Amaya didn't remember much about the rest of Thursday night - After the stress of flying back across the oceans to get back to the Classroom after the movie ended, she'd practically crumpled into a nervous mess on the ground, and everything else was lost to her. She vaguely recalled being dragged to her feet, but then nothing else.

She awoke back at home on Friday morning with Yuta grinning down at her, asking how the movie was. He was in a particularly good mood, but Amaya wasn't game enough to ask them why. Reiko however was in a far more subdued mood, almost mirroring Amayas own. Of course, Amaya knew why this was, so she didn't bother to ask.

Eventually, Amaya decided to email Nagisa to ask him what happened after they'd gotten back to the Classroom.

He'd sent her a rather simple response back - After deeming that she wasn't going to cope walking home after flying back to Japan, Karma just carried her home instead. She'd passed out before they'd gotten half way down the mountain, apparently.

She'd stewed on that response the whole way to the classroom, undisturbed.

She was running late, and it was raining, so there wasn't really anyone around.

The rain didn't exactly bother her like large bodies of water would, but it brought her spirits down in a similar way that it did for Reiko.

Though for Reiko, her dislike of the rain had been affected, increased if for no other way to word it. It wasn't that she didn't like being wet anymore, but rather she disliked rain altogether.

Yuta was the only one out of the three that didn't have any aversion to particular weather conditions or anything at all, really.

He didn't have a particular fear or phobia, nor did anything put him at unease if one were to disclude inconsequential, trivial day-to-day things that would trigger his nagging personality.

In fact, he was unaffected by almost anything one could throw at him.

That might be the reason why he was so clued in to the way that his two sisters worked in a logical sense, even if he couldn't understand the reasons behind why the girls acted the way they did.

Reiko on the other hand was excruciatingly empathic, to the point that she acted childish on puropse to distract herself and others. Often, she'd act childish when something would come up and start ruffling her feathers, for lack of a better term.

It was a rouse to distract from pushing a point.

It was entirely to distract from something she didn't want brought into the light.

But everyone was like that in their own way - Reiko was just more proficient at it.

Finally, the classroom came to Amayas notice through the fog and rain, causing her to let out a relieved breath as she picked up the pace just a little. It looked like everyone was already inside too - Was she running even later than she'd thought?

'Oh Amaya-san! Good of you to join us.' Koro-sensei greeted her as she'd opened the door of the classroom, though for some strange reason, it sounded like he had a horrible cold.

She found out why as soon as she'd looked over at him.

His head was swollen, so bad that he looked like one of those balloons that had been over-inflated beyond its intended size - His face was small in comparison to the rest of his head. What made matters even more bizarre was the fact that he was wringing what looked like water out of his face like it was a wash-cloth.

'U-uhh ... what the--?' Amaya had uttered out, too shocked to really know what was going on.

'Don't ask.' Terasaka muttered from his seat, entirely disinterested with the situation right now.

Amaya took in the rather uncomfortable air to the room for a few seconds, and decided to listen to the burly boy.

So she let out a breath and ambled over to her desk.

Karma had looked at her as she took her seat, but he hadn't really said anything - Just cast her one of those knowing smirks of his before turning his head back to the front of the classroom.

She guessed from the atmosphere that something was going on.

She had no idea what it could be, though - She hadn't noticed the extra desk sitting between Karma and Terasaka, after all.

There was something about the bizarre creature that called himself their Teacher that would have one overlook other obvious things at a moments notice, just because he was likely the epitome of bizarre itself.

'Now then...' Koro-sensei began as he'd finished wringing out his face, his voice returned to that jovial bouncing tone that he normally spoke with. 'Karasuma-sensei tells me another Transfer Student is coming to join our class.'

At that remark, Amaya felt her brow furrow in confusion.

Another?

The Fixed Artillery had only gotten here what, three weeks ago at most?

Amaya sincerely doubted it was some poor third-year sap from the main campus, having gotten themselves demoted this late in the year. The year-set was pretty much guaranteed as of day one.

Unless a student just so happens to put the asshole who was supposed to be their homeroom teacher in hospital by kicking him in the face with a steel-cap boot.

Although normally the student would get expelled for inflicting bodily harm on a faculty member.

