Okay, first off: Merry Christmas everyone! May you all have a very joyous Christmas and New Year!

All the favorites, follows and reviews I received are probably the best Christmas present I could receive as a writer. So thank you everyone! That being said, this will be the last chapter I'll post on any of my stories for the remainder of the year cause I intend to spend time with my family this Holiday break.

Also, I'm in need of a Beta Reader. So PM me if you are willing to proof-read this story. Again, thank you!

Now with that out of the way, here's Chapter 6! Enjoy!

"Would you kindly tell me where I can find this man?" she purred, pointing to a small photo held in her gloved hand.

This statement could have been taken as is with nothing more needed to be explained. It certainly would have, had not the speaker been holding her addressee at knife-point; the kunai held softly firm to the exposed neck of her unwilling victim backed against the tree bark. He chocked slightly under her kind yet ruthless gaze, sputtering in a messy manner as he began pleading for his life much to her annoyance and amusement of her comrades who she could hear chuckling from the safety of the branches, cloaked in the shadows of the night.

She'd deal with them later; maybe a few hundred laps as training would suffice. She shook her head; no she would not become like that. It seemed that Anko had affected her way too much with their many interactions in their small group. Kurenai would not approve, Hana would laugh her ass off and Anko would have screamed in victory and bought herself dango and red bean soup as her prize.

Uzuki Yugao shook her head slightly, trying to concentrate on the mission at hand. She could ponder on those things later back at the village; to herself of course, Kami forbid what the girls would do if they found out.

"I'm not going to ask again," she murmured, her hot breath softly cascading in waves against her target's ear. Her target shivered.

"He'd kill me..." he pleaded, whimpering under her tight gaze. "Please I have a family-!"

Yugao licked her lips behind her mask slightly.

"Should have thought of that before you gave him the information, now didn't you?" she whispered, voice barely heard yet ominous as the shadows that coated her figure.

The man collapsed, his legs giving out beneath him as he knelt on the ground; his eyes wide and brimming with fear.

"Kusa..." he whispered. "I heard he was in Kusa..."

'Mission complete,' the purple-haired Anbu member mentally smirked. She clasped her target's face, guiding his eyes to meet hers through the holes on her Neko mask.

"See, was that so hard?" she gently jabbed the kunai into his chest, the metal blade slipping beneath her target's ribcage as warm, wet blood seeped through his gushing wound, staining the man's shirt crimson red. His eyes grew larger in shock, a trickle of blood escaping his lips. The Neko Anbu knelt next to him, whispering softly in his ear in a show of slight pity and mercy.

"Thank you,"

She reached up with one hand, and slowly closed his eyes as the bleeding man keeled over, his breathing shallow as blood dripped from his chin and staining the ground below.

It was slow, yet painless.

"Bury me... burn me..." he coughed out. "So that... he won't find me..."

All the Anbu could do was nod in reluctance. All the man could do in return was nod, smiling slightly before his breathing stilled; Yugao offered a silent prayer for the man's soul even when he was not really deserving of it. It was the humane thing to do.

Yugao felt a hand tap her shoulder.

"Senpai... we should be heading back," Kuma told her softly. "We have what we need."

Yugao nodded, standing back up to her full height; looking into the treeline knowing her teammates were hidden within the shadows of the leaves in the darkness of the night. She wasn't recruited into the Anbu for nothing.

"Bury the body," she ordered calmly, slipping her kunai back into her weapon's pouch. "Leave no traces,"

"Hai taichou! (Yes captain!)" they chorused, her comrades appearing around her, already getting to work in the form of their Shunshins.

Yugao chuckled and with one hand-seal later, she was gone in a swirl of leaves.

"Mission complete Hokage-sama,"

Hiruzen puffed smoke from his pipe in approval from behind his desk as he looked out beyond the window of the Hokage tower, down on to the village wrapped in the shades of the evening. His gaze froze longingly at one building in particular among the the rest.

"Well done Yuugao; at least now we have a lead..." the elderly Hokage shook his head. "Jiraiya's spy network will be working at full-speed now with this information. You have done this village a great service, I owe you a thank you."

The purple haired woman shook her head. "No thanks is necessary Hokage-sama; I was merely doing my duty."

Hiruzen chuckled. "Even still, grant me this request not as the Hokage but as this old and tired man; I want you to take a break and relax. Work is good and all, but the mind and body needs a steady balance between rest and work."

Yugao spluttered behind her mask. "Hokage-sama, I'm afraid that isn't possible in this situation." she protested. "I have quite a bit of paperwork needed to be filled out back at headquarters, and I still have to file the written mission report-"

"Which I have asked Tenzo to do in your place with the Hokage's approval; and I will ask Okami to write the mission report for you." the Sandaime interrupted her. "You deserve the rest after the amount of stress you've been piling onto your shoulders Yugao..."

