it was my turn I stood up and the others turned their heads to me.

''I'm Kitani Sayori and 15 years old. I like reading and dislike waiting. I hope we all get along.'' I gave a short bow and sat down.

Well, the introduction was better than the one in my first and second year I guess. Another student took his turn and I waited till we were done.

Sensei filled us with some details for the following year, the entrance ceremony and our schedule, until the bell for the next lesson rang and she started with the new subject.

I considered taking out my book or my phone to read, but then discarded the idea quickly, since that would be rude. I didn't know her that well and she was certainly a nice person. Probably next week or a bit later. For now, I would come up with some new ideas and try not to look like I wasn't paying attention.

Class continued and when the bell to lunch rang. I was all but running out of the class, shortly waving Kanzaki, and trying to move. Sitting for hours with having nothing to do, didn't sit well with me and now I needed to release that pent up energy.

On my way outside I tripped more than once, because of my haste.

After sprinting one full round around the clearing, I was out of breath, but at least I didn't feel so restless anymore. Not seeing harm in doing more work out, I settled into a familiar position and began an easy kata. It didn't really matter, that I was wearing the skirt from the school uniform. I had learned from those many fights always to wear some shorts beneath. The experience had been rather unpleasant.

When I was just at the end of my exercise someone called me from behind and I was shaken out of my concentration. I stumbled and fell promptly on my face.

''Sayori-san!'' Ah, I knew that voice.

Grumbling, I stood up and glared at the offender.

''That,'' I growled. ''Was not nice.''

''I'm sorry,'' came the quiet reply.

I sighed and removed some hair from my face, that had fallen out of my braid when I had been training.

''So, what did you want Nagisa-kun, before you so nicely interrupted my practice?''

''Ah.'' He rubbed sheepishly his neck. ''I wanted to talk to you. I'm a bit shocked, that you are in class E.''

I rose an eyebrow.

Now looking at him, I took in his full appearance. He was wearing a different school uniform from the prior years, consisting of cargo pants, a white button up and a blue west. He had bound his hair now into ponytail and not having it opened anymore. It was noticeably longer than the shoulder length I was used to.

''Me being here doesn't convince you enough?''

''No, it's just... unexpected?'' he ended doubtfully.

''Is that a question or an answer?''

''I guess it was supposed to be an answer.'' A slight grin placed itself onto his lips.

''Well, if you say so. Do you have any questions? I'm done with practicing and going to eat lunch now,'' I said and picked up my lunch.

''Yes, I wanted to ask you, how you got here. The rumors are... a bit exaggerated.''

''What did you hear?'' I asked with an amused grin. I was aware of the rumors, but I would appreciate a good laugh.

''At first I heard you set a prank in the school council's room and put a whole chunk of garden dung inside there, where a few animals and plants lived. After that you launched several similar stunts and ended up with setting a few rooms on fire. I even heard you tried to flood the school building and shave off the hair off some class A students.''

I blinked at his answer. And then laughed outright into his face. It was fairly rude of me, but I couldn't help it.

Just wow... This sounded more than I had really done. Sure, I had used a bit of soil to put it into a few bastards bags and desks, but using animals? Flooding the building didn't sound bad, I should note it down somewhere, however I hadn't done that.

''Hahaha... No, I certainly didn't do that bad things, Nagisa-kun. I pranked Asano-san quite bad a few times, but that what had me placed here was unintentionally setting the chemistry laboratory on fire.''

Nagisa was not quite gaping, but coming close to it.

''You, you seriously lit it on fire?''

''Yes, so what?''

At my expression Nagisa ended with an oh so helpful, ''Nothing.''

I shoved my lunch down my throat and motioned Nagisa to follow me to class again.

''Ah, Nagisa-kun?''

''What?''

''Can I just call you Nagisa? The -kun is getting mouthful. In return just call me Sayo or Sayori. And why do you have a ponytail now?''

His reply was a bit delayed, but he answered.

''...Yes, you can, Sayori.''

