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XIX.

She was actually frenching him. Just... wow.

Vaguely, I noted Kayano showing a very distressed expression, while Karma just looked interested. Was he thinking about the possibility of Nagisa being a girl again?

Eyes wide open, Nagisa couldn't do anything. The poor boy just stood there, while Jelavic- no Bitch-neesan was roaming his mouth with her skillful tongue. Within seconds the bluenet was down.

Any resistance Nagisa had shown before was gone and he was placed motioned between the blond assassin's breasts. The poor guy was wasted.

''Come to the faculty after this. I want to hear about the information, you have gathered on that guy.'' Her eyes turned cruel. ''Well, I have plenty ways to make you talk.''

She let the bluenet drop and turned around.

''As for the rest of you! Those with useful intel, come and speak to me.'' When she looked at me, I made sure to give her my sweetest smile. Not over my dead body, bitch. Her gaze sharpened. ''I'm doing you all a favor. And I'll even lend some manpower to the girls.''

Her eyes dropped on me again. My mouth pulled back into something, that couldn't be called a smile. Entirely too many teeth. I couldn't remember the last time someone had underestimated me so much. I didn't really focus on the fact, that she had looked at the other girls too. Too wrapped up with my own anger.

Behind us a few armed men appeared.

''A professional's job lies in having both skill and personal connections. You brats should sit quietly on the sidelines and watch.'' One of the thugs, that had just come, put a gun into the blonde's hand. ''Should anyone of you get in the way of my mission even a little bit...''

The gun touched her lips.

''...I'll kill you.'' With these words the assassin walked away with the men and left us alone.

I felt pissed. Enraged. She was underestimating us. Me. The urge to hurt something itched under my skin.

Really, I tried to calm down. Getting worked up over those words would only hinder me during assassination. I gritted my teeth only not to say something stupid. Yes, she was an assassin and had more experience than us. That didn't mean she was going to be successful. Her whole demeanor practically screamed arrogant. She wouldn't kill sensei and she wouldn't be able to kill us. The government had most likely made a deal with her.

Working to relax my tensed jaw, I let my head drop on Karma's shoulder.

''You were right,'' I told him. ''She's really a bitch.''

''So that means no more 'Jelavic-sensei'?''

I poked his side.

''Yes, you cheeky brat.'' Karma poked right back. I squealed at the touch. ''Stop that! You know, I'm ticklish. Let's just go to the classroom.''

''Yes, yes, my princess. You want me to carry you there?'' He held up his hands in a joking manner.

''Of course, my knight.'' And I heaved myself right into his arms. He wasn't prepared for the sudden weight and stumbled back a few steps.

''OI! Sayo! What's with-'' I steadied myself by putting my arms around his neck.

''I'm too annoyed to walk and you offered to carry me.'' He sent me an exasperated look. It told me 'I'm way too used to this now, but I'll still complain.'

''What does being annoyed have to do with walking?''

''Everything.'' By now our classmates were watching us. ''And it's punishment for calling me old hag so many times.''

Karma huffed.

''So what? You are,'' his voice sounded somehow childish and fond at the same time.

''Yes, I am older. Still, you don't call that a woman. Be a gentleman,'' I told him cheerfully and switched back to Japanese. ''Anyway, see this as training. I'm not the lightest girl under the sun. Maybe your spaghetti arms will get stronger too!'' Actually, I was just messing with him. His punches were powerful and despite not looking very muscular, his arms were surprisingly strong. Nice to look at too.

Huh... I blinked. Were had that thought come from?

''Well, I could just play thug fishing and fight with them. That's training too.'' Karma's word pulled me out of my reverie.

''Sure, you just have to invite me.''

When we reached the classroom, Karma let me fall just above my desk. With a dull thud I landed on my ass. I glared at him, only to be rewarded with a pinch on my cheek.

''My ass hurts, you ass.''

And the ass above me had the gall to laugh.


