Disclaimer-Oops. Uh, sorry about that. I kinda forgot this on my first edition of this so I'm updating just to add this. Anyway, in no way do I own Dragonball Z. The only thing in here I own is Jax. Thanks Android 71 for alerting me to this problem.
First impressions. They are very important and usually false. I doubt what people see when they meet me is truly me. I like to throw people off. I like to keep them at bay. It's so much easier then trying to fit in. My latest "father" almost didn't let me out of the house this morning because of my appearance. Let's start from the top shall we. My hair, short, spiked, deep black tipped in orange and lime green. My face holds a thin white scar that contrast sharply with my tanned skin. The scar runs from the center of my left cheek to my hair line and beyond. The hair over the scar is a bright blue. My eyes are a bright silver, very reflective. Would you believe that it's my natural eye color, well it is. My eyebrows are black with a horizontal orange stripe on the left one and a lime green one on the other. My eyes are large, my nose small, my lips thin and pale, my jaw has a gentle curve, my ears are small and close to my head. My right ear has a vine tattoo running up the outside edge, a blood red flower blooms in the lobe. My slender throat has a choker of sorts around it. A small watch face, gold rimmed with a dark green center with orange tiger is held on with a strip of hemp. My frame is slender but muscular. It is covered in a loose shirt that covers me completely from neck to waist and to the wrists. The shirt is a deep red. Over that is a short jacket of silver with red trim. My pants are baggy, wrinkled, with many pockets and cover the tops of my shoes, the pants are a painfully bright orange. My shoes are simple white sneakers. Shocking others doesn't have to come at the expense of my personal comfort. I have slung over my back a brown and gold bag. My school patch that I have to wear is stuck to my right thigh.
My "father" pulls up the car in front of my new school. I jump out as quickly as I can, I hate cars. I look up at the massive building. First impression: There will be a group of rich and jock type populars ruling the school and raining scorn on the lesser people. There will be a group of outcasts, and a group of wannabe populars. The teaching will be impersonal and lecture style, i.e. boring as all hell and I will learn nothing. I could look forward to a day of jostling and half awakeness.
I turn back to my "father." My first impression of him was stable, bound by the rules and whims of those more important than him. He dressed in drab business suits and drove a drab economy class car.
I smile in my sarcastic way at him. "Goodbye, Mr. Nori. I'll see you after school."
He gives me his most stern look. "Stay out of trouble, Lauren."
I roll my eyes. "Don't worry. And the name's Jax."
He takes off. I smile after him. He got more than he bargained for when he got me. I look around at the gathering students, many are staring at me. I don't know if it's because of my appearance, my being new, or the fact that I was American and they were Japanese. I smirk. I walk into the building, feeling the stares follow me. I walk up to the desk at the front office. The woman looks up at me and blinks. First impression: old frumpy woman, whose a day short of retirement and can't stand upstart children. She likes the nice quiet ones. She had gray wispy hair pulled back into a no nonsense bun. Her clothes were pastel in color and very modest.
"Can I help you?" she asked rather miffed like.
"Yeah," I drawl, made difficult by the fact that I've just been learning Japanese for the last month. "I'm new around here. You're supposed to have a schedule and a couple of other things for me."
She scowls then looks down at her desk. She sifts through a pile or too then gives a triumphant ha. She comes up with a file folder.
"And your name is?"
"Ja—I mean Lauren Nori."
She hands over some papers. "Schedule, locker number and combination, map, and a general information form to fill out. You can sit over there to fill it out." She points to a couple of straight-backed wooden chairs against the office wall. I nod and sit down. I look at the paper I need to fill out. And continue to look at it blankly. It's written in Japanese. I know maybe a handful of Japanese characters, mostly numbers and a few of the more common ones I would most likely need for school, but nothing like this. Just as I'm about to go up to the desk to ask the lady to translate two boys come in.
First impression: niiice. The taller of the pair is cute, has an innocence about him. His hair is black and spiked, a little longer than mine. His eyes are black. He has a smile on his face, and by the looks of it it seems to be a perpetual one. He's wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a black vest over it and orange pants, I look down at myself. I hate matching. Although my pants are cargo and wrinkled and his are straight-legged and pressed. He has broad shoulders and I can tell he works out often.
The shorter of the two is intense, very hot. His hair is a pale purple, lavender. The color though sissy on most people fits him just right. The hair is a mushroom cut, the ends just brushing his ears. His eyes are deep blue and hard, they make him look too old to be in high school. He's wearing a black tank and baggy black pants. Over it he has a short blue jacket. He's wearing boots that are bright yellow. His build is similar to that of the first guy.
