565Soooo, i received a request from Shiranai Atsune to write a fem!Nagisa fic in the cannon line...I'm sorely tempted. Sorely tempted.
So here it is! If there are any warnings I need to mention, I'll put them in the authors note in the beginning XD
It's going to be a little/lot different from the main plot because of two tiny facts;
Namely:
Nagisa is a girl
and
You'll find out the second eventually XD (When, now that I can't say...Whenever I feel like it, muahahahahaha)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own assassination classroom, that belongs to Matsui Yusei, tee hee.
(Also, it's been awhile since I've tried my hand at a multi-chapter thing, hopefully this goes well! [Be prepared for very long chapters :P])
Oh, and this is told from Nagisa's point of view normally, or a general point of view. Depends on what would be appropriate for the scene. If you find any errors in my writing, please tell me, as I usually write in past tense but decided to write this in present tense, thank you!
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Edited (2020, four fucking years later sorry haha):
It's 2020, assassination classroom hype has mostly died down and I choose now of all times to return. On the bright side, its quarrantine time so I hope y'all gain some entertainment from reading this hahaha...I have made some changes to the story that I thought would be funny (particularly with Nagisa) which you should see referenced soon and tried to iron out some kinks that I had previously. Hope you enjoy, please leave reviews.
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Prologue:
The room is completely silent.
Nagisa shudders on her bed, arms wrapped tightly around a fluffy bunny stuff toy. She is trying desperately not to cry, but it is proving extremely difficult. She bites down hard on her lip and yanks her blanket over her head. If she has to cry, she will not do so exposed.
Trying to calm herself, she takes deep, shuddering breaths. Closing her eyes makes it too easy for the tears to flow; she keeps them open and tries to focus on other things. The pale yellow of her blanket. The sky blue of her hair in front of her face. The light pink of her bunny. She still feels tears threatening to escape and buries her face into the bunny, hoping the pressure will stopper the liquid.
At first, it doesn't help at all. She still has to breathe deeply to hold back her slew of emotions. However, she abruptly gets a whiff of strawberries. Slightly stunned, Nagisa pulls her face away from her toy and stares at it, appearing a little silly.
It had smelt like a toy, yesterday. What on earth...?
She hears a faint rattling sound and freezes. Her immediate reaction is terror and Nagisa tries to force herself into as little space as possible. Smelling the bunny calms her as she strains her ears in her curled up, fetal position.
Another faint rattling.
Isn't she done? Nagisa almost cries, her efforts for the past half an hour forgotten. She closes her eyes and desperately wishes for everything to go away. Then, faintly, a thought starts to sprout in her head. The rattling isn't coming from the direction of her door...in fact, it seems to be coming from the—
Nagisa springs up and flings the blanket off of her, her feet landing softly on the ground as she moves to her window. She never locks it; living on the twelfth floor means she has little fear of robbers, despite the fact that her room is connected to the fire escape. In front of this window sits her study desk.
And right now, on her study desk—artfully posing as always, what with his feet propped on her chair, one hand holding a book he is studying with fake interest and holding the window handle with his other—sits a certain red head, golden eyes flashing in the reflection of the city lights outside.
And she can't help it. Smiling gently, Nagisa moves over to her desk and stops just in front of the redhead. He makes a show of noticing her and grinning slowly, the right side of his mouth rising higher than the left, as he closes the book and regards her.
"Look who we have here," he says softly. "Who would ever have expected my dear Nagisa to be here?"
Nagisa can't help but laugh softly. "It's not like this is my room or anything, Karma."
"Is it?" Karma's eyes go wide with psuedo shock. "I might be lost, I was trying to go to my girlfriend's room." He holds up a paper cup and takeout box. "I brought her some rejuvenating gifts."
She laughs again but barely manages to for two seconds before she's trying desperately to hold back tears again. Before she knows it, Karma is reaching out, handing her tissues as he mutters softly for her to let it out.
And so she weeps.
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Chapter 1:
If you eat tofu in this class, everyone will judge you
or
Assassination Time!
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What Nagisa wants least of all is to go to class. As a member of the E Class, what she hates the most is constant reminders of her failure to keep up with her fast-paced, elite junior high school. Her whole trip to school is one such reminder. As she trudges up the side of the mountain, she has to fight herself to take every step.
You have to go to school, Nagisa.
Do I really?
Your attendance is reflected on your report card, Nagisa.
I'm sure there's a way to adjust that.
If you don't go to school what are you going to do?
There are surely plenty of ways I can occupy my time.
Just go, you can shoot at your teacher to relieve stress.
But that's rude.
You're supposed to do it anyway.
With a sigh, Nagisa parted her hair slowly, tying them up into twintails as she walked. As she did, her eyes drifted to the sky.
It was early enough in the morning that she could somewhat make out the moon, its now permanent crescent shape looming above her as a constant reminder to their task.
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Two weeks after the school year began, 70% of the moon blew up.
To call this a surprise to the world would be an understatement. Despite all the technology available, the moon is not exactly something that can just be blown up.
Among those surprised were the E Class, Nagisa's current third year class. A class that contained all the failures of her elite school, all those whose grades or behaviour were not up to par or who just couldn't cope were shuffled down into the E class in their third year.
However, it was exactly this class of disappointments that were greeted one morning with a giant yellow octopus. Wearing a wide smile whilst its tentacles shifted lazily through the air, the octopus announced, "Hello! I'm the guy who tore a chunk out of your moon!"
At the time, Nagisa's only thought had been, what.
"I also plan on doing the same to your precious earth next year."
This alone would be enough to shock the class for eternity, let alone the next bombshell it dropped. Nagisa had barely had time to think, why are we being told this, when it spoke again.
