hello and welcome to my SI fic of assassination classroom

this was something ive been meaning to put online for a while so I hope you enjoy my journey being the councillor to a bunch of kids who have the responsibility of becoming trained killers!

I'm fucked

disclaimer I don't own this

onto the reading!

"English speaking"

"Japanese speaking"

Assassination, tis an art of the one of the highest calibres and is to be respected as such, or well thats what I understood when I watched the anime assassination classroom which is easily in one of my most top 10 fave animes ever.

But when well you may be thinking what does that having anything to do with well what I'm about to tell you?

Hehehehehe funny story

"i do not think I should watch this" I stated as calmly as I was able to

"sorry but we have no choice we must watch" replied my 'work associate' in his more or less always serious tone of voice

"its not that I'm worried about them, I'm more well embarrassed for them" I stated cringing as I watched the bullets fly through the air, or well BB's

"now that you mention it yes, but its not like either one of us can do any better" replied my 'work associate' as I shook my head

"look as far as I can see it hiring another guy from a different dimension isnt exactly protocol, or well one thats never worked with children or has the exact qualifications to even be helping them" I stated as I got a tired sigh in return

"agreed but it was either this or we lock you up for trespassing on high secret and government property"

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"well shit, now that you have put it in perspective I guess I really have no real choice" I said feeling a headache coming around as the actual situation wasn't bullshit it was the how I got here in the first place.

Flashback

Blinking in confusion I just simply stared as I found myself in the middle of well a large room filled with people looking official and well army like

"uuuuuuuh where the hell am I?" I questioned outloud as I all I got in response was a cheeky chuckle

Turning to the source my eyes went bug eyed as there standing at…7 8ft? Just well really tall was a yellow octopus with a grinning face as he looked well creepy as hell.

"um what the fuck?" I questioned

suddenly a voice filtered out of the octopus's mouth that sounded well japanese and hearing different kinds of gasps all around the room I kinda got well nervous

"whats going on?" I questioned as the octopus just giggled in response

It was almost like he was giggling at me on purpose, like he was using me as an example, of what was something I wasn't too sure about but I had a distinct feeling I have seen this…..thing before somewhere and with that type of familiarity I was more on edge than ever

Cause for all I know this thing might be one of my uncles, the maori side uncles

But then again I don't think they would be all that stoked for being a giant tall ass octopus monster, but then again I don't think their misses would mind all that much with the way they'd use those tentacles

Elgh and now I feel like throwing up gross.

Flashback end

After that everything kind of went down hill from there as I was now appointed as the octopus's assistant/youth councilor

Basically it meant I was supposed to help out the octopus out with teaching as well as helping the students….come to terms with the way their lives were heading towards and help them suss it out.

All in all was I happy with this?

No, no I was not in fact I was against it for a good 30 seconds until they mentioned the words 'maximum' and 'prison'

If there was one thing I wasn't going to be going it was prison, one place my momma said I should never go and I mean ever!

So here I am against my will as the memories of my favorite anime pops up and reminds me of certain times and etc etc

I think you get the gist of it

SI working with the CANON class and making sure that they get the best possible ending, while hoping at some point the octopus sends me back home as he used some bullshit theory of space time bullshit to randomly grab and pull me here.

So yeah basically every SI cliche trope you could ever think of basically placed me here.

Was I happy?

I think I just answered that one before but I'll say it again no, no I am not happy.

"well whenever you get the chance, use these on him" my 'work associate' stated holding out a simple pistol in one hand and a green plastic combat knife

"why are you giving me something to kill the literal only thing that can take me home?" I asked watching as….kurasuma(took me a while to remember his name sorry) just stared at me hard for a couple seconds until I gave a quick eye roll and took the two items in both hands

"fine but if I end up in prison afterwards I'm going to be pissed beyond all belief" I stated slipping the replica 1911 pistol int eh back of my waist line as it was stuck in place by the belt and fabric.

With the knife I casually just slipped it up my sleeve and I knew for a fact that if it was going to slip out it was going to slip out but not like I cared or anything

"alright well if you need me I'll be in my office snoozing" I said as I lazily moved through the hallway with my hands dipped into my coat pockets as I knew I had nothing better to do until later

(just a quick profile on myself)

Profile:

Name: Hamish no known last name given

Age: 19

Height: 6'2

Body type: muscularly large but a bit unfit

Scars/tattoos: only small nick like scars around his arms and legs.

Hair: short curly brown hair, has a small goatee

Nationality: New Zealand European, has white but tanned skin

Personality: usually he was more happy go lucky and had a more open view and cared for everyone and everything around him, but since hes been here in japan he has just turned into nothing more than a husk of his former self.

Background: dragged from his home dimension Hamish now hopes and lives to see the day when the culprit AKA his co worker decides to put him back home, and until then he works as an off and on again teaching assistant and class E's personal school councilor, usually spending his days in his office alone and hoping none of class E decided they'd need counciling Hamish happily(or as happy as you can get from him currently) snoozes off most of the day and at night he just goes into the city for half the night walking around seeing the sites and goes back to his apartment afterwards. All in all boring as you would expect from him

But can you really blame him for being this boring?

Clothes:

on the job: a white science coat, black t shirt, blue jeans held up by a brown belt and finally a pair of gray and white DC sneakers

Off the job: gray zip up hoody, blue t shirt, black cargo pants, same shoes.

