DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANSATSU KYOUSHITSU IN ANY WAY. IT BELONGS TO THE AWESOME MATSUI YUUSEI.
Train Ride
"Hey E-Class students! Enjoy the train the ride, well as much as you can be when your not in the First Class like the rest of us." That ugly what's-his-name called out while trying to look cool by wearing shade from 50 years ago and eating cigaret looking biscuits. If they were trying to get the END class students to be jealous of them, well, they kinda failed at it.
"What a way to start the day. At the train station with the students from the main block acting all high and mighty at us just because they are in the First Class Car. Someone just pay me to kill those assholes already…"
On second thought, Nagisa didn't even want to wait for someone to pay him to go and kill a few of those rude people whose-name-he-can't-give-a-shit-about. He'll just kill them during the next long break. Or maybe on the last day of the term . A kill like that would call for a celebration. He would being peace to millions by getting rid off those pests. He could already imagine it.
The Saviour of the World, Shiota Nagisa.
"Ya Nagisa, get on the train already, you're holding up the line." Karma's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Before Nagisa could even make it a step forward, he was suddenly lifted off his feet by the back of his t-shirt and onto the train. The shortie spun around with an accusing glare only to find Karma looking at him with a smirk and opening his mouth to say,
"Sorry, I just wasn't sure if you were able to make it up there on your own. You know, given your short stature. I was just giving a helping hand."
Another statement in his life that was directed at him height. It really made him want to just curse at his mum for giving him short genes.
Wait, he can't even cruse his mum anymore because he killed her. Don't curse the dead, it's bad manners. He doesn't blame his father for his genes. It's because he got his father's 'hard to notice me' genes that he's so good at his job in the first place.
Just then, a whole bunch of whispering broke the assassin out of his dreams. Quite annoyed at the person who was the cause of the noise, Nagisa was well prepared to take out some duct tape and silence all those annoying people.
"Ah. No wonder why there is so much noise. Irina has entered the scene in full blown bitchy mode."
That mode is no joke, seriously.
5 inch high heels, leopard print jacket with wide flowing ends, short knee length dress with a v-neck line that dipped so far down that it should not be worn around high school boys, finished with a designer brand handbag...
Yeah, she's going to get scolded by Karasuma-sensei for sure.
"Um, Bitch-sensei, you do know that this is a school trip right? Not Paris Fashion Week." Fuwa asked the English teacher while staring at the chest area and stared to feel slightly insecure about her own ahem, chest size. So was a green haired actress.
Lowering her sunglasses, icy blue eyes surveyed the children surrounding her. She seemed to hesitate about something before sighing and talked to the children in a more serious manner than they usually hear her talk in.
"You kids do not know the subtle art of seduction. To be successful in an assassination of my expertise, you have to be able to catch and keep the targets attention. Just like the phrase, "Hook, Line, Sinker". If your not memorable, how do you expect your target to allow you to get closer to him? Thus my getup." At her last sentence, the blond gestured to her clothes with a gloved hand with a simple yet elaborate bracelet on her wrist.
Thought the whole time she was talking to the class, every student even Karma was listening to her with rapt attention. To know, even if it was the barest minimum about that line of work, from a professional, that information was priceless. Information that a normal teacher would definitely not teach their students about. Not they would know about such things.
"While that was insightful Irina, that doesn't give you an excuse to wear such clothes." Karasuma's stink glare was practically visible.
He slowly stalked towards the now shaking woman, the students before him parting like the Red Sea. There seemed to be an imaginary black aura around him, as if his killing intent had materialised and was visible for all to see.
"To get closer to the target was what you said. You already work with that said target. You already know what he likes, so this outfit is not going to have any effect on him right now!" Karasuma muttered before going into full blown drill sergeant mode, barking orders at the now shaking Bitch-sensei. "NOW GET YOUR ASS TO THE NEAREST TOILET AND CHANGE TO MORE PRESENTABLE CLOTHING! YOUR A TEACHER RIGHT NOW!" Even before he has finished his order, Irina had already turned tail and was dashing towards the nearest changing room.
After making sure that he saw Irina disappear into the toilet, Karasuma-sensei turned around an smiled at the students. Though his smile was more like Captain Unohana's from Bleach. A smile that was vicious and appeared when one was enjoying a good fight. Or in this case, threatening another person.
