Summary: The location, Class 3-E, the job, kill Korosensei before graduation. What once had been a normal, if not awful, day to day existence, now has become something strange and joining this growing crew of strangeness is a girl who creeps around like a spider on its web, awaiting its prey. A snowy arachnid.

Author Note: Hello, everyone! For those of you who know me, good to see you again! For those of you who don't know me, just call me Kyandi-sama. I originally came across the anime by chance and asked my little sister to download the episodes for me. Unknown to me, until I watched the first of the episodes she got me...she had only gotten from episode 14 up. So, even not knowing what the hey was going on, I still loved it. And thus Takina came to be. So, yeah, compliments are greatly appreciated, constructive criticism is thanked, but please, don't flame me. If you feel like you must flame me...walk away. Save us both a lot of time and just walk away, please and thank you! So, with that, please enjoy and review. I do not own Assassination Classroom.

Chapter 1 Welcome to Class 3-E

Class 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High School.

Home of the rejects and delinquents.

Those of Class 3-E fall within the five percent of students that have fallen so far behind in the educational world that there's deemed to be no recovery for them. As such, they are ostracized and sent off campus to a building set at the top of a mountain where they can't be seen or heard by the other students. There, they are left to rot into educational oblivion.

That was before the appearance of a very odd teacher.

Once a class of rejects, 3-E is now a class of assassination.

And the target is their sensei, Korosensei.

During the time since Korosensei had taken over, a lot had changed in E Class. The first being how the class ran. Grades became something that all of them, well most, began to strive for. The second would be the arrival of a particularly devious classmate, Karma. And the third would be the addition of two new teachers, Karasuma and Irina.

For the most part, since the arrival of their new English teacher, the class had fallen into a somewhat norm. Well, as normal as it got in their class. Today found the class outside, running through drills with Karasuma. The whole time, Korosensei sat off to the side, moping and pouting because he feared that Karasuma was replacing him as the favorite teacher.

After a few weeks of this, the students had learned to ignore his pouting.

It wasn't until after they had finished their drills and were about to be dismissed to their next class that Karasuma decided to inform them of an upcoming change in their class arrangement. Standing before them as they sat on the grass, waiting to hear what he had to say, Karasuma didn't beat about the bush.

"We have a new student joining us today." he informed the class.

At first, the students merely exchanged looks before Isogai raised his hand to ask the question that they were pretty much all thinking.

"Sir, when you say new student, its not going to be a student like our last new teacher, is it?" Isogai asked.

"As far as I know, this is a normal student just like the rest of you. All I know is that this student was deemed deserving of being cast into E Class despite having just transferred to the school." Karasuma told them.

"Seriously!? Wonder what they did to deserve that." Meahara remarked.

Several of the others begun to whisper back and forth, theorizing on what this new student could have done to land themselves in E Class from the get-go. Karasuma silenced them all with a raise of his hand. When they fell silent is when they heard Irina chattering away as she grew closer. Karasuma looked up.

"Here she comes." he remarked.

Everyone twisted on the spot. What they saw, walking along side Irina, was enough to, at least, make a few of the boys stare.

The girl walking towards them, her school bag hanging over one shoulder and a black, leather jacket in her other hand, was what one would classified as a teenage Ice Queen. She was so fair skinned that it was impossible for her to be Japanese and the waist length hair that was as white as freshly fallen snow, only confirmed that. Bangs hung down to her cheekbones, cut to hang over her left eye only. Even her eyebrows and eyelashes were white. Several of them instantly thought she had to be an albino...if it wasn't for her eyes.

Ringed by long, white lashes, her eyes were a color between mint green and turquoise. It was the sort of eye color that could possibly change colors depending on her mood or what she wore. At the moment, they were a sea blueish-green in color and they appeared half lidded. Idly, as if she had all the time in the world, they scanned her surroundings, never once staying still.

