DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANSATSU KYOUSHITSU IN ANY WAY. IF I DID, THE ENDING WOULD HAVE BEEN VERY DIFFERENT AND MUCH LESS CHILD FRIENDLY BECAUSE OF ALL THE CHARACTERS I WOULD HAVE KILLED OFF.

Red Eye

Planning a death took time. So making sure that the plan can be carried out perfectly took even more time. Taking into account logistics, getting his weapons across customs, getting the weird rubber encased bullets, backup plans and more. It's not like how everyone thinks it is. No properly trained assassin would just go up and slit someone's throat, unless you either have many evac plans or just plain skilled and talented. So yeah, assassinating someone takes time.

Red Eye did not gain his name because of some stupid reason such as using a red dot scope, no thank you very much. He actually uses a Nightforce Optics, totally different. The name probably came from the fact that he wears red shades all the time. And, while he may not be as famous as some other assassins in the business such as the God of Death, he has built up a strong and reliable reputation over the years that does bring in a stable income.

So, why is it that instead of relaxing at home and playing computer games on his brand new computer like he should be doing, he is instead lying hidden in the tall grass on a hill? It wasn't even a nice hill that the Japanese tour brochures showed. The ground was too hard and there was some weird smell.

Oh right, it's because the offered price for killing this "Koro-sensei" was just too much to pass. With the reward money, he could actually go overseas for a vacation instead of travelling because of work. With the reward money, he could actually be lying on a nice hill instead of this one. Maybe even one that is nicer than the Japanese travel brochures that he saw. He deserved at least that much.

Speaking of the famous "Koro-sensei", the tram was starting to slow down to a stop right in the middle of the bridge hanging over the river.

Breathing in and exhaling out, his mind slowly but surely, became blank and all thoughts that were irrelevant to his target faded away. All other surrounding sounds, the distant voices of the children; the chirping of the birds; the soft lapping of the river against the bank, all became muffled as though as hearing them from underwater.

The face of the target was enlarged and clearly seen through the scope. Red Eye shifted his hand so that his finger laid comfortable on the trigger. He could see the target gesturing wildly at two male students, one redhead and one blue-head, showing no outward signs of having noticed a sniper trained on him. On the next exhale, he pulled the trigger.

No loud sounds were heard. Not the expected loud sounds that mimic a thunder clap.

No.

The only sound that was heard was a soft, sharp pop sound and the slight rustle of grass due to the recoil of the gun.

Focusing through the scope again, Red Eye fully expected to see a lump of yellow mass in a crumpled heap on the floor. What he did not expect to see was his own stylized bullet caught in-between a bunch of tissues that were soaked in some kind of oily looking liquid.

Absolutely unbelievable.

"What on Earth! I know I got the memo that stated that the target is able to travel at a maximum speed of Mach 20, however my gun produced minimal amount of sound so he definitely did not hear the shot being fired." Red Eye looked at the target in disbelief what he saw the target toss the bullet and the tissues into a nearby garbage can before turning back to students, all conversations resuming. Not a single one of the students looked shocked at the failed assassination attempt. Though out of all the students there, the red haired student was looking at the target in interest. Specifically at area where the bullet would have pierced through had it succeeded to. The behavior of the blue haired student however, was more interesting.

He was looking at Red Eye's general direction. "Which is impossible because he was more than 500 meters away and there was no flash or sound from his shot. Besides, the kid is only a student! How could he possibly know where he was hiding by following the trajectory of a bullet?" Just as the thought crossed his mind, pale blue eyes focused directly on him.

Pale blue eyes met sun glass covered eyes.

At first, the blue eyes were just filled with slight curiosity. But just as quickly the curiosity came, it disappeared and was replaced with madness. The innocent tilt of the student's head suddenly took on a totally different quality. Bangs hung over his eyes, casting an eerie shadow over his face and causing the blue eyes to take on a darker shade. Red Eye felt as if he was slowly drowning and had to forcefully remind himself that he needed to breath. Tearing his eyes away from the blue coloured eyes, the sniper closed his eyes for a second, focusing on taking in a deep breath and calming his mind that was currently in a chaotic state.

Once he had finished calming himself, he braced himself and looked towards the student again. But even taking the extra time to calm himself did not help him in matching up to those eyes.

As if knowing that he had Red Eye's attention once again, the corners of his mouth pulled up slowly, changing the previously innocent smile into a sadistic and insane grin. As if knowing the effect that he was causing Red Eye to go through and was enjoying it.