'... his adjustment took longer than expected. And two... I lack the capacity to provide him support.' Ritsu had said, completely out of the blue it seemed, startling Amaya out of her train of thought, though most of the class was looking over at her like the situation made some kind of grave sense to them. 'As an Assassin, I am overwhelmingly inferior to him.'

At those words, everyone seemed to look even more grave, deflated even - Koro-sensei in fact lowered his head and looked thoroughly concerned about the situation at hand.

Wait a god damn second!

What the hell did she miss?!

Had she been so far into her own train of thought that she missed some kind of crucial discussion?!

Nobody spoke, silenced by the gravity of Ritsus words.

And then the door suddenly slid open.

On the other side stood a man entirely in white robes, similar to Shigures own if not for the peculiar style of Haori and the hood that looked eerily like an executioners hood. Entirely in white, like it was a guise, his face completely hidden apart from two red eyes that stood out in the dark.

The man honestly reminded her of a ghost, and not the fun kind one would find in childrens movies either.

As some of the students began to whisper amongst themselves about whether this man was the new student - Amayas gut feeling was that this wasn't the case - he lifted a hand, and pointed at Koro-sensei.

He then turned his hand so that he was holding it open palm-up, and a white dove appeared in a puff of smoke, to stand in the palm of his hand.

Amaya hadn't missed the way that Isogai in particular had jumped, and most of the class had flinched too.

A hearty chuckle escaped the man in white, and then he spoke in a deep-toned voice.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.' The strange man spoke, the red visible through the shadows seeming to shift into a smiling gaze as the dove in his hand sat contentedly before he tucked it into his haori. 'I'm not the new kid - I'm his guardian.'

No shit, Sherlock.

Amaya oh so wanted to voice those three words, but she managed to stop herself.

Her tongue actually burned from the strain.

The stranger then turned to the class, extending his right arm outwards in a seemingly warm manner.

'You can call me ... "Shiro".' The man announced, picking what Amaya felt certain was a kind of makeshift name based entirely on his appearances.

The strained edge to the class began to melt at those words, rather noticeably in fact - a couple of Amaya's classmates gave nervous chuckles, some letting out the odd sigh of relief.

Amaya however gritted her teeth and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. A familiar sense of distrust overcame her as she stared this suspicious man down, that of which she hadn't felt since Irina had arrived in class.

Even worse than when Irina had come, in fact.

The dislike and distrust Amaya had for the honeypot assassin when she arrived was from a sense of visual nostalgia she hadn't yet pinned down just yet - She didn't like the woman at the time just because of the sense of nostalgia, but this man?

The feeling in her gut was that bad that she knew she didn't like him, just like how she neither liked or trusted Ono.

She felt Karma glance at her for a second, though she kept her gaze fixed upon Shiro, watching his every move.

Because she had a very good reason to not trust any adult that came across as overly chummy.

'Some guy all in white comes in doing tricks? That'd spook anyone!' Kayano spoke up, almost in response to Shiros introduction.

The nervous chuckle from Nagisa sounded almost ... sheepish.

'Yeah, not just Koro-sensei, eith--' Nagisa had begun, however he fell silent as soon as he'd looked towards Koro-sensei.

Their creature teacher was not where he had been before - in fact, he wasn't his same yellow form.

With that poker face on, the only part of his teaching attire still on being his hat, Koro-sensei had retreated to his silver, liquid form, clinging to the front left corner of the ceiling as he stared at Shiro.

The whole class fell silent for a second, before Maehara broke the silence with his wonderful, almost trademark deadpan.

'Koro-sensei, you scaredy-cat!' Maehara exclaimed, sounding somewhat affronted.

'He's spooked enough to use his liquefy trick!' Mimura added, sounding equally as disgusted in contrast.

'W-well Ritsu-san was telling all those scary stories!' Koro-sensei desperately offered as an excuse.

Amaya however hadn't looked away from Shiro once - She hadn't failed to notice just how unbothered, almost knowing that man was in his posture.

It almost looked like he was bored with the situation.

She did not like the look of this at all.

'N-nice to meet you, Shiro-san!' Koro-sensei greeted, an almost profuse urgency to his words as he slimed back into his robes and took his regular, yellow form. 'And where is our new student?'

Where, indeed.