English class was a quiet affair. The blond assassin, that was actually supposed to be teaching us had written 'study hall' on the blackboard and sat now chuckling at the front with her tablet.

I could care less what she did, since I didn't need lessons in English anymore. So I fancied myself with a book and waited until something happened. I doubted, that my classmates would take this situation as it was.

In the plot of my story the protagonist was just about to confess her eternal love to the guy, that had been her crush for a long time already. Why did I choose this book again?

Right, this was one of kaa-san's. I was out of books again.

''Heey! Bitch-neesan, start the lesson already,'' Maehara shouted suddenly, disrupting the tense silence and letting the amounted anger flow. The others followed soon after.

''Yeah, Bitch-neesan.''

''Bitch-neesan!''

''You're a sensei here for the time being, Bitch-neesan.''

The complaints of the class flew around in the room. Secretly, I thought this was all amusing. To annoy an assassin like that.

''Aghh, quit with all this 'bitch, bitch' stuff!'', the woman at the front yelled. A thick vein was pulsing on her forehead. ''The name's Jelavic, do you understand? With a 'v'. A bitch is that, what I'm going to be if you don't beat it into your thick skulls. You Japanese people just don't have any distinction between 'v' and 'b'!''

She was seething by now.

''I'll teach you the right way to pronounce 'v'.'' At the word 'teaching' some of us were looking more interested now. ''So my name is Jelavic, with a 'v'. Bite your lower lip and hum.''

Almost everyone did as she said. It was teaching after all. Pronunciation was important. With the exception of Karma and me. The reason was obvious. We had worked out the accents years ago.

When it seemed, that the assassin would actually teach us more she said:

''Excellent, guys. Now... practice that sound quietly for the next hour, while I ignore you.'' Talk about short lesson. Several pissed faces were glaring at her, but the bitch made no move to do anything else.

I tried to force some kind of nonchalance, just not to give her the satisfaction of accomplishing to get under my skin. Inwardly I just wanted to hit that smug face of hers. Meanwhile, I busied myself with my book. No matter how bad the plot was, it was thousand times better than to watch the woman sitting at the front.

The last lesson of the day was P.E., Karasuma-sensei let us train our shooting at some targets. Every time we packed out our guns I felt totally useless. Maybe it had to do something with my sense of balance or my eyes, but I couldn't hit the target right. It frustrated me to no ends.

...Maybe I should let my eyes get checked.

So I continued the futile practice with the others and waited for the day to end. I wanted nothing more than go home and curl up in my bed with a hot drink on the night stand. My tolerance for annoying events had reached its limit.

''...Oi, oi. Is this for real?'' Mimura said from somewhere. At his aggravated voice I turned around. The sight, that greeted me, let me frown. ''Those two are shacking up at the storage shed.''

Heads were turning around to see the two going into the storage room. This situation left me actually conflicted. I didn't really believe, that Koro-sensei would fall for such a trick. Despite his behavior around us, he was very sharp. You just had to look at the way he taught us.

Still, that woman was a professional assassin. She could have set up some kind of trap, that sensei wasn't able to see due some circumstance. He had the habit of letting things play out.

''...I'm kinda disappointed in Koro-sensei. Getting reeled by such a transparent woman.'' It was that, what most of us felt. We were already trying to assassinate him for a good month. That goal having been suddenly snatched away by a single woman, was certainly frustrating.

''Karasuma-sensei, I get that she's here to kill him, but...'' Kataoka spoke up after a long amount of time. ''We... we can't bring ourselves to like that woman.''

There, she spoke it out loud.

''...Sorry, that you have to deal with this. It's the government's instruction to let her handle this situation, as a professional,'' Karasuma-sensei apologized. ''Still, with her skill to prepare her assassination in a single day... I can't help but agree with them, she's a top-class assassin.''

A heavy stillness settled over the clearing.

''Still,'' I couldn't really endure this silence. It seemed as if every one of them was giving up. I let my frustration slip into my voice. ''Fuck her being a pro. We aren't going to have wasted an entire month just for some bitch to do it.''

