Our Lives are all Stories, in the End...

Chapter 1: Experiment Prototype #312

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The wind blows past the treeline. A tree stands still with its leaves swaying in the slight breeze. The schoolyard outside of the building is empty and silent until suddenly it isn't. A streak of yellow flies past the school in the sky. In a closer look, the yellow blob holds a take-out container, still steaming from its heat. The clock strikes closer to the end of lunch. The bell sounded out throughout the yard, almost startling the teacher.

The blur speeds around the break room. Not having any time to take and relax before class could be called "technical difficulties" but that is a problem for later. They shovel in another scoop of their meal for the day, dropping some of their precious traditional jambalaya into the air below them. Their face is in shock as they quickly scoop up all of their treats and food to eat everything they spent their hard-earned cash on... At least the cash they have left from their grabby and savage students that they love dearly.

Descending to the front door, the creature is met with silence from the hallway. 'It seems that they have something new planned today! How fun!' they thought to themselves as they walked along the hallway to their classroom door. They place their fork back into their container of food to savor it later and head into the battleground.

Upon entering, the yellow blob is immediately attacked by dozens of pink pellets- which they easily avoid. They made sure not to drop a single grain of rice in the process before addressing the situation.

"I thought I told you all that an attack straight on is not that great of an attack for assassins." Hearing an almost inaudible click, the teacher takes and clasps a stray pellet within the folds of a paper in its grasp. "Karma-kun, what did I say about the use of guns in the classroom!" The octopus put its tentacles on its hip while talking to their student. "You could have hit someone with it!"

"But Sensei, you always say that we must take our opponents by surprise." Karma opted to toss the gun between their fingers to and fro, doing their tricks with the gun in place of a butterfly knife. "And besides, everyone else got their chance just a moment earlier, I was only leading by example by taking advantage of the distraction of this situation possibly not happening again." He propped his feet up onto the desk in an act of defiance to the argument.

Speeding around the classroom, Koro-sensei took to dealing with the feet on the desk in their way. "Good thing you do or else I would not have as many techniques to try out for the beauty business!"

The redhead looked down at his shoes to find them all polished and completely cleaned from all debris along with his nails yet again painted. "Hey, what's the problem Sensei? Can't we take a few creative liberties in how we assassinate you?"

"Break it up you two. We have to get started with today's activity soon." the blonde said as entering the classroom, spotting the octopus immediately. "And what are you even here for? Go to your corner that you crawled out of so I don't have to deal with you right now." She scoffed as the creature left the front of the classroom in sorrow and self-pity.

"I just wanted to come watch while I eat-"

"Go to your corner then. Also one of you needs to clean up this attempt." The blonde kicks at the pellets littering the ground, "I have heels on and would rather not shuffle today, it's annoying on the heels." The students took over restocking their supplies. Once the floor was cleared, Jelavić went back to the board. "Today is what you could call a study hall day for assassination training. For what you will be doing, you will first..."

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The video continues on the screen. The two teens who are staring at the device are both left reminiscing about the whole year that led up to that point. No matter how long it has been since that year, they both have the memories still fresh in their mind as if it were just yesterday. Rio for one had their mind set on staring at every little detail that she captured with her camera of the events throughout the year.