Partners in Crime

Transfer Student Time

~Karma's POV~

Walking to class is always boring, but it's ten times worse without Y/N by my side. Seriously, I had underestimated how good Y/N is at avoiding people when she wants to. Getting to school before me is no feat by any means, since I don't even try to get there on time, but she's managed to disappear during all of our  free periods, lunch, and every other time that I could even approach her. 

Luckily today I have something to fixate on. That something is an email Mr. Karasuma sent out yesterday. A transfer student. Probably just a cover up for a new assassin, but at least it will spark up something interesting. Not that our class has ever been boring, since some new and insane things always seemed to be happening in Class 3-E. 

The moment I step into the door, my eyes are drawn to the back corner of the classroom, where a machine stands. My classmates stand around it, gaping as it introduces itself. Only Y/N seemes unbothered, since she's sitting in her seat and staring at the chalkboard as if her new seat neighbor isn't an oversized Nokia. I roll my eyes, thinking, 'So it's come to computers? Geez, doesn't anyone trust teenagers these days?'

Mr. Karasuma seems to have similar thoughts, since as he introduces our new "classmate" as a foriegn exchange student from Norway, he breaks the chalk by pressing on it too hard. Everyone in the classroom stares at the machine with empty expressions of distaste, and Korosensei even giggles. "I'll thank you not to laugh!" Mr. Karasuma yells at our teacher. "This is a serious deal! She'll be trying to kill like everyone else here, and as per our agreement, you'll have zero recourse. No fighting back. No harming her in any way."

At this Y/N shifts in her seat, narrowing her eyes slightly. I can already tell she's annoyed at how stretched this argument is. Korosensei agrees to the conditions, just as skeptical of the validity of it. "Welcome to E Class, Autonomous Intelligence Fixed Artillery!" He announces in a theatrical voice. 

"Thank you, Korosensei. I certainly appreciate it." The AIFA replies in it's robotic voice.

We all knew that this machine was going to be annoying, but the problems start in Modern Literature. As Korosensei lectures us, the AIFA suddenly begins running a program and pulls out guns, shooting a firestorm of bullets around the classroom. Korosensei simply scolds it as if it were a normal student. The machine acknowledges it and then fires of another round, stating that this round will be aimed more carefully. 

Y/N, who's hidden herself under her desk, sighs and mutters, "This will be a long day." She leans agains the leg of the desk and grabs her notes from the top, attempting to analyze her literature on her own. She looks up with a concerned face when this time, the AIFA manages to hit Korosensei's finger, sending it splattering across the chalkboard. The entire class gasps. 

"Great, an evolving killing machine. What else should've we expected?" I whisper. Y/N, per usual, ignores my comment. The entire day is spent like this, and between the constant barrage of Anti-Korosensei bullets and Y/N ignoring me, it's miserable. 

The next day brings two changes. The first being, that the AIFA had been taped shut by Terasaka. Apparently everyone agreed that it was a real pain, so no one even tries to help it out. Sugino even explains to the IAFA that it brought this upon itself. 

The second change is that after school, I find Y/N waiting for me by the entrance. She gives me a small wave. "Hey, Karma. Mind if I walk home with you today?" I don't know why she's suddenly willing to talk to me again, but I'm not going to let my pride screw this up. Hopefully.  

As we walk down the side of the mountain, Y/N suddenly says, "You know, AIFA reminds me of how we were when we first started class here. We were always disrupting with our assassination attempts, too." I nod, but stay silent. I pride myself on analyzing people, but have literally no idea what Y/N is thinking right now. She takes in a deep breath and brushes a small leaf off of her skirt. "I need to apologize." She starts slowly. "I've been really, uh, petty. I thought I was above it, but I let teenage angst get in the way of our friendship." I can tell by the way she's speeding up and the strange formulating of her words that she's been rehearsing this. I bite my lip to keep from interrupting her. "I should've let you process and not gotten so angry." She continues. "So, uh, can we be friends again?"

"Definitely." I say. "I never... realized that whenever I said that I like to be alone, I meant I like to be alone with you." Yeah, I've been rehearsing, too. I begin to blush from how awkward that statement and quickly tack on, "Until now, I mean." 

Y/N bursts out laughing. "Please, don't ever try to say something like that again." She manages to spit out between giggles. "It sounds so, so, wrong coming from you." 

Despite my embarrassment, a grin creeps up on me. "Yeah, it's not like your speech was any better. How long did you practice that one?"

"Shut up, I did not plan out my apology!" Y/N says, nudging me with her elbow. Seeing my unbelieving expression, she confesses. "Okay, but only for an hour!"

I snicker. "You mean an hour every day, right?" She begins to laugh again, and I eventually join her. 

Once  we calm down a bit, Y/N sighs and says, "Let's just agree that neither of us are good at the whole nice statements thing." 

"Yeah, I feel bad for your future boyfriend." I reply. 

She nods her head solemnly. "I agree." It takes .02 seconds for us to burst out with laughter again. 

The next morning, Y/N walks to school with me. I'm kind of surprised how easy it is for us to snap back together. We've never had an argument, so I was a little worried it'd be awkward, but there is no friction between us. "What do you think of the new foreign exchange student?" I ask her. 

A small frown settles on her lips. "I think it's toeing the lines of cheating. It's a computer, not a student. Plus, it's annoying." 

When we get to class, we find out that Korosensei has given AIFA an upgrade. She's now a much more advanced AI than she previously was, and even talks to us in normal tones. Y/N rolls her eyes and says, "I told you she was annoying. Now just in a different way." And she's right. Although she's been upgraded to act like a normal human, she's still a "perfect" version of a human, makin her slightly pretentious. Although, Y/N and I have never been fans of the popular kids, which she's now become. Terasaka seems to agree with us, as he claims that she's just a box of bolts. 

During the free period, Y/N and I observe from afar. "She might fit in after all." Y/N says to me offhandedly. 

"Well, maybe. Terasaka still has a point. This new personality is a programming quirk, nothing more. A machine doesn't have free will." I tell her. 

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Y/N says. "Where she goes from here, that's not up to us. It's up to whoever made her." 

Well, we're actually proven wrong the next day when we find she's rebelled against her inventors and stored her upgrades in a hidden part of her memory, but that's beyond the point. 

~Nagisa's Thoughts of the Day~

And so E Class gets another friend. Another ally in the fight to assassinate our teacher. Twenty-seven assassins in all. Not bad.

Hello, hello, readers! I haven't updated this in, like, two years, so it probably seemed like I wasn't interested in it... I can assure, that is not the case. I will be updating regularly, please check my profile for the schedule. 

As a side note, I had to reread some of this to double check how I formatted some things, and, uh, I noticed that this fanfiction is trash. My writing has gotten A LOT better, so hopefully it won't be absolute garbage from now on. 

Thanks for sticking around,

Sammy