I let myself fall down to the grass after that speech. That been surprisingly cheesy and I felt slightly embarrassed for that. My face felt hot. I knew, that this had been rather childish. Life wasn't fair, but this was still middle school. We still could have dreams, still hope for much.

A familiar chuckle brought me out of my thoughts.

''Yeah, that's right. That octopus is going to get killed by us. So let's no despair.'' Just as Karma ended a scream rang through the air.

''NOOOOO!'' I wanted to spring on my feet, but then my timer rang, startling me out of my doings. Ah, fuck. Time for my medication. Did class end already?

''NOOooo!''

Well... I could take it later in class. It was in my bag anyway. I was about to go when someone snagged me by my collar. I could see the others running to the storage.

''Ugh! What the-'' I turned my head around.

''Well, didn't I hear something?'' I gulped at Karma's rather stern face.

''Ah... Yeah, but the inhaler is in class and I can get it later. I didn't even get any attacks since the first time. It's not a big deal.'' I tried to talk myself out of this. In the background I heard a faint ''Nooo...'' and I really wanted to look now.

...Had I actually turned back into a child?

''Come on, Sayo-chan. Let's go to class and get you your dose. I'm sure your mother wouldn't be happy if you forgot it again.'' Ouch, low blow, Karma. Mom was never happy when I forgot.

''...Yes,'' I mumbled, feeling abashed.

''Very good.'' My childhood friend broke out into a big grin and hampered off with me to the classroom.


After a test in the sixth period, we went home. It was silent, as Karma and me walked to the station, simply enjoying the peace. I was still processing, what happened today.

It was kind of strange. First I had been reborn, then I had realized that I was in some kind of story, that I had read in my teens and now I was being trained into an assassin to save the earth. When I looked closely at it, this shit was surreal.

Now a trained killer was trying to snatch away our target and probably wouldn't be the last one. The thought kind of annoyed me.

''-ey, Sayo! You there?'' I jumped at Karma's voice.

...What's with my awareness? It was kind of sad...

''Yeah, Karma?'' I turned my head, just to find a thoughtful look on Karma's face.

''You know; tomorrow is going to be even more disastrous.''

''Yeah,'' I acknowledged with a nod. ''Probably. Whatever sensei did, the woman didn't seem happy.''

''Well, our beloved teacher seemed to be really interested in her boobs. Maybe...'', Karma trailed off suggestively, while waggling his eyebrows.

I whacked his arm with my not occupied hand. The other one was just holding my ticket above the scanner for the train station.

''You pervert. I thought you were better than Okajima.'' I sniffed mock-disdainfully at him.

''Oi, that's a low blow. Who was the one, eyeing Karasuma-sensei like a piece of meat?''

''Oh, shut up. He's a perfectly handsome species of a male human. Perfect eye-candy.''

Karma looked faintly nauseous.

''I did not need to know that.''

''And,'' I continued, just to see more of his face. ''He's one of the only men not driven by hormonal urges.''

At Karma's face I couldn't help but cackle. He was just too amusing.

''Sometimes,'' my friend said after he had recovered. ''I would pay to get a glimpse of your thoughts. Just... this time I would have been perfectly content not to know.''

''Well, no luck for you, I guess.''

I didn't get a response for that.

''Anyway, kaa-san is home today and wants me to invite you. She's cooking... something. I don't remember.'' I shrugged.

''I will never know, how you can still recall small details for school and unneeded shit, but not that what your mother said you in the morning.'' He shook his head.

''Hey! It was yesterday evening.'' I argued weakly. ''So, will you come?''

''When haven't I?''

''True enough.''

That evening I shoved a pack of ice down Karma's shirt.


The first period was English. Since Bitch-neesan was just sitting at the front and doing nothing, I was blasting music through my headphones and reading. This time I made sure for that book not to be a romantic novel. I mean, sure they were really nice to read, but sometimes I had enough. Quite a few stories were really seen through red-tinted glasses and just...

