Dressed for Assassination (Assassination Classroom Fanfic)

Prologue

Reyna POV

It was the beginning of the day, a somber atmosphere filled the classroom. There was suddenly a rumble from outside, the ground shook a little. A slimy noise coming from out from the hall. The door slides open and our teacher walks in. He walks up to the podium and places the roll book on it.

"All right people," he says, waving his tentacles around. "Let's get started, shall we? Class Monitor, if you would do the honors."

Nagisa stands up. "Right! Ready!" With that command, we stand and aim guns at our teacher. "Aim!

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Fire!" Soon enough, pink BBs are flying towards our teacher. Not a second later, we see multiples of him across the front of the classroom.

"Oh, oh my," our teacher says, his tone seemingly mocking us a little. "Well, why don't I just call roll while you children tire yourselves out? Isogai?"

"Here," Isogai responds.

"What's that? I'm afraid I couldn't make it out over all this gunfire."

"Here!" Isogai says, louder this time.

"Okajima?"

"Here!"

"Okuda?"

"Here!"

"Kataoka?"

"Here!"

"Kayano?"

"Here!"

"Kanzaki?"

"Here!"

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"Excellent. All present and accounted for. No tardies! Congratulations!" He says with a red circle on his face.

Rio sighs, "He's fast."

"The whole class opened fire and he doesn't have a scratch," Isogai comments.

"No luck today either, eh? That's really too bad. What's the lesson here? Numbers are no substitute for inventiveness, perhaps? That any hack can point a gun and pull a trigger? Some of Column A, some of Column B? I get that you're trying to cast the net as widely as possible, so to speak, but the approach lacked originality. When the target clocks at Mach 20, an assassin has to think outside the box," the our teacher lectures.

"Ha, right. Mach 20," Maehara huffed. "No freaking way did you dodge that hail of bullets!"

"He's got a point," Sugino agreed, holding up one of the BBs, right? For all we know, you just stood there and took 'em like a champ."

Although that is possible, I don't think that the government would send him here, tell us to kill him, then give us ammo that wasn't effective on him.

"Collect the ammunition and bring it here," our teacher ordered. We did as he said. He took Okano's pistol as he began to explain, "As was explained: these are anti-me BBs. Harmless to you. But," he shot the gun at one of his tentacles, which caused part of it to come off, "able to split my cells like a knife through warm tofu. Developed by your government for that express purpose. Of course, after a few seconds, I can regenerate good as new. A luxury you won't have if you accidentally shoot your eye out. From now on, no discharging guns in the classroom. Safety first." Green stripes appear on his face as his grin grows wider. "And good luck killing me before graduation. You're going to need it. Firearms and government issue anti-me BBs away, please. Time to get to work."

It's weird. One minute he encourages us to kill him. The next, he's lecturing us on originality and safety. Now, he's lecturing us like a real teacher. This class is weird. But then again, there was nothing normal about the End Class of Kunugigaoka Junior High in the first place. What changed, was that it was turned into an Assassination Classroom by the government not too long ago.

Flashback

"We interrupt our currently scheduled program for this breaking news bulletin-"

"This just in. A portion of the moon has been vaporized. Some sources estimate over 70%. I repeat-"

"What does it mean? Astronomers the world over are struggling to figure out just that."

New reports everywhere were talking about most of the moon disappearing out of nowhere. Soon after those reports, he showed up in our class.

"Hello! How are you?" It greeted, the voice indicating they were probably male. About three meters tall, tentacles flailing, and a never ending smile on his bright yellow face. His body seemed to resemble an octopus. "So, I'm the one who blew up the moon."

Huh?!

"Next year I intend to do the same to planet Earth. But never mind that now, I'm gonna be your new teacher! Isn't that exciting?!"

There are so many things wrong with this picture.

"Uh, I'm Karasuma," The man next to the octopus introduced. "I'm from the Ministry of Defense. What, uh, what I'm about to tell you we in the business call 'classified'. *sigh* Aw, hell. I'll just come right out with it. I'm gonna need you to kill this thing for the sake of mankind."

What?! Kill?!

"Excuse me," Mimura called out. "No offense, is this a joke? 'Cause if thats the alien that blew up the moon-'' He was cut off by the octopus.

"Ah! I'm an Earthling born and bred thank you very much!"

What the hell is going on?!

"I'm not at liberty to discuss the details at this juncture," Mr. Karasuma buts in. "I'll just say he's telling the truth. His threat is all too real. As of this coming March, he will obliterate the Earth. Apart from you, the only people who know this are world leaders. If word of this leaks out to the public, we'll have widespread panic on our hands. He must be terminated soon and with extreme prejudice." Mr. Karasuma reaches into his breast pocket. "Which means you must become assassins." He pulls out a green knife and tries to hit the octopus, who then appears on his other side. "Now you'll notice he's incredibly fast! And for some reason, he likes grooming eyebrows. Immaculately!" The speed causes wind gusts throughout the classroom. I hold onto my beanie so it doesn't fly off. "You're looking at a being so powerful he can obliterate over half the moon in seconds. So fast, he's been clocked at Mach 20. A world where he's allowed to live is a world waiting to be destroyed, plain and simple."

"He makes it all sound so grim, doesn't he?" the octopus interjects. "Cheer up! I've graciously made your government an offer. 'Stop making fools of yourselves trying to kill me,' I said. 'And let me teach Class 3-E at this illustrious institution!'"

You can do so much, and you choose to teach a bunch of middle school flunkies?

"We didn't have much of a choice," Mr. Karasuma reasoned. "We have no idea what his motives are, but we agreed on the condition that none of you students would be harmed in any way. The advantage is twofold. On the one hand, we'll know his whereabouts a good portion of every weekday, which is something. On the other, he'll be in the close range of thirty-one people with the means and incentive to kill him."

Flashback Over

And that's how this whole fiasco started. The Ministry of Defense coming to a classroom of middle school flunkies, with the order to kill large yellow octopus who claimed to have destroyed most of the moon.