"Seeing as I will be your homeroom teacher for your last year on earth, I look forward to getting to know you!"
There's at least six things wrong with this picture! Nagisa and her classmates stared at the extra limbs the creature had.
It was then that one of the extremely suspicious group who had escorted the octopus inside stepped forward. The class had previously ignored them in favour of the giant yellow octopus that could talk but now shifted their focus. The one who stepped up was extremely good looking, well-built and dashing as he stood there in his suit, his piercing and serious dark eyes travelling over the classroom.
Nagisa had to admit that the man made her feel flustered, but at least she had a better reaction than one of her classmates, who immediately dissolved into a puddle of mush as she stared adoringly at the man. Nagisa could practically hear her heart's scream of fawning. Nagisa's friend Kayano Kaede seemed to be swooning on first inspection, though Nagisa suspected Kayano was just exaggerating her reaction.
"I'm Karasuma, from the Ministry of Defence," the man said, confusing everyone.
The ministry of defence?
"I..." Karasuma sighed. "Firstly, understand that what I say is classified information." Nagisa glanced over at the moon-eyed Kayano and saw her soften visibly. She couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous Kayano was behaving. "Let me be blunt." At that, Nagisa returned her attention to the front of her class. What would he say?
"I want you to kill this creature."
Oh, okay.
"Umm..." Mimura Koki, boy with extraordinary plain looks (not that Nagisa was one to talk), started speaking. "What's the deal? Is he an alien invader or something?"
"HOW RUDE! I'll have you know, I was born and raised on earth!" The octopus shrieked. Uh no, there's no way that's true, Nagisa's head immediately interjected.
"I'm afraid I can't speak about the particulars, but what he said was true," what, really?, was written on each and every of their faces as the class stared at Karasuma. "And he won't stop at the moon. Next year, he will destroy the earth.
"Only the world's leaders know about this. If the news got out, we'll be looking at a global panic. So, we would like you to kill it before that happens."
"In other words: An assassination." Faster than Nagisa could process, Karasuma reached into his suit jacket and produced a green knife. With equal speed, he whirled around and drove it towards the octopus's head. Nagisa tensed, expecting an immediate kill but the octopus seemed to disappear and reappear to Karasuma's left. Gasps filled the class as Karasuma immediately spun around and moved in for the kill again. Every action of his was precise and instantaneous, taking less than a second to execute but still the octopus was uninjured. It was like a video game level with a very difficult boss.
"But here's the catch," He informed them in between stabs. "His speed is unmatched! You try to kill him, you get your eyebrows trimmed - immaculately!" To the shock of the class, the octopus produced a manicure set, trimming and combing Karasuma's eyebrows. Although it was not appropriate, Nagisa had to press down a smile at Karasuma's twitching face while he was undergoing beautification. Her own eyebrows throbbed with sympathy.
"He's a superbeing with enough power to reduce the full moon to a crescent; his speed tops out at Mach 20! In short, if he really wanted to get away from us, we wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop him." Karasuma concluded, keeping away the knife.
"But where's the fun in that?" The octopus packed away his kit. "So I made a deal with your government."
Setting his tentacle on Karasuma's shoulder, who had a noticeable tick mark on his forehead, the octopus elaborated. "They would refrain on attempts on my life, and in return, I would teach at Kunugigaoka Junior High's class 3E."
After that, Karasuma cleared up on the details of the deal. He can't hurt students, you guys can kill him from close range, we'll be able to keep track of him. His face changes colour according to his emotions (This earned a few salty comments), you all must keep this a secret, these are the weapons we will be giving you, they won't hurt humans but will harm that creature...
And, the cincher.
You'll be paid ten million if you manage to assassinate him.
The ten million alone made Nagisa's blood roar. She couldn't help but stare at the octopus in disbelief. Ten million.
Ten million.
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When Nagisa finally reaches the campus, she is greeted at the doorway by a very handsome boy. His kind smile makes her feel refreshed as he hands her a pair of lab glasses. "Good morning, Nagisa-san," he greets kindly, "I hope you're prepared for today's event."
"Yes I am, thank you very much Isogai-kun," Nagisa answers softly. Whoever made the decision to post Isogai at the doorway of the class is a genius. Her motivation instant soars.
"You're on duty today, but try not to feel nervous," he says encouragingly as she walks past.
"Thank you," she calls over her shoulder again. When she rounds the corner, Nagisa's nose crashes against someone's collarbone and she immediately has to jump back and rub her nose pitifully. "Oww..." she mutters.
"Watch where you're going," a low voice growls. Nagisa immediately puts her hand down and steps aside to let Terasaka and his gang past. They swagger like its nobody's business, Terasaka, Muramatsu, Yoshida and Hazama. The first three ignore her, each behaving like a peacock, and the last one, the only girl in the group, glances at Nagisa with cool disinterest.
Nagisa sighs softly after they walk past. Among their class of failures, that group in particular is here because of their behaviour and grades. Nagisa can recall her class celebrating after Terasaka was revealed to be dropped to the E class.
As she continues to the classroom, Nagisa looks at the glasses in her hands and presses her lips together. She squeezes her other hand into a fist as she silently encourages herself.
They can do it.
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The mood in their classroom is as dour as always, even though there are few people here so early. Nagisa slips into her seat quietly and stares at the gun on her desk. Sighing softly, she touches it tentatively.
"Ahhh, I thought I would be here before Nagisa-chan for once," Nagisa has to stop herself from ducking just before she feels a light touch on her shoulders. She turns and looks at Kayano Kaede, her closest friend in class. Kayano sighs and leans her body on Nagisa's. "I put in so much effort."
"There's no need to be here earlier than me," Nagisa laughs softly, "i think it's good as long Kayano-san reaches on time."