For a teenager, she was well endowed, her body curved in all the right places, her legs long, her heart shaped face pretty with full lips and a small nose. It was a little difficult to see a middle schooler when looking at her. Then again, if she really wasn't Japanese, it wasn't all that strange. She had clad that body in the school uniform, but she had added her own touches to it. She wore boots instead of the school issued shoes, had added thigh-high, aqua blue stockings and a chain belt around her waist, didn't wear the blazer or vest, wore her shirt untucked with the first two buttons undone, and wore her bow loose. She even wore gloves that looked like they usually reached all the way to her biceps but she had rolled them down to her wrists.

She walked with a sort of light footed sway to her body, something that spoke of someone who was naturally light on their feet and was use to walking in a way to draw attention to all she had. As Irina talked, she listened, adding a nod here and a single word response there. She seem perfectly content to let Irina do all the talking.

"All of you are dismissed. I have to speak with her before she joins the class." Karasuma told the other students.

While most of the students wanted to talk to the new girl, they did as told, passing the girl as Karasuma and Korosensei joined the girl. Some stopped to watch the girl as Korosensei greeted her, holding out a tentacle for a handshake. As the girl's eyes scanned Korosensei, finally landing on his face, her eyes shifted in shade to a color closer to teal, an intrigued look falling on her face. Several held their breathes as she reached out to shake Korosensei's tentacle. After Karma and his greeting on his first day, they wondered if maybe she might pull something too.

But as she grasped the tentacle, nothing happened.

Even Korosensei seemed to release a breath when nothing happened. Since there seemed to be nothing of interest for them to watch, the students returned to the building, changing and returning to the class. When they were gone, Karasuma lead the girl and his two fellow teachers back to the building.

"I assume you are aware that what goes on in this class is classified." Karasuma remarked, glancing back at the girl as she followed quietly.

"Yes, sir. I am aware." Karasuma turned to look back at her. Her voice was soft, calm, and carried a little bit of an accent, her eyes having reverted back to their default sea blueish-green. Apparently, her eyes changed with her mood. "I assure you, you have my silence."

"Good." Karasuma replied.

The other students were already returning to their seats by the time Karasuma and Korosensei had run their new student through the rules and operation of the class and walked in through the door with her. Korosensei stood behind his desk, the girl standing between Karasuma and Irina.

"Class, this is our new student, Itamatsu Takina." Korosensei said, introducing the girl. "Would you like to say a few things about yourself, Itamatsu?"

"Not really much to say. I prefer to be called by my given name, though, if you all don't mind." Takina said.

"Well, of course, if that's what you prefer." Korosensei told her.

"Thank you." Takina said, bowing her head. Turning, she bowed to the class as well. "It is a pleasure to meet you all."

"Very good." Korosensei said as she straightened up. "You can take a seat in the open desk in the back, beside Karma."

Takina gave a polite nod of her head and retreated to the desk pointed out. She draped her jacket over the back of the chair before taking a seat. Crossing her legs, she leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms loosely over her stomach. With her in her seat, Karasuma and Irina retreated out of the classroom, Korosensei getting on with his lesson.

After the hi-jinks of their last new classmate, several curious gazes made their way to Takina throughout the lesson, but Takina never once made a move against Korosensei. In fact, she didn't even seem to pay much attention to the lesson. Every time one of them glanced at her, she was staring off into space, her eyes having shifted to a color closer to cobalt blue.

Karma, who had glanced at her a few times, had a feeling that the cobalt blue meant she was bored.

She looked bored, that was sure.

The only time she seemed to move or tune into the lesson was when Nakamura tried to take a shot at Korosensei when his back was turned, only to fail in her attempt. Even then, Takina only focused in on the event until Korosensei started scolding Nakamura, then her eyes returned to the windows. She seemed content to remain quiet, probably thinking, even in their class, that the whole "never heard, never seen" rule would work.

As soon as school was over and Takina stood to collect her things, the girls in the class swarmed her. At first, Takina stiffened, freezing on the spot like an animal that suddenly found themselves surrounded on all sides. She blinked back at the smiling faces around her for a moment before she relaxed once more. The moment she relaxed, she was hit with so many questions, it had her head whipping from side to side as she tried to follow who was talking. Finally, she held up her hands, putting a stop to the questions.

"I'd love to answer your questions, but I have to hurry home to meet movers with the rest of my things. I apologize, but can this wait until tomorrow?" Takina asked as she pulled her jacket on.

