"Hey Mizuki, have you chosen a group yet?" Emiko looked up from her phone, her eyes resting on the figure of a light brown-haired girl.
"You are?"
"My name is Meg Kataoka, I'm the class female representative" she sweatdropped as she introduced herself. Emiko fought not to roll her eyes. She only asked who she was, not her whole life story.
But still, if this was a class representative, 'She might come in handy in the future', of course, to keep everyone out of her way, but it's still a useful tool.
"I travel on my own" She knew that Kataoka was about to object to her statement and cut her off before she could start, "There's an odd number of students so having one larger group is more of a hassle" This seemed to work as the other teen didn't say anything more on the matter
"Well, if that's what you want" She smiled, "Oh, and you can always just join the group you're closest to" Kataoka added on before walking away.
"Tsk" Emiko looked back to her phone as the girl walked away. She was currently looking at the information that Lovro forwarded to her about that gang before abruptly snapping her head to her right, meeting eyes with Karma. "What?" she spat
"Hey now, no need for the resentment" he then smirked, "you're not joining a group?"
She scoffed. "I don't need help from you insects" Sighing in annoyance, she got up and walked off.
Emiko took a deep breath to cool herself as she stepped outside for their next class. She walked over to the tree that she often takes naps in and leaned against it, eyes closed as she listened to Karasuma explain that the assassination attempts were to continue during the trip to Kyoto and what they should do. She on the other hand blocked them all out
"I know you're there red. Come out" She cooly ordered, unbothered.
"I'm curious..." He trailed, "What exactly is behind that clothing of yours?" Putting a hand out, thinking she didn't notice
Emiko was quick to grab his wrist with an iron grip, "I suggest you keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep them" She growled, throwing his wrist back to him. "Otherwise we're going to have a problem" She spat pushing herself off the tree and heading back into the classroom
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"Mizuki have you joined a group yet?" Nagisa looked over to her from his desk
"I don't need a group. Take strawberry instead" She didn't spare a glance at the teen
"Who are you calling strawberry?" Karma questioned an obvious irk mark on his temple
"You now shut it" She ordered, completely unfazed by his irritation. "What's your name blueberry?" Emiko questioned, standing up
'If I recall correctly, this guy has a load of information on the Octopus. Info that Gramps doesn't have.'
"My name is Nagisa Shiota" Though he was confused, he chose to ignore the odd nickname he'd gotten.
Emiko nodded as she walked past the group of five, choosing not to say anymore to the two males. She approached a very increasingly angry Irina- it was clear considering she had her gun pointed at a student, threatening to shoot their head off.
She stepped in front of the barrel and pushed the weapon down, muttering a short "Calm yourself"
The blonde sighed in agitation before taking a deep breath. "You're staying on your own?"
She nodded, "Rule 2, remember?"
"What's rule 2?"
Emiko clicked her tongue, "None of your goddamn business" she snapped back, watching as the teen flinched away from her.
Then Korosensei came forward, thick books in hand- well, tentacles..
His big permanent smile somehow became bigger. He held all of his tentacles out, balancing four guides per tentacle, "One for each of you!"
"Korosensei, what are those?"
"They're field trip guidebooks" He zipped around, forcing one into each student's hands, obviously weighing them down.
"—what the hell?!"
"—they're more like dictionaries!"
"They're just a little something I threw together last night, including illustrations of every major tourist attraction and the top 100 local souvenirs and where to find them, travel south the best techniques from basic to advanced. Oh and best of all, the first edition comes with a model of Kinchakugee!" Through his mini-rant, he finally finished with a little model on one of his finger-tentacles.
"You are way too excited about this trip"
"This is definitely going to be more of an educational trip knowing him..."
Emiko put the guidebook on the front podium. "No thanks," she almost immediately refused.
Instead of taking the book, he turned around and started punching the wall with his tentacle, essentially wallowing in self-pity.
"Oi octopus, what'd I say earlier?"
Making no move to respond, she just clicked her tongue and turned her back to him, opting to engage in conversation with Irina as he continued to punch the wall.
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Karma Akabane PoV
A week had passed since the octopus gave us those guidebooks and right now 3E were on our way to Kyoto- well almost all of us were.
I turned away from playing cards with my group and turned to the octopus. "Korosensei," he turned his attention to me, "Where's Mizuki?" I questioned
Miss Bitch- who had been quiet for the majority of the journey answered instead, "Mizuki has a mission right now so she'll be meeting us there"
"Mission?" Nagisa, who sat opposite me, asked
"Did you not tell them when she was introduced?" Miss Bitch turned to Karasuma sensei with a confused look, one to which he shook his head. It was obvious that she wasn't expecting that so she turned back to the rest of us, "Mizuki is an assassin"
"She's an assassin?"
'I mean that much was kinda obvious, wasn't it? You'd have to be some sort of idiot to not be able to guess that.'
"That explains why she has a katana"
"How do you know her?" Kayano asked
"We grew up together" Miss Bitch explained other stuff about Mizuki but I ignored it and looked out of the window of the train. 'Why does her not being here bother me so much? Probably because I can't annoy her' I thought, 'Or maybe it's annoying how she hides her face'
"Why does she hide her face?" Someone called out, that piqued my interest and the entire class looked at Miss Bitch
"Her cloak is just a habit of hers. Her mask and bandana, on the other hand, is something she wouldn't want me telling you" I frowned at that. What does she mean she wouldn't want?
"But it's not like she would know. I mean she isn't here right?" Terasaka spoke up
"Are you dumb or just plain old stupid?" I don't know if I made it obvious enough to show how annoyed I am with that question. Why was he so keen on knowing anyway? "We were just told that she's an assassin. If she found out we'd be killed" I reprimanded him.
'Besides, if anyone is to find out it'll be me'
"I won't tell you" Miss bitch stated. "If you want to know so badly then you ask her"
"Whatever" Terasaka muttered going back to his boring stuff
I went back to looking out the window, 'Just who are you Mizuki?'
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Deadly One
FanfictionLife hasn't been the very best for Emiko Mizuki growing up. At the young age of six, Emiko's family was killed by a gang, following her father's last wishes she ran out of a bloodbath of a house and didn't stop until she was so tired she passed out...
