2 "Revenge proves to be it's own Executioner."
"U..Uchi-ha? Am I saying this right?" I looked up, eyeing the teacher. His name was Minato Namikaze. He was the Audio Recording/Songwriting teacher. He came form Japanese roots, though he was half- American, and was raised here in the U.S. I cleared my throat quiet but roughly, before correcting the man.
"My name is Sasuke Uchiha." I glared as the man eyed me up and down, as if sizing me up to see what kind of student I'd be. It was always the same, each teacher looked at you the same here.
I guess that's high school.
"Alright Where are you from? This is like…well, this is a name straight from an anime, kid." The man at the front of the room chuckled, setting his papers down. A lot of the students in the room turned to look at me, a few saying 'He looks just like the Sasuke character!" I groaned silently, glaring each of them down. The way they looked at me as if I was to be some form of entertainment was sickeningly annoying.
"I don't think that should be the classes business, Mr.…Namikaze. And surely if you were aware that my name was used there, you should know that your own was used, as well." He looked at me, shock twisting his features for a short moment, before he shrugged, starting his 'welcome to class' speech.
"Fair enough. I want each of you to take out a notebook- I don't care which kind, just a book with paper in it. Put your name, and this class period on the cover. With that, I want you to start working on this assignment, each of you have to answer the 20 questions on the board. The order doesn't matter. When you're finished, just raise your hand, and I'll swing over and pick it up."
I glared at the white board that sat on the was less that seven feet away from me. I always chose the front row, or closest seat. It helped me focus, and teachers tend to forget I'm even in the front, surprisingly.
I opened my black composition notebook, turning to the second page, and titling it.[1] I copied each question quickly, before looking them over.
After the first two, I stopped answering the questions, they were all pointless queries about favorite colors, stores, and shoe brands. All small, personal details I didn't need anyone, let alone a teacher, knowing. I raised my hand, holding it carelessly as the teacher took the notebook. He smirked as he looked at the page, before walking away.
Namikaze looked straight at me, smirking as I tried to remember, just where I had seen those bright, blue eyes before.
I quickly packed my things back into my plain black, red, and blue backpack, before slinging it over my shoulder and leaving, making me the first one out the door as the bell rung.
Students filled the hallway, rushing each way, crowding and shoving in determination to get to their next classes on time. I glared as a bleach blonde girl walked down the hall, shoving past me to get to a brunette boy, standing with an older blonde girl.
"Ino! Is it….is it true? Is Sakura...is she…really…gone?"The older blonde, Temari Sabaku, looked down as the youngest nodded, a fresh bout of tears cascading down her still damp cheeks.
"Y-yeah. Her mom c-called me last n-night to-" I glared harshly at the back of the Yamanaka. She was going to get in the way; I could already tell.
"A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and hate."