She apologized once more before grabbing her bag and heading for the door. The others watched her as she bid Korosensei a polite goodbye as she headed out of the door. She was polite enough, but seemed to be the type that was a bit of a busy-body. She was gone so quickly, they barely caught sight of the trailing ends of her white hair as she sailed around the corner.

"Well...she was gone quick." Nakamura remarked.

"Do you think she's shy?" Kayano asked.

Whether or not that was the case, it wasn't like they didn't have tomorrow to get to know her.

-0-0-0-0-

The next morning, Takina was one of the first to the classroom and was sitting in her desk, reading, when the last few students trailed into class. Since she seemed so enthralled in her book, everyone left her alone. As classes started, Takina returned to her previous position from the day before; legs crossed, leaned back in her seat, and eyes glued to the windows.

Come time for gym, Takina joined the rest of the class, dressed in the gym outfit but with the jacket tied around her waist and wearing a tank top instead of a t-shirt. As the other students were set about their teamed drills, Takina tied her hair back. She had just secured her hair when Karasuma turned to her.

"Itamatsu." he called. Takina turned towards him, looking up at him in questioning. Karasuma approached her, eyeing the other students. "I want you to pair up with one of the girls and show me what you know as far as basic self-defense goes."

Takina's eyes narrowed slightly, her irises turning the sharp shade of arctic blue that made her eyes even more vivid. She didn't seem too key on the idea.

"To be perfectly honest, Mr. Karasuma, I don't think that's a good idea." Takina replied.

"Oh? And why is that?" Karasuma asked.

Takina heaved a sigh, crossing her arms. Explaining why wasn't something she really wanted to do. Glancing towards the other students who were failing at trying not to look like they were all listening in, one corner of Takina's mouth tugged down. She turned her eyes back to Karasuma.

"If you want to see what I know as far as self-defense goes, then fine. But, sir, if you're going to pair me up with anyone, I prefer it be one of the boys." Takina told him.

"One of the boys?" Karasuma repeated, confused.

He glanced over Takina's form once more. The girl wasn't the biggest among the girls. Kataoka, as the tallest girl in the class, topping off of five foot, seven, had a good three or so inches on Takina and Hara had, at least, fifteen to twenty pounds on her. As far as frame went, Takina was more curves and leg length than she was anything else. She didn't look like she had an ounce of muscle on her.

That being said, the look in her eyes was serious, the color of said eyes shifting to a neon green in shade. It wasn't a show of bravado, but the honest truth. Karasuma thought about it for a moment before letting out a low sigh. He turned, his eyes scanning the boys. Out of the boys, there were few who would take the spar seriously but wouldn't go over board and needlessly hurt Takina. After all, she didn't have the training the others already had under their belts.

There were only two guys in the class that he was sure would take the spar serious without over doing it. Turning towards Maehara and Isogai, Karasuma called out Maehara.

"Maehara." Maehara looked up when Karasuma called out to him. "You spar with her."

Maehara looked uncomfortable as the other students cleared out of the way to make room for Takina and him. He nervously looked Takina over as he stood face to face with her. Takina, on the other hand, seemed calm as she adjusted the gloves on her hands. Once she was sure they were snuggled tight on her hands, she turned her eyes to Maehara.

"You can attack whenever you feel like it." she told him.

"Even if you say that..." Maehara tailed off, his eyes shifting to the side.

"Alright then...I'll come to you."

Maehara opened his mouth to protest, but Takina was already moving.

And move she did.

To the shock of those watching, before Maehara could react, Takina was standing at his right side. In one hand, she grabbed his right bicep, in the other, she grabbed the waist band of his pants. Her left foot quickly snaked out then, sliding behind his feet before rocketing up to collide with the back of his knees, making them buckle. With him off balance, she planted her feet and used his body's motion to swing him around off his feet...and toss him over her hip.

Jaws dropped as Maehara landed on the ground, hard on his back. Takina didn't stop there. Without giving Maehara the time to breathe, let alone collect himself and launch his own attack, she pounced on him. Maehara rolled out of the way, avoiding the knee that would have hit him in the gut if he hadn't moved at the last second. He rolled to his feet as Takina popped back to hers. He dodged the right handed jab she launched to his left shoulder by stepping to the right, only to find out that it was been a feint.

