Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom or anything associated with it. I only own the OC Hiyashi Mizuki and her siblings. All rights go to Yusei Matsui.
A/N: So, the lack of reviews and favorites is a bit discouraging but you guys don't owe me anything so it's whatever. Thank you to those who followed my story though! This update is for you guys. Also, I definitely think this story would be better with a beta reader if anyone is interested so just PM me. Alrighty, here's the chapter...
Chapter 8 Nagisa Goes Boom
Mizuki was still annoyed at being roped into hanging out with Ryunosuke after school the next day when she sat back down at her desk. Class was starting soon and their teacher would probably be back from China any minute now.
The front door of the classroom slid open and the class turned to see who was entering. Instead of the slithery yellow octopus, however, they were greeted with the sight of the idiot trio entering, large grins plastered on their faces.
What could they be so excited about? Mizuki wondered with narrowed eyes. The rest of the class didn't seem bothered. In fact, they were in their usual gloomy mood especially after the guy next to Blondie had commented on them being Class E. Even the group that had been gossiping about her already dispersed as everyone ate the rest of their lunch in silence.
Really, this is getting annoying. I get that they might not be as smart as some of the people in the main building but they still have some hope. Mizuki thought to herself. Unlike me who's probably going to be expelled by the end of the year. Knowing the way Traitor works, he'll find an excuse to get me kicked out.
Mizuki's quickly souring thoughts were interrupted as their sensei entered the room. He was babbling on about a rocket he had caught on the way back in the Sea of Japan when she spotted Shiota entering the room. His hand was clasped on something around his neck, and his face was dark with an emotion that looked familiar yet she couldn't quite describe.
Unfortunately, she wasn't given any time to ponder what it could be as their sensei started describing their next assignment.
"I want you all to try writing Tanka poems based on a theme. Please end it with "Tentacles" in the last seven syllables." He instructed the class. "Once you have written it, bring it up to me."
The class facepalmed at the ridiculous theme.
Regardless, he continued, "Those who finish can go home for today." Finished assigning the poem, he sat down and relaxed against the board, his whole face turning a light pink.
The room seemed to perk up a bit at the thought of going home early. Mizuki started looking around the room for inspiration.
Kayano raised her hand, "Sensei, I've got a question."
Their sensei glanced towards her, pausing before speaking, "What would that be Kayano-san?"
"It's kinda late to ask, but what name should we use for you? It's hard to differentiate between you and the other senseis when talking about you."
"A name huh?" Somehow his beady, white eyes gained a distant look as if he were recalling something from his past. "I don't really call myself anything in particular. How about all of you come up with one if you don't mind. But for now, focus on the assignment."
"Haaaaai!" Kayano replied cheerfully.
Mizuki stared at the back of Kayano's head. Her green hair up in pigtails gave Mizuki the impression of a tree.
Hmmmm… I've got it! She thought as she started drafting her poem.
The willow sways
Reaching downward...
Mizuki's train of thought was interrupted by Nagisa's abrupt rise from his seat. By all appearances it seemed as if he had simply finished his poem and was going up to turn it in. Had she not caught a glance at the anti-sensei knife hidden behind his paper, she would not have guessed he had an ulterior motive judging on the way he was carrying himself.
"Heh," a barely audible grunt came from her right.
Turning away from the upcoming assassination attempt, she saw Teresaka-baka smirking. His whole body was tense as if ready to do something. The alarm bells in her head which hadn't been even slightly active when looking at Shiota were suddenly on high alert.
Teresaka-baka glanced at his two followers as they too smirked back at him before he turned his attention to the blue haired assassin. Mizuki looked to the scheming group and to the boy before it clicked in her head.
They were using Shiota.
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Images of Traitor flashed through her mind. His orange hair mocking her. His smirk as he told her that she was a pawn in his game. The guarded violet eyes showing no sympathy for the one he had once called a friend.
Before she could recover, Shiota had reached the front of the room. Taking the knife, he swept his arm upward hoping to catch their sensei off guard with the close range. In a flash of yellow, one of their sensei's tentacles was gripping Nagisa's wrist, effectively preventing the attack.