"Yes, but Terasaka and them all were earlier than me...how can I be later than a bunch of delinquents..." Nagisa glances at the door warily as Kayano says that. She is the only one sitting in the back row of class, behind Okuda, and Yoshida sits at the seat diagonally in front of her.
"There's no need to compare yourself to them," Nagisa leans her weight back against Kayano in an attempt to offer comfort. "I mean, it is an important day."
"Yeah..." Kayano sighs, then goes quiet. She leans further onto Nagisa and touches the gun on her desk. "Let's both do our best today," she says after a while, her voice audibly with less cheer than before.
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When the door to the classroom is flung open and a certain yellow octopus enters, the class has reached its usual state: an oppressive black cloud hanging over them.
"Good morning, everyone," the octopus greets, a slightly slimy quality to his voice. "We will be starting homeroom now."
Nagisa exhales softly, her fingers clutching the handle of her gun. Every one of her classmates are wearing their protective goggles.
The yellow octopus smirks widely, his teeth stark white against his yellow skin.
"Whoever is on duty today, at your call."
"S-Stand!" Nagisa accidentally bites her tongue as she speaks. She cringes internally (she had one job) as she rises with the class. In unison, they draw their guns, all pointed at their teacher.
"At attention." Nagisa almost rejoices when she says it without error. Her little happy party makes her almost forget to release the safety latch on her gun, but she remembers barely in time. This unfortunately generates an echo effect: firstly, the sound of twenty-four safety latches being released rings out in tandem, then, lagging behind, is another safety latch. Nagisa almost swears that the octopus is laughing. At this point, she is borderline ready to beat herself up.
"Bow!" She yells to distract everyone.
The yellow octopus smirks widely as he begins to dodge, phasing in and out of three general directions. The octopus looks much the same as usual, with his strange bulbous face. He has no visible nose, two tiny eyes like little pulls set wide apart and a wide, wide mouth. With six tentacles as legs, two as arms and his strange robes—robes that look almost like graduation robes—covering his body as always, the octopus definitely looks alien. All the strange components making up his clothing are tied together by his tie, a blocky, diamond shaped tie with a brilliant yellow crescent moon embroidered on it.
"Good morning!" The octopus says cheerfully, an attendance book and pen appearing seemingly from nowhere in his hands...er...tentacles... "While you are all firing, I will be taking attendance!"
Because of course he would, Nagisa thinks with some exasperation.
"Isogai-kun!"
A muffled reply can be heard.
"I'm sorry, I am going to have to ask you to speak up, seeing as we are in the middle of gunfire and all," The octopus shouts.
"H-Here!" Isogai, the best looking guy in her class currently calls out. He sits in the front row of class.
"Okajima-kun."
"Here!" A boy with a butch cut and thick eyebrows calls out. He sits two seats behind Isogai.
"Okano-kun."
"Here!"
"Kataoka-kun."
"Here!"
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Two minutes later, roll call is complete and their teacher is still very alive. Nagisa collapses in her seat like many of her classmates have, wiping the sweat off her brow.
"Excellent," Sensei laughs, "everyone is right on time! That makes sensei very happy!"
Nagisa wants to slouch over and plant her face on the desk, but can practically feel her mother's elbow digging into her back and sits up straight instead. A 'ding' rings out in the classroom and Nagisa squints in confusion as the teacher's face turns a bright scarlet, with a big crimson 'O' on it.
Uh, okay.
"So shooting all at the same time isn't going to woooorrkk," several seats in front of Nagisa, Nakamura, a very good looking girl in her class, whines loudly as she crumples over her desk in defeat. "Damn!"
"What a shame!" The teacher chirps and Nagisa frowns. Is he being sarcastic? If their teacher was like Karma, Nagisa would know that he is mocking them as he outlines their mistakes and begins to lecture them on tactics, but Nagisa is almost certain that he is being sincere.
But what kind of assassination target explains to his assassins how to better kill him?
"Be more inventive with your plans, or you'll never be able to kill Sensei," the teacher jeers in a matter-of-fact tone. "With my maximum speed of Mach 20."
He hasn't been using his maximum speed? This time, Nagisa does let her face fall on her desk.
"But did you seriously have to dodge all of them!" Nagisa hears and she lifts her head to see Maehara, another extremely good looking member of her class, on his feet as he waves one of the small pink circular bullets at the teacher.
"These are just BB pellets, you know!" Okano yells, shoving one of the pellets towards their teacher's face. "You could've kinda taken them on the chin or something!"
Nagisa can't help but agree internally as her classmates voice out their agreement. At the class's clear opinion, their teacher sighs. "Alright, load that and pass it to me, Okano-san," he accepts the gun Okano presents to him, "I've told you before, these bullets may be harmless to humans, but..."
Nagisa watches with wide eyes as the teacher shoots off one of his tentacles. Her shoulders freeze up as she stares at the dismembered limb on the floo, still wriggling. It looks disturbingly like...
"These are special anti-sensei bullets designed especially to kill me," the teacher concludes. "And will slice through my cells like tofu. Of course, it will regenerate a few seconds later, but all the same."
Like tofu. Unbidden, images of the food rise up in her mind and Nagisa can't stop herself from imagining the tentacle in her plate, ozing yellow, still squirming.
Her breath quickens and she turns her gaze upwards, trying to divert her attention. She can barely register the words of scolding and praise her teacher gives, barely here his careless taunt ("i do hope you will be able to kill me, that is, before graduation."), so focussed on forcing her nausea down.
When she calms down enough, Nagisa's gaze returns to the front of the class...where her eyes instantly stare at the disintegrating tentacle.
Why would you look at that...can you get any dumber, Nagisa? She scolds herself.
However, it's too late. As the bell ring, Nagisa deposits her breakfast all over the floor.
