Chapter 1: Future

Hi! Hana here! I'm starting an Assassination Classroom fic.

Note: This'll just be a simple, fluffy one shot until further notice. Thank you for your cooperation. I intend to finish my other fics first.

I'm the type of person that loves anime too much…

Hey, Anisa-chi, if you're reading this, this is for you because you like this anime too! :)

So yeah, this is not really an AU. I set it in the future (because I did not see a lot of those fics) and everyone's grown up and everything.

THIS WAS WRITTEN WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF UP TO CHAPTER 176!

I'll write this and beg chapter 177 to come out. I swear, I was crying. And everyone who knows me will tell you that it's hard for me to cry. I mean, I didn't cry at Angel Beats! and everyone I knew was sobbing. Or Yui's death in SAO. I almost did. Almost.

The first chapter is just a bunch of scenes that are in order. Enjoy!

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The crackling audio over his earpiece was a constant for Nagisa Shiota. Always, always randomly pulling him into another mission.

It had been nine years after Class 3-E and the assassination of Korosensei. At 24 years old, Nagisa was one of the most talented people in the world.

He was an exceptional teacher, taking over Kunugigako from Director Asano, who allowed him, knowing that the octopus taught him well. His name had been broadcasted worldwide for creating the best educational system possible.

But by night, he was a highly respected assassin, a secret that close to no one knew. Going by the codename "Smile" and with the dark hood over his head that no one manages to peek under, he was a feared assassin and hitman, one that someone would close to never be able to hire.

After all, he had a school to attend to.

"Smile… a government official… at this address… has file." The barely audible voice of his client announced over the earpiece.

So, he had to get the file from a government official? One of his client's friends? And kill the target? Easy enough. Good thing, too. He still had tests to grade.

"Roger." He reported quietly. "I'll take care of it."

A dark figure illuminated by moonlight abruptly stood up from his perch on a rooftop, leaping off through the night.

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The screaming of her manager was a constant for Akari Yukimura. She gritted her teeth, annoyed.

It had been nine years after Class 3-E and the assassination of Korosensei. At 24 years old, Akari was one of the most talented people in the world.

She had absolutely no idea why, but she had decided to go back into acting. Changing her stage name from Haruna Mase to Kaede Kayano, she rose to the spotlight once more as a prodigious actress.

Though this time, she had also became a singer. She had lost contact with all her friends from Class 3-E, but she hoped that some of them were cheering her on.

Wherever they were.

"Kaede!" Her manager called irritably. The woman's head snapped up, brown eyes questioning.

"Did you finish the song?" She went on impatiently.

The song? What- Oh.

"Don't worry, I'll get right on it when I get home!" Akari replied hastily. She glanced at her shimmering wristwatch, noting that the time was getting late. "I'll take my leave now then, see you tomorrow!"

A dark figure slipped past all the paparazzi, continuing on her way home, unaware that she was being watched.

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The silence was a constant for Karma Akabane. No one ever decided to get in his way.

It had been nine years after Class 3-E and the assassination of Korosensei. At 24 years old, Karma was one of the most talented people in the world.

A government official that usually does most of his work behind the scenes. He felt proud to be able to say that he was a major factor that prevented a lot of disasters.

Though no one would ever know. All the people in his office building were instinctively imitated by him.

But he didn't need them. He already had someone else.

"Karma-kun?" The soft voice caused him to look up at the woman in front of him, as he leaned on the reception desk of the closed building.

She smiled softly, tilting her head, allowing some of her dark hair to shade her lavender eyes. "I'll be going home now. See you later?"

"See you at home, Manami-chan." He replied easily, a rare genuine smile gracing his face with no hint of his usual mischievous. Wait, never mind. "Can you make some more poisons if you have the time?"

"Sure." She leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, and with a quick wave of her hand, she was out the door, feet padding softly against the ground.

He grinned. Who needed colleagues when he had his wife?

A dark figure leaned against the desk, hands shoved in his pockets, gazing out at the night sky, twinkling with many stars.

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Karma didn't have to wait long. Less than a quarter of an hour later, a dark, cloaked figure entered the building, seemingly calm and relaxed, but Karma's trained eye could make out a slight wariness in his body. Of course. No one wouldn't be wary of entering a dark building at midnight.

Karma stood up straight, alerting the man to his presence. He seemed slightly surprised.

"Are you the assassin that my higher up asked me to meet with?" Karma asked easily. "You don't look like much." He knew not to underestimate the guy though.

"Looks can be deceiving." The voice was definitely masculine, despite the fact that its pitch was on the higher side, and quite familiar, though Karma could not place a finger on it. It was knowing, dangerous.

"May I gain your name, Assassin-san?" Karma smirked slightly.

"Smile, at your service." The voice replied emotionlessly.

Karma couldn't help being a bit taken aback. This was Smile? The top assassin in the world? That was who he was asked to work with?

Ok. This was probably someone that he wouldn't want to piss off.

"Here. This is the file." Karma's intellectual brain knew when or when not to give up. He handed it over, and a scarless, smooth, pale hand reached over to take it. He was a bit surprised. For such a formidable assassin, he should have some scars, right?

Smile just kept on surprising him.

"He's a drug dealer." Karma explained as the man glanced at the picture of the target. "He's also known for kidnapping many women." Karma wrinkled his nose in disgust. "In short, the usual villain."

