"Please, Stop i—"

A kick straight to the face, followed by a clean shoulder throw, Mitsukuni dusted his pants off before picking Reiko up.

"Are you alright, Big Sis?" he beamed, looking at the voluptuous blond behind him. He barely took in her startled expression before turning back to the three street thugs. A hand to his hips as the other securely held Reiko, he shook his head disapprovingly. "You shouldn't bully pretty girls, Big Brothers," he reprimanded, an angry yet cute looking pout on his face.

"Ha?" the tattooed punk vocalized, cracking his knuckles. "Don't get involved, kid. You wouldn't be able to bear the consequences," he threatened as he took a step closer to the much shorter male.

Mitsukuni unimpressed looked at the towering adult. "Tss, tss, tss, don't talk like that Big Brother," he sternly lectured, unbothered by the glares.

The one with a hoodie, who he previously kicked in the face, snarled before spitting on the ground. "You're going to regret that, brat," he growled as he stalked closer to the blond teen.

Mitsukuni took a glance at the curvy woman behind him to check on her condition. Seeing that she was alright— although slightly shaken it seemed, he looked back at the aggressors.

His honey-brown eyes swept the mustached man on the ground. Knocked out from his previous shoulder throw, he ignored him and focused on the still-standing men.

"You know, Big Brothers, if you surrender yourself to the police, I won't fight you," he earnestly proposed, his round doe eyes squarely looking into theirs.

The proposition seemed out of this world. The two men burst out laughing. The male with a tattoo, who regained his breath first, smirked. "Listen up, if you want to play house with your doll, get out of the way before it gets ugly."

Mitsukuni blinked, the temperature around him dropped by an unnoticeable degree. "Doll?" he lowly echoed.

The hooded man, feeling like they had hit a nerve, snickered. "Right, go play with your doll and leave us adults alone," he admonished, taking a step closer. He extended his hand to hit the head of the cat plushy but found his wrist in the grasp of the blond teen.

"Don't you dare touch Reiko with your filthy hands," he growled, his honey-brown eyes glinted with a dangerous light before he swiftly twisted and broke the male's wrist. He watched the male cower with disgust before stepping closer as the other retreated toward their car. "Don't talk about her with your dirty mouths either," he commanded.

"Fuck, what did you do, you fucker!" the tattooed one retaliated when he realized what was going on. He readied his fist for a punch, only to receive a kick in his family jewels. He hunched over, his hands between his legs to grab his wounded parts.

"Don't swear, Big Brother. You'll dirty Reiko's ears," he darkly taught. Mitsukuni looked at the last one standing, the male with a broken wrist and a hoodie, and took a step closer. "Harassing girls is bad, Big Brother, you should stop," he articulated before swirling on himself and walking away and closer to the blond woman.

Irina stared at the teen in apprehension. Her report didn't say anything about another assassin walking the streets. What's more, from his stature, he was a student. If so, most probably sent in her target's class. She refrained herself from displaying her tumultuous feelings and plastered a grateful smile on her face.

Whatever. Even if Plan A failed, gaining the other assassin's sympathy or bringing him to her side would do. The teen was a male and, from what she got, advocated women's right— more or less.

"Oh my, that was so courageous of you!" she praised, hands clasped in front of her chest to highlight their size as she leaned down to be at the boy's height. "How can I possibly thank you?" she asked in an overly sweet voice.

Mitsukuni blinked. This Big Sister was really adamant about thanking him. Her psychological quality was also high as she regained her composure quicker than he thought.

Feeling that the boy's reaction wasn't quite right, Irina shifted her focus to the black cat doll in his arms. Plan B. "And your plush is so cute!" she praised, she didn't miss the way the blond's face lit up. "Her name is Reiko? Such a beautiful name for such a cutie!" she added with a grin.

Mitsukuni grinned, enthusiastically nodded before grabbing the blond's hand. She had good tastes alright, what if she was a bit strange? Who wasn't? Take Karma. He was one of the oddest people he knew this life around. Tamaki wasn't all that normal either— Mitsukuni was used to unique people. The blond shouldn't bother him.

"Isn't she? Sweets is the sweetest of all!" he boasted with a childish grin as he kept the blond's hands in his grip.

Irina noted that he called the doll "Sweets," yet did not correct her when she called out "Reiko," and deduced it was her nickname. The kid was peculiar, alright. Maybe it was his way of coping with assassinations?

The idea brought back some unwanted memories of her childhood, and she found herself getting more indulgent with the blond.

"My name is Kannazuki Mitsukuni, are you alright, Big Sister?" the strawberry blond introduced, he had a good feeling about his woman. She was a bit too voluptuous to his liking, but what could he do? The girl didn't decide her breast size.

"Irina Jelavic," she answered with a smile. "Thanks a lot, Mistukuni," she said before bringing a hand to her lips. "Oh, I'm sorry. For easterners, Kannazuki would be better?" she asked, fluttering her eyes at the teen.

The blond was unfazed. "Are you Russian, Big Sister?" he asked, switching to Russian with ease. His wording was perfect, and if not for his slight Japanese accent, Irina would have doubted he was Japanese.

"Yes!" she said, not missing a beat. Though startled by the teen, she was a pro. This much wouldn't make her crack. "You speak Russian too, Mitsukuni?" she inquired, staying on the first-names basis since the blond didn't correct her.

Mitsukuni hummed. "Out of personal interest," he said. He couldn't tell her that he learned it in his previous life. He felt his phone buzz in his school bag. Probably Gakushu because he wasn't at school yet. He deduced that the bell would ring in five. "Then Big Sister, it was nice meeting you," he smiled before waving at her.