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"I'm so sorry," Bowing as low as she can manage, Nagisa apologises to Isogai, who had helped her clean up her vomit. It's embarrassing to vomit in class, but even more so when someone else helps you clean it up before you can so much look at it. The two students are in the infirmary, with Kayano rushing about outside, apparently hunting for a bin to throw Nagisa's plastic bag of puke. Since Isogai is one of the class representatives, he had felt obligated to take care of Nagisa, and Kayano was Nagisa's friend, obviously, which was why she's there. Nagisa barely remembers being escorted from her seat to the dusty infirmary.
"It's fine," Waving his hand in a dismissive manner, Isogai smiles kindly down at her, as she sinks into the infirmary's only bed with a creak. He's truly the best guy in their class now, Nagisa thinks to herself ruefully. She somewhat wants to learn from him how to be so patient and kind.
"I have two younger siblings at home, so I've had practice with this kinds of things," Isogai continues. "More importantly, are you alright, Nagisa-san? You vomited very suddenly."
"I'm fine," Nagisa shakes her head to clear all thoughts of tofu and tentacles from it. She clears her throat, skipping over the reason she vomitted and repeats herself. "I'm fine, it was just...a one time thing."
"Are you sure?" Isogai asks. Nagisa nods, furrowing her brow in confusion over Isogai's adamant concern. "Are you sure you feel well enough to finish the rest of the school day? Don't hesitate to go home early if you don't feel well."
"Ah, uh." Although she really does want to go home, Nagisa is cringing just thinking of her mother's reaction if she receives notice of Nagisa's early return. Not to mention what Terasaka might do if he thinks she's trying to run away. "I'll. I think I'll rest for a while, but I don't think I'll go home." She can tell from Isogai's face that he isn't about to let her stay in class when she could be sick, so she makes up something quick. She scratches her cheek, trying to look sheepish as she lies. "I must have had something bad in my breakfast, but once it's all out I'll be fine."
"Ah," Isogai nods in understanding, "that is unfortunate. Do you want a plastic bag?" He produces one almost out of thin air. "Don't push yourself too hard, Nagisa-san." He examines her and turns a beautiful smile to her. "Good thing none of it got on your clothes."
"Y-Yeah," Isogai's lethality is too high, Nagisa thinks as she sends him back to class.
With a sigh, she lies down on the bed. Someone had taken it out recently and washed it, Nagisa thinks faintly. It used to be very dusty and smelt like something old, but now it smells like detergent and the sun.
She stares at the wall for a while, then pulls out her phone.
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When Karma gets a phone call before eight in the morning, he's prepared to murder whoever called him as he reaches his hand out and gropes around his bed, pushing aside mountains of items aside. His hand closes around it and he answers without looking, rolling over, "who is this...if it's Cyril, I swear—"
"Did I wake you up?" The soft, silvery voice that comes over the line is not the one Karma expected.
All sleepiness evaporates and Karma bolts upright, sending a shower of objects flying from his bed onto the floor. He hurriedly finger-combs his hair into a better behaved state, even though the girl over the line can't see him. "Nana?" Karma frowns and searches his bed for a clock. When he produces a battered alarm clock and squints at it, he furrows his brows. "Shouldn't you be in school?" He abruptly thinks of something and grins to himself. "Did you skip?"
"No, I'm calling you from school...why are those the only options."
"I thought you're not allowed to use your phone in class."
"Well, no, you're not, but I'm not in class."
"Did you skip?"
"I already said no..." he can practically see her exasperated face over the line and laughs.
"Sorry, sorry," he says carelessly, scratching his ear, "what's up?"
"…could you bring me a disposable toothbrush set and some breakfast?"
Huh. Karma gets off his bed and pulls on a shirt. "What's going on?"
"It's nothing."
"Then why am I bringing you a toothbrush?"
"Well, that's. Uh."
"What happened?"
"It's really nothing."
"Uh huh. Still not hearing what happened." By now, Karma was fully dressed for a short trip out. He moved through the corridors of his house as softly as he could manage and slipped into the guest room, swiping a disposable toothbrush set from there.
"It's really, really nothing."
"I'll be the judge of that."
She sighs and speaks with obvious reluctance. "I...I felt a little sick during class."
"Uh huh," Karma shifts his phone to the other ear so he can pull on his shoes.
"And I kinda threw up."
"What."
"It's nothing, nothing to 'what' about."
"Suuuuure. Because throwing up is a totally normal and extremely healthy thing to do," Karma answers dryly as he pushes open the door and sets out.
"Karma."
"Say my name, say my name," Karma hums as he walks along the street. He glances at the shops as he does.
"Don't be obnoxious."
"Is my darling Nana upset?" Laughing, Karma stops at a small shop and waits in queue. 'Nana' loves savoury food and her favourite breakfast is soy beancurd.
"No."
"Don't buy me any bean products," Nagisa says after a moment of silence.
"Oh what." Karma blinks then steps out of line. That's unusual. Karma then walks on until he sees a shop selling porridge and buys a bowl. He gets hot chocolate instead of soy milk and then heads to the campus.
"I'm going to take a nap," she murmurs, "I'm a little tired."
"Roger," neglecting to mention that he doesn't know where the infirmary is, Karma wishes her a good rest and carelessly swings his keys as he walks. This should be an interesting hunt.
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Class continues as normal, the empty seat at the back largely ignored; Nagisa is a quiet person by nature and though the class generally has a good impression of her, only Kayano is so close to her that she can't pay attention in class. Isogai's report gives the small girl some consolation and she tries her best to focus.
Still her attention drifts. At one point, Kayano swears she sees an unfamiliar redhead step onto the top of the mountain and turns around to ask Fuwa, the girl sitting behind her, if she saw him too, but Fuwa just stares at Kayano in confusion.