I had to say, I wasn't such a big fan of them anymore since the age of nine in my second life.

I had drifted off somewhere between my thoughts, another song was already playing on my phone. Ah well...

My gaze went to the front. The blond assassin was gesticulating with her hands, as always a confident expression on her face. It irked me.

I couldn't hear anything. My music was too loud.

Just when the assassin seemed in the middle of a speech someone threw a rubber at the blackboard.

A pause.

Suddenly the already hostile atmosphere spiked up dangerously. Anger and something akin to killing intent lingered in the air, just for a moment and then hell broke loose.

My classmates were throwing objects at the bitch, standing at the teacher's desk.

Pencils, paper, sharpeners, name it and it would be found thrown at the front. An idea struck me.

I looked at the volume in my hands. I had read almost all of it, so I shrugged.

'Well, I can find the page later on.'

I shut the book with a loud clap.

'Here it goes!' And threw it.

The thick book sailed through the air in a wide arc, not noticed by the other as they were still busy with releasing their anger. I was greeted with a deadpanning Karma from the right, but still waited for the object to connect.

'Bulls-eye.'

''AAAHHH!'' My novel hit her with full force on the head and I couldn't help but cheer. I had hit her, damnit!

''Yes!'' My shout echoed through the class. Head's turned to me. Some stunned, some elated.

I could care less. Suddenly only the face of the furious blond mattered. She looked as if she was going to kill me. A large vein popped out from her temple.

Wisely, I ran out of the classroom.

Outside, I saw Karasuma-sensei observing the class with a resigned expression. His mood didn't seem to get any better when he saw me.

He shook his head.

Still I continued to run, since I didn't want to get killed.

For the sake of my life, I stayed outside for the on-going first period. My lips twitched slightly, her face had been priceless. For the lack of having nothing better to do, I sat down on the grass.

I was so dead, I realized. Maybe I should have thrown something smaller at her. But, nah. Given that I should probably not throw things at people, that wouldn't have helped the matter.

The chance had been presented to me and I hadn't been able to resist. She would probably want to pay it back. And I was going to be most likely in trouble later on.

Ah fuck it. I began to pluck on the grass.

How high was the possibility of being killed? Not very high, I thought. An assassin couldn't really kill out of personal feelings in front of the government. Killing people was usually not allowed anyway. I could get away with an eternal grudge of the blond and maybe a detention. Hopefully.

The bell for the next lesson rang. Huh, had it been so long already?

Slightly swaying, I heaved myself from the ground. No helping, I had to get back into class. Favorably with all my body parts intact.

The rest of the lessons passed in some kind of blur. Just like many other countries, Japanese schools taught in a frontal style. That meant the teacher stood in the front and talked the whole day. Group assignments were rare and it was boring.

My old life in Germany had been a bit different. Teachers there were encouraged to let the students work with each other, hold presentations for the class with others and let them work out a system for themselves. The reason had been to let students learn how to cooperate with others for later in life.

It had been more interesting, I had to admit. And I missed it a bit.

You could talk to your classmates in the lesson without being nagged at by the teacher and generally get a rest from all the lectures.

Though Koro-sensei's lessons were better than the ones in the main building. He taught at a moderate speed which everyone could follow and made individual assignments for each single students. I had never had a teacher who went and put so much effort into teaching. A math and physics teacher had done quite a lot in my old life, but Koro-sensei was miles ahead of him.

Still, lectures weren't my favorite thing of school.

The salvation came with lunch. I didn't what was up with me today, but I felt totally skittish. So I participated in a round of 'assassination badminton' or whatever the others called it.

Essentially, it was just like normal badminton just with more players and different equipment.

Okay, not like normal badminton. The ball had the shape of Koro-sensei's face and our rackets were bend knives out of wood. When the ball hit the floor within the limits of the other field, you got a point. When it went out of it, a point for the other team.

