Marionette

Oceans, Chapter Forty - Akumu [悪夢]

The rest of the first day back in Class was a nightmare for everyone, including Amaya. The Autonomous Intelligence Fixed Artillery continued to fire upon Koro-sensei for every minute that class was in session, leaving everyone to sit there and shield their faces from stray Anti-Sensei BBs.

They were also expected to clean up all the BBs at the end of every lesson, because the Autonomous Intelligence Fixed Artillery was not expected to clean up after itself - Just attack Koro-sensei with an endless barrage of BBs.

Muramatsu had made a taunting question of whether the machine had a Vacuume attachment, but he was ignored of course.

Because acknowledging anyone except for Koro-sensei was not a part of her programmed priorities.

Unfortunately for Amaya, Karma'd roped her into basically doing all the BB sweeping, just because she was faster at cleaning than mostly everyone else. Of course, that was only because of seven years worth of running a household with two children in her care - She had to learn how to do everything super quick if she wanted to have any form of free time.

Which was more than what could be said about Karma, who had so much free time on his hands that he was lazy.

Well, at least she'd demanded that he pay her in chili seafood that night, which he did well on. It was accompanied with a side of merciless taunting from the red-head, but she wasn't that bothered.

What she was bothered with was the return of the liquid caramel sugar, though this time Amaya wordlessly downed it in one go before collapsing in the corner of the couch.

She still got laughed at for it, though.

Stupid, evil red-head.

The next day, Amaya'd arrived in class to find a rather amusing sight.

Terasaka of all people was in the middle of attacking the Autonomous Intelligence Fixed Artillery with a roll of duct tape while she was presumably on standby mode. He was scowling to himself as he tore huge strips and stuck them in crossing lines over the computer's whole body, focused entirely on keeping her weapon chutes shut.

Karma was standing a few meters away with a smirk across his face as he watched the sight.

The rest of the day continued as one would expect - After booting up and discovering that she was rendered unable to send the class into an ongoing barrage of gunfire for the whole day, the girl inside the computer seemed to be rather upset.

Every few minutes or so, she'd try to open her weapon chutes in the hope that the duct tape would have loosened just enough to do something with.

But of course while Terasaka wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was at the very least more than aware that they were dealing with a tenacious piece of hardware.

So it stood to reason that he'd gone for the super-strong duct tape, of course.

Expensive stuff that Amaya would have whimpered over the cost of buying.

Hara and Sugaya unstuck the Autonomous Intelligence Fixed Artillery after Cleanup had been completed right at the end of the day, and everyone left for the day.

Needless to say, Terasaka had saved her from being shot in the head by Anti-Sensei BBs again.

However everything had been turned on its head on Monday, when Amaya returned to class.

It was the last few days in May.

Amaya had finally gotten a firm grasp of where in the year it was, and she realized in just a couple days, it would be June.