"Why would someone come here?" Fuwa frowns. "It's at the top of the mountain...unless—!" Kayano then thanks her and turns around. She hasn't known Fuwa for long enough but knows that the girl can talk when she gets excited. And also that Fuwa loves conspiracy theories and Kayano just isn't in the mood for those. She puts the redhead out of her mind. After all, she could have hallucinated him.
When lunch break swings around and Nagisa still isn't back, Kayano finishes her food as fast as she can before getting up to see her.
"Are you going to see Nagisa-chan?" She hears someone call and turns to see Nakamura getting up too. "Wait for me, Kayano-san."
Before Kayano knows, some of the other girls are chiming in too, Kataoka, Kurahashi and Yada and then a small group of them goes to see Nagisa.
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Nagisa is woken up by someone stroking her hair. Blinking her eyes open she turns and sees a certain redhead sitting on the bed, smiling softly down at her. When he notices she's awake, his smile distorts into a smirk and he hands her a container of warm porridge and a plastic spoon.
"How was your nap, Juliet?"
"Good until you came around, Romeo," She mutters as she spoons the porridge to her mouth. He snorts with laughter and produces some bread from somewhere and starts to eat.
"I brought the young princess some hot chocolate too," the redhead passes her a takeaway cup which she sets on the floor by the bed. She doesn't have enough hands to eat the porridge and drink the hot chocolate. "Man that mountain was a steep climb," he complains as he chews his bread (Nagisa gently hits his knee, "don't talk with your mouth full," she admonishes), "you don't need to do any other workouts after going to and from school every day."
"I think so too," Nagisa laughs, "it is a little laughable; any students who wish to mock up will have to wait at the foot of the mountain, and then they are easily avoidable. Although it's meant to be a punishment, there are some good points to the mountains."
He looks over at Nagisa in surprise. "Who taught you that you can just avoid them?"
"That's rude. What makes you think I didn't learn that myself," Nagisa huffs.
The redhead examines her (privately he thinks that from what he knows of Nagisa, she believes that the abuse is justified and would not make an effort to think of a way to avoid it) and laughs. He ruffles her hair. "That's true. I hope this young master didn't accidentally offend you."
Nagisa can't help but laugh too. "I am very offended."
"Oh!" The redhead gobbles up the last of his bread and stands. "Then this young master will have to lower himself to make you happy," grinning widely, he sinks down onto one knee on the floor and bows to her. "What can I do?"
"Hey!" Nagisa's eyes widen and she can't help but giggle as she sets her porridge aside and reaches out to Karma. "This one forgives you, get up, young master."
"You shouldn't be this nice, Nana," the redhead laughs loudly as he lies back onto the infirmary.
"I'm not nice," she replies as she continues to eat the porridge. He grins and shakes his head like he's telling an invisible audience how ridiculous she is. He's back to the soft smile he had before he realised she had seen; something funny is how he's always trying to pretend he's always smug. Shaking her head slightly, Nagisa doesn't speak again as she examines him. When he's in the mood, he speaks incessantly about whatever comes to his mind, but when he's not, he'll simply sit in silence with her. Today he doesn't seem in the mood to talk as he watches her eat. Nagisa takes pity on him after a while and passes him the hot chocolate. The redhead sits up as he sips at it.
The time passes peacefully like that before Nagisa finishes the porridge. "Tired?" She asks sympathetically when she notices how he has half dozed off.
"Yeah..."
"Sorry for keeping you here," She touches his soft hair and smiles, "you should go home and sleep."
He glances over at her with eyes half closed from tiredness. "How cruel," his lips twitch as he attempts a joke, "Nana would just use me in such a way—"
"Yes, yes, I'll listen to your grievances tonight," Nagisa lightly pushes him off the infirmary bed. He refuses to move and she leaves him on the bed while she goes to brush her teeth in the extremely dirty toilet. When she returns, Nagisa picks up all the trash and puts them in the same plastic bag before taking Karma by the arm. Nagisa then walks him out, pulling up out of the infirmary first and the campus next. After sending him off, Nagisa turns back to the campus and runs into the yellow octopus.
"Oh!" Nagisa gasps.
"Are you feeling better, Nagisa-san?" The octopus asks. Nagisa stares at the strange bowl the teacher is holding and he explains it to her. "Bingsu, I decided to pop by Seoul for some of their delicacies to bring you."
"Oh...thank you very much teacher, but I don't really like sweet things," Nagisa's gaze shifts to the other thing he is holding. She's slightly dumbfounded. There's no way that could be a...
"A missile," the teacher nods, "one of Japan's newest, I imagine. The government tried to nuke me as I travelled over the sea."
"Oh."
Nagisa has nothing else to say. As she stands there in semi-shock, the teacher returns to class.
Someone slaps her on the shoulder and Nagisa snaps out of her reverie and turns to see Tersaka smirking behind her. "What was that drama this morning?"
"Not intentional," Nagisa answers slightly awkwardly. What does he want her to say? Sorry?
"Oi, did you note the colours and expressions that octopus makes, like I told you?" he skips over her answer, clearly just asking it as a formality.
Nagisa blinks and nods, searching for the small blue notebook she always keeps on her person. So far, she has been making notes on their teacher in it.
"As we all know, green stripes are when he's confident. If a student gives a wrong answer, it's dark purple with a cross on it. When a student gets the answer right, he turns bright scarlet. His whole body goes red when he's angry, but what's really interesting is how after lunchtime—"
"I've got a plan," Terasaka interrupts, which is just rude, especially since he was the one who asked her for her information. He smirks. "It's for when he's most careless. Then you'll stab him."