The whole class's attention was at the front of the room except for the brown haired girl in the back. As she suppressed her traumatizing flashbacks, she suspiciously glared at the idiot trio. That could not have been all they were planning. It was too simple even for them.
"I told you didn't I? You need a more…"
Mizuki's eyes snapped to the front of the room as her sensei's voice was cut short. From her view all she could see was Shiota throwing himself at the teacher. His arms wrapped around their sensei's neck. Then….
BOOM
The whole class except three cheering male students in the back was in shock.
"Alright! We did it!"
"That 10 billion is ours!"
The voices of the Idiot Trio cheering at the horrifying sight broke Mizuki out of her shock. Unfortunately, it was not enough for her mind to catch up with her body.
"Shiota-san!"
This time the whole class went silent as they all whipped their head to the back of the room where the supposed mute girl was scrambling out of her seat to the front of the room.
Mizuki growled as she waved the remaining smoke out of her face. She would deal with the consequences of her mistake later. Right now one of her classmates' lives was in danger. Ignoring the flashes of Reo's orange hair replacing blue in her mind, she approached the body lying on the ground.
Distantly, she heard Kayano yelling at Teresaka-baka, demanding to know what he had done. Mizuki could care less. She had to see if the boy was still alive or if he would live long enough to make it to the hospital from the top of the mountain. She was ready for the worse, so when she finally caught sight of Shiota, her shock had come back.
Other than being unconscious (probably from the force of the grenade), he looked perfectly fine. The damage was absorbed by a strange membrane covering the boy. Reaching down, she felt the membrane.
It's slimy. Mizuki observed. Her eyes widened, and she whipped out her anti-sensei knife frantically glancing around the room for their sensei.
"Hah! You don't need that idiot." Teresaka sneered. "We got him with that genius plan of mine."
Mizuki ignored him in favor of scanning the area outside the window until she felt the oppressive aura coming from the ceiling. Older sister instincts coming out again, she shielded Shiota's body with her own, holding up the knife in a defensive position.
On the ceiling, blended in with the shadows, was their sensei. His whole body was black. His teeth sharpened menacingly. His usually beady white eyes narrowed to slits of pure anger.
She heard a rustle behind her and assumed that Shiota had woken up. Whimpering to her right let her know that Teresaka and his minions were thoroughly terrified of their sensei. Mizuki herself was trying to keep from shaking as the killing intent radiated off their normally cheerful sensei.
I can't lose focus. If he decides to attack I need to be ready. Mizuki thought as she slid another knife out of the sleeve of her jacket.
It turned out to be unnecessary as their sensei disappeared in a flash with his usual speed. In less than ten seconds, he was back with a bag full of… their house name plates.
Throwing three particular name plates forward at the cowering boys, their sensei growled out, "I cannot harm you due to my agreement with the government, but if you come at me with that assassination technique again there is nothing stopping me from killing everyone else you love and know leaving you alone in the world."
The three boys looked like they were wetting themselves while the rest of the class trembled slightly in fear. Everyone's eyes were fixed at the front of the room at the terrifying monster that was their sensei. Mizuki in particular watched with wide hazel eyes. Her thoughts, however, were on her siblings. Her siblings who were very small and very vulnerable to being killed by their sensei.
She didn't dare attack him at this point, afraid of how he might react. Instead, she lowered her knives and put them back into the hidden pockets she had sewn into her uniform sleeves. Despite his outward appearance, he seemed to take his oath of not harming them seriously, so they were in no danger.
Teresaka, growing a pair, pointed an accusing finger at their teacher, "What the hell is wrong with you? You come in here and say you'll blow up the Earth and assassinate me and all that. What's wrong with using an irritating method to try to kill you?"
Mizuki had to admit, as stupid as he was, Teresaka-baka appeared to have some guts.
"Irritating? Nonsense," their sensei said suddenly back to his cheerful self. His head had turned a slight orange color with a darker orange circle in the middle (the face he shows if you gave a correct answer). "Your idea itself was excellent. I never expected a suicide bomber. I give you full marks on the idea, especially you, Nagisa-kun."