It was important how you hit the ball. A simple swipe gave one point, when it hit the floor. A stab three points.

The teams were made up of four members, whose position wasn't determined. You could practically run everywhere on your field half.

To win you had to get at least 15 points in a round two times.

*thwack*

''ATTACK!'' Urgh... Sugino was way too good in this. He stabbed the ball with so much force, that Chiba wasn't even able to swing his knife towards the incoming attack.

Ah, damn.

''Three points for the others.'', I muttered. I was getting a bit out of breath.

We played a bit further, but in the end my team lost. A bit sour and sweaty from the game, I stalked to Karma who had been watching from the side.

He looked at me for a few seconds, before he spoke.

''Did you actually have to throw the book? She was really pissed after that.''

I grimaced faintly at the memory. Her face clear in my memory. It had been funny back then and it was still funny, but she seemed to be able to ear drums with her screeching.

''Sorry, I didn't really think about it.''

''Yeah, I noticed.'' He grinned at me. ''You really ought to think more.''

''Mmmh, probably...'' Karma blinked at my response.

''Hey,'' I could feel a hand on my forehead. ''You okay, Sayo? That's not like you. You're even warm.''

''Of course I'm warm.'' I snapped slightly at him, slapping his hand from my head. ''I just played badminton just now.''

''Woah, Sayo. Did I do something wrong?''

Ah, shit. Not that what I wanted.

''No, you didn't do anything. I'm just a bit tired, I think. Sorry for snapping.''

''No big deal, but are you sure you aren't coming down with something?'' The worried expression of his deepened. ''You went outside in the first period. It wasn't exactly warm; I must remind you.''

''Thanks for worrying, but don't. I'm fine.'' I smiled at him. ''Come on. Let's go to the classroom. Lunch is almost over.''

I stood up and dusted my butt. Turning around, I stretched my hand out for Karma to take it. Without a word the redhead took it.

The walk to the classroom was silent, if not a bit slow. We didn't really have anything to talk about or at least I thought so. But I was stirring about that what Karma had talked about.

Was I actually getting sick? I hadn't really noticed anything, except for a slight note of imbalance but I could probably blame that on my tiredness.

I had slept just like always, nothing different from the normal. Urgh... Hopefully I didn't catch something. I hated being sick. You couldn't do anything but rest and sleeping got old very soon. Not to forget that I always seemed to get headaches then.

I shook my head out of these thoughts. Better focus on more pleasant things for now.

Arriving in the classroom, I sat down at my desk and dropped head on my arm. Had it been always so bright here? The others began to trickle in.

I could practically feel the worried glances, Karma shot me and Koro-sensei was still not here. Maybe Karma had been right and I was coming down with something. I groaned.

Let this day be over quickly...

The door slid open and the noise of footsteps echoed in the quietening classroom, unmistakably human.

Sandals, I recognized. Koro-sensei didn't have sandals. He walked or slid on his tentacles. Who-

Ah, yes. Blond. Assassin. New teacher. My memory supplied helpfully. My head swirled a bit.

*clack* *clack* *clack* *clack*

The steady rhythm of the chalk clacking against the blackboard lulled me into drowsiness. It was comfortable...

''You are incredible in bed. Repeat that!'' The voice of the blond cut through the silence. I kind of couldn't care less. I was tired.

''Come on!''

''Yuu aa inkuredeiburu in beddo...'' The horrible pronunciation of my classmates made me cringe. Yes, the wonders of Japanese accents.

''It would be incredible to be in a bed now...'', I said half loud. I drowned out her words. It would be really wonderful to take a nap and suddenly the desk seemed more inviting.

''...teach you how to seduce people of other countries...'' Oh my... ''...gonna stick with conversation skills that will be useful in the future.'' And suddenly her voice changed into a shier tone. ''If... you still don't see me as a teacher after that, I will give up on this assassination and leave.''

Good, a compromise. Now would you let me sleep?

''...sorry for...'' I didn't listen anymore after the apology.