The Neko Anbu clenched her fist. "But..."

"No ifs, ands or buts in this case Yugao-chan," Hiruzen sighed, puffing on his pipe slowly. "I'm getting too old for this; I'm just making sure you don't end up doing the same."

As much as she tried, she could simply not look up at the elderly village leader.

"Hai Hokage-sama..."

Sarutobi smiled before a thought dawned on him as he turned around and bent into his drawer, searching through it for something of importance. "Also, I have one last request, consider it your holiday mission; it will be completely off the book."

"Eh? What mission?"

All she got was a folder in response. Gingerly taking it from the Hokage's hand, the purple-haired Anbu quickly leafed through the folder; she browsed the documents and reports located within, her eyes widening with every page turned.

"I know I'm asking a lot from you," Hiruzen admitted, taking his seat facing her with a serious demeanor. "But I wouldn't trust this mission with you if I didn't believe you had the appropriate skills and mind set required for it."

Yugao took of her mask and blinked blankly at the Hokage, who she could tell was smiling with glee behind his serious visage. She knew the habits the old man had developed and his mannerisms all too well with the number of times she was stationed in this office for guard duty.

"Let me get this straight..." she pinched the bridge of her nose before locking eyes with the expectant village leader. "You want me to teach at the Academy...?"

If you were to enter the classroom of Class A you'd think that it was your run-of-the-mill classroom. That, however, was not the case for this classroom filled with most definitely not ordinary students. Make no mistake, while the students looked regular to the untrained eye; these students were shinobi. And this,

"Hey did you hear that we're getting a new teacher today...?" Fujimori Kenta murmured off-offhandedly.

"Yeah," his fellow student and seatmate Hirata Kyo nodded fervently. "For what though? Iruka-sensei already has our Physical training covered, and Koro-sensei has pretty much everything else."

"Does this mean that they're possibly replacing someone?" Hiroshima Fumiko joined their conversation, voicing her own question on the topic; drawing the attention of most of the class along with it.

"Hey, don't come off like that! There's no way they're getting rid of Iruka-sensei, much less Koro-sensei." Inuzuka Kiba heatedly replied, Akamaru barking his agreement. "They're the best teachers I've ever had; I'm pretty sure everyone here feels the same way."

"Don't get me wrong Kiba," Fumiko immediately shook her head in denial. "I feel the same as you do, but it's not really up to us who gets to teach; and since the council is out of the question, that just leaves Hokage-sama with the decision."

Naruto snorted.

"Yeah right, I've known Jiji for a really long time and I know that's not the way he thinks." Here, the Uzumaki made use of air quotes, imitating the voice of his surrogate grandfather . "'It'd interfere with our training and progress' or something is what he'd most likely say."

Many nodded their shared agreements.

"We do have to take Naruto-kun's opinion into account." Chinatsu said, hand cupped under her chin thoughtfully. "He's known Hokage-sama the longest and the best among us all."

"So... what option does that leave us with? A new subject?" the Inuzuka snorted with mirth. "With our schedule, no way it'd fit! Koro-sensei'd throw a fit if he didn't get enough time to play cat-and-mouse with us."

"I think you mean kill-the-target..." Jirou corrected.

Kiba waved his classmate off. "Tomato-potato, same thing. That reminds me; has anyone come up with any new ways to kill sensei today?"

This was their assassination classroom.

Many of them shook their heads in disappointment.

"Not any that would work anyway," Shikamaru commented nonchalantly. "Pretty sure everyone took into account that with how fast sensei can move, his reaction speed coupled with his regeneration factor; it pretty much shuts down a lot of our individual plans from the get-go."

Akimichi Choji blinked. "Shikamaru... that's the longest sentence I've ever heard you speak. And we've been friends for a long time,"

All the chubby boy got as a response from his pineapple-headed friend was a quiet groaned-out "Mendokusai...", earning chuckles from the crowd of students.

"He's right though..." to their shock, Uchiha Sasuke sat next to Aburame Shino and put his two cents in. "Individually, we have no chance at beating sensei."

The Uchiha heir glanced praisingly at the Nara. "Really?"

The Nara groaned once more.

"So what you're saying is..." Naruto cupped his hand under his chin, brows scrunched in concentration. "We have to work together to get him?"

Sasuke nodded, switching his gaze from the Uzumaki to the collective class. "Good work dobe. As much as I hate to admit it; there's no way any of us can take sensei down alone. We have to work together."

"That's rich coming from you,"

"I don't really care much for all this," for emphasis, the Uchiha waved his hand and gestured to the classroom. "But if we want to kill sensei, there's no other way to do it best than to work as a team."

"Correct!"

