[Part two of the Halloween special. Sorry for the lateness, I've been horribly busy this week.]

While Amaya had expected the whole day to be devoted to Halloween, she did not expect just how far Koro-sensei and the bulk of the class were willing to go for it.

That mountain of at least one hundred Jack'o'Lanterns had been carved with varying different faces, leaving the whole mountain clearing to practically ooze the smell of raw pumpkin all day. Further to that, there was a second Home-ec class for cooking Halloween-themed treats right after, resulting in everyone witnessing yet again another instance where Amaya couldn't seem to comprehend the recipe they were supposed to be making and ruining it to hell.

Pumpkin toffees among other snacks of sickly sweet extremes were the victims of Amaya's ill-skill with unfamiliar recipes, resulting in blackened toffee shards that were meant for decorations amongst other things. And at the declaration that even Isogai couldn't find a way to rescue Amaya from screwing up a third time ended up with Karma practically laughing at her all morning.

Just that morning, Amaya had tried at least five times to get away – At varying instances of distraction, Amaya discretely picked up her bag and managed to reach out the door of the classroom, only to find herself dropped straight back into her chair by a smug looking Koro-sensei. Every repetition riled her worse than the first, and by the fifth repetition, it was all she could do to not hurl her bag right at his bulbous green and yellow striped head.

And then, there was the nightmare of costumes, which was one Amaya had no ability to escape.

'Nurufufufu~!' Koro-sensei's iconic laughter filled the classroom saturated with the smell of raw pumpkin, all the while a list of all students and their deemed roles were being written up on the board. 'Next up is Amaya-san. Raise your hand for your suggestions!'

Immediately, Fuwa's hand shot up into the air.

'Amaya-san needs to cosplay as Sakata Gintoki!' She announced.

'Nah, she's already done that.' Nakamura responded with a grin, though at the pointed look Koro-sensei shot her, she sheepishly raised her hand. 'How about we make her a maid?'

'Like hell.' Amaya hissed as she sat, unable to move. Her knees and her hands were tied to her chair, no thanks to Koro-sensei allowing Karma to stop her from throwing herself out the nearest window to escape the very instance costume delegations were announced.

'Ah, but we've already voted Nagisa-kun to be the maid.' Maehara remarked with a wry smile.

'Oh, right. Nevermind then!'

The blue-featured boy in mention continued to sulk in his seat at the vote of 26-2 in favor, and honestly, Amaya could do nothing but empathise with him. Her lone vote against the Maid vote had done nothing to help.

Amaya fixed the blackboard mostly filled with entries with a scowling glare, eyeing off all the cast roles.

Kataoka was a Doctor, Kimura was grudgingly accepting of his role of Police Officer, Kanzaki a Nurse, Nakamura was a Pirate while Maehara was cast as a vampire. Apart from Nagisa, everyone seemed moderately okay with their roles unlike last time when the class cast code-names by anonymous vote. Presumably because everyone would know who suggested what, this way.

'Why bother thinking about it?' Terasaka huffed slightly as he leaned back in his seat to cast a lazy scowl at Koro-sensei. 'The cat's a cat. End of story.'

'Well, I think it's best we avoid cat-related themes for Amaya-san.' Kataoka responded with a rather heavy sigh, earning Amaya's curious attention with little effort. 'After all, she almost killed Maehara-kun during the Code-Names exercise, which we don't necessarily need right now.'

'It's fine, she wouldn't do anything to me!' Maehara declared confidently. 'Isn't that right, Myaya-chan?'

Without so much as a word, Amaya loosened her shoe off her left foot and flung it across the room with one kick down the aisle, managing to hurl it accurately enough to smack Maehara on top of the head.

'Oww!' Maehara reflexively muttered as he peered down at the shoe clattering down onto his desk, all the while some of the boys snickered quite obviously – Karma in particular.

'Oh! Good shot, Amaya-san!' Mimura responded while Koro-sensei nodded his head appreciatively.

'Why am I the only one getting attacked?' Maehara complained.

'Because you were asking for it.' Nakamura responded with a grin.

'However clever that shoe-throw was, Sensei will still be issuing you pop-quizzes as punishment, Amaya-san.'

'Cheapskate...' Amaya muttered sourly as she watched a painfully thick wad of papers suddenly appear to flutter down into a neat pile atop her desk, and her shoe was dropped onto the floor at her feet. 'You do realize this is hardly fair.'

'Moving on!' Koro-sensei spoke up as he poked a chalk stick at the blackboard once more. 'Any more suggestions for Amaya-san's costume?'

'How about I just go as a serial killer?' Amaya muttered beneath her breath as random suggestions were voiced. 'I feel like I really will end up murdering the lot of you before the day's up.'

'Yeah yeah, yap as much as you want, ya damn brat.' Terasaka dismissed with next to no care at all, agitating Amaya even worse as she turned her gaze to glare at him. 'All you seem to do is just throw a fit when you don't like something.'

'Oh? Wasn't that what you spent nearly all first term doing?' Karma taunted.

Seeming to catch himself in time, all Terasaka did was mutter profanities beneath his breath as he ignored Karma's baiting.