Both continued staring at each other, both unwavering until the tram started moving again. Immediately, the student looked away and turned towards his classmates, joining in the laughter and conversations.

Once the tram was out of sight, Red Eye let out a breath that he did not even know he was holding. Making sure that there wasn't anyone watching him, he turned around to start packing his equipment away.

Forget interesting, that student was terrifying.

"Looks like I'll have to report in to Lovro that this mission is a fail."

Back on the tram, the 'terrifying' midget was sending a quick text to Lovro. "I hope you don't mind me playing around with the new sniper." before quickly pocketing his phone away and paying attention to what the rest of the group was saying.

The next half an hour on the tram passed without any further assassination attempts on Koro-sensei bar the ones from the students themselves with Karma destroying one tentacle. It was only when Nagisa was stepping off the tram did he feel a buzz coming from his phone. Giving the screen a quick glance, he rolled his eyes and chuckled which drew the attention of his dad. Shaking his head slightly at his father, he turned his attention back to the phone screen to read the one sentence reply.

"Just don't break him too much, I still need him." And attached was a file on the sniper.

Really, the lack of faith Lovro had in Nagisa was hurtful. He had never done anything to deserve such a reply. "Though there was that time in China, and Japan…and Mexico… and a lot of other places. Alright, so there was a reason for the mistrust but that doesn't mean he cannot control himself!" Slowing his walking pace, Nagisa let himself to close the distance between himself and Karasuma who was walking at the back of the group.

The stoic homeroom teacher just looked at Nagisa before running his hand down his face and letting out a tired sigh. "Whatever you are planning to do, just make sure that it does not harm any of your classmates or any civilians. The paperwork needed to be filled out to deal with that would be too troublesome." Nagisa's head snapped up to look at Karasuma, shock evident in his eyes. Karasuma just rolled his eyes before slightly bending down to look at Nagisa in the eye.

"Don't give me that look. I am your father, even if I haven't been your's for long," pausing of a moment to think before continuing, as if he had to think if he had married or sired a child, "or even one for that matter." Straightening out of his crouch and messing up his son's hair, he continued to walk on to catch up with the rest of the class, leaving Nagisa standing and staring at him.

In another ryokan, there was a depressing atmosphere around a certain sun glass wearing assassin. Red Eye was slumped against the table pitifully, wallowing in self-despair, while nursing a small glass of sake.

"There goes all my ideas for having a proper vacation. If there was such a large bounty for the target's head, of course I should have expected something ridiculous to happen. I'm such an idiot! And what kind of assassin gets scared by a random student?"

"You know, I was came here with the intention of making fun of you for getting scared by a middle school student and then make some kind of offer to coerce, ahem, persuade you to teach my class part-time. But looking at you now, I just feel pity for you." Sure, the foreign high pitched voice came as a shock, but the problem is that Red Eye didn't even hear anyone approaching his room, let alone opening the door and sitting across him. Immediately he reached for his handgun that he had left beside him only to find his hand close around empty air.

"What the fuck-"

"Is going on?" Another voice sounded out from behind him, this one being deeper and had a slightly husky element to it.

Bewildered, Red Eye looked up in front of him before spinning to look behind him.

Right before him was the yellow target sitting in seiza style and sipping a hot cup of tea while leaning against the wall holding his handgun was the homeroom teacher of the class he was following earlier that day. He really felt like hitting himself in the head right now. Of course even the human teacher assigned to the class with the yellow target wouldn't be normal!

Seeing that all exits were blocked and there was no way that he could fight off 2 people of unknown capabilities, he specializes in long range shooting for crying out loud, Red Eye composed himself before facing the target completely and promptly choked on his own spit.

In the few seconds that he had taken to look at the human teacher, the target had somehow managed to make the wet tea leaves into some sort of green paste and applied it to his face as some sort of facial mask…

"And this was the thing I was paid to kill… I feel so empty and even more pathetic now. I don't know if I should feel angry or pitiful towards myself."

A long sign was let out from the teacher behind him as he pushed himself off the wall.

"Enough fooling around, let's start negotiations."

I'M BACK PEOPLE! I FINALLY GRADUATED FROM SCHOOL SO I'M KINDA OUT OF TOUCH WITH WRITING BUT I WROTE THIS CHAPTER ANYWAY. HOPE THAT THERE WON'T BE ANY FLAMES FOR THIS. I'M STILL QUITE OUT OF IT AND MORE USED TO WRITING ANALYTICAL ESSAYS ON POEMS AND ARTICLES TT TT