An Assassin's Luck - Miraculous & AssClass || DISCONTINUED

--- Chapter 1 - New (Possibly Psycho) Teacher ---

Marinette P.O.V.

Adrien reached his hand out to me.

"Come on!" he said, giving me his "toothpaste commercial" smile. I blushed and took his hand. He pulled me along into a field of glowing pink flowers, gently laughing, and I found myself giggling too.

A hole appeared. All my surroundings went dark. He fell through the hole and his last words before he disappeared were, "I never loved you anyway! You're not my friend, I hate you!"

RING! - RING! - RING!

I bolt up in cold sweat. Breathing heavily, I flop back down on my loft.

I-It was just a dream. Phew.

I turn on my side, lazily stretching out to check my alarm clock.

"Hmm. School starts in ... 15 MINUTES!"

Tikki flys up to me from her perch on my pillow.

"I tried waking you up, but you were fast asleep," she says while helping me get dressed.

Hastily brushing my teeth, I look at her and say, "Seriously?!" but it came out more like, "Mphm-mhn-smm?!"

Almost tumbling down the stairs, I make my way down to the bakery, where a croissant lay on the counter. I scramble through the mass of customers during the morning rush to kiss my mom and dad on the cheek. I pick up my lunch and dash out while yelling goodbye to my parents.

I check my phone. Okay. 5 minutes. I can do this. I book it, using my Ladybug-speed to run across the street, through the courtyard, and up the stairs to my classroom. Collapsing in my seat next to Alya, I mentally high-five myself as the bell rings.

"Made it!" I sigh, holding my fist in the air.

"Chill girl," Alya says, turning around to face me. "You look like you've run a marathon." I giggle at her, sit up in my seat, and still slightly panting, give my attention to Ms. Bustier, who is calling roll.

"Nino?"

"Here, dudette."

"Adrien?"

"Present."

"Chloé?"

"Present."

"Sabrina?"

"I'm here!"

TIMESKIP

Ms. Bustier put down her clipboard and clasps her hands together. "Okay, class. We have a new gym teacher." She turns to the door and calls, "Come introduce yourself!"

A.N. I'm pretty sure about half of you have an inkling about who it is... If you can't guess, it will be revealed in the next few paragraphs. Such a plot twist.

A man with a round figure comes in. He's tall and would've looked normal if it weren't for the scratches running down the sides of his face. All in all, he's creepy. Very creepy.

Alya leans over to me and audibly whispers, "What do you think is up with the scratches? Hm? This could be the scoop I'm looking for!"

After the initial shock wears off, murmurs fill the room.

Ms. Bustier looks uncomfortable for a moment but quickly recovers. "Now, is that how we greet someone, class?"

Everyone choruses, "Hello, nice to meet you." Well, most of the class did. We're all looking at you, Chloé.

The man laughs heartily. "It's okay, kids. I know I don't look too pretty. Don't worry. My name's Mr. Takaoka, and I'll be your new gym teacher. We'll all be a family!" An insane look gleams in his eyes. I don't think anyone else could tell, but I did. Being Ladybug does have its perks. Tikki shifts nervously in my purse. If Tikki, the ladybug kwami, A.K.A. a mini GODDESS is nervous, there's definitely something to worry about.

I decide to wait and see if Mr. Takaoka was an actual threat or not. Though he seems pretty harmless, I can tell that something was ... off.

Ms. Bustier breaks me out of my train of thought. "Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself, Mr. Takaoka?"

He chuckles again, and merrily replies, "Well, I used to work for the government by training agents, but I'm a little too old for that now. So, I've decided to become a gym teacher! I don't have that much experience with schoolchildren, but I'm sure it'll be fine."

Murmurs fill the room yet again. Ms. Bustier clears her throat and asks, "Does anyone have any questions for Mr. Takaoka?"

Everyone titters apprehensively.

A.N. Yes, "titters" is a real word. Go ahead and look it up if you don't believe me. (REFERENCES!!!)

Finally, an annoying, high-pitched voice rings out. "EW! What's with those ugly scars!" Lowering her voice, she snickers, "I bet even with the scratches, you would still look hideous!" Fortunately and unfortunately, Chloé voiced all our thoughts. Sort of. I mean, we're all probably wondering what happened to him, but no one would've ever actually said what she did.

I grimace, not unlike the rest of the class. Sure, something isn't right with him, but still. She has to have some nerve to talk like that to someone she just met!

I don't know how Mr. Takaoka stayed calm, but he merely smiles and says, "Oh, those? It's just something that happened on a job a while ago. It's nothing, really."

Alya raises her hand and blurts out, "What kind of job?" No doubt she was recording the conversation on her phone. Though she's a good reporter, Alya can be really nosy.

Mr. Takaoka winks, "Sorry, but that's classified."

Alya slumps in her chair. I sigh, but put my hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry. You'll get your scoop eventually," I whisper. 

She mouths back, "Thanks."

Mr. Takaoka P.O.V. (This is going to be really bad. Just giving you a heads up.)

Look at all these children! I'm going to be their new father. I can work them hard until they become lean, mean, killing machines, and if even half of them become strong, it'll be more than enough to kill that blasted octopus. I don't care if the other half breaks or not. I'll shame 3-E for kicking me out.

And Nagisa. Even thinking about that smile makes my blood boil. You'll be sorry, Nagisa. Just you wait. The plan is almost complete.

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Okay! The first chapter is done! Thanks for reading! 

I use too many exclamations...

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