'We need to finalize this soon, everyone.' Koro-sensei called out from the front, his expression shifting to the purple shade with a red cross in the middle. 'If you don't finish this within the next ten minutes, then Sensei will decide what the remaining students will be going as! That means all four of you in the back row!'

'That's not my fault, god damnit!' Amaya snapped.

And much to her dismay, another pop-quiz was floating down to join the rest atop her desk a mere second later. As classmates chuckled at the sight, Amaya glared at the paper in the hopes that they would all spontaneously combust.

'But when you rule out "cats", it's hard to pick anything for Amaya-san.' Kayano remarked with a rather small sigh.

'Cat-maid.' Came the bluntly spoken voice of Itona, earning everyone's attention immediately.

He hadn't really voiced much since agreeing with everyone's vote on Nagisa's costume, and Amaya was shocked moreso by the sudden change.

But as nobody immediately objected to his comment Amaya found herself actually realizing what he'd said.

'Oi oi, are you de--'

'I second that, Itona-kun.' Karma cut in with a wicked grin as he looked at Amaya's rather appalled expression.

'They said no cats!' Amaya snapped.

'But a cat-maid would look adorable~' Kurahashi hummed from the front of the classroom.

'All those in favour of Itona-kun's suggestion?' Koro-sensei spoke up with a grin.

'ARE YOU ALL DEAF OR SOMETHING?! DID YOU NOT SAY NO CATS?!'

Much to Amaya's horror, not only was she ignored, but Maehara's hand shoot straight up into the air along with the rest of the class - Even Nagisa-kun voted in agreement.

And Amaya was more than just a little insulted by the hypocrisy she was witnessing unfold in this classroom right now.

While Koro-sensei wrote down the designation for Amaya as "Tsundere Cat-Maid" on the blackboard, Amaya vowed that for the rest of the week, she was not going to speak a word to anyone. Courtesy be damned, she didn't care if she was going to take this beyond reasonable, or that it was exceedingly petulant. She was angry that she was being held here against her will as well as the fact that nobody was even interested in listening to her.

The discussion then moved on along the line, with Karma immediately being designated as "Satan", much to everyone elses amusement. All the while, Amaya forced her hands to twist gradually free of the ropes. She ignored the pain that flared up with every tug, right up to the point that she felt a rather painful pop echo from her left wrist just as she wrenched her hand free. She paid no heed to the gazes she felt fall upon her as she just popped the dislocation back in place before untying the rest of the ropes.

As soon as Itona was designated as a Robot, and Terasaka a Zombie, Koro-sensei then sent everyone off to get organized.

'Amaya-san, come over here!' Nakamura called out across the room as some of the other girls began to circle around Nagisa's desk. 'Since you and Nagisa-kun have the same costume, we'll work on--'

The blond fell silent as Amaya instead picked herself up, bag and all, and walked straight out of the classroom without so much as looking at anyone.

'Maya-chan, wait up!' Maehara's voice called out as she heard the door slide open a mere few seconds later, and his quick footsteps followed behind. 'Seriously, Maya-chan, you're so serious! It's not that bad.'

Says the jerk who couldn't take a damn hint!

Amaya tried her best to ignore him, but he wasn't taking no for an answer – He stepped around her and planted himself right in the middle of the corridor, refusing to let her past.

'You really shouldn't be so sensitive over being called a Cat, Maya-chan.' Maehara remarked as he shifted more in her way as she tried to step past. 'Everybody loves cats, it's not an insult or anything.'

'Get out of the way.' Amaya spoke softly as she struggled to keep her temper in check.

'Nope.' He responded immediately, in just the same way Karma would. 'It's Halloween, Maya-chan, learn to lighten up and enjoy it--'

'Move.'

Maehara let out a sigh as he shook his head in dismay.

'You're acting more like a hostile old feral than a cute Cat-maid, Myaya-cha---'

Whatever else Maehara was going to say was lost on her as her scarcely controlled calm finally evaporated from Amaya's grasp. With all the strength in her angered form, Amaya grabbed the playboy by his right wrist as she pulled him into a Judo-throw. With a resounding thud on the wooden floorboards, Maehara was sent slamming back-down before tumbling half-way back down the corridor, much to the horror of a group of spectators peering out through the doors of the classroom.

Amaya was too angry to care, and she silently marched herself past a stunned Koro-sensei standing in the doorway to the foyer.

She knocked at the door of the faculty room, ignoring the groaning Maehara still sprawled on the corridor floor.

'Come in.' Came Karasuma's ever-serious response, and so Amaya did just that.

Both Irina and Karasuma were in the room, with the honeypot Assassin reading through some magazines while Karasuma typed without lifting his gaze from the laptop.

'Can I stay in here, Karasuma-sensei?' Amaya managed to force out, though she didn't miss the uneven waver in her own tone.

It was here that Karasuma looked up to appraise her for a second.

'You're free to go home early.' He dismissed.

'I can't.'

'And why is that?'

I've tried to leave at least five times. He won't let me set foot out of the whole building!'

It was a few seconds later that Karasuma let out a weary breath and turned back to his laptop.

'Very well.' He responded, leaving Amaya to do as she wanted.

Without a word, Amaya wandered over to the furtherest corner of the room and propped herself down on the floor to while away the time until she was either dragged out of the room by the Octopus himself, or her escape was granted.