Danny Stein, the American (Assassination Classroom X OHSHC)

Chapter 6

I quietly followed Asano to where ever he wanted to go in order to have our 'talk'.

I'll admit, I was a bit nervous. 

He opened a set of large double doors, and we entered a large room with hundreds of shelves.  We travelled to a back corner of the book-filled room, where he stopped and faced me.

We stared at each other silently, before I decided to break the silence.

"What did you want to speak to me about?"

"Who are you?"

I looked at Asano, confused.

"You know who I am..."

He shook his head.

"Who are you to walk into class 3-A, without having any idea on how to communicate with others?"

Shock ripped through my system.  Shit, he figured me out!  Well, it wasn't like I was very discreat about it during class...  His voice ripped my out of my shocked state.

"I'll make a deal with you."

I nodded.

"If you can pass the mid-terms, which are mostly written in Japanese, then I won't tell my father about your predicament."  He went to walk past me, but paused at my shoulder.  We were about the same height.

"However, should you fail, than I will guarantee you a one-way trip to class 3-E."  He made a move to leave again.

"What's wrong with class 3-E?"

My question stopped him in his tracks.

"Class 3-E is where all of the delinquints and failures end up.  After all, they are the End Class."  His speech paused.  "By the way, you only have two weeks until mid-terms.  Good luck."

With those words, Asano left me standing in the library.

I slowly turned around, and faced the many shelves of books before me.  I wandered through them, searching.

About ten minutes into my search, I found what I was looking for: the English-Japanese dictionaries.

I pulled out a few and took them to an empty table in the corner.  I sat down and retrieved my my notes and homework from my backpack.

Japanese characters glared up at me, a dark black against the stark, white paper.

Where do I even start?  I sighed and pushed the work aside.

A blank notebook found itself traveling from my backpack to the table.  One of the dictionaries was opened to the English portion.  My notebooks were also open, revealing my tedious attempts to learn on my first day at Kunugigaoka Middle School.

I traded my hearing aids for my earbuds, and set my iPod on shuffle. Music blasted at 75% volume as I did my work.  

I started with the math notebook, and copied numerous characters with their pronunciations and translations into the blank notebook.  Anything that had to do with math was carefully sketched into the notebook, each line and mark in their correct position.

Time went by, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.  A boy with light blue hair pulled up in two high ponytails stood there, staring at me.  I removed my earbuds with a questioning look.

He said in Japanese.  My eyes widened, and I started searching frantically for my hearing aids.  I panicked silently when I couldn't find them.  I was about to get up, when the blue-haired boy tapped my shoulder again.

I looked down at him to see him holding my hearing aids curiously.  I gently took them from his hands and placed them in my ears.

I nodded at him once they were on.

"The library is closing."

I glanced at my watch, and saw the time.

9:15 pm.

I cursed under my breath in English, and hurriedly stuffed the work into my bag.  However, I kept out my Translation Note, so that I could study them on my way home.  I turned to grab the dictionaries, only to see the boy holding them, and examining one of them closely.

"Are you working on English homework?"

I shook my head in negation, and watched as confusion clouded his eyes.  I waited a moment before lifting the dictionaries from his hands.  I took them back to the shelf where I had found them, and neatly placed them back in the order that I had retrieved them.  Turning away, I stopped to see the blue-haired boy was standing there, his eyes clear with understanding.

"Do you understand Japanese?"

I simply looked at him in response.  He sighed and stuck out his hand to me.

"Shiota Nagisa."

I took his hand in mine and squeezed it slightly.

"Stein Danny."

He hummed.

"I've never heard of you or seen you around before...are you new?"

"Hai."

Our one-sided conversation was cut short when a group of other studrnts called for Nagisa.

"Nagisa!  Where are you?!"

He responded instantly.

"Kayano, I'm in the dictionary section."

A girl with green hair peered around the corner at us.

"There you are!  Who's the guy?"

Nagisa gestured towards me.

"This is Stein Danny.  I believe he is a nee student here."  They both paused, and then looked over at me.  "Say, Stein-san.  What class are you in?"

"Um...I'm in class 3-A?"  My response came like a question, spoken in English, and hesitant.

Two pairs of eyes widened in shock.  But for different reasons.

"You're in class 3-A?!"

"You speak English?!"

They looked at each other, then at me.

I sighed, deciding to respond to them in English.

"Yes.  I am in class 3-A, and I speak English fluently.  English is my first language, actually.  However, if I don't pass the mid-terms, I may not be in class 3-A for much longer..."

Nagisa asked the next question.

"What class would you get dropped to?"

I looked them both in the eyes.

"Class 3-E."

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Thank you all for reading this book!  I'm glad to see that there are people who are actually interested in what I write!

I don't claim Assination Classroom or Ouran High School Host Club.  I only own Danny and the idea for this crossover.