Damn, I meant to get this out sooner, but it just didn't happen. I'm really sensing a pattern here. I always struggle with the third chapter for some reason. But basically, things got a bit rough with online school and my motivation and energy dropped completely. I really didn't have the energy to write this chapter up until recently. But I am back and feeling much better, and I've finally finished online school too! Anyway, this chapter is when things really get good. After all, we're finally getting into the action! Now, let's see how Izuku will fare in the situation he's gotten himself into.
Also, real quick note here: Anytime there's a line in complete italics with quotation marks around it, those are a character's thoughts. Sorry if that wasn't clear and had anyone confused last time.
Spoiler warning for the following episodes: Pandemonium Time, Karma Time/2nd Period, XX Time, Nagisa Time, Game Over, and All Might. If you haven't watched any of these episodes yet, I'd advise you to wait on reading this story until you've done so if you want to avoid spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own BNHA or Assassination Classroom.
Izuku took a deep breath to calm his nerves before taking off at a fast pace after the cars. He focused as much of his attention on controlling his Quirk and keeping the energy constant while still keeping an eye on the cars to be sure he didn't miss a turn or lose them. "I'm finally controlling it!" The teen smiled to himself, proud of his accomplishment and beginning to finally feel like he had a Quirk to call his own. Maybe now he could use it offensively without injuring himself.
He continued following the cars until they reached the rocky cliff sides of the island, where the hotel was visible up at the very top. Panting, he let his concentration slip and the energy around him disappeared as he came to stop not too far from a bend in the road. He caught his breath quickly before forcing himself to walk, knowing that if he fell too far behind he didn't stand a chance of reaching the top. Of course, he also had to stay a little behind to not get caught by the class.
Midoriya knew the plan. They were to scale the cliffs to the back of the hotel to avoid running into any of the guards near the front. The cliffs weren't much further, a few minutes of walking for sure. Soon enough, he turned the corner to see the two black cars parked near the railing of the cliff.
There weren't any students or either teachers around, so he figured it was safe to go near them. Glancing up, his eyes bulged out of his head when he saw that there were just a few students and Karasuma with a nagging Irina clinging to him still climbing the cliff. Was he that slow or were they just that fast?! "Crap, I'm already so far behind!" he cursed under his breath. "I guess I don't have any other option…"
Izuku waited until the stragglers had reached the top then got into position. He willed the power into his legs, reassuring himself mentally that he had it under control, then shot from the ground. He stifled a yelp with one hand and held the other out to grab the cliff face once he got close enough.
The boy could feel himself losing speed as he went, and by the time he had just about run out, he was just a few minutes climb away from the top. Gripping the cliff tightly in one hand, he brought his hand away from his mouth, letting out a shaky breath of relief as his whole body shook. His legs ached, but they certainly weren't broken.
Midoriya forced himself to climb, ignoring the throbbing coming from his broken fingers and the pain in his legs. He had almost forgotten about it in all the chaos. When he neared the top, he paused, hearing Mr. Karasuma's voice trail down to him. "Let's move. There's not much time."
The green-haired teen pulled himself up to see the class filing through a side door. Once the last student had gone through, they shut the door behind them. Scrambling up, Izuku made a mad dash for the door, hoping that it would still be unlocked. He let out a sigh of relief when the handle gave him no resistance and opened the door.
Closing it quietly behind him, he moved quickly and quietly through the hall, making sure to stay far back enough so that he could take cover if needed. It didn't take long for the group of students to stop suddenly as they encountered some issue. Izuku ducked behind the previous corner they had turned and peered out from around it, waiting to see when they'd move forward.
Midoriya could hear Karasuma again. "Why the hell do they have so many damn security guards?" he grumbled.
"That's a lot of guys for all of us to sneak past," a voice that he thought belonged to Nagisa chimed in.
There was a brief pause before the female teacher with blonde hair spoke up confidently, "Come on, people. What're we waiting for? Let's just do it."