Maehara tried to block the next hit, but Takina slid one foot between his feet, drawing his attention down to her feet. This gave her the opening land an open palm strike right to Maehara's gut. Maehara crumpled to the ground, gripping his stomach as he gagged. Had gym been after lunch instead of before it, he was sure he would have puked up his whole lunch. As it was, he still wasn't sure he wasn't going to throw up.

He definitely wasn't going to be getting up to continue the spar anytime soon.

Seeing this, Karasuma called the spar to an end. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Takina already knew how to fight, using slight of hand moves to redirect attention and open up her opponent up for a strike. Takina was no newbie to hand-to-hand combat.

"That's enough." Karasuma called out.

Hearing him call the spar to an end, Takina relaxed, her eyes shifting from neon green back to their default sea blue-green. Bending over, she offered Maehara a hand up.

"Sorry about that. Old habits die hard and when I saw the opening, I just reacted." she told Maehara.

Maehara took her hand, allowing her to help him back to his feet, though he was sure he was going to be walking around slumped over for a while. Takina apologized again, but he waved her off, claiming that he was fine, though she knew he was full of it.

"Itamatsu." Takina turned as Karasuma neared her, eyeing her closely. "Where did you learn that?"

"My father, sir." Takina replied. When he gave her a questioning look, she explained. "I live alone, sir. My father lives with my step-mother far away from here and my birth mother died when I was very young. I've basically been left to live my life how I wish since I was twelve. The only thing my father insisted on was that I learn how to defend myself, so I've been in self-defense classes basically since I could walk. He even runs his own self-defense school and has been very strict with my upbringing. It's why I wasn't overly concerned when I was informed on the special situation of Class 3-E."

"So wait, you're like some MMA badass!?" Okajima blurted out.

"I wouldn't put it like it that, but mixed martial arts was one of the classes my father put me through. But it's not like that means I'll always win a fight. Despite all the training, I lack physical strength. I was only able to flip him because his body was already falling. It was basic laws of leverage after that." Takina replied.

"And the gut shot?" Maehara asked as Isogai pat his back.

"Simple. At our age, your stomach muscles aren't fully developed. I didn't take you as a weight lifter type, so I was pretty sure that you wouldn't have an overly toned stomach. With that, it was common sense that the gut was going to be a weak point for you." Takina replied.

Not that it made Maehara feel any better.

Karasuma stared at Takina for a moment. Whether she had physical strength or not, she was quick and decisive, taking advantage of misdirection and applying things like laws of physics and knowledge of the human anatomy to her fighting style to make up for her short comings. She would still need training, just like the others, but unlike the others, the ground work had already been laid.

Teaching her would be interesting.

But there was something else that caught his attention.

"Itamatsu, you said you live alone?" Karasuma asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Then where is your father?"

"Switzerland, sir."

Silence reigned for a moment, everyone staring at Takina. Takina turned, looking around at the others, raising an eyebrow at their looks.

"What? You couldn't tell that I'm not Japanese?" she asked. "I mean, I don't look Japanese."

"Well, yeah, but...your name is Japanese." Isogai pointed out.

"My birth mother was Japanese. Takina is my middle name and Itamatsu was my birth mother's maiden name. It seemed more fitting than my birth name." Takina replied.

"Wait a minute, so your dad let you move all the way to another country...by yourself?" Kataoka asked.

"He doesn't have a say. I'm basically emancipated. I have legal liability and independence." Takina crossed her arms as she spoke, as if awkward about the whole thing. "Can we move away from the subject. My relationship with my father is rocky at best."

The subject, as she asked, was dropped, though between Takina's hand-to-hand combat training and her legal independence, it made her a particularly unique student to have. She could train and take part in assassination attempts, all without having to worry about a legally responsible adult hovering over her. The others had to hide their double lives as students and assassins from their families. Takina didn't have that worry.

Continuing on with training, Karasuma assigned Takina to running drills with Maehara and Isogai. Karasuma learned quickly that Takina's choice style of fighting relied on misdirecting her opponent's attention in order to land quick and decisive attacks and when she did land that final blow, she wasn't fooling around.