He tried out my name without the honorific and sounded uncertain, but he seemed to be okay, so I was at ease.

I smiled at him.

''Good. Now your hair?''

''...My mother wanted me to grow out my hair. She had... not been very happy with me lately and well...''

''Aah,'' I made a sound of understanding.

I had met his mother a few times and the boy seemed to be terrified of her. Her obsession of wanting Nagisa to act like a girl was for sure frightening.

''Let's get into class.''

We moved back to the classroom.

I noticed, that Nagisa was a little more subdued today, actually everyone in class was. I could guess why. Being sent into class E wasn't honorable. You were looked down at from the main building and your education suffered. If I didn't have another lifetime to back myself up, I would be certainly like them too.

Even so I could still say they shouldn't give up. It was easy to say 'I can't do this anymore.' Giving up seemed to be the easier way, but there was always something you could do. At least a little and if not you could try.

I didn't hold people in high regard, who gave up so easily, but at the same time picking up pieces from your own failure was hard.

Nagisa seemed to have brighten up after our chat, but I didn't know further.

With my head full of thoughts the school day ended. I stayed a bit longer on the campus, since I wanted to see what was here and went out exploring.

I didn't know if I was going to be in the assassination classroom (and didn't it just sound wrong to call a class that?), but I had to take notes for any pranks that I was going to pull and probably the blueprints of the building.

I considered asking sensei or just steal them from somewhere. The former choice won just by a landslide, simply because I was lazy. Maybe if the building was missing something or if I could repair broken pieces, I could try to do that. It would be certainly a great excuse to have them. I would have to ask her later.

I discovered a few more clearings, a river near the building and a waterfall at the end of said river. There were even some fish living inside it.

After deciding it was enough I went home. I would ask sensei for the blueprints the next days and probably measure the classroom. One could be never sure.


The days went on. I had gotten my information, Yukimura-sensei had been so kind to give a copy of the blue prints of the building and in return I had cleaned the classroom and repaired some damaged equipment for the class.

We had some kind of odd relationship. The both of us would talk sometimes and she would never reprimand me. It was almost too casual, but we were comfortable. I didn't try to read in her lessons. Too busy calculating, planning and renewing. And I might be feeling a bit too attached to try. Sensei didn't really see me as a normal child and it felt refreshing not being treated like in the main building.

About our short-haired sensei. The whole class had taken to her quickly. She was charming, I had to admit and very dedicated to her job, even with her weird sense of fashion. Lately she had been happier than normal and despite her answer of already being engaged, we could all see that she was in love. Her blushing gave it away immediately.

Life felt nice. Karma was going to be back in two weeks and I could probably talk to him soon. I was trying to talk to him, but I felt entirely too stubborn. I guess I was able to hold a grudge, not that I hadn't known before. Asano was just the perfect example.

...And there was still the looming threat of the moon exploding. I didn't really know how to feel about that.

Maybe I could just overlook it for now and approach other issues. Yeah, that sounded good. For now, just focus on Karma. I just wanted to have him as my friend again.

There was another emotion running with my thoughts, but I squashed it before I could fully analyze it.


It was the last day before the first weekend of the school year and I couldn't wait for it. Sure, Yukimura-sensei was nice and the class didn't annoy me a lot, but I liked solitude. There were cases like Karma or Nagisa, where I didn't mind hanging out with them, but otherwise I was a natural loner.

Ah, well. Karma was more of a special case, but let's not dive into that.

When the weekend started I asked my parents for some money, since I wanted to restock some of my pranking articles (not too much or it would get expensive) and my snack stash.

The late evening when I was munching on some snacks, I saw it happen.

The moon was already out and I should have probably hurried to get home, but I was too lazy.

I was on my way out when there was a small tremor. Earthquakes weren't uncommon in Japan, but despite that I looked around for anything worse.

My eyes landed on the moon. Or that what was left of it.

The full white moon had been reduced to a thin sickle and the last stripes of a white light where now receding.

'Oh shit,' was my first thought.

And then the whole situation came crashing down.

