✧Sasuke✧

The cold didn't really bother me, though. I've always felt way too hot if I wore a coat. Mom is always madish, but not really at the same time when I come down in a light zip-up sweater or a long sleeve shirt, but I've always had a higher body temperature than others. Some of the people around school called me a personal body heater. Dad says that my mom is the same way for her body heat. But, other than that, I was always called the spitting image of my father. The only thing that's different is that I have crimson red eyes. Neither my mother or father has red eyes. Yeah, dads are gold and that's a very rare color, but moms are blue. No one really understands how I ended up with a completely different eye color from either of them. Dad has always told me that there have been very strong people with red eyes and that I shouldn't let others get the better of me because I'm different. It's hard to do when my eyes stand out so much from my black hair. That was something that I always got picked on about in school. I'm hoping that this year though it'll be different. I just have a feeling that this year things are going to change.

I don’t think that mom and dad really realized how early it is sometimes. I made it to school about an hour before school was supposed to start. I guess that’s a good thing in a way. It lets me go and talk to dad first. Wandering into the school the principal’s office is right in the main hall when you take a left from the main doors. The secretary wasn’t at her desk so I just walked straight through and saw that the office door was open. I knock twice getting dad’s attention before fully walking into the office, "Morning again," I greet him sitting on the arm of one of the chairs in his office.

"Sit all the way down in the chair Sasuke," My father said looking back at the computer that was on the desk and typing away.

I slide all the way into the chair so my legs are propped up on the arm and my back leaning against the other, "Hey dad do you think I can…" He cut me off.

"Your mother and I discussed it and there is a bed open in one of the dorms, you can stay in the dorms. Your sixteen, we both agree that you are responsible enough to stay here.” He told me clicking away on the keyboard.

"Cool so when can I move my stuff in?" I asked perking up. Finally, a chance to be able to feel more independent and have a bit more freedom!

"I had student services give me your dorm room number and key," Dad said stopping what he was doing and opening a drawer to pull out two pieces of paper and a small envelope. "You can check out your dorm after school and over the week you can get what you want to bring to your dorm. This weekend we'll get your stuff over to your dorm." He explained a small smile spreading on his lips. I glanced at the papers then leaned over the arm of the chair and tossed the papers and envelope in my bag to keep them safe.

Right now dad is actually covering for one of his friends, who is the actual principal of the school Mr. Wolfe while he has his surgery and recovers. Dad has the raven black hair like I do, well clearly I actually get it from him not the other way around, but anyway, he wears it with his bangs somewhat in his face but enough to cover his eyebrows and just above his golden eyes and the side bangs were long and just brushes his shoulders while he has the back of his hair cropped short and he normally doesn't brush the back and just lets it go whatever way it wants. Well, now he does since it's not super short where he should have just shaved it. Dad has a stronger build than one would really think and that he doesn't really show off. He has broad shoulders and a very strong chest. He's six foot three inches tall, under the slightly loose clothing he has a firm chest and a finely toned torso with strong, defined arms and legs to go with his torso.

"Wait so I have to spend the rest of the week at home?" I asked raising a brow.

"Yes, you'll be walking to school for the rest of the week." Returning my raised brow with a smirk of his own. He exhaled through his nose and sighed quietly humming with the sigh he leaned back in his desk chair, "Now your locker is on your schedule paper. "

"So I'm guessing that's my indication to leave?" I questioned starting to stand up. Straightening out my clothes picking up my backpack I look back up at dad.

"I better not see you in here for the rest of the day unless I call you down here." My father said as I walked to the door.

"Alright, alright I'll try to be good," I stated and started to leave, but stopped and turned back around and looked at dad.

“Do you need help with something son?” He asked as he looked over at me.

I want to ask you something about the dream that I had last night. I can’t tell if it was just a dream or clippings of memories. What happened to me? Why do I have this weird feeling I don’t even know who I am? I shook my head, “No, it’s nothing, never mind. Have a good day dad.” I waved and left his office quietly turning to my left once I exit the office itself and head down the senior hallway so I can make it to the sophomore lockers, “Then again it may be easier to talk to mom about it,” I mutter to myself as I brought my backpack in front of me and dug out the paper that has my locker number and combination on it.

It was such a small community that everyone knew everyone there were a fair bit of people in the school who called me the halfa since I’m half Japanese and half American. My mother’s name is Yui Kaisai and my father is Jonathan Kaisai. My mother is Japanese and my father is American. Though I don’t really look all that Japanese. My father’s real last name is Zimmer. But he took my mother’s last name instead. Sasuke Zimmer doesn’t sound all that fantastic so I’m thankful that dad took mom’s last name. I think that mom is older than dad. I don’t really know. I have a hard time remembering how old people are. I’m lucky I remember my own birthday sometimes. I guess I'm just a space case as some people around here like to call me. Particularly Andrew. He's the principal's son and dear god he can get away with practically anything. That's including shoving and locking me in a janitor's closet. Oh my god that pissed me off to no end when that happened last year. No one believed me and Andy and his two friends just got away with it.

