•The Assassin's Teacher• ((Saiki K. x Assassination Classroom Crossover))

Class Trip

Last Time...

"Good job Saiki, make sure to do the same on the trip,"

With Saiki (Third-Person Limited)

Saiki got to the train station just on time as everyone else from the school arrived. Everyone including Saiki's class was very enthusiastic about going to the school-wide trip, even though they still had to kill Koro-Sensei.

He stood next to Sugaya who stared in awe to the A-Class students. "Woah, man, look at those lucky jerks getting to ride in first class," he said in awe and in jealousy. Maehara, Fuwa, Yada, and Nakamura also stared. Nakamura sighed "And as always we are stuck in coach...yay for us, right guys?" she cheered and asked sarcastically.

One of the A-Class teachers heard her and growled. "Now, now boys and girls, try not to look so sour. Rules are rules you know how they work," he smiled. Tadaka in all his full ugliness came out of the train wearing a pair of stupid looking sunglasses.

"The student handbook states that 'the students those of us with the highest grade point average get dibs on school funds'!" he quoted as Saiki stepped up. "Oh ho!" his friend Tanaka chimed while he ate chocolate from first-class, he reminded Saiki a bit of Dudley Dursley from the Harry Potter Series by an author called J.K Rowling, because the boy was fat, rude, ate a ton, and was spoiled. (I don't own Harry Potter)

"Is that the future people of abject poverty, filling my nostrils?" he mocked, Saiki stepped forward to lunge at him but Jelavic stepped in his way. "Pardon me, boys," he said stepping on Saiki's foot with her boots and walked to them in very modern but inappropriate attire.

"Is everyone having a glamorous day so far?" she said as she walked to them, "Uh professor-Bitch, why are you dressed like that?" Maehara asked. Everyone was staring at Saiki's direction, and possibly in awe or glaring. Saiki quickly got away before anyone else looked at him.

He walked to a little bench and sat next to a short old lady. "My, my boy, you're so finely dressed," she said, with a closed-eyed smile. "Thank you, miss," he politely responded, and he fixed his usual black tie to center it. "Oh yes, of course, so polite, you remind me of my youngest grandson..." she smiled sadly. Saiki couldn't read her thoughts since he was in a crowded area and he didn't know where this conversation was heading.

"He had bright pink hair like you, my son stopped talking to me, but my grandson was the youngest of his older brother." She said this was strangely close to Saiki's father's relationship with his mother. When Saiki was little around the age of five or six, a lady came into the house but his dad began yelling at her, Saiki was too young to know what happened, so he was ignorant and supposed it was just one of those marketers that angered his father.

Later that day, his father said, that he may not see his grandma anytime soon, and Kusuo didn't think much about it, he later forgot about his grandma completely.

"the eldest's name began with a 'Ku' or a 'Ko' but my memory is beginning to fail, but the youngest...his name was my favorite name, his same was Kusuo..." She smiled sadly, "Kiyo? Kiyo Saiki?" Saiki asked, in disbelief tears began to swell up in his eyes.

"Yes that's me...how do you know?" she looked up at Saiki. "It's-it's me! Kusuo..." he said, he was always close to his grandparents, his grandmother's to be exact. The lady opened her eyes to Saiki to be met with the very same purple-violet eyes he has.