The class shrieked and jumped back in unison, scrambling about to find lost footing in their panic.

"Sensei?!"

"Nurufufufu..." Koro-sensei laughed, clasping his tentacles together in an approving manner. "You are all correct in your assumptions. Individually, none of you have any chance of hitting, much less killing me. However, together you have a better chance than the entire Anbu force of every village."

"In unity you find strength; and when there is teamwork and collaboration accompanied by enthusiasm and understanding, great things can be achieved among so very few. These are the founding roots in which Konoha and its philosophy of The Will-of-Fire was built upon."

Koro-sensei's face turned a familiar shade of red. "Continue to grow, and I am sure that you will reach your goals. Ones that include killing me I hope," their teacher laughed. "Until then, I will still be your teacher. And so will Iruka-san; I'm sure he's grown quite fond of this class as I have."

Toyoda Nobuyuki shook his head, amused. "The bell hasn't even rung yet and you're already giving a lecture. You sure are something else sensei..." he trailed off.

Koro-sensei simply shook his head and laughed once again.

"An educator never misses an opportunity to teach. A true educator is not simply a person who is there every 8:00 every morning and leaves at the final crack of the bell. We who guide you, and show you the right path and not just tell you where to go."

He then raised once tentacle in a knowing manner. "And if you must know, neither I nor Iruka-san are getting replaced; we are simply getting a new teacher to have lessons alongside Iruka-san during Physical training. In other words, we'll be kicking it up a notch."

"Huh? What do you mean sensei?"

"Nurufufu..." their teacher laughed. "Class, it's about time we truly showed you how to use Chakra."

"Hello, my name is Uzuki Yugao; I'm here as the assisstant Physical Instructor to Iruka-san. My assignment entails that I give lessons alongside Iruka-san, primarily your Chakra training during the course of your studies., and be the 'model' for the Kunoichi in this class. I hope we can work well together."

The class balked at the purple-haired kunoichi.

They were out on the training field for the physical portion of their education, which was regularly scheduled with Iruka-sensei after two periods with Koro-sensei in the classroom. Once they had arrived, they were greeted by not only their physical instructor, but also by a new face who had been in deep discussion with Iruka before the class accompanied by Koro-sensei had arrived.

"Let me give you the short version: She's here as my assistant to teach you about advanced Chakra techniques. And since Hokage-sama was worried that we would not produce kunoichi that have knowledge in their specific arts since you only have two teachers who are both male; so he decided to kill two birds with one stone and made Yugao here your teacher." Iruka summerized.

"Ano..." Chiasa raised her hand. "Iruka-sensei, I thought you said you'd give us the short version?"

'Only you Chiasa...' the class sweatdropped in unison.

Iruka blushed slightly and cleared his throat. "A-Anyway, we decided to formally start your training today with one simple exercise; we'll be teaching you to climb trees."

Sakura raised her hand in confusion. "Sensei, we already know how to climb trees; it was taught last year."

All of the students nodded in agreement.

Before Iruka or Yugao could open their mouths to speak, Koro-sensei took the initiative and addressed the class.

"Ah yes, we saw your curriculum last year." he intoned in a knowing manner. "However, can you do it without your hands?"

And to their amazement, Koro-sensei approached one of the many trees that littered the training grounds of the Academy and slowly slithered up a tree trunk laughing all the way at their dumbfound and awed expressions. Iruka coughed to gain their attention again.

"Yes, as your sensei demonstrated, which by the way is our job," Iruka spoke, his eyebrow twitching. "That is the Tree Walking exercise, it is a simple technique which all shinobi can use efficiently. It's basically a must for our line of work."

Yugao nodded. "It allows for a great many things such as infiltration, information gathering, hiding and the field that this class is most likely to specialize in considering your circumstances,"

For emphasis she gave Koro-sensei a sharp look. To his credit, Koro-sensei didn't even bat an eyelash; if he had any at all in the first place.

"Assassination,"

She clapped her hands, smiling joyfully at her now-students. "So... who wants to go first?"

There was a deafening silence that you could hear a pin drop as the class seemed to stand still as if frozen in time. To their trained eyes however, they could pick up the slightest shift in movement and the silent shuffling of feet.

'They're worried they might not be able to do it...' Iruka realized, and looking over to his colleagues he knew they had come to the same realization. Before he could even speak, Koro-sensei once again spoke.

"All who are able to complete this exercise by today will be exempted from the next History quiz," he cheerfully announced.

Iruka and Yugao would have been trampled over if they were not seasoned shinobi by the hoard of stampeding students who were quickly claiming trees to practice on and began running up the tree trunks only to fall on their backs. The two human teachers sweatdropped.