Especially when she was fighting against more than a single opponent. Since she did, in fact, lack physical strength, she put down an opponent as fast as she could. This usually involved a low and painful attack.

Poor Maehara found this out quickly.

When Maehara grabbed her from behind to make an opening for Isogai, Takina reacted without thinking and without hesitation, aiming a downward, back swinging fist for the only body part sure to make him release her. As he dropped to the ground, curling in on himself, Takina apologized, but that wasn't going to make his aching nether regions feel better.

"I think that's enough for today." Karasuma said, feeling a little sympathy for Maehara.

"I'm sorry, Maehara." Takina repeated.

"It'll be fine. Just remind me never to sneak up on you." Maehara told her, trying to joke away the pain. Then something else caught his attention. "Wait...you already know my name?"

"Of course. I memorized the class roster before I even started class." Takina replied. When she got only questioning looks, she shrugged her shoulders. "It's a new school, new classmates, new town, new country. I'm trying my best here not to be a jerky lone wolf in class."

"Aw~! You're so cute, Takina!" Nakamura teased, grin on her face.

Takina turned her back to Nakamura, crossing her arms.

"I highly doubt that." she replied.

"Aw, but you are! We didn't know you cared so much about our opinions." Nakamura said as she slung an arm around Takina's shoulders.

"I'm done." Takina announced, shrugging off Nakamura's arm and walking away towards the classroom. "If this is what honesty gets me...totally not worth it."

The others laughed as they followed her, Nakamura catching up with Takina to sling her arm around her shoulders once more. Karasuma brought up the rear, Korosensei joining him.

"I see we've added an interesting member to our class. It's good to see her get along with the others." Korosensei remarked.

"She's interesting, that's for sure, but taking on training someone who is already versed in hand-to-hand combat, it quite a task. There's bound to be bad habits she's learned that I'm going to have to reteach her." Karasuma replied.

Already, he knew he was going to have to up her muscle training. While she seemed to do pretty well in a fight now, she couldn't continue on with so little physical strength. With the right amount of training, she wouldn't have to rely upon laws of physics or employing a lever in order to throw an opponent.

It would take time, but it wasn't an impossible task.

-0-0-0-0-

When lunch rolled around, Takina found herself pulled into having lunch with several of the other girls. Before coming to Japan, Takina hadn't been a social person. She certainly had never had female friends before, so it was a little strange for her to be drawn into a group so easily. She didn't contribute much as far as conversation went, but she was still pleasant to have around.

Karma didn't completely agree.

He had been watching her since her unexpected defeat of Maehara earlier in the day. He had watched the way she walked, how she interacted with the others and with Korosensei. While Takina seemed perfectly relaxed and at ease with everyone, Karma didn't miss the look in her eyes. Whenever the others weren't looking, Takina's color changing eyes obtained a sharpness to them that Karma had only seen in the eyes of a predator with their prey in sight. It was gone almost as soon as Takina perceived someone to be looking.

It was just little flashes, here and there. Mostly it only showed itself when she was watching Korosensei. It was like the girl was hyper focused on him, looking for openings, listing tells, and studying her target with all the practiced focus of someone who was use to doing this.

As the school day progressed, Karma watched her. It didn't take him long to realize that behind that cool exterior, there was a razor sharp mind just waiting to be put to use. It put a grin on Karma's face when he realized...she was like him in that aspect. There was one point, though he didn't know it, that she caught him staring at her. After school, she called him out on it.

Karma had just said his partings to his other classmates, Takina having left before him, and was just walking out of the building when she spoke up.

"Do I fit your type, or are you just fond of staring at people?"

Karma turned, finding Takina leaning against the side of the building just to one side of the doorway. Her arms were crossed as she watched him past her bangs and her eyes had taken on a sage green shade. Karma couldn't quite gauge what she was feeling.

"Maybe it's both." Karma replied, teasing her.

"Hate to break it to you, but you couldn't handle me." Takina said as she pushed herself away from the wall.

"I don't know, I'm pretty tough." Karma told her.