It was freaking happening! I could not believe it. I had been right the whole time. I really thought I had been ready for this. Somewhere between my panic I realized I wasn't exactly.

My mental health wasn't perfect, I knew that. I depended on Karma for staying somewhat sane. He was in a way my anchor to keep me grounded to reality and right now he wasn't here. I really didn't have any symptoms for insanity, but sometimes all of this seemed so unreal. Sometimes I woke up and didn't know whether I was a 15-year-old middle schooler or a 25-year-old woman. This confused me so much and left me sometimes there, questioning if I wasn't just in some coma induced hallucination.

I was slowly wandering on the street, my feet carrying me somewhere without my consent, and when I've come to myself, I was at Karma's house.

I wasn't surprised, that my subconscious would bring me here. I had spent so much time with Karma here and just labeled it as safe. This place brought me as much comfort as my own home did.

Just... I wasn't ready to talk with Karma.

I saw figure pausing at the window. I ran away.

I did that a lot those days. Maybe I was a coward.

This was all too much, simply too much for me. I stumbled up the stairway of my home, not even bothering to greet my parents. Taking of my clothes, I threw myself on my bed and went into an uneasy sleep.

I had been just angsty all those days. My mind was practically just a jumbled mess of panicked thoughts and I was just this close to simply shutting my eyes and pretending that all of this didn't exist.

In school the day didn't get better at all. Yukimura-sensei didn't attend to the first lesson and my classmates were despairing, thinking that she had abandoned us. Hadn't my state of mind been a bit clearer I probably would have defended her... I think. The fact that the moon had exploded, didn't help one bit.

The following day when the door opened, we all hoped it was sensei. I was hoping for a bit of normalcy and maybe school would provide that for me.

It wasn't sensei, instead there was a slim, green haired girl, wearing the grey Kunugigaoka school uniform. When our attention was fully focused on her, she introduced herself.

''Hello, my name is Kayano Kaede. It's nice to meet you,'' she chirped and promptly went to the free seat beside Nagisa in the second row.

My attention quickly dwindled and I felt disappointed. It was unfair to the new girl, but I wanted Yukimura-sensei to be here and not this Kayano-girl.

The next days she didn't come either.

Finally, on Thursday something happened.

We were again sitting in the classroom and most of us had already given up on sensei ever coming back. 'She has already given up on us.', 'We're class E after all.' and 'What should we have expected?' were the thoughts that kept the mood sour in the classroom. All students of class E thought that it was hopeless and maybe it was for them. It had already been, when they were placed here.

The door opened in the middle of the first lesson and reveled two men and one woman in suits, one was holding a gun at... a yellow something.

I just felt a bit displaced at the moment and my classmates seemed to be in the same situation.

Between all crazy thoughts and stunned wonder, I noticed his cravat, a large thing with a crescent on it. Yukimura-sensei would have liked it.

''Nice to meet you,'' it greeted us, gesturing with its tentacles. ''I'm the one who blew up the moon. I also plan to blow up the earth next year. Seeing as I've become your homeroom teacher, I look forward to working with you.''

Stunned silence.

This felt so surreal, that I couldn't help but throw a pencil after him.

I even got him. A weak smile made its ways up to my face.

''Welcome to class E.''


Please don't hit me, I know this chapter is somehow shitty. I have so many ideas for the following chapters, but not one for the beginning. Shame on me. It took so long because of school. I'm having so many assignments now before the holidays.

Anyway, I loaded up a new fic, named Doves and before you ask, it was Shiki's idea. I just loaded it up.

Thanks to the helpful Guest, who corrected my spelling mistakes. Don't feel shy to do the same. I will feel more mortified if they are staying like this. Review or PM me.

So Sayo is having asthma. Thank you Skylark Sky for giving me the idea. I would have probably forgotten if you hadn't written it inside your review.

Anyway thanks for giving me your opinion on Sayo. She doesn't seem bad from what I got from your responses.

As always thank you for reading, favourising, following and reviewing to this story.

Wish you a nice day

-Yuki