'Is this what a literal assassination classroom is...?' Yugao question a bit of her sanity. She heard a chuckle beside her, seeing the scar-nosed Tokubetsu Jonin laugh at the situation at hand. A giggle escaped her lips and she blushed. Iruka glanced at her with a knowing smile, before nodding.

He walked off, approaching the students and began conversing with them as he offered them slight bits of information on how to do the technique.

"You have to focus your chakra to the soles of your feet." The scar-nosed shinobi informed them. "Too little, you fall off. Too much, you get blown off. It's all about finding the right amount of chakra you need."

'Maybe this won't be so bad...'

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the classroom adviser of the class sitting comfortably on one of the branches of the trees, laughing with a small box of sweets and glass filled with a drink as he watched over their students from above.

Yugao chuckled before walking off to do the same.

Today was a good day for Class A; with many more sure to come.

Kobayashi Atsushi was not a difficult person to describe. He was cunning as he was charismatic and kind, and rightly so. He was born and raised on the aristocratic side of life, living his younger years as a carefree and spoiled child with a good sense of morals of what was right from wrong. He had never let his family's fortune or social standing dissuade his views, so much as to donate half of his share of the family fortune when he reached legal age to the needy.

He sponsored many charitable foundations and liked to spend time with his family in the comforts of his two-storey house, even inviting the homeless in during the holidays and allowing them room until they saw fit. He always made sure his help composed of two maids would attend to their needs and make them feel welcome in his home. He was a veritable saint; people praised him, and loved him.

Life was good.

Before he went to bed, he payed a visit to his children's shared bedroom like he did every night; telling them a story before tucking them into bed for the night until the sun woke the sky the following day.

"Oyasuminasai (Good night)..." he whispered, kissing his children's foreheads with a tender touch, to his children's incessant giggles. By the time he had looked again, his children had already fallen into sleep's calming embrace. He chuckled, quietly stepping out of the bedroom; closing the door behind him.

He slid underneath the covers upon arriving at his bedroom, making sure to snake his arms around his loving wife to her surprise. He snuggled in, his nose on her hair breathing in her strawberry-cinnamon scent.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" he murmured against her neck, causing a pleasant shiver running through his most beloved's spine.

"Enough that I'd be as rich as you," his wife Arisu retorted teasingly, flipping over to face her husband; running her slender fingers on his chiseled face. "Even then I'd still have change,"

"Then I'm all the happier to make you richer," he replied earnestly, grasping her hand and kissing it gently.

Arisu giggled slightly, softly grasping her husband's hand; guiding it to her bare stomach. "You already have," she whispered gently, caressing her flat abdomen gently; her voice soft and mellifluous to his graced ears.

His eyes widened as he gaped to his still smiling wife.

"Y-You mean...?" he pointed to her stomach blankly, to the deadpan and amused stare of his wife. "I-I'm gonna... again...?"

Arisu giggled into her hand. "Look at it this way; this time it's not twins so we can share diaper duty."

Atsushi breathed a sigh of praise and relief, once again to the bemused reaction of his wife. "Thank Kami-sama...!"

The overjoyed man quickly rose from his bed, whopping with great joy with his wife laughing at him. He rushed downstairs, proclaiming that it was a cause for celebration and dashed to the kitchen, fetching a glass of wine proclaiming to the help the joyous news while doing so.

When he reached their bedroom again, no longer was his wife in their bed. He frantically looked around, before spotting the door to the balcony ajar. He walked to the balcony, his wife leaning against the railing under the light of the moon under the night sky.

He placed the bottle down on a table on the balcony before wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"I love you..."

He could hear her giggle, before unwrapping his arms around her and quickly grabbing the bottle from the table, taking two small glass from the same table and pouring some in both before handing one to her husband.

He smiled and took the glass, raising it in the air as a toast in celebration.

"A toast; to life and love." His wife giggled but nodded nonetheless. He chuckled and brought the glass to his lips.

And then pain. He could feel a violent slash go against his unprotected throat, as he began to choke on his quickly spilling blood; his hand falling limp and the sound of shattering glass was heard. He could vaguely hear his wife suddenly scream in panic, before a dark figure quickly rushed her, before suddenly appearing standing on the railing with a small glass filled with wine already raised to his lip.

Atsushi's eyes widened in horror as he could do nothing as helplessly watch his wife's stricken look, blood across her neck before it gave way and her head was completely severed from her body.

All he saw before darkness overtook his vision was a pair of cyan-colored eyes gaze at him lifelessly and their owner speaking one word.

"Weak..."

And then nothingness.

"By the way, Kiba-san..."

"Yeah?"

"A tomato isn't a potato. I'd just like to clear that up."

"..."

And there we go! Chapter 6 of Unkillable finished and done! Please leave a review, comment or critique! Just for this Christmas!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed. Again, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all! This is Sensei, signing off!