Dressed for Assassination (Assassination Classroom Fanfic)

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Reyna POV

A gunshot was heard in the classroom.

"Nakamura!" our teacher calls out. "I distinctly remember saying no guns discharging in the classroom!"

Nakamura rubbed her neck sheepishly. "I know."

"Back row, young lady. Think about what you've done."

The thing we now call a teacher, is very strange. Beside the fact that he's a giant yellow octopus, we never got to learn his motives or the benefit he gets from doing this. Although we should've asked that from the start. But, I guess we got distracted by the benefit we would get if we were to complete the order.

"Do the deed and you'll get 10 billion. It's only fair. Kill him, save the Earth. If that doesn't deserve a life on easy street, what are we fighting for?"

When I first heard those lines come out of Mr. Karasuma's mouth, my first thought was how I would be able to pay off all of the medical bills for my parents, and maybe donate what was left of it for research that would help get rid of the cancer in my mom's body. Although my relatives were willing to help us out, we didn't want to burden them. After all, we were over a thousand miles away from them in the Philippines, and life was already hard for them as it is. My dad was an only child and my grandparents from his side passed during my first year of junior high.

And so, in order to help my parents as well as many others suffering from cancer, I have to kill my teacher.

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"Oh? That's lunchtime, everybody," our teacher says as the bell rings. He walks towards the window. "Excuse me while I pop over to China for a quick bite. You have my cell number, any killers feeling especially trigger happy today are welcome to hit me up." And with that, he flew out the window at Mach 20, leaving a giant gust of wind behind.

"Okay, math," Nakamura thinks aloud. "If he's travelling at mach 20..."

"It'll take him 10 minutes tops to reach his favorite take out place in Sichuan," Nagisa finishes for her.

"So, just to be clear, we've absolutely ruled out missiles?" Maehara wonders.

"Are you kidding?" Isogai asks.

"Even if we had access to that kind of hardware, he could break the sound barrier, while grading might I add," I interject.

"My homework even came back with a doodle on it," Nakamura said. "All things considered, you have to admit he's not doing a bad job."

"I know, right?" Kurahashi agrees. "He tutored me on algebra and I killed it on the pop quiz the next day!"

"Yeah. Kind of a shame. We get our grades up just in time for the world to end," Takahashi points out.

"Well college wasn't happening either way," Okajima says.

I just sigh at their comments. They're so pessimistic. Even if the world is ending, it's better to try and make the most of it than mope around about it.

"Yo, Nagisa," I hear Terasaka call out. "Look alive, little man. Time to put our money where our mouth is and get this done." They walk out the back door and I look in that direction, worried.

"You're worried too, Sato?" I hear from behind me. I look in the direction of the voice to see Kayano walking towards my desk. I made a small noise of affirmation as I nodded. We both sigh as we start eating our lunches.

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"Okie dokie! Your assignment this afternoon is to compose a short poem," he assigns. "The final line should read 'was tentacles all along'."