Eyes of Azure | Assassination Classroom

:: Attempt 15 | Impostor ::

All that matters is my mission. It is my purpose. It is my duty.

It is my reason—my justification for my existence.

"H-Hanazono-san—" The being attempts to speak even as Aoi rushes in, wielding her knives in a whirlwind of ferocity. A fierce glint enters her usually cold azure eyes, an amused smile claiming her lips as she lets a dagger fly, her entire figure subsequently dropping to a crouch as her other hand—still gripping her remaining knife—swings up towards a wriggling tentacle.

"N-nuyaaaaah!"

Two sharp, distinct pops resound, followed by several flushing noises as the stench of sulfur permeates the air.

Where two of the creature's tentacles used to flail about, there remain two stumps, the redhead staring at them with barely concealed morbid fascination.

Stunned, unabashed silence cloaks the entire classroom at the sight, slack-jawed students gaping at the spectacle before them. Aoi draws herself up to her full height, dusting off her uniform—as if she hasn't mercilessly attacked her new 'teacher'.

"I did say that it's a pleasure to meet you, didn't I—Korosensei?" She says rhetorically, clasping her hands behind her back as a strange chuckle emanates from the octopus-like figure.

"Nurufufufu.. You are the second one by far who's managed to harm me, Hanazono-san." An orange O shape flashed through its bulbous head, to be replaced by a large purple X as it continued, "However! Attempting an assassination during class hours is not acceptable!"

Aoi rolls her eyes, placing a hand on her hip as she studies the class through an analytical gaze. Some of the students consciously look away. "As if I care."

"Oi! Who the hell're you?!" A voice shouts from the back, presumably from a rather loud-mouthed-looking boy with strange, dyed hair.

Then again, her own hair color is of a noticeable shade, so she shouldn't be complaining.

Probably.

"Oh, that's right!" The octopus exclaims, gesturing to a bored-looking Aoi with a wiggling tentacle. (It appears as if it can regrow those... Tentacles after a consequent period of time, she notes.) "We have a new student transferring in from the main campus today!"

"From the main campus?" A blonde mutters, tapping a pen against her desk. "When tomorrow's already the midterms?"

"Everyone, meet—"

"I can introduce myself just fine," The redhead interrupts, crossing her arms under her chest as soon as she retrieves her fallen weapon.

Aoi glances at the class, scanning rows of faces one after another. Most look uneasy, others having confusion with a mixture of slight, almost unnoticeable awe—most likely from her short demonstration nearly five minutes back. (She clicks her tongue in displeasure at the thought, barely able to keep herself from furrowing her eyebrows. Displaying her annoyance at their reactions isn't something she wants to do.)

"My name..." She pauses, swallowing thickly.

There's a lingering hint of bloodlust in the air—not hers, most definitely, as she's long learned to conceal it. No, it's from someone else... Someone who doesn't like to keep their true intent under wraps.