Note: How're you enjoying it? Haha, I thought so. Poor Saizo, Yukki and Sasuke-kun are so mean to him. But he'll be okay, as always. Maybe I'll introduce more characters as I go, so hang in there.
Sasuke reached into his bag and pulled out his shorts. It was gym class, and he was in the boys' locker room. Some guys were in the shower stalls, smoking pot, and another few were trying to peep at the girls through a tiny hole in their wall. Sasuke pulled his shorts on and wondered what all the fuss was about. Girls were weak, and they either screamed or laughed way too much, or both. How did they do that? He stuffed his clothes into a locker and slammed it shut, managing to glare at the guys in the shower stall.
He would never do drugs. Or spy on semi-nude women. That was just stupid.
The people who were already outside waited for the gym teacher to come out. He was still in his office, trying to find his attendance sheet. He was always losing his attendance sheet.
"Hey, Shorty, what's your name?" A tall kid stood in the doorway, blocking Sasuke's way. He had platinum blond hair tied in a makeshift ponytail and his eyes were violet. He was the heart throb of all the girls in the school. Sasuke thought he saw the boy's mouth twitch, just a little bit. He was thin and sort of frail-looking, but he still looked like he could pick on someone Sasuke's height. As if!
Sasuke looked at the boy up and down, sizing him up before he said a word.
"Find out yourself, 'cause I'm not going to tell you." He made a semi-Death Glare and added a smirk to it for effect.
"Geez," the boy said. He looked hurt. "I just asked. But I'll call you Shorty anyway." The boy turned and sauntered over to the rest of the group, who were still waiting.
Sasuke glared and turned away. Who was the fag again? Giving people names like that; that guy would have to earn his respect if he wanted to call him nicknames. He continued his way over to the class and they all lined up against the wall in alphabetical order, like they were supposed to. Unfortunately, he got trapped by two girls, one on each side.
"Okaay! I found it!" The gym teacher lumbered out of the office waving his attendance sheet around. His name was Mr. Jim. He was a Navajo but nobody knew that. "Allen!" He called them by their surnames. "Cruz!"
"Here."
"Darwin!"
"Heere!"
He reached 'R'.
"Ray!"
The blond guy answered. "Present!" he was the only 'R'.
"Sanford."
"Here."
"Sarutobi!"
"Here,"Sasuke mumbled.
"Hey, Where're you from, you have a Japanese name." Mr. Jim stood in front of him. "Yeah, I know a Japanese when I see one."
Well, he was the first one to guess right. Sasuke decided to cut this guy some slack, he was pretty intelligent.
"Izzat your natural hair color?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with it?"
"It's white. But I'm really not here to admire your hair, am I? I'm here to torture you with sit ups and push ups, am I right? And today you will all get to run laps, thanks for reminding me."
"Aww man!!" the class moaned in unison.
"Hahaha," Mr. Jim laughed. "Aren't we gonna have fun today! Time to get those lazy butts of yours moving." He went back to calling roll and finished with 'Yale.'
"Everyone, drop down and give me fifty! Push ups, Go!"
Sasuke did as he was told and ended up being the first one finished, while the others, including "Ray" were barely on twenty-something.
"Now, sit-ups...Go!"
"Same number?" A girl drawled.
"Same number."
"Damn!"
"Shut your mouth."
Sasuke smirked, and went even faster. Nobody knew, but he was pretty built, with all the martial arts training and kendo. Not to mention he ate only the 'good stuff' and stayed away from carrots. Boy, he hated carrots. Sasuke breezed right through his sit-ups and stood up, waiting for the next command.
"Now everyone, get outside, we're going to run some laps."
Sometime later:
"S-Sasuke, w-wait...for...me!" 'Ray' wheezed. His blond hair was strewn all over, and his flushed face was dripping with sweat. He struggled to walk and every now and then he would streak forth with a burst of energy that only carried him about fifteen feet.
Sasuke growled in reply and slowed down a little bit, but it wasn't enough for the blond guy.
"S-slow down, some more!"
"This isn't a pity race, I'm supposed to beat all of you!" Sasuke snarled, and left him far behind.
The class was only supposed to run two laps, but after a fight broke out between two girls over the water, Mr. Jim lost his temper and made the whole class run eight more, to equal ten, with no water breaks. Sasuke was running his eighth lap with ease. Nobody reached six, or even seven. 'Ray' had to stop two minutes later due to an asthma attack and one girl sprained her ankle.
'Why am I not surprised?' Sasuke thought. 'They eat too much junk food. Even Japanese snacks are healthy.' He thought of onigiri and his stomach growled. He would make Saizo cook the rice, and he would make himself onigiri. The school lunches here tasted like garbage. Maybe he should start taking his own lunch to school, put it in a bentou box or something...oishii!
"You're pretty good, Sasuke." The gym teacher said. "Full marks for today. Nobody knows it, but this is really the quiz of the week. I like catching them off guard." He snickered evilly. Sasuke gulped down water and didn't say anything.
The girls who fought over water were now eyeing the white-haired boy with odd gleams in their eyes. Sasuke was so hell-bent on ignoring them that it actually worked.
That afternoon:
"Sasuke, you're home!!" Yukimura yelled. The house smelled like chocolate cake, but it was warm and toasty like an oven. Let's just say it had the classic 'homey touch' to it.
"Stay. Away. From me." The boy said, lethally. In reply, Yukimura put on the 'Scary Face' and walked slowly towards him like a zombie, with his arms outstretched, hands slowly making grabbing motions. Sasuke's eye twitched and he fled to the bathroom to hide in the shower.
"Come on, I was only kidding!" Yukki called after him. "But what an unusual place to hide, I could turn on that shower you know...as an afterthought..." he grinned and put a hand over his mouth to smother his giggle.
Ding!
"Yukimura-sama," Saizo said wearily. "The cake's done." He was still armed with his apron, two oven mitts and a rather large knife, complete with a white strip of cloth tied around his head with a red circle on it, the symbol of the Land of the Rising Sun. On either side of the red circle were the kanji for his name. He took the cake (a Bundt cake) and carefully turned it upside down, to remove it from the pan; it was perfectly circular. He took the now liquefied icing from the microwave and poured it around the edges. It was like a large donut. Yukimura sniffed the air and sidled over.
"I was gonna take one anyway." Sasuke continued, grabbing a towel. "I got jumped by a bunch of stupid girls on the way home. They rubbed their ugly flower scent on me and put glitter on my face." A shiver went down his spine.
"Good good," Yukimura said, but he was referring to Saizo's chocolate cake. Sasuke slammed the door irritably and turned the shower on full blast.
"How long did this take you? It's verry delicious. You'll be the next Martha Stewart hahaha...!" Yukimura left, still licking icing off his finger like a kitten, savoring every bit of it. "Man, I love chocolate. I love it like sake. Oh, yeah, before I forget, Saizo, would you mind going down to that Asian supermarket and buying me some sake? Oh, and don't forget the nori. Sasuke will probably want onigiri or something...maybe sushi..."
Saizo tottered to the bedroom and closed the door.
At the blond guy's house:
"Honey, you're home, where've you been?" A blond woman came out of the kitchen to give her son a hug and a peck on the head.
"Mom, quit it."
"What's wrong?"
Silence.
"This is about Dad, isn't it?"
He nodded. "I don't want to be asking this again," he said slowly. "Why did you two have to split up?"
Tsk tsk tsk, this is starting to become too angsty for me, so I'll just cut off to the next chapter. I'm still trying to find a stupid name for this 'Ray' guy too. Can you come up with a name? I'll leave the choice up to you!