"So I've heard. Only my second day and I've already heard an alarming number of stories about you, Akabane." Takina said, brushing past him.

As her shoulder brushed him, she bumped her hip into his, causing him to take a few steps back. Crossing her arms, her eyes scanned him.

"You could be tougher than steel, it wouldn't matter. Take is from me...you can't handle me. And if you're going to stare, try not to make it so obvious. You'll make people think you're a stalking fanboy." she told him.

Karma might have felt the need to feel annoyed, if it wasn't for the teasing grin that lift one corner of her mouth. With that, she turned on her heel and started walking away.

Karma found that he kind of liked this girl. She was interesting, to say the least. Most people were wary of him and tended to keep their distance or never turn their backs on him. Takina didn't seem to care one bit. With this in mind, he followed her off down the trail that led to the base of the mountain. Nagisa, already deep in conversation with Sugino, joined him.

For the whole trip down, no matter what they said or how loud they got, Takina kept a steady distance ahead of them, never once turning to look at them. She pulled a book out of her bag and started reading, probably too focused on it to even bother noticing that they were right behind her. When they reached the bottom, heading off towards the train station, they passed a few other students, these ones from the main campus. Those students stared at Takina as she passed them, completely ignoring Karma, Nagisa, and Sugino.

"Look, it must be the new E-class dumbass we heard about." one remarked.

"All looks, no brains. I heard she got kicked directly to E-class." another added.

"Really? Then how did she even pass the entrance exam?" asked the third.

No matter what the gawking students said, Takina continued forward, eyes glued to her book, as if she couldn't hear a single word said around her. Then one of the boys bad mouthing her, stepped right in her path, purposely knocking her book out of hands. Takina came to a screeching halt, her now empty hand falling to hang at her side. Her eyes turned up, the sage green color going along with the slightly curious look on her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. I must have mistaken you for a pile of dirt!" the boy sneered.

Takina, without a word, simply bent and retrieved her book from the ground. Dusting off the cover, she found and marked her place before closing the book and tucking it into the protective curl of one arm. Only once that was done, did she turn her attention back to the boy in front of her. By this point, Karma, Nagisa, and Sugino were watching intently, Sugino and Nagisa ready to jump in if it went south. Karma had a good feeling that that wouldn't be the case.

Not unless the boy facing Takina had the balls to touch her.

Takina seemed far too relaxed, her stance betraying nothing but calmness. If anything, one of her hips shifted outward, showing a bit of confidence in her calmness, as if she was well aware that the boy in front of her was all talk and no action.

"A pile of dirt, huh? My, my, someone seems to be losing their eyesight in their growing idiocy." Takina replied simply, slipping around him and patting his shoulder, as if expressing her sympathies for his "condition". "No worries. Glasses can correct half of that issue. As for the other half...I'm afraid a tiny brain is simply a tiny brain. No fixing that."

The boy rounded on Takina, mouth gaping open in shock, as she walked away, already popping her book back open. Karma couldn't help a chuckle as he watched the scene. Most members of E-class, before the arrival of Korosensei, had shied away from confrontation with students from the main campus. E-class was there in order to promote the success of the other classes. They were suppose to serve as stepping stones for the rest of the student body. That meant taking all the harassing and teasing of the students from the main campus, and not doing or saying anything in return.

Once again, Takina didn't care.

"She knows she's going to catch hell for that later, right?" Sugino asked as they continued on their way to the train station.

"I don't think she cares." Nagisa replied. "Where she comes from, they probably don't have school systems like the one here."

Karma didn't think that was the point here. To him, it just seemed like Takina didn't care what others thought of her. It had nothing to do with whether or not she was familiar with the situation, but more to do with the fact that Takina just didn't give a crap. When it came down to it, to her, it was probably all ridiculousness. Karma had a feeling that, on the inside, she laughed about the whole set-up of the school.

Gods knew he had more than once.

END

Author Note: And with that, the first chapter is done. Normally, when I do new stories, I tend to put up the first two or three chapters in order to give you all a good taste of my OC. So, with that said, I'm going to go get the next chapter ready. So, everyone, enjoy and review. I'll be right back. Bye-bye.