Starting in class C: not completely defective.

Arc 5 chapter 2: the beginning of it

I couldn't go back. Not yet.

I figured out a plan that would get me out.

I went to the nearby medical cabinet, and took out some bleach and rubbing alcohol.

I ripped a piece of fabric from my hospital gown, put it under the running tap, and put it over my nose and mouth.

I then put the bleach and rubbing alcohol in a bowl, and mixed the solution with the spoon I had used for my lunch. I got out a large cotton wool pad from the cabinet, and soaked it in the solution I had made: chloroform.

(A/N apparently this is how you make chloroform idk, but yeah he makes chloroform)

I pressed the assistance button, knowing that it would summon a nurse to the room fairly quick. I then stood behind the door, and waited for them.

When the door opened, I cupped the chloroform soaked rag around the nurse's nose and mouth, and waited until she fell unconscious. When she finally stopped moving, I laid her on the bed, and stripped her nurse's uniform off of her, and I swapped my current attire for hers.

I decided to give her a shred of dignity and put my old hospital gown on her.

I put the surgical mask on my face, and walked out the door.

As soon as I walked in to the hallway, I saw the three white room enforcers at the end of the hall, walking towards me, so I headed in the opposite direction, following the signs for the car park. I would have 10 minutes at best before they found me, and I didn't intend to stick around.

I took out the car keys of the nurse who's uniform I was wearing, and chuckled.

I'm really sorry about this.

When I got to the car park, I started to press the car keys, hoping that they would trigger a nearby car.

Beep beep

I looked around for the car that made the noise, and I saw that it was an old Toyota that had signalled.

Just as I was about to get in, however...

"I think it would be best if you stopped there, Ayanokouji."

I turned around, and saw the white man posing as a detective.

"And why would that be? So you can take me back to that place?" I asked.

"It's what's best. Both for you and the country as a whole. You know that, deep down," he said.

"I don't care if it's what's best, I'm not going back," I said, keeping my ground, getting in to a fighting stance.

"It's treason, then..." he said, adopting his own fighting stance.

(Couldn't resist)

Just as I was about to charge forwards...

"Get away, Ayanokouji!" A woman's voice exclaimed.

I looked over to where the voice had come from, and saw class D's homeroom teacher, Sae Chabashira, walking towards us.

"Chabashira-sensei, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I've come to save you. Go to this address, and stay there. Stay there and don't come back to ANHS," she said, handing me a slip of paper.

"Ah, Sae-chan, it seems you're still as defective as ever. You really haven't changed since school," the white man said.

"Well, Akito, it seems your nose is still firmly stuffed Ayanokouji-sensei's backside. You also haven't changed, it seems. Go, Ayanokouji. I'll hold him off long enough for you to escape," she directed that last part towards me.

So, he used to go to school with Chabashira, and my father taught both of them. How very interesting.

I got in the car and drove out of the car park, and drove as fast as the speed limit would allow in the bustling metropolis of Tokyo. Luckily it wasn't rush hour, but it was still pretty crowded.

I opened the slip of paper that Chabashira-sensei had given to me. Upon it was written:

[redacted] street, Sakyo, Kyoto.

Kyoto, huh? Why did she want me to go there?

Authors notes
1275 words.
Well, I'm back.
I'm not writing starting in class B any more, it's just too dogshit.
Bet you didn't expect this fic to be updated any more, huh?
Well, neither did I, to be honest.
Basically, a few days ago someone called the fic "trash". And of course, I was a little bit upset, but I thought to myself: "if this is trash, then what does that make the other fic I've done?" And I got a little demotivated to keep updating starting in class B.
And then, I had a mega big brainwave: what if Ayanokouji didn't die in starting in class C?
Well, I did always mean to continue this fic someday, and I deliberately didn't say Ayanokouji died so I could continue writing it. I guess that that day is today.
I also took a character from classroom of the elite: zero, a fic I started a while back. Samuel Akito, a European (still not sure what country I want him to be from, but probably England) boy raised in an orphanage. But the orphanage was kind of similar to the white room, and it taught the children very rigorously at a young age. He was then adopted by a Japanese diplomat, who gave Samuel his surname.
When the two moved back to Japan, Samuel went to ANHS, which is part of the plot to cote: zero, so I won't spoil any further.
So I suppose this fic is the canon succession to cote: zero.
Not much else to say, really.
Hope you're all doing well and I hope you enjoyed