He reached out a yellow tentacle to pat Shiota on the top of his head surprising the boy. He continued, "Your movements were very natural until the last moment of attack. You attacked me at a magnificent opportunity… However!"
The whole class perked up at his angry tone. "Teresaka-kun and the others did not care about Nagisa-kun's wellbeing… except Hiyashi-kun." Their sensei turned his beady eyes on her.
Mizuki shifted uncomfortably under his and the class' stare. For the first time ever, she had no plan. No idea what to do. She had blown her cover in a fit of worry over a classmate she barely knew. This is why it's easier to just not care about anyone. No trouble, no guilt, and no responsibility.
Mizuki was still shuffling on her feet wondering if she should just jump out the window behind her when a voice from the class spoke up.
"I guess the elitist from Class A has a heart."
Mizuki nearly collapsed in relief as the attention turned from her to the person who spoke. I guess I better start reevaluating my judgements of my classmates. She may be the class clown, but she also has enough sense to see my discomfort and help me out even if it was an implied insult and compliment at the same time.
As if reading her thoughts, her sensei spoke up, "Of course she does. You should never judge a person too quickly. There is a history behind every person. Before judging them, we need to understand what happened to them in order to make them the way they are."
The class glanced around the room at each other with a new look in each eye. The whole class was wondering the same things. Maybe there was more in common with each other than simply being a Class E student.
"Let's all have an assassination that will make people smile and puff out their chests in pride. You all have hidden strengths that make you talented assassins. Use it to kill me before the end of the school year… if you can nurhuhuuhuhu."
"An unkillable sensei…" Kayano spoke up almost to herself. "Unkillable… Koro… Oh! How about Koro-sensei?"
"Hmmmm… I like it," the newly dubbed Koro-sensei said. "Now, either you finish your poems or kill me and you can go home."
The whole class groaned as they picked up their pens and started writing. Tear stained Teresaka and his two friends made their way back to their seats with passing glares from their classmates who had been pelted by BB's in the front row. Nagisa, too, headed back to his seat with a strangely content expression on his face. Something had changed in him from when he had first entered the room. That emotion she had seen in him was no longer present and a determined fire had taken its place.
Mizuki also headed back to her seat with her head down allowing her bangs to cover the sides of her face. She didn't want to deal with the questions or stares from her classmates. As soon as she got back to her seat, she picked up her pen again to finish her poem.
The willow sways
Reaching downward...
Never touching
It longs to brush the ground below
Tentacles reach for what it can't quite grasp.
Almost as quickly as she sat down, Mizuki got up, turned in her poem, and rushed out the door.
End Chapter 8
A/N: Okay I hope you all enjoyed seeing Nagisa explode himself. So a bit of explaination because I realize parts of this might not make total sense. So Mizuki acted on instinct when she called out Nagisa's name because who wouldn't be shocked at one of their classmates becoming a suicide bomber. Her checking up on him though was her morals kicking into place cause she was not about to let a classmate die because she wanted to appear aloof and uncaring; plus, she thought if the same thing happened to her little brother Reo she would definitely want someone to help him too. If you can't already tell, Mizuki hates Teresaka just cause she thinks he's an idiot and she hates stupid people hence the name "The idiot trio" and "The dummy crew" along with Teresaka-baka. Moving on, after the panic and fear died down, Mizuki realized she forked up bad and had no idea what to do but then Rio came to her rescue by making a joke/insult/compliment which took the attention off her long enough to escape. Also this whole scene is going to have Rio reassessing her opinion of Mizuki as an uncaring elitist from Class A and Mizuki's opinion of Rio as the class clown that doesn't care for her grades. Mizuki is really traumitized from Asano's betrayal because it came out of no where and he was her best friend and her rock after her mother's death when she had no one else to turn to so it was a hard blow especially considering her own father's betrayal by abandoning and abusing his kids. Ok last thing, the poem is actually a Tanaka poem I made up (if anyone knows how to write one properly please let me know how I did). Anyway it's up to interpretation. If you want to let me know how you thought of it I'd love to hear your thoughts. Ok that's it for now:)