"Does she not understand how important it is to remain unseen? If we're reckless and get caught, then every student will die!" the green-haired boy thought to himself.
It seemed the body of students agreed with most of them gasping at her seemingly careless attitude. "Do you even comprehend the situation we're in right now?" a boy asked through his shock.
"There's too many of us!" another agreed. Izuku could see the blonde woman begin to walk out of the crowd of students, ignoring the concerns that were brought up. "Uh. Are you out of your mind?" the same student hissed as they all watched her walk out.
She paused for a moment before saying, "Watch and learn, sweethearts." With that, she walked out of Midoriya's sight, flipping her hair as she went into the area that had the guards Karasuma had mentioned earlier.
"Is she crazy?!" Izuku was panic stricken at this point as he watched with wide eyes. "She's going to get us caught! Why is no one stopping her?!" Once again, the students gasped as they watched her leave. Midoriya gripped the wall tightly as he waited to hear yells or cries of pain from the female teacher, but none came.
He could hear voices, one of which was the female teacher's, but he couldn't make out what was being said no matter how hard he strained. A moment later, piano music filled the hall.
There were a few gasps of astonishment from the students. "Oh, wow. She can really play," one of them commented.
"Ah, the Fantasie-Impromptu!" came Korosensei's voice. "That, boys and girls, is an assassin with multiple blades! She charms, she bewitches, she fills the air with the sweet music, captures the imagination. Every ear is seduced. Every eye is riveted!"
"Wait… Assassin?" Izuku paused, thinking it over. "I already know this class isn't normal, but… Are they really being taught by assassins? They mentioned killing before so it's a possibility."
The piano music came to a sudden stop, and the blonde teacher's voice came again. The group of students began moving forward, with the last in line being Nagisa, as the piano music started back up. Just before the green-haired boy started down the hall, Nagisa stopped to turn and look back at Irina, forcing Izuku to duck behind the wall fully. After a moment, he peered back around carefully and started towards the end of the hall upon seeing that the blunette was no longer there, going as quickly and quietly as possible.
Stopping at the next corner, he could hear one of the students speaking, "And she never mentioned being able to play."
"Let this be a lesson to you not to judge a book by its cover," Mr. Karasuma spoke up. "There's a lot more to a good assassin than meets the eye. Sure, she's crass and overbearing. But your Language Arts teacher also happens to be one of the most dangerous women in the world."
There was a strange giggle. "See, class? Even when I have none, you're in good hands," Korosensei joked.
Not many laughed, but there were a few giggles, most likely from pity. "Let's go," Nagisa said, and footsteps could be heard going up the stairs. Midoriya waited a moment before following suit.
Once up the stairs, they stopped in the third floor corridor. "We've cleared the lobby area so we should be in good shape. If we're stopped, we'll say we're staying here," Karasuma informed them.
"But, sir, we're a bunch of junior high kids. I mean, look at us, right? We shouldn't be here," a doubtful student said.
"Why not?" he asked. "There are a lot of kids here. Where do you think the offspring of the ultra-rich stay when they travel?" A few students gained a look of realization, including Izuku. "That's right. Only the best for daddy's little prince or princess. You should see some of the antics those trust-fund brats get up to."
"Excellent! So, walk around like you own the place," Korosensei piped up once again, and Nagisa held him up so that he could be somewhat eye level with the rest of the students. "Turn those noses up and no one will be the wiser! Let's practice. Show me entitled!"
While the students made chatter trying to sound as bratty and entitled as they could, Midoriya glanced down at his clothes. "Even if I can act like some spoiled kid, there's no way they'll buy that a rich kid is in a dirty gym uniform while on vacation. I'll just have to try hard to not be seen."
Back at the resort, Asui hopped between students with bags of ice in her arms, replacing the ones that were mostly melted. She stopped for a moment to look around and noticed something. "Ribbit, where's Midoriya?" she asked aloud to the other three.
"Dunno. Haven't seen him in a while," Mineta answered as he brought a tub of ice over to Takabayshi.