"Now then, did anyone else wear something that is absolutely stupid and will blind other people's eyes with dressing?" Karasuma gave all the students a look over at their clothes before turning around and getting onto the train, passing by Nagisa who was still standing at the entrance with Karma.
Just as he was passing by him, he slipped a piece of paper into Nagisa's back pocket. If it had been anyone else trying to slip the assassin something, anything, that person would find their wallet missing. Karma's a bitch.
"But I can't exactly go and pickpocket my dad. That's just having rude manners."
Soon, everyone in Class-3E had settled down and was already occupying themselves with whatever games (or guns and other attachments in Chiba and Hayama's case) they brought along. Nagisa's group was going over their plans for the final time when Yada spoke up from the front of the car.
"Um…Has anyone noticed that Koro-sensei is not here?"
Slience…
Knock, knock, knock
Head slowly turned towards the knocking sound.
Knock, knock, knock
The sound came again and this time the students saw where the knocking was coming from.
At the window next to Isogai, was the ever smiling yellow face of Koro-sensei, his bag visible from the spaces in the window that was not obscured by his own face. He looked way too happy for someone who was sticking to the outside of a train. Everyone continued staring at their homeroom teacher until Koro-sensei waved a tentacle at them which broke them out of their trance.
"Why the hell is he outside?"
"He'll be seen by the public!"
With the majority of the class screaming at the window like a bunch of maniacs, it's a wonder itself how the students in other compartments did not hear them and did not send teachers to come and check what was going on.
At one moment, all of them were crowded around the window looking at Koro-sensei and screaming their heads off. The next moment, the octopus had disappeared from their sight causing them to momentarily shut up.
"Well then," All of them swerved their heads around hearing their teacher's voice coming from behind , sitting next to Karasuma-sensei who was now sporting an eye tick, was Koro-sensei whipping the sweat off his forehead.
"Now that all of you have quietened down, let us calm our hearts and delve into some meditation."
"…"
The E-class students really did not know what to say to that statement and they were already too tired from all the excitement so far to start shouting at their homeroom teacher. Thankfully the silence was broken by Karasuma-sensei. He told (read: threatened) the students to sit down or he'll take away their guns. His threat made everyone sit down and shut up in record time. After all, no guns means no killing the octopus, which leads to saying goodbye to the bounty on their teacher's head. Especially to the sniper pair of the class because they rather not use knives to kill their prey.
The rest of the ride quickly went by as the students started to take out the games that they had brought along with them. Karma and Nagisa were playing a game of shogi, the idiot trio were playing blackjack, the tsundre pair were double checking their guns and trying out their new scopes and the rest of the students were chatting about their routes that they will take in Kyoto and making sure that they did not leave any detail out.
The peaceful hum of silence was broken by Kanzaki.
"Hey I'm going to buy drinks for, does anyone want anything?"
With both arms full with drinks, Nagisa and Kanzaki were chatting about the advantages of caffeine, until Kanzaki was roughly shoved to the side by a larger body.
"Watch where you're going kid."
After checking that Kanzaki was okay and had not sustained any lasting injuries, Nagisa turned to look at assholes.
Three teenagers, not much older than they were.
Blue eyes casted them a quick one over glance.
Dirty hair that was dyed and slicked back with gel, and uniform not worn properly.
Local delinquents.
Nagisa did a slight bow while still holding the drinks to his chest.
"So sorry, we were not looking at where we were walking."
The picture of perfect submission, if it were not for the slight lifting of the edge of his lips. Not that anyone noticed of course.
With that course of action, the three assho-seniors walked away laughing, none noticing a pale hand reaching out and grabbing back a small pocket book from their leaders pocket.
Nagisa straightened up, smiled at Kanzaki before continuing their walk back to where their class was.
"Now I have some guinea pigs to use to teach Karma how to track."
A/N: SORRY FOR THE REALLY LATE UPDATE. HAD A MONTH LONG OF EXAMS TO PREPARE FOR AND I JUST CAME BACK FROM A WEEK LONG SCHOOL TRIP. I'LL TRY AND UPDATE THE NEXT ONE FASTER. REVIEWS ARE APPRECIATED.