2
It was her first day heading up to that long mountain trail to E Class. She heard the building was in terrible condition, but when she arrived, honestly, to her, it really didn't seem that bad.
Coming from someone like her, whose kitchen currently had a bucket to catch a leak, this place was much more nice. She was sure the bathrooms here didn't have rusted pipes, mildew on the walls, or broken floorboards either.
"Welcome Zumi. I'm Karasuma." She learned he was the athletic instructor. "I've already filled you in on what's going on here... somewhat."
She quirked an eyebrow at that statement. She was very astute for a 15 year old.
Somewhat? What's that mean?
"Come with me to the teacher's lounge, there's some documents you need to sign."
She followed, and soon he stopped in front of her and easily pushed the door open, and inside sat a beautiful blonde woman with big blue eyes. Foreign.
"Another new one eh?"
Another? Just how many get admitted to the E Class?
"Yes, she needs to fill out forms."
He pulled out a chair and she sat on it, it wasn't very gentlemanly, rather just kind of haphazard, the way he manhandled the chair made it's legs squawk across the hardwood.
The blonde lady just ignored his flatness.
Perhaps it just is the way he was. Serious.
Soon, a filing cabinet snapped shut, and Zumi turned from just looking at the wall clock, quiet the whole time, staring at the ticking hands as if into space, until Karasuma sat a large stack of freshly printed papers down in front of her, all paper-clipped together into different segments.
Her eyes widened.
Just what the hell... is going on here?
She already had enough issues!
Karasuma sat adjacent to her on the left. He was quite a looker, but also that large stack of paperwork... Covered in small print. It was more than she bargained for.
Isogai had said E Class wasn't that bad.
What was Isogai's definition of 'not bad' then?
In her opinion, this was her last chance, before getting kicked out and sent to a school of lower status. She'd sign whatever papers she had to just to stay in school, to at least still keep the prestigious education. Had to. What would she do without a high school diploma?
I have this bad of grades and I'm just in upper middle school!
She watched the black-haired man sort the papers as her mind filtered with thoughts of grades, tests, and black robes. The slogan she wanted to write on her hat upon graduation was a quote from her father: "You're a rat. You'll never make it." She wanted to have it all crossed out, a huge strike-through all of it. Then below it in even bigger letters: Guess you were wrong.
That thought alone prompted her. She needed to stay in school. Things needed to get better! She'd find a way graduate with honors from middle school and high school.
You wait and see! You asshole!
He finished. "Okay. This first paper here details what exactly is going on here in great detail."
Exactly?
She stared at the stark white page. He laid it directly in front of her, and picked it up carefully and began to read.
Slowly the two teachers watched a jaw slowly unhinge from an upper lip, a face becoming a well-spring of hot lava, red at the cheeks.
A throat squeaked out as if it hadn't drank water in a week: "NANI?!"
The lady snickered.
"The professor?! IS?! WHO?! ARE... you?" She rounded a horrified look at the handsome man's ever so serious face. Appalled.
His strong hand landed on her shoulder, as if to caress. "Yes Zumi."
She was so panicked, and caught of guard, (for the first time in awhile), she didn't feel anything. Not even his hand on her shoulder.
"HOW?! This... it's MADNESS!"
"Stop yelling." The woman remorselessly let slip. "It was a deal made by him and the government. The only way to save the Earth is to kill him like this. Here."
"So, my classmates... They're?! They're gunna?!"
She spoke up again. "That's right. If you don't sign it you won't get an education either. Do what the government wants if you want to continue studying here."
She was shocked! So harsh! Those words went right to the bone, Zumi's face, ice.
ALL OF IT! THIS IS INSANE!
"How am I supposed to be involved in this?! I DON'T WANT TO KILL ANYONE!" She screamed standing, balling a fist into the table.
I JUST WANT TO GET MY GRADES BACK UP!
She frowned so bitterly upon receiving no reply; they were dealing with her the way a parent would deal with a bratty four year old! Ignoring it.
"How am I supposed to contribute to this!" Her chin fell. "The world. If you're not lying..."
They both looked up at her then at that word, at 'lying', surprised obviously that she even thought they were.
For as ridiculous as a situation seemed, the girl hoped that they were straight up, cross fingers, cold-hearted liars.
How coy, how un-naive of her. Karasuma's thoughts waved. "Then the world will end in nine months." Karasuma finished.
She fell to her seat. "Then what good is any of this?" Her tone took on a more shadowy tone. "It doesn't matter if I get good grades... then does it?" Zumi felt... Defeatedly pissed, aghast, disgusted. A multi-role feeling that seeped out of every pore all over her body.