Tsu's eyes narrowed with concern, her hand going up to her face. "Oh no," the frog-girl croaked as she remembered how determined he was to go with the rest of the students.
The others turned to look at her, now concerned. Mineta's eyes widened as he seemed to have the same idea as her. "You don't think he…?"
Asui nodded her head. "I think he did. I think he went after them."
"Really?" Okuda squeaked, stopping in her tracks to look at Asui, who nodded in return.
"That isn't good," Takabayashi chimed in. "He could risk getting them caught. He's likely to be far behind them too, so he won't know where to go or have Ritsu to unlock doors for , he should know that already."
Tsu sighed, squatting down on the floor. "I'll see if I can catch up to him. You three stay here and keep taking care of the others," she said as she sprang off through the open porch into the darkness.
The group was moving again, this time without being compacted into a large group. The green-haired boy was following behind as best he could while still staying on high alert in case he needed to act casual.
As they came closer to the third floor's central hall, two men came around the corner. Midoriya froze for a moment, his heart sinking into his stomach, before he leaned up against the wall and attempted to act casual. Thankfully, the men only gave him odd glances and moved on.
He sighed softly, letting himself relax a little, before he peeked around the corner to make sure he wasn't getting too close to the class. To his surprise, they were entering into the central hall. He heard one of the students laugh and say something that he couldn't make out, followed by Mr. Karasuma's voice.
Izuku could hear the same student's voice just before two ran ahead of the group towards the hall, where another man was coming out. "What're they doing!?" he thought as he watched them in horror. "Why is everyone being so reckless?"
As the two, Terasaka and Yoshida if he remembered correctly, reached the opening of the hall, one of the girls called out to them, "Terasaka! Watch out!"
It was hard for him to make out much of what went on, but in a flash, Karasuma had thrown the two students out of the way and a purple gas had enveloped him. "Oh no! Mr. Karasuma!" one of the other girls shrieked. A moment later, he hopped out of the cloud with a grunt as it began to disappear.
"What gave me away?" the man who had been walking down the hall said, pulling a mask off of his face. "I pride myself on being as nondescript as possible. Happens to be one of my strongest selling points, Little Miss Helmet Head."
A girl with a purplish-black bob stepped forward and said, "I've seen you before. You gave us those complimentary drinks back at our hotel." There was a gasp from the students at her accusation. "Why would you be here if you worked for the other place? It doesn't add up!" Another student stepped up as well, agreeing with her.
"Ha! You've got a good eye for faces," the man complimented, placing his hands on his hips proudly.
"So it was you who got everybody sick!" the girl who Izuku recognized as Kayano accused.
"Ha!" he laughed once again, raising his hands up. "Is that right? I'd love to see your evidence, Sherlock. Tropical islands are a hotbed for all sorts of icky viruses."
At that, Kayano stuttered, finding herself at a loss for an answer. The same girl with the bob laughed, smiling and holding up a finger confidently as she walked out of the group, "And yet we were spit up and on different parts of the island all day. The only time we were together was for dinner on the shipboard restaurant. But Mimura and Okajima bowed out of dinner to work on the video, and it just so happens they're both under the weather; which makes your free drinks the only viable suspect." She put her finger to the center of her forehead before continuing, "And since you served them…" She pointed at the man triumphantly. "You, sir, are the poisoner! Elementary!"
Izuku stared ahead, his eyes wide from shock at her reasoning and observation skills, but he couldn't help but feel like the display was unnecessary. "It was already obvious he was the culprit. Him appearing at the resort just before everyone got sick and now being here to attack is incriminating enough when you consider that the virus is manmade and couldn't possibly be found naturally…" he thought to himself, tuning out whatever the students began talking about.
He broke out of his thoughts when the assassin chuckled, a devious smirk appearing on his face as if he were in control. Suddenly, Karasuma shook and fell to his knees, groaning. There was a yelp of surprise from the students, and Midoriya's body tensed. "Well, congrats on uncovering my identity, but I'm afraid it's a little too late."
