Target Acquired - VOLUME 1

CHAPTER 3 - "New Arrivals Time"

"N-N-NEW ARRIVALS?" the class booms. I watch as they hurl paper wads at Mr. Karasuma. He doesn't flinch and lets them hit him as he shrugs his shoulders.

Terasaka and his gang start banging on their desks, yelling for the hell of it. I have mixed feelings about them - on one hand, they're pretty much harmless, but on the other, they're reckless. I'll just have to give them extra attention to make sure they don't make fools out of themselves... anymore than they have.

"You think I can't handle this?" I ask Karasuma. I have to yell because of how loud everyone else is. Korosensei dodges while my classmates attempt to use their pencils as darts.

Karasuma sighs and answers, "Well, the ministry didn't think so."

I roll my eyes.

"Sorry, kid," he adds sympathetically. "But I think you'll like the ones they're sending - especially the boy."

"I'm dating someone," I argue. It doesn't seem very Karasuma-y to try to get me a date.

"That's not what I meant," Karasuma says, defending himself. "He's an old friend."

I scrunch my face up, trying to figure out who he's talking about. There's no way he could be talking about Shinobu or... nevermind, I need to forget about the other one.

I check my phone: . I'm guessing the help should be arriving soon. I move over to my seat and sit down next to Karma. I try to look away from him, but I can tell he's grinning at me.

"Hey, Megumi," he says, smiling at me. "You never answered my question." He's referring to what it's like making out in the principal's office.

I roll my eyes and answer with, "We've only made out in there twice, and the first time, I bit my tongue." Karma's phone is pulled out; he's recording me. Why not drive Nakamura and him wild? I add, "So I prefer Asano's bed."

Nakamura's mouth gapes, and Karma's eyes go wide. I get up and walk away, laughing quietly. The look on their faces is priceless! I definitely have to to tell Asano about this one!

I stop once I get to Korosensei's podium. I prop my chin on the edge of it and look at him. He looks down at me and cocks his head.

"So," I start. "How about the theater proposal?"

"You're sure you can direct a whole musical and a variety show in a month?" he asks.

"Yup!" I answer. "But there is one little thing I'd like to ask... can I pretty please use English class to rehearse?"

His face turns dark purple with a red 'X'. I groan. I guess I have to convince him the hard way.

"Hmm," I think aloud. His face turns back to yellow, and he goes back to shuffling papers. "Okay then, expect a duck in your pay then."

His face turns blue and begins to sweat. "You wouldn't!" he cries.

I chuckle as I add, "You're right. You won't get a smaller salary. You'll get fired!"

He squeaks and begins shuffling the papers at Mach 20 speed. His eyes are tearing up.

"Glad we can both be civilized about these matters!" I call to him as I walk away from him.

"Hey! Watch it, kid!" I hear a voice yell from outside the classroom. It belongs to what I presume a woman in her mid-twenties.

I hear footsteps approaching the doors and turn to see who it is. Everyone else does the same. Oh, it must be the new assassins!

I move towards the door to greet them but stop dead in my tracks. He enters the classroom.

He sweeps his navy-blue hair out of his face, revealing light yellow eyes. They're full of... life?! He's taller now; of course, he always was way taller than me, but he appears to be at least 5'10. He's still skinny, but from what I can tell, his muscles are actually noticeable now. He smirks behind him as a curvaceous young woman with blonde hair follows him, berating about something.