Irina quickly caught his sleeve. "Ah, excuse me, do you know the way to Kunugigaoka Junior High? I'm lost," she admitted with an embarrassed laugh.

Mitsukuni blinked his doe eyes in surprise before beaming and nodding. His school bag thrown over his shoulder, he kept Reiko carefully, secured under his right arm. His left hand reached out to grab Irina's left one.

"I'm going there, let's go together, Big Sister!" he proposed before guiding the girl through the streets. He would probably be late, but so long as his results stayed on point, the teachers wouldn't say a word. The one who would reprimand him was Gakushu.

::

"Class 3-E?" Mitsukuni echoed as they reached the main building.

"Yes, I'll be teaching this class in foreign languages," Irina agreed. She paused, noticing that the boy was leading her inside the main building and not up the hill as her contract specified. "What about you, Mitsukuni, what class are you in?"

"Me?" the strawberry blond rhetorically asked. "I'm in 3-A, in the main building. If you're looking for 3-E, Big Sister, you need to go up the hill," he earnestly explained before stopping in his track. "I was going to bring you to the headmaster's office, but do you want to go to 3-E directly?"

Irina nodded. So the boy wasn't an assassin, she mused with a smile. Only an extremely skilled Martial Artist who learned foreign languages such as Russian as a hobby. Perfectly normal.

Damn, were every Kunugigaoka students this peculiar?

"Shall I lead you to the prefab?" he asked, pointing at the top of the mountain.

Her cerulean eyes flickered from the blond to the precast before she shook her head, a polite smile on his face. "No, it's okay. Thank you, Mitsukuni," she bade with a light bow and a wave before she began to climb the hill.

The teen wasn't polite. Not bothering to ask her again, Mitsukuni nodded in understanding. "Okay," he agreed. His mind drifted for a second before he beamed. "Then I'll see you at the monthly assembly, Big Sister," he asserted.

Irina had no idea what the assembly was, and she didn't think she would stay until then. After all, she didn't think that taking her target out would take much time. Nonetheless, she nodded.

"Yes, I'll probably see you then."

::

"A new teacher for class 3-E?" Gakushu echoed with a raised eyebrow as he brought some pickled vegetables to his mouth.

Mitsukuni nodded, his chopsticks picked up a piece of fried chicken. "Yes, her name is Irina Jelavic, she's from Russia," he said, licking his upper lip off the grease before taking another bite. "I like her, she understands Sweets," he added before wiping his mouth with a paper napkin.

Gakushu refrained his snort, he smirked. "Is that so?"

Seo rolled his eyes before clicking his tongue in distaste. "You like everyone who likes your Reiko, Kannzuki," he corrected with a sneer. "She's probably as useless as those deadweights, I don't understand why you would like her," he scoffed before taking a sip of his water glass.

"Now, now, no need to put it so crudely, Seo," Sakakibara admonished with one of his "handsome" smiles. "It is better to say that Kannazuki has a big heart, he even finds time to care for the E-class," he praised.

Gakushu didn't refrain his lips from curling into a smile. "A big heart," he whispered before snorting.

Seo shook his head. "Nah, it's acting stupid," he refuted as he pulled a toothpick from a box in his bag. "I mean, there's a reason why we're in A-class, and they aren't," he said.

Araki nodded his head in agreement. "Exactly, there's no reason why we should bother ourselves with them," he raised. "Isn't it E for End in the first place?" he rhetorically stated.

Mitsukuni slightly frowned, he pursed his lips. Although he wouldn't defend E-class as he didn't think they were worth it for the moment, it didn't mean that he agreed with every one of their statements.

For instance, even if he knew Irina for less than a day, he was sure that she was skilled in foreign languages. It was the way she held herself, switched between them so casually— she didn't need to speak five languages. English was more than enough to teach. And with her proficiency in both Russian and Japanese, both that seemed as natural as if they were her mother tongue, he didn't doubt her English one bit.

Anyway, he will ask Karma. Irina was his teacher, he would know.

::

"You mean Bitch-sensei?" Karma asked.

Mitsukuni blinked, he sat up from his lying position on his bed to look at the redhead who leaned against it, a magazine in hand.

"Bitch-sensei?" Mitsukuni doubtfully echoed. "Are you sure you're talking about Irina?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, Big Sister wasn't a prostitute when I saw her," he said, his hands clasped over over Reiko's ears the whole time.

Karma snorted, he leaned onto the bed, his head laid atop of it as his mercury eyes slid to look at the strawberry blond head. "I know. It's because of her family name. Don't you think that the Vic in Jelavic sounds a bit like Bitch?" he explained with a laugh.

Vic. Bitch. Vic. Bitch.

No matter how he saw it, it only sounded this way if you weren't used to Russian. Mitsukuni pursed his lips, unconvinced.

Seeing his friend so obviously disagree, Karma cackled. "Come on, Mitsukuni, where's the jokester in you?" he teased with a sly grin. "I thought you would get me," he added with a disappointed shake of his head.

Mitsukuni tilted his head. He crawled closer to the redhead and sighed. "I think it's because I can't seem to link the word Bitch to Irina," he admitted.

Karma looked at him in mild disbelief. "Really? The whole class agreed with me, though," he declared. "Plus, her clothes are on the tight and sexy side, and she's hella rude," he added, counting on his fingers as he went on.

Mitsukuni frowned. He really couldn't bring himself to link this description to the woman of this morning.

I realized after writing this chapter that Mitsukuni (in this fic at least) had some slight Gary Stu vibes.

Also, new Arc, I call this one the "Ignorance Arc"  ¯\_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯

Thanks for reading, until next time^^