"Me?" Nagisa stares at him with her jaw dropped. Why her of all people? She's not agile or fast, despite how she looks and her classmates know this.
"Don't act like some goody-goody...we're the E class after all, the End Class!" Terasaka reminds her. "You think we're ever going to get another shot at getting ten billion yen? I sure as hell don't know about you, but I'm slipping out of this hellhole." Dropping a little pouch in her hand, Terasaka turns and starts walking back into class.
Nagisa stares at the small pouch, parchment in colour with a scarlet ribbon wrapped around its neck. It looks so innocent sitting in her palm, like a small party favour.
We're the E Class after all, the End Class.
Every time she thinks she can forget how much of a failure and disappointment she is, something reminds her like a sucker punch to the gut. She takes a deep breath.
The End Class.
She's from the end class. This is her only opportunity for any sort of success.
Closing her fingers around it, Nagisa returns to class.
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She runs into the group of girls at the doorway and stares at them in surprise.
"Where are you all going?"
"Nagisa-chan!" Nagisa is almost drowned by all the voices that immediately hit her. She is surrounded before she can react, and her head spins as she tries to answer every question she is given.
"Okay girls, come on, give her some space, she's still recovering," her saving grace, Kataoka clears a way for Nagisa to enter the classroom and leads her to her table. "Sorry about that, Nagisa-san. We were just worried about you. I guess we got a little overexcited."
"I'm sorry for worrying you," Nagisa turns and beams at the girls. "Thank you for coming to check on me, your care and concern is very appreciated. I am feeling much better from those alone."
The girls stare at Nagisa in silence and just when she begins to feel awkward, Nakamura places a hand on her heart, the other hand grabbing a lightly blushing Kataoka for support, and spoke. "Oh my god, my heart skipped a beat."
"S-Same," Kurahashi mutters, staring at the ceiling with her hands over her mouth. "That smile. It's so cute."
"I can't believe I felt flustered," Kayano wails.
"W-What!" Nagisa flushes red instantly. What are these girls going on about?
Nakamura turns to look around the classroom, waving her arm, "Maehara look over here!"
"Huh?" Maehara turns to look at the group of girls, distracted from his conversation. The person he was talking to, Isogai, looks over at the girls too.
"What's up?" Maehara has a confused expression on his face as he turns his body towards them and sets a hand on his hip.
"Is everything alright?" Isogai voices out, turning towards them too, his face radiating gentle concern.
"Just needed a reminder of my sexuality..." Nakamura answers weakly, putting her hands together as though sending a prayer to god.
(Nagisa the lady killer heh, Karma's got competition from all around)
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The next lesson is languages, and for some reason their teacher has them write a poem that has to end with 'and it was tentacles all along'.
"I will be reading through your poems to check your grammar and seeing if you have accurately captures the beauty of the tentacle." The teacher finishes his explanation with.
The beauty of the tentacle? What beauty of the tentacle? Nagisa can't resist asking mentally. Their teacher is very...interesting.
After giving them the assignment and reading them an example, he turns pink from the top of his bulbous head to the tips of his tentacles.
"We have to write it was tentacles? Really?" Isogai sighs.
"Once you're done, feel free to go home!" The teacher adds.
"How we going to write about that?!" Kurahashi asks skeptically.
"Well, now," Wriggling his tentacles emphatically, their teacher grins. "Aren't any marvellously slithery phrases coming to mind? Slither slither slither!"
"Enough with the slithering!" Maehara yells, looking impatient.
Nagisa glances down at the tablet on her desk. She sighs, wondering how on earth she was going to make something a tentacle. And how to make a 'tentacle', an inherently not very pretty thing, beautiful. She sees Kayano turn and make a face at Nagisa. Nagisa cringes in sympathy and tries to send her a mental 'ganbatte'. Turning back to her tablet, she puffs out her cheeks in a pout. If only he was here. He would surely be able to come up with something. Hmm.
Thinking of the redhead makes her smile a little. He would hate being compared to a tentacle.
Nagisa starts writing.
"Sensei!" Kayano suddenly calls, attracting everyone's attention.
There's a pause, a short one, but there nevertheless, before the teacher reverts back to yellow and turns his gaze to Kayano.
"Yes, Kayano-san?"
"It feels a little weird only asking you this now," Kayano says haltingly, looking like she was reconsidering speaking up initially. "But what's your name?"
"A name?"
Nagisa pauses. She had never considered that, forgotten even. Their teacher had enough presence that his existence alone was enough to confer him an identity. He didn't need a name for others to notice him. He didn't need a name for others to recognise how formidable he was. How lucky, she thinks. No one looks at him and thinks he is a failure. No one looks at him and thinks, what a disappointment, what a stupid thing, what a lazy person, what a loser, how stupid, how incapable, what a failure. The whole world is gunning for his head, but it's because they're acknowledging his strength, isn't it?
Nagisa reaches into her pocket and pulls out the pouch Terasaka had given her. She begins to work the ribbon, tugging it with her fingers until it becomes long.
In her whole life, Nagisa has never been anything else but a failure, a weakling. Everyone looks through her. Their teacher is such a person that has probably never had to experience being weak. There's no way he can understand what's its like hwen everyone stares past you. Subtly, Nagisa fixes the pouch around the neck.
Maybe that's why Terasaka asked her. Because no one sees her.
She might be able to kill this teacher, since he can't see her either.
Nagisa closes her eyes, shuddering as everyone in her memory erases all traces of her from their lives, erasing her in an instance once they discovered she had received that notice. That horrible notice dooming her for the E-for-End Class. She remembers her old teacher, gloating and mocking as he outlined how sick he was of her, and how he couldn't wait to be rid of her.
She thinks of how he shoved her aside, do you think I'm going to listen to a student of the E Class? What do you think an E class student like you can offer me?