End profile

Sighing to myself I silently hoped no one was going to barge into my office while I snoozed

Said office was a small 5 by 6 room, had a desk, wheelie chair and finally a nice sofa chair which I was currently using for my snoozes as well as a single bed

The room itself may not be all that big but I appreciated it none the less and it was on the other side of the classroom as well meaning I didn't have to really listen to when everyone was going ballistic with the octopus.

You now that I think about it, if this was a fanfic I think the memory trouble I'm having is some sort of plot like device meant to make not only my character seem more appealing and more or less interesting that way the readers would be more committed to read more and more watching as more and more of my character slowly changes by the oncoming events that will appear later on in the series.(hehehe foreshadowing much?)

Meh not like it true or not…right?

*knock knock*

Sighing I disregarded the idea while I sat up looking at the door that lead out to the hallway the Japanese door showed a familiar shadow just outside, oh great must be a student.

I thought I wasn't going to get any students until like I don't know episode two or maybe it was three uuuuuh shit fucking memory fucked up on itself

"sigh who is it?" I said giving up on the memory thing until it actually pops up

"um excuse me um sensei?" oh yeah shit forgot everyone in the class speaks Japanese shit

"ahem sorry who is it?" I questioned in Japanese, thankfully the octopus was kind enough to give me all the lessons I would ever need to speak and understand Japanese, the writing or kanji was hard to understand but you can thank my dyslexia for that one and not me being lazy this time.

"ano sensei I was wondering if I could talk to you about something" the voice said as the door opened up and revealed it to be…. that blue haired kid that I can never remember his name, shit it will come to me later, thats something I was sure about about but until then I'm just going to have to rely on the words kid for now

"what can I do to help ya kid?" I questioned lazily leaning back onto my sofa chair comfortably as the blue haired kid smiled at me politely

"I was wondering if you could help me with me this" the kid slowly held his hand out holding a piece of paper

Tilting my head in confusion I took the paper in my hands and blinked as I saw that it was just simple English homework, mainly hand writing and seeing as it looked their was quite a bit of blanked out spots, most likely the kid was supposed to figure out which English word goes where, huh something I used to do in primary, and this wasn't too hard considering the octopus already gave you most of the words except for a couple

"at first I tried to do it on my own but after a while things just didn't well add up and well with sensei going through with everyone he decided I should come to you" the kid said as I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes for a couple seconds

Isnt this kid supposed to be like really smart? And he cant understand this?

Either this is a trap to make me get more out of my apparent metaphoric shell or this is a ligament thing

"sigh alright sit down and grab a pen" I said standing up and going over to my desk, meh if this wasnt ligament then fine I'll play your games octopus this time but next you better be ready for mine

"ok lets start with your punctuation…."

Linebreak

"what the hell did I just miss?" I questioned casually standing at the door of the classroom as the octopus basically stood over a couple of students looking all well terrifying

Oh wait hold I remember this moment, this is when the thug looking guy decided to use the blue haired kid as a suicide bomber and well octopus didn't really like the whole morals behind such an action.

"ah sensei Hamish, sorry about the noise I was just lecturing the entire class on assassinations, would you like to give your own view?" the octopus questioned me

"sure uh well class, if you can do silent then cool but if you cant well, don't be like these guys and outright try to gloat or anything, I mean just cause you said screw the stealth and decide to go out loud and 'kill' your target make sure before you officially leave that your target it actually dead first, I mean I've played a couple games where I thought I killed my target and suddenly I found it that hes just mortally wounded and is actually nowhere near dead, kind of a annoying if I think about it" I muttered to myself as I remembered a couple times that happened to me, mainly from the hitman series.

"i couldn't have put it better myself Sensei Hamish, now then I apologize for the disturbance" the octopus stated as I shrugged and leaned my back against the door frame as I remembered his small speech was something to be awe inspiring or something like that, damn memory issues.

"well then if you don't need me then I'm going back to my office" I said back in english as the octopus nodded in understanding as I casually turned and stretched my arm, I accidentally stretched a bit too quickly.

You remember that one I hid in my sleeve?

Yeah that went flying, and sliced two tentacles off

Everyone went silent as I froze and had a wide eyed expression, whoops!

"i uh sorry" I said as I awkwardly slide the door closed and casually walked back to my office

That was interestingly weird

Linebreak

Looking back on it now maybe I shouldnt have checked the class before hand

"so you officially cut two of the octopus's tentacles?" karusuma stated as he casually stood in the middle of my office

"well actually in some terms I'm pretty sure and everyone would saw it, I accidentally flung that knife in the air, the fact it cut two of the octopus's tentacles is a miracle" I stated plain as all day

"yes a miracle but you don't usually see those everyday, but thats not really the reason why I've come in right now" karusama said throwing a brown file onto my desk

"im actually here to tell you to do your job, you see theres a student that will be coming in tomorrow and he was just recently suspended for some more or less violent behavior so your job will be to well being an actual counselor" kurasama stated as I just stared blankly at the file for a couple seconds as I read the name

Karma huh? Oh yeah I remember him gotta say one of my favorite characters ever and I get to meet him tomorrow, well this will be interesting

"alright I'll take care of him" I said leaning back in my seat casually

"well be warned he doesnt exactly have the best track record with authority"

"snort yeah well guess me and him will get along swell then" I said opening the file out as I saw his profile picture

Red hair yellow eyes, yep I remember him now

"well then I'll leave you to it then" kurasama stated walking out of my office as I was finally left alone

"guess things will be getting more and more interesting from now on" I stated quietly to myself as I looked out of the window and watched blankly as the sun slowly set into the horizon.

well I hoped you liked chapter 1 cause there will be more later on

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