I could accept her for this. She was useful. A person, who could teach me more skills. She still wasn't going to be my favorite person. Just an ordinary teacher.

I yawned. Time to sleep...

And I shut my eyes.

...

Only to be jerked back to wakefulness by ringing laughter.

My head had been leaning already sideways. With the sudden noise I flinched hard enough for gravity pull me down to the floor.

*crash*

''Ah, fuck!'' A curse left my mouth before I could stop it. Despite the crash being quite loud, more than half of the class only noticed me, when I had started to shout.

I was more or less lying on the ground and left to stare at the ceiling. My body only began to obey me again when Karma tugged me on my arm.

''Come on, Sayo. Stand up.'' He was crouching next to me and poking my arm now.

''Don't wanna. It's comfortable.'' I was really too lazy to stand up again. ''And I ruined the moment already. There can't be anything worse.''

Exactly in that moment Koro-sensei came in.

Jinxed it.

''Sayori-kun. You should not sleep on the floor. No matter how good we clean it, it is still the floor. Besides, this is not good for your health! You already seem to be sick.'' His body was towering above mine and tentacles waved around in a scolding manner.

I watched him rant for a while, still not feeling inclined to really stand up, but I propped myself up on my elbows.

His voice got slowly in my nerves.

''Sensei, if I stand up, will you stop talking?'' He paused for a moment.

''Yes, Sayori-kun. But you should go home earlier. You don't seem to be well.'' His eyes watched my form.

Now on my legs, I responded.

''Thank you for your concern, Koro-sensei. But there is no need for that. I don't think that I would do very well in finding my way home anyway.'' I made a move to sit down on my place again, but a tentacle stopped me.

''I can believe you if you say you don't feel well enough to walk, but sitting here while being sick, won't do anything good for your health.'' His grin was still present on his face, but somehow he pulled it off to look concerned. ''I am willing to offer you a ride, while Irina-sensei will be teaching the class. Isn't that right?''

''Huh?'' The blond assassin responded, befuddled. ''Ah... Yes, of course.''

''Wonderful. So, Sayori-kun. What do you want to do now?'' I could see his reason to send me home, but how was he going to do that? Huh, the world seemed to be a bit upside-down today.

I was swaying a bit, but Karma came and steadied me.

''Sayo, you should go home. You don't really look well.''

''Well, thank you. That's what I wanted to hear. I look shitty.''

Exasperated, he sighed.

''Come on. I don't want you to get worse.''

My annoyance lessened at his worried face.

''Hah... Okay, I'm going home.'' I turned to Koro-sensei. ''Looks like I'm going to take your offer, sensei. Just would you please tell me how you are going to get me home?''

His expression was delighted, going by his changing skin. It was now in a brighter yellow.

''Of course by flying.''

''Okay.'' Should I be concerned, that I felt so apathetic about that matter? It was probably save, I realized. Koro-sensei was not allowed to harm us in any way. Physically, be it indirectly or directly. Mentally, I wasn't so sure. But I could think about that later.

I packed by bag to go home. Did I forget something? Ah, yes...

First Karma, then Bitch-neesan.

The former was standing beside me, hovering over my frame. It almost cute how much he cared about me, but I was a big girl already.

... I think I should go home quickly before I started to spew out more shit.

Just when I wanted to grab my bag and go, Karma took it out of my hand. I deadpanned at him.

''Is that really necessary? I'm not dying, Karma.''

''Yes, despite not dying, dear, you have a horrible sense of balance now. Sayo, just let me help.''

Grumbling I let him help me.

''I'll see you later, right?'', I asked him.

He nodded.

''Just like always.''

I stood there just for a while, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Damn, it was getting worse.

Slowly I made my way towards the door. Better get over with this. At the front I stopped once again. Turning around, I looked Bitch-neesan in the eyes. Actually, let's not call her that in front of Koro-sensei.