She thinks of the only person who hasn't abandoned her.
Sorry, Karma, she quietly whispers in her mind.
Well, ten million is enough to put her off comfortably for the rest of her life. It might even be enough to repair whatever damage may be inflicted on her. Terasaka better have a sense of responsibility.
"A name, huh?" The teacher mulls it over, before replying. "I don't really call myself anything in particular...oh! How about all of you come up with a name, if you don't mind. For now, continue with your poems." Sensei slowly turns pink again.
Nagisa gathers up her resolve and forces herself to stand. She can see Terasaka smirking at her in her periphery. Nagisa walks towards the octopus, recalling what she had written in her book.
What's really interesting is after lunchtime, around the time when we become sleepy,
"Oh! Done already, Nagisa-san?" the octopus asks.
There's a point where Sensei's face turns light pink. He becomes slower when answering questions, like just now, when Kayano asked him something.
Behind her, she hears the sharp intakes of breath from her classmates, can practically feel them silently cheering at her. She hears Terasaka snicker. Behind her thin tablet, she has hidden an Anti-Sensei knife. It's not as though no one has tried this before, but even so, Nagisa knows they are rooting her on.
This time is probably when Sensei is at his most vulnerable.
"No, not really," she counts the steps left. Seven. "I mean, I think I finished it," five, four, "but I'm not sure if it's, um, correct? It's um, a little embarrassing..." Nagisa holds the tablet closer to her chest, pretending to be shy.
In this high end school, Kunugigaoka, the third best nation-wide, we in the E class, the prep-school failures think, "We've got to prove them wrong somehow. We'll show our parents, friends and teachers that we can do it if we try."
The second his tentacle makes a move forward, she swings the knife at the octopus.
"Didn't I tell you to be more inventive?" The octopus has a grip on Nagisa's forearm and plucks the knife out of her hand using a handkerchief.
We have to prove ourselves, even though we're failures.
Leaping forward with a tranquil smile on her face, Nagisa knocks the octopus down, her arms wrapped securely around him.
As the octopus's skin colour transitions from light pink to yellow, she sees his eyes widen as he notices the red cord around her neck, and the thing attached to it: a BB pellet grenade, filled with anti-Sensei bullets.
The sharp sound of a chair scraping back attracts her attention, but only for a second, before the grenade explodes.
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BB pellets fly everywhere.
"We did it!" Terasaka yells. Muramastu, who sits in front of him, leaps to his feet and cheer loudly. Yoshida, several collumns down, yells loudly too, roaring with delight.
The smoke in the room from the grenade hasn't even cleared yet.
"Nagisa!" Clapping her hands to her mouth, Kayano's hazel eyes are wider than plates. Oh god, what have they done—
Most of the students look terrified and worried, save for Hazama who is watching with a small smirk on her face.
"Ten billion!" The three boys whoop. "Ka-ching!"
"Terasaka!" Isogai yells, turning in his seat to look at the obvious ringleader in this sick scheme.
"What have you done?" Maehara finishes for the other boy, his expression livid and repulsed.
"Bet he wasn't expecting a suicide bomber!" Terasaka howls sadistically as he looks over his work.
"What did you give Nagisa?!" Kayano shrieks, leaping to her feet in alarm. If she were less controlled, she would have run over to that psychopath and beat him up.
"Huh?" Terasaka glances at the petite girl. "A toy grenade." Then, with the world's worse shit-eating smirk, he continues. "But I beefed it up with gunpowder, so that it'd shoot three hundred anti-Sensei bullets at crazy-high speed!"
Kayano gasps. Pain shoots through her neck for a moment and she collapses into her seat.
"It's nothin' strong enough to kill a human, anyway," Terasaka snorts, squatting to better regard his 'suicide bomber'. "My ten billion yen'll cover all med bills, no prob—" He takes in the appearance of Nagisa, who is...unharmed. And curled under a strange membrane.
"She's not hurt? Not even a single burn?" Picking at the membrane, Terasaka's brows knit in confusion. "What is this thing anyway? It's attached to that octopus's corpse."
"As it so happens," Comes a familiar slimy voice, only it's coated in anger. "I shed my skin once a month."
In front of Terasaka, Nagisa slowly opens her eyes, sitting up. The strange membrane splits around her as she does. "I protected Nagisa-san there by covering her with my old skin."
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Nagisa doesn't expect to wake up again so soon. She didn't really expect to be alive, so her surprise at being alive and unharmed is certainly a sight. Her surprise at being inside a strange membrane is relatively less, especially when it lets her go without resistance.
She soon realises that the atmosphere in the classroom isn't right and glances up. A sharp intake of breath assaults her chest when she sees what's there; their teacher is on the ceiling and his eyes gleam red, screaming murder.
"It's my once a month trump card," he growls. "Terasaka. Muramatsu. Yoshida." The three boys flinch.
It's clear enough from his voice, let alone the colour of his face what their teacher is feeling.
Pitch Black...He's absolutely furious!
This is her fault. Had she made a mistake somehow? Nagisa's fingers shake and she grips her elbow to steady herself. She must have. Somehow. She shouldn't have accepted Terasaka; he should have asked someone more capable and then they wouldn't be in this situation, where their teacher looks ready to commit homicide.
"You three...you're responsible for this, aren't you?" The teacher asks, but it's clearly not a question.
"N-No!" Yoshida stammers out.
"It was all Nagisa's idea!" Terasaka is quick to shift the blame. Nagisa's nails pierce her elbow as she resists glaring at him. Instead, she just looks over. The three boys wear expressions of pure terror.
The teacher's rage seems to fill the room, preventing even the sunlight from penetrating through, let alone a single person's voice. No one dares to speak. In a way, the Terasaka gang are somewhat brave for still being able to open their mouths. Or perhaps they were just exceptionally cowardly.
