Assassination Classroom Kanzaki Novels & Stories

The room was quieter now. Mona sat on the edge of the huge chair , her fingers loosely wrapped around the small box of cupcakes, her mind replaying everything that had just happened a little too vividly. The broken mirror. The blood. The way Kane had looked at her like she was the only thing anchoring him. She exhaled slowly, shaking her head like that might settle the thoughts. From behind the bathroom door, the steady sound of water filled the space. Kane.

Spencer would not be pleased that I downed his system and set his facilities on fire but what must be done will be done. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< “Psst!” No response. The spy seemed dead to me but I knew better. “Double-headed snake! It’s me. I know you’re not sleeping or unconscious.” Cass barely moved his lips but I heard him. “There are cameras around you idiot!” “Not anymore. I downed the system for a while and started a fire on the other end for a diversion. Spencer has his hands full.” Cass cracked up with amusement. “Clever.”

“I’ve watched TV and movies a lot since I got back from China.” Then they noticed Akima. The plan is to get her isolated from where the students are to the shed. They plan on doing it after school so that the students don’t notice. Then, Cai Kang and Kurai use their chi to sneak attack her in the school auditorium. They walked into the auditorium where Kurai immediately pinched his nose. “Ew, it smells like paint. They must be renovating the place.” Kurai said and it is clear he is getting nauseous.

The sight tickled her so much that she let out a small laugh, shocking everyone in the room, including herself. On the outside world, viewers from all walks of life couldn’t help but comment on what just occurred. Akiko Kanzaki was an emotionless assassin known to never show any expressions on her face. Yet, she was so easily disarmed by an unknown boy ranked last in Godfather High School! Earlier, Zen announced that he was no longer part of the Taro family. Without a family, this boy was free real estate! [The Godfather is intrigued by your ability to charm the Death Princess. You have been awarded 100 credits.]

"I can't believe I'm sitting in the same classroom with the murderer" "He might as well slit our throats and hide our bodies" "He's cute" "Disgusting attitude" "He should be in the mad house, not here" "How is he even here if he had spent most of his life in the madhouse?" "Alright, class. Be quiet! I do not want to hear any more statements about murderers or madhouses or you will be thrown out of my class!" Our teacher states and everyone falls quiet. I turn to look at Kang who has his head lowered slightly, his eyes squeezed shut. He looks so.....dejected.

She raised a finger and did some gestures to make the whole close snap out of their gaze. "We'll leave the introduction for later and just start the lesson" She said while walking over to the board to write the subject and the title. "Nice ass" Kazuma said unknowingly, after realizing what he said he close his mouth with his palm in shock at what he just said before. "What!!" Hearing this Kazuma looked up at Akane with a sorry kind of expression all written on his face. "Go out of my class and wait for me in my office, you're up for detention throughout today"

Stalker thing. “Hey!” As I enter the door, I saw 2 girls holding Zani from the back making her kneel on the floor, while the other girl who nominated Ms. Lee yesterday is pulling out all Zani’s things from her bag and rifting her notes into pieces. Ms. Lee is on her chair looking at how her friends hurts Zani and seems likes she’s enjoying the view so much. I traveled my eyes to the boys’ row and saw that they’re also worried about Zani but were just afraid of that Chinese ghost.

Police cars and ambulances wailed, blocking off the entire lecture hall area of the History department. A female student had jumped from a building, committing suicide. The victim was none other than Annie Foster. All students from the Art History class were asked to stay and give statements, as they were among the last people to have contact with the victim. Zoe stood in a corner of the hallway, silently observing. Her face was as expressionless as ever, only slightly paler. She recalled Annie’s desperate cry at noon, her hand curling slightly. If she had done something then, Annie might not have died...

Julian's good hand rested heavily on the chopper's exposed internal analog fuel line, his thumb completely depressing the trigger of a military grade thermal incendiary charge strapped directly to the primary tank. "But you forgot the most basic rule of an assassination, Zara," Julian smiled chillingly, blood coating his teeth. "You never leave the corpse in a room with an open exit."

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.