''Jelavic...sensei,'' I tried the name out. Well, a bit weird, but okay. ''I don't like you.'' The bluntness of the statement seemed to take her aback. ''But I guess, if you're going to be a decent teacher, it's okay. And... I'm sorry for the book this morning.''

I rubbed my neck. The bruise on her forehead was still clear to see.

''You really piss me off and you are probably going to mentally scare some of this class with your 'You're incredible in bed'-number. But keep on trying. Ciao.''

After that I turned around and didn't look back. Holding such speeches was really embarrassing. At least I didn't stutter.

Outside of the classroom, I saw Karasuma-sensei again. Did he always watch us?

''Goodbye, sensei.''

''Goodbye, Kitani.''

I just stood there and waited for Karma and Koro-sensei come out. It didn't take long and we were standing outside in the yard.

Koro-sensei had taken my school bag with one of his tentacles and Karma just stood there on the side.

''Thanks for taking me home, sensei.'' I put on my jacket. It was colder than I thought.

''Nurufufufufu, you're welcome. I can't just let my sick student stay in school like this.''

I went to Karma to give him a hug.

''It's cold.'', I whined.

''Sayo, you're creeping me out.'', he said, but made no move to get away from me.

''Where is the love from earlier?''

''There, there. Come, go home with sensei. Your mother is there, isn't she?''

''Yeah.'', I nodded. ''See you later.''

Then I released my friend and stepped towards our teacher.

''I'm ready, sensei. Sorry for the wait.'' I looked at him. ''So... what now?''

''I'm taking you home, Sayori-kun. Allow me.'' And he gripped me with his tentacles and put me into his gown. My head was sticking out at the top. I must look ridiculous.

''Ready?''

''Yeah.'', I breathed out and we were gone.

The trip didn't even last a minute. First we were at the campus and then at my home. Sensei plugged me from my position and lowered me slowly to the ground.

''...Thank you, sensei.'' I was still progressing this.

''No need for that, Sayori-kun. If you would excuse me? I have to go back.''

''Ah wait!'' The octopus-like figure stilled.

''Is there still anything worrying you?'' His tiny eyes blinked at me.

''Yeah, I meant to ask you something. Who are you?''

I waited for a response, but he didn't answer. If not, he looked contemplative.

Then I realized what for a question it was. Too personal, way too personal. Our class could do this assassination, because sensei didn't look human. He didn't seem to be human at all, but he behaved like one. But when we'd start to look at him like a person with a life, we would certainly question our doing.

''...You know, Koro-sensei. You don't have to tell me. At least not now. But you won't be able to avoid it. One day we're going to learn about your true identity and then there will be no more sunshine and rainbows.'' I pressed my lips into a thin line.

''Yes, you're a smart woman, Sayori-kun.'' Woman, he said woman. Why- ''One day I will tell you all, but for now let's just enjoy our life. Most of your classmates didn't even realize it yet, but you are right. This will get more difficult.''

For once his smile was gone. I stared at him silently, not knowing what to say.

''Go home and rest. I expect you to come at me with all your might.'' He patted me on my shoulder and lay the school bag on the ground.

Then he vanished.

I went into my home.

''Kaa-san, I'm home.''

''Sayo-chan? What are you doing home already?'' the surprised voice of my mother answered me.

''I'm a bit sick and my teacher sent me home.'' And immediately I was herded into my room with my mother telling me to rest.

I stood there in my bedroom with mixed feelings. Koro-sensei had called me a woman. I didn't know whether he did that on purpose, but I had heard him already addressing the other with 'boy' and 'girl'. I was confused.

The mirror in my room was not masked with its usual blanket. I stared at my reflection and it stared right back. No this was clearly still the body of a child.

Tired, I changed my clothes and went to bed.

I could worry about everything later on.


Right, chapter 19 and I kinda edited it a bit. It's still kinda horrible, but whatever.

Anything you liked? Hated? Found confusing? Write me a review if it was. I'm kinda annoyed at my internet connection.

-Yuki