'A pleasure, Koro-sensei.' Shiro responded as he pulled out what appeared to be a paper-wrapped block of yokan. 'He's a rather... unique child, in personality and otherwise.'

He then began to step forward, to stand next to Koro-sensei, just as a shadow shifted in the corridor to stand in front of the window next to the front door.

Oddly enough however, Shiro had turned his head to take his first true look at the students of the classroom - in particular, he turned his head and appeared to look at Nagisa.

It was almost like he was measuring the boy up.

'What is it?' Koro-sensei asked of Shiro, taking note of his silent stare.

'It's nothing ... it's just you've got good kids here.' Shiro responded, turning his head to look up at Koro-sensei as he held out the block of yokan to him. 'I'm sure he'll fit right in.'

Suspicious.

Horribly, horribly suspicious.

This man clearly knew more than he let on.

'Now, to introduce him: Oi! Itona!' Shiro announced, though his tone sounded rather bored, to Amaya. 'Come on in.'

And then three seconds later, there was a sudden crash, like a truck had suddenly smashed right into the wall.

Everyone had turned their heads to look at the sudden hole in the wall, directly behind the empty desk situated between Terasaka and Karma, except for Amaya - She'd jumped so bad she actually toppled off of her chair, having to catch herself before she crashed to the floor.

Out of the cloud of dust and cement walked a boy with platinum white hair, and wide, almost animalistic gold eyes, dressed in the boys uniform, and a particularly odd looking daisy yellow scarf around his neck. He strolled in like nothing had even happened - Like he'd walked into his own house, and sat in the empty seat right in front of him.

For the first time since Shiro had walked into the room, Amaya had broken her gaze away from him to gape at the bizarre scene unfolding just on Karmas other side.

'I won.' The boy Amaya guessed to be called Itona remarked, much like it was an obvious fact. 'I proved that I'm stronger than the classroom wall.'

Oh dear god, they now had a certifiable lunatic in the classroom.

'Use the damn door!' Nearly every other student in the classroom exclaimed.

'That's all that matters ... that's all.' Itona continued as if nobody had said a word, though it sounded like a response to Amaya.

It was like he was saying their objections were inconsequential to him.

He, who'd just defeated the wall.

But how the hell did he defeat the wall just like that?

There was no smell of anything chemical, mineral or otherwise that didn't fit in, and no human could smash a wall in one hit just like that.

And if there was an explosive charge used, Amaya was certain that Koro-sensei would have smelled it in an instance.

Amaya couldn't even smell any hints of gunpowder, or anything that shouldn't be here...

Except for Sulphur...

But why Sulphur?

'Itona Horibe.' Shiro interjected, acting as if nothing had actually happened. 'Please, call him Itona.'

The uncomfortable air that had once again descended upon the classroom told Amaya just one thing - that everyone else had just realized how dramatically things have changed.

But in Amayas head, even though the White-clad man had done nothing but play a magic trick with a white dove in contrast with the boy smashing through a wall like it was nothing, the man was still the suspicious one.

So she cast a fleeting glance at Itona for just a second, before she returned her gaze to Shiro.

'Say, Itona, somethings been bugging me...' Karma began in his drawling tone, like always sounding a little bored mixed with a little mischievous. 'You came in from outside, right? Empty-handed?'

Amaya felt her brow quirk at that point, breaking her gaze from Shiro yet again to look at Itona past Karma.

'It's raining buckets out there, and yet there's not a drop of rain on you.' Karma surmised.

And surprisingly enough - to Amaya in any case - he earned Itonas attention.

Amaya let out a breath slowly at that remark, wondering why she didn't notice that herself.

Though in terms of the five senses, smell was Amayas most dominant by far, and quite a long way behind that was her sense of sound. It was a given that if something came to her nose, she'd run with that over anything else.

Itona seemed to glance at the students all staring at him for the first time since smashing his way through the wall, before he rose to his feet and turned to Karma.

'You might be the strongest one in this class. But don't fret.' Itona remarked, his tone just the same. Devoid and unconveying as he set his hand atop Karma's head and patted him as he bent over. 'You're weaker than me, so I won't kill you.'

Itona then straightened up, lifting his hand from Karma's head.

'I only want to kill those who could be stronger than me.' Itona continued on with his little speech, turning and heading towards the front of the classroom, not even sparing a glance at anyone else in the room.