In the space of a second, the teacher disappears from his perch on the ceiling, leaving behind a violet gust of wind. As everyone registers that he's gone, a sudden new blast of air signals his return.
The sound of falling items draws everyone's attention. Three nameplates sit innoculously in front of Terasaka, Yoshida and Muramatsu: The nameplates from their houses.
"My agreement with your government prohibits me from harming you," the teacher snarls. "But if you try another assassination like that one..." From the burlap sack he holds, the octopus slowly draws out several more nameplates. "I just might harm someone else...your family...your friends..." he bares his teeth. "Maybe I'll kill everyone on the planet except you."
Nagisa understands immediately, and, after a quick glance around her class, sees that her classmates have expressions that probably mirror her own. Nowhere on this planet is safe from him. The only escape we have is to...
Kill him.
Somehow Terasaka still has the ability to open his mouth and talk back. Nagisa can't help but wish he wouldn't stir up so much trouble. he has to be doing the stupidest thing—
Nagisa recalls some of her friends' antics and purses her lips.
Maybe not the stupidest thing, but definitely up there.
At any rate, Terasaka is doing one of the stupidest or bravest—
Nagisa thinks about some of the other things her friends' have done and smiles wrly.
Terasaka is doing one of the stupidest or one of the bravest things she has ever seen by saying, "w-what the hell's wrong with you, anyway?!" He shouts. "You're a pain in the ass! You show up one day, all 'I'm going to blow up the earth!' and 'Kill me!' What's wrong with using an annoying method to kill an annoying guy?"
And then there is an abrupt change in atmosphere. The previously stifling air becomes breathable and sunlight streams through the classroom windows too. For some reason, their teacher's face shows the scarlet circle it does when a student gets an answer correct.
"Annoying? Hardly. Your idea itself was a very good one. Especially Nagisa-san, she carried herself in such away that I didn't suspect anything other than the normal assassinations," the teacher lightly pats Nagisa's hair and suddenly, a smaller blast of air balloons out. "That gets full marks from me. You did an excellent job on getting past my defences."
"Thank you...but I hope you didn't draw anything strange on my tablet..."
"Nyua!" The teacher begins to sweat. To Nagisa, he seems to be surprised that she had noticed him beginning to draw something. In reality, she had long since observed his strange behaviour and now knew when he was going to do something like that. "Um, I mean, However!" The teacher continues with his scolding, admonishing all of them with a purple cross painting his face. "None of you looked out for Nagisa-san—not even Nagisa-san herself."
Nagisa almost answers that she did look out for herself, thank you, after all she knew Terasaka was going to pay her medical bills, but realises abruptly that that probably isn't 'taking care' of herself.
"People like that aren't fit to be assassins. We need an assassination to be proud of! You are all capable assassins who have that power inside of you."
One moment, we're being chewed out at Mach 20, and the next, we're being praised with waving tentacles. Slowly reaching out to smoothen her hair, Nagisa watches their teacher in bafflement. It definitely isn't your usual education...
All the same, it makes her happy. This unusual octopus teacher is actually willing to look out for them.
"If you ask Sensei," the teacher continues lecturing the three boys, who groan and return to their seats.
The teacher then turns to Nagisa (who is unsure if she should return ot her seat or remain at the podium) and grins. "Let me pose you a question, Nagisa-san: I have not the slightest intention of being killed. I will enjoy my time on earth until next march, then I will blow up the world."
Nagisa blinks in confusion. Huh? That doesn't sound like a question...
"If you don't like that idea, what are you going to do about it?"
Biting her lip, Nagisa thinks over his words. She has never assassinated anyone before, and she was pretty sure the rest of her class hasn't either (hopefully), and there is plenty of other stuff they can be doing. Like studying. All the same, Nagisa feels some bloodlust in her. Their teacher is clearly alright with them killing him.
"Before you blow up the world," Nagisa clasps her hands behind her back and grins widely "I'll kill you."
Green stripes flash across the teacher's face. "Then what are you waiting for?" The corner of his smile curls up into a smirk. "Once you've killed me, feel free to go home!" he announces, switching back into yellow.
The class immediately erupts into protests as Nagisa returns to her seat.
"An unkillable teacher..." Kayano mutters as Nagisa walks past her desk, causing her to pause and look at her friend.
"Huh?"
"'Korosenai' (殺せない) for unkillable, 'sensei' (先生) for teacher..." Kayano claps her hands and turns triumphantly to Nagisa. "Oh! What about 'Korosensei' (殺先生)?"
"'Korosensei'?" Nagisa knits her brows.
"Nyua?" The octopus reacts to the sound of his name.
Nagisa smiles at Kayano before turning to their teacher. She looks at their strange octopus of a teacher, who is polishing name plates for some strange reason.
So here we are, in our assassination classroom with Korosensei, where the bell has just rung...Nagisa narrates in her head, amusing herself with her manga-like thoughts.
Hello and welcome to the first of the edited chapters! I've sat down and tried to plan the first season out in full detail, properly, with the hopes that I'll be braver with canon deviation if I can see where points of deviation are. Of course I'll try not to deviate too much haha. Hope you guys liked it, the other edited chapters will be coming along soon.
Seating arrangement:
1st row: Kataoka, Maehara, Okano, Isogai, Kurahashi, Kimura
2nd row: Kayano, Sugino, Nakamura, Mimura, Yada, Takebayashi
3rd row: Fuwa, Sugaya, Hayami, Okajima, Kanzaki, Muramatsu
4th row: Hara, Yoshida, Okuda, Chiba, Hazama, Terasaka
5th row: blank, blank, Nagisa, blank, blank, blank