"There's hope Zumi. Just sign then papers, and try out E Class. I have faith in the assassination."
The blonde woman's perfect mouth kind of lop-sided itself, from the PE's teacher's statement, then it quickly and sharply snapped shut, and her eyes adverted once again into the foreign newspaper that she was reading.
"Fine." She smugly agreed. "But I'm here for myself, and for my mom's security, and that's it." She made arm motions to express that declaration as final.
No killing instincts of any class, no crazy professor, no assassin would hold her back from her dream, from her victory. From saving her mom and herself.
"You'll be taking part in assassination attempts soon enough."
Zumi poked a mean look at the woman, that statement just as crappy as the last. She sniffed off the icicle glare.
And...I don't like you.
The paper signing took nearly an hour with Karasuma going into great depth and Zumi having no choice except to listen.
He ushered for her to stand when complete. To go to 3rd period, to math, and to meet the professor, the target.
She internalized her displeasure, unhappiness. Feeling like a pawn, an angered pawn.
Why is it that in my life, somehow...
They rounded the hall.
that somehow I'm always in the hands of someone else? At someone else's mercy.
She looked out the windows into the beautiful day.
Every. Damn. Time.
She had too much she was tied up into now to deal with this kind of bullshit. Her vulgarity, brashness she mostly kept inside her head, but her course nature always was what got her through. It was unabashed, flooding out on occasion if cornered.
I seriously, seriously. Don't need any more problems.
Too many emotions caused her brain to melt, for her to go inside herself for a vacation. To a state where she just looked complacent on the outside. Blank. But inner turmoil blew storms through her body, especially as they approached the room.
A familiar clam up of her body.
Expectation of the absolute unsure. Insecurity.
A paper had just told her that her safety as a student was going to be upheld by this monster! A MONSTER!
No types of paper made her ever feel secure, not for a long time. She remembered the last time she put her hope in paper.
Her father had came back to the house after her mom placed a restraining order on paper.
Paper wasn't worth it's weight in shit.
They stopped at the door. Her anxiety peaking. Shivers.
I... I.
She could feel it coming on. A panic attack.
I need a smoke!
"It's okay. Just walk in."
She didn't move. Her body slowly freezing.
The panic! No!
It was the one thing about herself that she truly hated. Her inability to control them.
The door creaked open.
To control the panic attacks.
I gotta calm down! Smoke!
Her mind screamed as loud as her own voice inside her.
Squalling chalk stopped.
"Welcome!" A loud smiley face with a huge grin greeted.
Her chest pounded, heart in one beat flipped itself, feeling like she was going to pee herself she got so frightened. Her stomach cued her to vomit, but nothing came.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!" She squealed, cursing.
She felt a solid chest pushing her forwards from behind, Karasuma obviously, and she turned to latch onto his jacket, so terrified that she was unable to do anything except to latch on, her heels trying to get a grip on the flooring so she could somehow stop the train and grind it to a halt.
Her immediate thought was to jolt, but she was so scared, her legs were jelly, and she hadn't realized she'd dug her fingers into his inside pockets and rip away at his blazer in revolt.
He pushed her to where she wasn't but three feet from that... THING!
"Why, my! Don't be shy my dear!" It exclaimed rather joyously, turning striped with green from her comment. But his tentacles still held a welcoming posture, as if to say 'it's okay.' "Introduce yourself to the class!"
She said nothing. Heaving in the chest, eyes fixated on the sphere of a head. She'd forgotten all about the class attendees. Everything was hazy from panic, and all she could see was crayon yellow, the shade of the creepy skin. Trapped like an animal.
"Okay." Koro Sensei said. "Nurururhru. Well, if you won't introduce yourself, I'll do it for you!"
Karasuma turned her since she was still attached.
The whole classroom could see the visible terror.
"This is Yakujushi Zumi. She's attending E Class now due to poor grades. But of course, I'll do my best to fix that! Mr. Karasuma, can you help escort Zumi to her desk for now? It's in the back of the class to the right of Ritsu."
He nodded and practically drug her lifeless body to the desk, sitting her inside of it, and spacily, she stared up at him as he lumped her backpack on the floor.
"Please." She begged.
He shook his head, as if saying 'no no' to a small dog.
She was abandoned with this...
And the rest of the class...
These psychos.
Trained to kill psychos.
Why this one time, she thought it'd be different, that she'd be spared of something, of seeing, of doing something she wished she didn't have to do.
Some many events she wished she could of unseen.
Why she thought she could of begged. To plead. Like that would work.
No one ever saved her.
Never.