They must be new too, because they move to sit next to me with papers in hand. The cute one glances at me, his eyes widen. I just look at him waiting for him to speak, make a fool of himself. He averts his eyes and sits a couple seats away. Mr. Intense narrows his eyes at me and sits next to his friend. I sigh. I need help and this guy seems like a decent enough guy to get to know. He's definitely not shallow or stupid, he's worth my effort.
I turn to him. "Excuse me?"
He snaps his gaze to me.
"Can you help me?" I ask in my broken Japanese.
One lavender brow quirks. He looks me up and down. "Your not from around here are you?"
"No. I'm from America." Both brows are up now. "I've only been learning Japanese for about a month. I can understand speech and I know enough to make myself understood when I talk. But my main problem is the writing. I'm used to 26 letters combining to make up words instead of all these characters that you guys have. I only now the basics numbers and a few of the more common characters, and my name. But everything else is just scribbles. Could you possibly help me fill out this paper because to me it's just gibberish."
"You picked up the language pretty fast if you can speak as well as you can with only a month of learning."
"Yeah, well, I'm a faster learner." I sigh. "Except for this part."
His lips twitch. A smile. Ha, I got a smile out of him, well not much of one, but it doesn't look like he smiles all that much so it's an accomplishment.
He jerks his head, motioning for me to move over to the seat next to him. All through the exchange Mr. Cute has been periodically glancing up. His face expressionless except for a small hint of curiosity.
"I'll help you as soon as I finish filling out my own, okay?" he asks after I move over.
"Great." Now I have a chance to study him further. I watch his hands, there strong, long slender yet powerful fingers, clipped fingernails. No hangnails. His palms are calloused, rough. They are exquisite hands, the kind of hands you want to explore with your own. The kind of hands that you want exploring your flesh, the rough palms abrading your soft skin. Woah. Got to stop thinking like that, don't want my blood to start pumping at supersonic speeds, we're in school, he'll notice. I'll wait for later tonight. I tear my gaze away from him. I can't look at those hands, that mouth without having erotic thoughts race through my mind. His friend's a little easier to look at, not as sexual, more cute, cuddly. Lavender boy would be a good sex toy, spike boy someone to cuddle with.
Okay, lets look at the lovely pictures on the wall. Wow, girl you've been deprived haven't you. Poor me. The pictures are interesting, pastoral landscapes. Feelings of peace and calm accompany them. Just what I need.
"Alright, I can help you now." His quiet voice makes me start. Wow, is it sexy, so deep and masculine. Stop it.
"Okay. Um, do you think you could fill it out for me, I've only mastered my name so far." He nods and takes the paper. Our hands brush. A thrill rushes through me. Calm, calm, must remain calm.
"First question: name?"
"Lauren Ja—dammit. Uh, I mean Nori."
His eyebrow quirks. "What did you say?"
"Lauren Nori." He gives me a look. "Sorry. I was going to say Jackson because that is my original name and then I remembered I had a new name and swore in English."
"New name?"
"Yeah, I'm adopted."
"Oh."
Slight pause.
"Anyway, next question. Birth date?"
"3 of March ----."
"Sex? I'm guessing female but I could be wrong."
I swat at him, but he catches my hand before I can connect. I blink. He moves fast. But he also just made a joke. I'm proud of him. Although I don't even now if he does that often, it just doesn't seem like it.
"Just kidding," he says quietly then drops my hand. "Guardian?"
"Mr. Nori." That look again. "Hey I can't joke?" The look continues. "Alright, Nisugo Nori. Happy?"
He just writes it down. "You know you should market that look. Parents and teachers would pay a premium."
He just looks at me. I'm getting tired of that look. Although it is sexy. Stop it!
We continue through questions about family, address, and health problems. When finished all three of us go up to the desk to hand in our papers. I look at Mr. Cute, who has been quite the whole time, maybe I should just call him Mr. Quiet, but that just doesn't seem to fit him. What am I talking about? Aren't I the one who says first impressions can be misleading.
I stick out my hand to him. "I'm Jax. And you are?"
He looks at my hand and then grasps it loosely, whether from fear of hurting me or fear of me. "I'm Gohan."
"And I'm Trunks." That quiet voice again.
"I thought your name was Lauren?" That's Gohan. His voice isn't quiet, or sexy. It's not even very masculine, it's friendly.
"Jax is my nickname. I prefer it to Lauren."
"Well, welcome to Japan, Jax," Gohan says.
I smile at him. "Thanks."
"So what's your first class?"
I hand him the paper. "You tell me?"
He laughs lightly. Trunks is now quiet. Content to watch.
"Lets see. Hey, you're with us. Come on we can walk together."