"Did you hear?"

A female had started off a topic, the class breaking into discussion. "Is it a chick?" One of the boys had asked among his friends with a lecherous grin. "If it is, she better not like Sasuke!" A frown appeared on a few faces, mainly that of women. There was already very few girls among the students, and the majority were all flocking towards one man. No extra competition was wanted.

"Is this really necessary...?" Why was I questioning it after so much time had passed. My voice had risen a few octaves – I still wasn't used to it. However my vocal box grew accustomed to the change. 'You're still young and underdeveloped,' was what his teacher had told him, 'it is best if you use those points to your advantage.' I shook my head, clearing the memory as I looked up to my guardian. "Yes, and only the principal and one teacher know, none of the other staff. Keep that in mind." They were in the lobby, the secretary had gone into another room to retrieve files.

One she had returned, we both stood from our seats. "Here you go miss Takara. Stop by tomorrow and I'll get you your locker key," she handed me my schedule with a smile. I scanned the paper, glad the majority of my choices being on it. "Welcome to your first year of high school. I'll take you to your homeroom class." I gave a smile back and a nod as I turned towards my caretaker. "Take care, Kumi," had been the last thing he told me before he exited the learning facility.

I still wasn't used to it.

As I was guided to my home room, I hesitantly pulled at the red plaid skirt in attempt to lower it. It was much too short for my liking – it reached about mid-thigh on my legs. I had felt nervous seeing as it was a flimsy piece of material, a pair of tight-fitting shorts had been put on top of my undergarments. I had a padded sports' bra on so my chest wouldn't seem too flat, and the school's blouse. The bow hadn't been mandatory, so I chose not to wear it. Black converse adorned my feet. I had gotten red laces to match the large, red anarchy sign on the side. I don't believe I'm an anarchist, I just took the shoes because they looked nice. Besides, it had been half-covered by the black leg warmers I had chosen to wear. I simply could not stand that my legs were so exposed.

I carried a gray messenger bag filled with my school supplies. I was glad I didn't receive the textbooks before-hand. Less work. My hand went to touch my neck gently. An Adam's apple was no where to be found. My almost-white hair draped onto my shoulders, two segments having been tied by crimson material.

"Don't worry, I'm sure everyone'll treat you nicely, go on in."

I had been immersed by my thoughts that I hadn't realized that we had arrived. "Ah... Thank you," I smiled, turning the doorknob softly and opening it.

It's noisy. That was my first thought as I looked at the students before walking towards the teacher's desk. I quickly stated that I was the new student. The man stood up, giving me a reassuring smile before turning his attention to his other students. He had managed to silence them down and get to their seats – that was when I felt their eyes on me. Was this how being a new student felt? Perhaps it was only because I had come a few weeks tardy.

I looked at my schedule again. All the teacher's names had been printed across from what they taught, or which homeroom I was in. Mr. Umino. The man began introducing me to the class. "Everyone, this is Kumi Takara." If I were to be introduced at home, my name would've been Kimimaro Kaguya. I guess it could be said that I was living a double life. "You can go sit beside..." he looked for an empty desk, "beside Shino. Shino, raise your hand." A boy with brown hair and shaded glasses raised his hand. The empty desk was located on the corner of the room, which suited me fine. The class resumed it's previous noise levels.

I had been surrounded by both males and females who bombarded me with questions. That ranged from why I came late (to which I replied "personal reasons") to if I was fully Japanese. I guess that was questionable. After all, I had green eyes and platinum blond hair. I prefer calling it white, seeing as it neared that color more than blond. I was glad when the teacher had told everyone to return to their seats to stop 'suffocating the new student.'

"Um... Shino... what class do you have next?" I asked softly, though he seems to have heard me. He held out his hand. For a moment, I was confused, but then realized to give him my schedule. He looked at it momentarily before giving it back.

"We're in the same science. I'll take you there."

I merely nodded, placing my schedule inside my messenger bag. Biology. It seemed a lot more appealing than chemistry or physics. The only reason I chose this school (or was chosen for me, I still wanted to attend it) was because they were known for their extra-curricular activities. The bell rang, breaking me from my thoughts. I watched as Shino stood, mimicking his action and pushing in my chair as I began to follow him.

I was glad to have sat beside someone who shared my next class – the school was unbelievably large. I caught up to Shino after I was done gaping, walking beside him. Now that we were both standing side by side, I realized how tall he is. I had to look up to him to meet his eyes – well, shades in this situation. I ignored the chatter as we walked to our next class. "Are we allowed to listen to music outside of class time?" I questioned, not wanting my music player taken a way. He merely nodded.

As we walked into the biology class, there were merely three students already there. My eyes lit up as I saw the teacher for this course. "Orochimaru-senpai!" I usually didn't use Japanese honorifics, but there were some cases where I did. He must've been the other person that knew about my secret. He was actually the one who had taught me the basics when I first started Kabuki. "Kumi, you have to call me sensei." I watched his lips curl upwards and I nodded.