"He's a poisoner, children. An expert at the surreptitious application of his craft," Korosensei said somberly.
"Not to toot my own horn, but the gas was a homemade concoction," the assassin smiled, holding up an arm to gesture to Karasuma. "One whiff turns enemies into statues. Fresh air disperses the runoff, so there's no trace." Their teacher pushed himself up some to look at the assassin. He was clearly struggling to perform even that simple movement.
"Crap! This is bad," Midoriya panicked, holding his hand over his mouth. "With Mr. Karasuma out of commission, who's going to protect them?" This was beginning to remind him far too much of the villain attack.
"Now, then," the man started, "I guess it's safe to assume you're not here to trade. I'll have to tell the big man negotiations deteriorated." He shrugged, as if it weren't that big of a deal and began to turn around back to where he had come originally. "Oh well you win some you lose some." As he turned, he stopped when he saw a few students blocking his way.
The green-haired boy gasped, watching with intrigue. He had seen them move, but they were at the door before he even knew it. There was definitely something up with these kids. He squeaked and ducked behind the corner he was peeking around when he saw a few of them come towards his hall, likely to block off the exits.
"First rule, coming up against an enemy," one of the students started distantly.
"Scout the exits, block their retreat," another voice, this time female, finished.
"Cut off their communications," one that sounded like Terasaka added.
"We've learned from the best; isn't that right, Mr. K?" the first voice continued.
Izuku glanced around the corner and gasped when he saw Mr. Karasuma picking himself up from the floor slowly. How was he still moving? "You were a tad too quick to show us your true colors," he said in a raspy voice that was hardly audible to Midoriya. "You should've kept quiet and reported us to your boss."
The assassin turned around to face Karasuma, pulling up his mask as he went. "Hmph! So you can still speak, huh?" he said pointedly. "First rule when up against numerous enemies. Cut off the head, and the body dies." He pulled another canister from his belt, shouting, "Observe!"
Before he could open the canister of gas, Karasuma had kicked him square in the face. As he fell to the floor with blood trailing from his mouth, their teacher stumbled and struggled to regain his balance before eventually crumbling to the floor.
"Oh no, Mr. Karasuma!" Izuku muttered worriedly under his breath. The main guy was taken down, but what about their teacher? The assassin never specified if the gas was lethal or permanent. "What're we going to do now? We can't make it to the top while dragging an unconscious body around, and we can't just leave him either!" Midoriya spiralled into his thoughts, putting a hand over his mouth again as a precaution. He was so zoned out that he didn't notice the students tying up the man and hiding him under a table.
The green-haired teen was stopped when Karasuma came to after being lifted up by a student. "Sir, you can't keep going like this. You've got to lie down," the boy who was supporting him insisted.
"Just give me half an hour. I'll be fine," their teacher said lowly, his voice still quieter than usual. "Don't do anything crazy."
The students all began moving forward again with one of them supporting Mr. Karasuma. Just like he had been doing all night, Izuku followed them from a distance. Other than the group halting to stare disapprovingly at Korosensei and spin him around at a high speed after he made a joke about summer vacation being in full swing, the group didn't stop. Izuku hadn't heard much of what was said, but it was something about them becoming independent.
Finally, when they came up to the fifth floor scenic walkway, the group stopped suddenly when they spotted a man leaning up against the glass. He wore black pants, a matching black shirt with a grey stripe down the center, a long green coat over it, and… a pearl necklace? His hair was long and blonde.
While the students whispered amongst themselves about the man, Midoriya was trying his best to stay hidden further down the way while still seeing the group and the man. Suddenly, the stillness was broken, quite literally, when the man reached behind him and gripped the glass so hard that it shattered, earning a shocked yelp from the students. "Boring," he said aloud, bringing his hand away from the glass. "I can hear your footsteps, people. I wanted to kill someone interesting, not a bunch of amateurs. Ain't your squadron leader supposed to be some kinda special forces dick, or did he get bagged? Hun."
