Disclaimer: Don't own SDK or the characters. Except the original ones, though I'd hate to because they're all losers.

Note: By the way, Sasuke's bilingual. He took English classes back when he was in Japan. If you ask me, he's pretty good at it. (Sasuke: Of course I am! Pouts ) Yeah, I know...

Sasuke watched the trees pass by and he missed Japan. He slowly brought out his kendama and longed to toss the ball into the air and take his mind off things. He slipped it back into his pocket or wherever-he-keeps-it and went back to staring out the window. America was nothing but a country full of weirdoes.

"Snake-Eyes!" whispered the boy in front of him.

The old lady up front didn't hear him, but the kids around him did, so they smirked and giggled with silent laughter.

The bus pulled to a stop at the school, and all the kids scurried down the steps and scattered into the courtyard, where there stood a couple of basketball goals and a rickety playground set that the government was too lazy to tear down because it would cost them valuable time and money. As ancient as it was, it still wasn't old enough to be called a hazard.

Sasuke waited impatiently for the bell to ring. There was a tug on his sleeve. He looked down and saw a skinny girl wearing a miniskirt and a flowered tank. She had her brown hair in a tight tight ponytail, so tight she could have been Japanese. Sasuke guessed it was her older sister must've fixed it for her. He bet it was painful, walking around with your hair pulled back like that.

"Hi, I'm Lacey!" a little girl said. She peered up at him through squeaky-clean eyeglasses and scratched one of her scabby knees. "What's your name?"

Sasuke pursed his lips. "Sasuke. Just Sasuke."

"I fall down a lot. My mom says I'm accident-prone, whatever that means..." Lacey adjusted her glasses. "Do you like to dance? I do. I dance a lot, even in the shower...!"

"Look, I really don't want to know what kinds of things you do in the shower, or that kind of thing. I loathe dancing. And singing." He added.

"Fine, then." Lacey said, not at all bothered. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Girls are revolting. Look, I hate girls because they talk about stuff like this."

"I get headaches a lot too."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Where do you live, anyway?"

The bell rang, and Sasuke took off into the crowd.

"Sasuke wait!" she called, but he left her far behind. Half-blind girls with chronic headaches; talk about a hard life. Sasuke hurried into his assigned sixth grade classroom and sat down, far at the back. It wasn't long before the teacher—Mr. Comar—walked in and began taking roll. Sasuke was the last to be called.

"Sa-soo-kay?"

"Mumble."

"Enh? Can't hear you!"

"Here."

Mr. Comar smiled big and bright. "Well, well, well," he began.

'Does everyone here say that?' Sasuke thought.

"Come up here, Sa-soo-kay,"

Sasuke reluctantly stood up and sidled up to the grimy chalkboard and faced the class. He folded his arms and scowled.

"Alright, Macho Man, tell us about yourself!" Mr. Comar beamed, taking a breath mint out of his shirt pocket. He chewed on it and leaned against his desk. He licked his lips. Sasuke looked at his classmates and back at Mr. Comar.

It was so quiet you could almost hear the acid climbing its way up Mr. Comar's esophagus, he made a face and gulped it back down, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Well—who's in your family?"

"If you can call it a family." Sasuke said, gruffly, wondering if Yukimura would count as a dad. "You could say I'm the one looking out for them, because of their extreme tendency to get drunk and bring home women I don't know." Not the other guy, though, but he still drives me nuts." He didn't mention Kosuke. (Though he should have...due to the weird thoughts that were springing up in the minds of all the people in the room...!)

"O-kay," Mr. Comar said, screwing up his face due to his heartburn. He wondered what the boy was talking about. Were his parents gay? Not many people knew what kind of secret life Mr. Comar lived back at the teacher housing, but that was a well-kept secret. Anyway, coming back to Sasuke and the class...

"Do you have any pets?" a girl in the front asked.

"You could say animals don't bother me. I had a dog once." Sasuke admitted. (He loved animals! Really! )

"When's your birthday?"

"...Don't ask." He mumbled. Every year Sasuke dreaded his birthday. Somehow Yukimura always surprised him with birthday bashes every year that almost always ended up with everyone getting drunk. Sasuke, Saizo and Kosuke were the only ones that kept their sanity, for Yukimura's sake of course, but Yukimura partied away and made a fool of himself as usual. Once he even got laid with the mother of one girl, who would later on become pregnant at another party that night.

"Tell me, Sasuke," a boy in the back row called. "Why is it that boys in Japan look like fags or something?"

"You tell me," Sasuke answered. "Why guys like you are so stupid in the first place. I'd rather be anywhere than here." He narrowed his eyes until everyone in the room quivered from fear or fascination. "There are a lot of tough guys out there, but remember this: I'm the toughest of them all."

"Okay, now. Enough questions." Mr. Comar was sweating slightly; watching Sasuke go back to his seat. The boy threw the whoopee cushion that had been sitting on it into the face of the boy who asked the fag question.

"Go die!" Sasuke hissed, and sat down.

"Now Sasuke, no death threats in my classroom." Mr. Comar said soothingly, following the directions in the teacher's manual. (Chapter 10: How to Deal With Unruly Behavior and Death Threats)

"It wasn't directed at you, Mr. Comar." Sasuke said moodily. He was losing interest, and fast.

Something about the way Sasuke said that sent shivers running down the teacher's spine. "Now, Sasuke," he said. "I want you to calm down, or I will ask you to leave my classroom..."

"Look, this wouldn't keep going on forever if you didn't keep provoking me like this..."

"Now hon, I mean Sasuke. I'll need you to be quiet now."

"HE CALLED SASUKE 'HONEY'!!"

The kendama whipped out of nowhere and Sasuke clonked the boy who yelled. (It was the guy with the whoopee cushion.) The hard wooden ball slammed him in the face and he fell out of his seat, apparently unconscious.

Mr. Comar looked at the two of them with horror.

Klok klok. Sasuke casually hit the ball a couple of times and paused, with the ball steadily balanced on the wood. There was a rather evil smirk on his face.

"Could've been worse; but he had it coming."

"Oh my gawd, blood!" a girl screamed, and fainted too.

(If you got ideas, tell me, because I have a tendency to make stories about nothing sometimes. Even that gets tiring. Don't forget to review it...!)