DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANSATSU KYOUSHITSU IN ANY WAY. IT BELONGS TO THE AWESOME MATSUI YUUSEI. THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC SO PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH THE COMMENTS.

The Faker

"It's so boring these few days." Resting his head against the palm of his hand as he looked out of the window was a bored to death assassin.

And a bored assassin leads to an annoyed assassin.

"Minna-san! Apparently the Ministry of Defense is sending another teacher here to take over Karasuma-sensei because they want to speed up the progress of your training. But don't worry, if anything bad happens, Karasume-sensei and I will intervene so don't worry about it!"

"Ah, it's just the annoying tako. Who cares about a new teacher-"

"WAIT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN A NEW TEACHER!" Once the class-E students had computed what their form room teacher had said, they did one of the things they were great at.

Insulting.

BB-pellets, scrunched up paper, wasabi and mustard courtesy of Karma and Terasaka even threw his chair at Koro-sensei.

"SORRY!" Raising his arms as a pathetic defense, and dodging all offensive items seemed to have all the students calm down. The he continued, "Please behave yourselves. Takaoka-san, please come in."

The door slid open and the man who stepped though totally did not look like anyone who is going to be teaching them assassination techniques.

"Like seriously? A huge smile plastered all over your face? What a total fake." The same thought ran through all the student's minds. Though outside, the students put on blank faces.

You don't even need to be a professional assassin to know that this so-called replacement for Karasuma-sensei is much weaker than him.

"Hello everyone! I'm your new trainer Takaoka-sensei, but call me father okay?"

"What kind of weirdo are you to make other people's kid call YOU father?" Many were thinking the same thing though one thing that everyone agreed on but were too scared to say to his face.

"You're a pedophile aren't you?" Karma voiced out from the back. The smile on his face looked exactly like though who had just won in a game show.

"Thank god it was Karma who said it!" The rest of the class turned toward Karma with respect and awe visible on their faces. Who wouldn't really, after pulling off such a suicidal move.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard that correctly, could you repeat?" Tadaoka looked baffled at Karma's input, his smile slowly slipping off his face, leaving a on a frown.

"You must be going deaf then. I'll repeat for you sake then. I said that you must be a pedophile if you want some stranger's kids to call you father. No offense to you, but from what I, and a many others in this class, can already tell, is that you are much weaker than Karasuma-sensei. So please sensei, get off this mountain as I do not want to be anywhere close to a pedophile." By this time, Karma had already walked to the front of the class and stood in front of the pedophile while a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You little shit! I'm your father, how dare you talk back to me like that!" Gone was the happy-go-lucky demeanor and was replace by one of a raging bull.

He struck, putting his full force behind that punch aimed at Karma.

Only to have Karma dance out of the way, with a smile still on his face.

Pulling back his fist for another try at the red head, his wrist was grasped in an iron grip, halting his movement. Takaoka looked behind to see who had dared to stop him from disciplining on of his 'children'.

"I won't let you touch anyone of them with your filthy hands Takaoka." Gone was the firm yet strict teacher. Standing there now was Karasuma, a battle hardened soldier.

"I'm the new teacher so things are played by my rules. So if I want to beat up that misbehaving child over there," pointing over to Karma who was now leaning against Nagisa's desk, "Then I damn well can."

"Karasuma-sensei, Takaoka-sensei why don't we settle this conflict with an assassination. After all, we are teaching assassination techniques to the students after all." Koro-sensei placed a tentacle each on both teachers shoulder, effectively pulling them away from each other.

"Fine then. An assassination done by a student of your choice Karasuma-sensei." Already walking to his gym bag that he had brought with him. "An assassination where the target is me." Throwing down a knife at Karasuma's feet. " Even a handicap is thrown in. I will be barehanded while the kid of your picking will be equipped with a real knife. One hit, and the student wins. So," Leaning in close to Karasuma with a sick grin on his face. "How about it?"

"The only one I know that would win here for sure without any problems would be HIM." Picking up the knife, Karausma slowly walked toward the students. "And perhaps he could actually kill him later on as Takaoka has actually been stealing from the government. The only reason that he's not dead yet, is because the government just can't be bothered to get rid of him."

"Nagisa-kun, will you do it?" "Shadow, will you accept this assignment?" Hand stretched out with the handle of the blade towards the middle school student.

Not a heartbeat later and a pale hand reached out to firmly grasp onto the Knife offered to him. No words were uttered from his mouth. But none were needed.

"Accepted."

"What? Why Nagisa Karasuma-sensei" Questions were called out once Karasuma-sensei made his choice known.

As Nagisa took a step toward the door so as to go to the field, he turned back to look at Karasuma-sensei, head tilted and a questioning look was to be seen.

"Would you like him dead or alive?"

"All you need to do is make contact with your knife with your target and you win." The unasked question answered.

"Alive it is then."

Nagisa walked out of the classroom with the knife held by his lips, and fingers busy retying his hair into a different hairstyle from his low ponytail.

The students of class E rushed out to the field to watch the assassination that would decide if the would continue to have the fair Karasuma as their teacher or would they have the pedophile Takaoka. However they came to a halt when they saw Nagisa standing there a few feet away from Takaoka, with the knife held limply against his side.

No, not Nagisa.

Standing there was someone dressed in the same clothes as Nagisa's. But the look-alike's hair was in a high ponytail with a sharp black decoration pierced though it, effectively holding the ponytail up and in place. But that wasn't what threw them off.

No, it was his smile and the aura around him.

His smile was one of absolute sincerity, not a hint of the usual bashfulness and unease Nagisa usually had.

And his aura.

Well, that was the problem.

There was none.

It was as if an empty shell was just standing there. If you weren't looking for him, you would miss him.

This wasn't Nagisa.

This was the Shadow.

And he has his eyes on a new target.

AN: ANDDDD END OF CHAPTER! :) HOW WAS IT? PLEASE REVIEW. I WOULD LIKE MAYBE A FEW MORE REVIEWS BEFORE MY NEXT CHAPTER SO I CAN TAKE INTO COUNT WHAT YOU GUYS MIGHT LIKE. THX FOR READING UP TO THIS POINT.