"This guy's different… He must have some strength enhancement Quirk to make his grip strength so powerful. But who's gonna fight him? Karasuma can't. I could fight him, but if I lose control, not only will I be a burden but I'll draw lots of attention to us." He bit down on his lip as he thought hard on what to do. Him fighting was the safest option for the students but not for the mission.
"Hun. Tough break," the man went on, sending a pointed look towards the group who were still hiding. "Guess the gas got to him before I had a chance, hun." He raised up his hand, pointing a finger towards the group as if it were a gun. "Smog live, or did they kill each other at the same time, like men? Hun, lemme see ya," he motioned with his finger for them to come out.
Slowly, the class came out, everyone looking somewhat nervous. Well, that is until Karma voiced the general opinion of the students, "Dude. What's with all the stupid 'huns'?"
"Hun. It's how samurai's talk. Read someplace they used to do it all the time to sound intimidating," he explained, now smiling. "I like the way it plays. Makes me feel badass." He was strange to say the least, but he was no less of a threat. The assassin's hands raised, palm up, and he began cracking his fingers, like he was preparing for a fight. "This is actually the first time I've tried it out, so no big. Hun, I might decide to drop it once I've killed you. No one else's heard me talk like this, so it'd be a clean slate."
"Your hands, sir," Korosensei began. "Are those the only "tools of the trade" at your disposal?"
By now, the man had moved his palm towards the kids, still cracking the joints. "Makes staying incognito easy as pie. Someone pats me down, I got nothin'. But I can still snap their neck," he bragged as he finished flexing his hands. "These babies know what's up. Hun, they do." Balling one into a fist and the other prepared to grab, he held them out in front of him menacingly. "Sometimes when the mood strikes me I can crush a skull." He snapped the other hand shut as an example.
Now Izuku was really considering jumping in. All Might wouldn't hide behind a corner while an assassin threatened junior high kids. No, he'd be in front of them, protecting them and ready to die for them. But the mission…
"Funny thing 'bout bein' this good. The better you get at sendin' folks to the sweet hereafter, the more you crave usin' your gifts for somethin' beyond just plain killing," the assassin admitted. "I mean, you still wanna kill, hun. You just wish someone'd give you a real challenge. That's what blows about this. I was hopin' for a worthy adversary. Instead I get… you. You don't know what a pain it is to snuff out a whole group, hun," he finished, digging around in his pocket before pulling out what looked like a radio. "I'm callin' the boss to come clean this place up."
Before Izuku had time to even think about activating his Quirk, something slammed against the assassin's hand, crushing the radio up against the glass. "Speaking of letdowns…" It was Karma, holding one of the plants that had been nearby. "You seem fairly average for a professional. And I can break glass, too, if that's all it takes," he mocked with a sort of laugh. "What I wouldn't do is call in reinforcements as an opening move. But then I'm not especially threatened by 'a bunch of amateurs.'"
The rest of the students were shocked, including Midoriya. "Is he trying to get himself killed?"
"Karma! Stop!" Mr. Karasuma began, lifting himself a bit.
"Not so fast, Mr. Karasuma," Korosensei interrupted, gaining his attention. "The boy's chin is down. Karma typically enters a fight with his chin angled upward. It shows disdain. He's literally looking down his nose at his opponent. This is different. True, his words may be dripping with arrogance, but his eyes are staring daggers. He's alert, locking his opponent's gaze. Finals were quite a blow to his precious ego. But I suspect he's taken the lessons of that failure to heart."
"Hmph. All right. Put your money where your mouth is," the assassin returned as he took off his coat and cracked his hands again.
"Go at him with everything you've got, Karma!" Korosensei encouraged him from the sideline. "You're going head to head... with an adult!"
So, uh, I had planned for this chapter to be all of the hotel, but I hadn't thought it would take me so long. I figured it's better to split it between two chapters than to make one giant chapter. Besides, it was better than making you guys wait even longer for an update. I hope you enjoyed!