Karma the strongest of the students in the classroom? Sure, that was the most likely situation.

Amaya would be surprised if it turned out to be any different in the future.

But throwing down all those boasting remarks about being the strongest, about defeating the wall, and only being after the strongest person? That told Amaya that this boy had many weaknesses, though the dizzying, stronger scent of sulphur in the air did a lot to blunt her mind.

Sure, he was stronger than the wall. Nobody could argue that.

But anyone could be stronger than the wall if they had the right loadout for the job.

A slab of C4, wrecking ball, or even just a sledgehammer.

Before turning her gaze to the front, Amaya had spared a glance at Karma, who was disdainfully patting down the ruffling of his hair that Itona had done with his eyes closed, almost rather bored of the situation itself.

She wouldn't be surprised if he skipped.

She was tempted to skip too, if only to escape all this sulphur that began to give her a major headache.

However as Amaya went to turn her gaze to Itona as he advanced towards Koro-sensei, she'd found herself in a rather alarming change of circumstances.

Instead of looking at Itona, or even at Koro-sensei or Nagisa again, Shiro was staring straight at her in a very nerve-wracking manner.

It wasn't obvious unless one was to look at him directly, but right now it was enough to have her instincts to bristle with discomfort, and her tendencies to disappear to come to the surface. That sense of distrust and dislike surged into larger proportions, to the point where she'd almost forgotten that Itona was in the process of saying something to Koro-sensei at all.

It flared up, so strong that she almost felt like she was going to be physically ill.

The excessive sulphur was just exasperating it.

'B-B-B-B-Brothers?!' Most of the class seem to exclaim out of the blue, however Amaya had gotten used to the fact that she'd been missing chunks of their conversation. In truth, right now their conversation didn't even occur to her.

It felt like she was being picked apart, far worse than anything she could recall in recent memory.

Picked apart, like she was some lab experiment.

Oh how she hated that sensation so much.

'The loser dies, big brother.' Itona seemed to clarify, holding what looked like the exact same sweets bar he hand to Koro-sensei, though she didn't get why.

It was at this moment that Shiro had dragged his gaze away from Amayas own to look at Itona.

'Siblings have no need for cheap tricks. I will kill you and prove my strength.' Itona surmised as he began to head for the classroom door, almost at the same moment that Shiro had made a move, too. 'We face off after school - here, in this classroom.'

Then the door shut, and they were gone.

God damnit, they weren't going to have a classroom left by the end of the day, Amaya was sure of it.

It was at most, five seconds of awkward silence before the class had erupted into a sudden explosion of sound, most students leaping to their feet as they launched into an interrogation on Koro-sensei, who Amaya didn't doubt was just as lost as they were.

He certainly looked it.

'I haven't the foggiest of what's going on! I was born and raised as an only child!' Koro-sensei managed to exclaim through the torrent of startled, and seemingly upset demands from his students, his arm-tentacles waved in a show of surrender. 'When I asked my folks for a little brother, things got really awkward!'

'-Wait--You have parents?!' Maehara deadpanned, though this time he honestly sounded alarmed by the revelation.

Finally cracking under the strain, Amaya broke out of her motionless state, if only to shift her gaze from the door that Shiro and Itona had left through.

The heavy scent of sulphur had finally dulled down to a more normal level that was normal for the classroom, allowing her thoughts to unlock from the captivity they'd been held in. And yet, she began to feel horribly sluggish in contrast.

She did not like this situation at all.

Amaya decided to let the uncomfortably loud interrogation continue without her - She lifted herself to her feet to leave with her bag through the hole in the wall that Itona had made, unnoticed for the most part.

The hole needed to be blocked up anyway, even if it was just with a plastic sheet taped over, or something. With the way it was raining, it was only a matter of time before the rain came pouring in when the wind picked up and soaking everything inside.

The faint, far off sounds of thunder in the air came to Amayas notice as she walked the short distance to the shed,causing her to glance in the direction that Yuta and Reikos school was in.

It didn't sound like it was going to be all that bad in terms of severity, but she wasn't a very good judge on weather conditions.

She could just smell the rain many minutes before it would fall - that was it.

Stepping inside the darkness that was the storage shed, Amaya made her way towards the right side of the dark, dusty room that held all of the sports equipment, as well as tools used to maintain the premises... if one could even call the building maintained.