"I see." Smile closed the file without sparing as much of a glance at it. "That's all I needed to know. Thank you for your assistance." Dismissing himself quickly, the cloaked man disappeared into the night.

Karma blinked, getting ready to head home. He couldn't shake off the feeling though, that the man was surprisingly familiar.

Something else was bothering him.

Before the man had disappeared completely out of sight, he thought he had spotted a flash of sky blue hair under the hood.

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Akari sighed in complete exasperation as she was dragged into an alleyway. Another fan kidnap attempt?

She was surprised, however, to see a rough, burly man gazing at her with a frightening expression in his eyes.

Those eyes that she recognized. The eyes from the underworld: drug dealers, assassins, the like.

She was too late in realizing that she had put her guard down. The moment the chloroform descended over her face, she was out.

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"...yano Kaede?" A soft voice asked above her. "Wake up, please."

Akari startled awake to see a man crouched over her, swathed in a dark cloak. Her guard was immediately up, prepared to defend herself from the shady man.

"Don't worry." The voice was calm, professional and weirdly familiar. He raised his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "I won't harm you. I was hired to assassinate your captor."

Not satisfied, the actress pulled out her small pistol, pointing it at the man. He was gone in an instant, but Akari felt cold metal pressing lightly against her skin.

"I really don't want to hurt you. I'm just trying to save you. My name is Smile, I was hired by the government."

Well, she really couldn't do much else with a knife pressed against her neck. She reluctantly lowered her gun. "Where are we?"

"This is your house, isn't it, Kayano-san?" The man asked, slightly amused. "I carried you back after killing my target."

"Oh. Thanks, I gue-" Then, a thought occurred to her. "Wait. How do you know where I li-"

But when she turned back to the man, he was already gone.

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"Ohayo gozaimasu, minna." Director Shiota entered Class 3-E, his worst class's, classroom.

"Ohayo, sensei." The class chorused back.

"Sensei. You look tired." A girl in the front of the class observed. Their principal did indeed have dark bags under his eyes. He scratched his head sheepishly.

"Well, I stayed up too late grading tests." He admitted with a sigh.

"Sensei~!" Half the class groaned in exasperation as he laughed.

"Alright, class, you've done better on this test…"

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"Nagisa!" A pink headed girl with sharp blue eyes called to her teacher as everyone else filed out the door. Unlike everyone else there, she called her teacher - and principal - very informally.

But he didn't mind. "Hey, Sakura." The young man smiled at the sixteen year old. "How are you?"

"How I am? How are you?!" She complained. "Are you overworking? You look so tired as of late."

Lies, lies, lies. "I'm fine, Sakura." The assassin gave a easy smile. Warm and kind. "You should be more worried about yourself. You can move out of this class soon and easily!"

She waved her hand dismissively. "I may have good grades from your help, but I'll just be sent back for beating up bullies." Though Class 3-E's original rules no longer apply, the conditions for joining the class remained the same. To get out of the class, one must score in the top 100 students.

"If you say so." The man sweat dropped. Like he had promised his mother, after graduation, he had cut his hair. It was no longer styled in those two pigtails, but they were more spiky.

"Are you going home, Nagisa-sensei?" She stressed the honorific playfully.

"Yeah, I am." He gathered his things. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah. And no more staying up late!" She yelled after him, causing him to chuckle.

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A text was alerted to his presence as soon as he arrived home. Curious, he removed his phone, widening his eyes at a number he hadn't seen in awhile.

Group Chat: Class 3-E

From: Yuuma Isogai

To: Karma Akabane, Taiga Okajima, Hinata Okano, Manami Okuda, Megu Kataoka, Akari Yukimura, Yukiko Kanzaki, Masayoshi Kimura, Hinano Kurahashi, Nagisa Shiota, Sousuke Sugaya, Tomohito Sugino, Koutarou Takebayashi, Ryuunosuke Chiba, Ryouma Terasaka, Rio Nakamura, Kirara Hazama, Sumire Hara, Rinka Hayami, Yuzuki Fuwa, Hiroto Maehara, Kouki Mimura, Takuya Muramatsu, Touka Yada, Taisei Yoshida, Ritsu, Itona Horibe

Hi guys! It's been way too long. Almost ten years since we all had last seen each other. Personally, anyway. I always see Nagisa and Kaede on the news, Karma sometimes too. And little bits of everyone else. I'm a diplomat now. How about we meet up? Perhaps at the old campus? Nagisa, as director, you can do something about that, right? Anyways, let's meet on Christmas. It'll be good to see some old friends again.

The text, which had been sent no less than five minutes ago, immediately got a number of positive replies. Kaede seemed to be planning to bribe her manager to get to it. Karma and Manami dropped the bombshell that they had a private marriage through the chat, causing immediate incredulous exclamations. Of course, Nagisa knew this already. He had been surprised yesterday at seeing Karma, but he had also seen Manami walk out. It made sense.

And this on depended on him. The fact that they could all meet up again was all based on him.

From: Nagisa Shiota

To: Class 3-E

Sure. I can reserve the mountains.

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Join Class 3-E in the future! Yay!

It's mostly just fluff this chapter, and new things will start in the next. By the way, Nagoya's codename is a reference to Kuroshitsuji XD.

Thank you for reading!

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~Hana