Lifting three strips of thin wood, a box of nails and a hammer from the shelves, Amaya then began to search for anything like a sheet of plastic that could be used to cover the hole in the wall over.

'What was all that about?'

A gasp escaped Amaya as a voice suddenly spoke up right behind her, startling her so much that she'd flinched and dropped the items she'd already picked up.

Heart racing from the fright, Amaya whirled around on her feet to face who'd snuck up on her all of a sudden.

She found herself face to face with Karma, who was standing against the wall next to the door, his hands buried in the pockets of his pants as he watched her.

'Jeeze, you damn near killed me!' Amaya sighed as let out that breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She leaned down to pick up what she'd dropped in her fright, keeping her gaze averted from him.

He was silent at first, a mischievous smirk across his face, though for some reason it didn't extend to his eyes.

'So?'

'So, what?' Amaya questioned, sparing him the smallest glance as she went back to searching for something for the hole in the wall.

Instead of the frown she'd expected, the redhead merely smirked a little more at her response.

'There's no point playing dumb, Amay.' He remarked, watching Amaya as she foraged through the shelves.

'I'm not.' Amaya replied, shaking her head slightly as the uncomfortable sluggishness began to overcome her again.

'Don't tell me. You were glaring so much you cooked your brain, after all the warnings I gave you.' He responded, his tone taunting.

Amaya remained silent, merely shaking her head slightly in response.

In truth, it felt like she might have done just that.

But that wouldn't explain the sick feeling still in the pit of her stomach.

There was a small sigh, before Karma seemed to step away from the wall of the shed.

'What's going on, Amay?' He asked, appearing to drop his taunting altogether as he approached to look down at her face.

'I'm not sure...' She responded, lifting a hand to gently rub her eyes. 'There's too much sulphur ... I can't think straight.'

'Sulphur?' He questioned her, his brow furrowing in confusion.

'There's always a lot of sulphur in the classroom when Koro-sensei's around, always worse when he loses a tentacle because it's like he's just made out of the stuff...' Amaya explained, looking up at Karma after a moment. 'But ... when the new kid walked in, it got so much worse...'

Karma stared at her in silence, an edge of disbelief showing in his expression as Amaya's words sunk in on him.

'I think you're imagining things, Amay.' He eventually responded.

She shook her head slightly with a forced smile, lifting the plastic sheet she'd just found from the shelf.

'Right right, we'll go with that, then.' Amaya gave in, turning to leave the shed altogether as she let out a breath.

It wasn't like she expected him to believe her, anyway.

She didn't hear following footsteps as she walked back over to the hole in the wall of the classroom, all temporary fix items held in her arms as she stopped in the opening.

'Koro-sensei?' Amaya called out to the still flailing creature in the midst of what appeared to be some student-run inquisition.

'Nyuuuyah!' Koro-sensei gasped out as he lifted his gaze to look over, as did most of the students in the classroom. 'Amaya-san! What are you doing out in the rain?!'

'I thought it might be a good idea to cover this up.' She explained with an emotionless tone, motioning to the edge of the hole in the wall with her right hand lightly. 'The wind is cold, after all.'

'Excellent idea, Amaya-san!' Koro-sensei exclaimed, and in an instance, the items had been lifted from her arms, and she'd been gently shifted aside to make way for the plastic sheet.

The three strips of wood had been nailed into the wall over the lip of the plastic sheet around the edges of the hole in the wall, air tight and sturdy enough to stop the bulk of the water coming in.

One couldn't do anything for the water that would run in over the ground, however.

Once that was done, Amaya bid herself farewell for the most part.

As Koro-sensei was occupied with sealing the classroom up as best he could until repairs could be done, Amaya wandered off to spend the class hours elsewhere, returning later for the showdown between Koro-sensei and Itona.

---=[Authors Note]=---

Guess who's connected to the internet again?

Meeeeeeeee!

Consider this a back-to-back update in celebration of my return :D and thank you everyone for your understanding, and all the comments and votes ;u; I haven't been able to read a lot of them until now, so yeah :D A really awesome thing to come back to after so long away :D

Translation notes:

Ame - Translates as Rain, which is written as 雨 in Japanese :D