After walking down a few random halls I found my locker. Of course, the sophomore hall for the lockers is actually the main hall where all the other halls connect. It just took me slowing down and actually reading the numbers instead of blitzing over them and making them a blur. Getting the locker open on the first try I emptied my bag and threw it in the locker then grabbed a pen, pencil, and a notebook. Double checking that I also had my schedule I wrote down my locker combination again just to make sure that I wouldn’t forget it. Closing my locker I walk away and solely focus on the paper that I have resting on my notebook. Because of being a stupid person and not paying attention to where I was going since I know these halls pretty well from last year, but this time I end up running into something, well someone is more so what I should say. Because of how I was in a brisk walk the collision was hard enough to make me stumble back to the left and I ended up running into the wall and bashing my head off the lockers.

"Ow." I groan more so to myself and rub the side of my head. It wasn’t hard enough for me to see stars, but it was hard enough to sting a bit.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?" Opening my eyes I look over to the male voice to see who it belonged to because it certainly wasn’t a voice that I recognized. My eyes widen as I stare are him. The first thing that catches my attention is his ice blue eyes that have the look that could freeze someone in an instant, but there was an overpowering softness to them as well. His ice-blue eyes are framed with snow-white bangs that are too pure to be a dyed color. Even platinum blonde hair could not be bleached as pure white as his hair. His bangs brush his cheekbones but were separated so I could see his eyes clearly. The side bangs came down just past his jawline and cover all but the tips of his ears. The rest of his white locks brush his shoulders and look like a soft blanket of snow. This porcelain skin was just the slightest bit darker than his hair. The pale turquoise t-shirt that he’s wearing is loose against his body so it doesn’t show all that much but I can tell that even though his arms as delicate looking there is the faintest bit of muscle definition to him. So, I’m assuming that he has one of those slight athletic builds, but he hides it with his slightly baggy shirt and blue jeans.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it," I smile a little bit at him letting my hand drop from my head and standing up straight once again.

"I'm Toshiro, by the way, Toshiro Unido,” Smiling sweetly at me he holds out his hand for me to take.

"I'm Sasuke Kasai, nice to meet you," I said taking his hand and holding it firm. He's super cold to the touch and it took my own heat in my hand a moment to counter his cold as he squeezed my hand back almost matching my own strength.

"So your headmaster Kaisai's son," Toshiro stated shifting his books to his other hand once we let go of each other’s hand. Headmaster? Why would he call dad that? He’s just the temporary principal here. It’s not like we’re in some private school. Well, I guess it used to be a private school and the town has gotten bigger according to the town records and whatnot. This is also a school where there are kids from outside of the district come and stay in the dorms for the year and then go back home during the breaks and summer vacations. Maybe he's one of the new kids who is doing that. I could ask, or not even bother meddling. It’s not like a lot of kids like me here anyways. Why would he be any different?

"Yea that's me…well, I'm going to head to my first-period class," I wave stepping to the side and go down the hall that Toshiro just came out of.

"What's the class?" He asked making me stop and turn around.

"An art class…why?" I respond by raising a brow at him.

"What art class?" Toshiro questioned. Why does he need to know? Well, he is new so at the same time, I'm not surprised he's asking so many questions.

"An art class…I'll catch you around Toshiro," I wave to him and continue on my way.

I made it to my Drawing and Painting class and sat down in the nearest chair to the door. The morning seemed to breeze by and before I knew it it’s time for lunch. So far so good with not getting in trouble. On top of so far, only one class with Andrew and we sit on opposite sides of the room so he can't bug me. But I’m not all that hungry... do I want to bother going to lunch or roam the halls instead and just avoid the teachers on hall duty as best as I can and not go near the principal’s office? I think I’ll do that. I went into a bathroom when a teacher walked by. Running the water in one of the sinks I watched the water twist it's way down the drain. I checked my watch and decided that I should start heading off to my next class. Of course, I skip lunch and not I don’t feel good. Is this some sort of punishment stomach. I’m sorry, I’ll feed you later or find a vending machine to get some food in you or I can just ask to go to the nurse and see if she’ll let me lay down for a bit. When I got to class I asked my teacher if I could go to the nurse's office. Mrs. Harper is really sweet and does let me go. She felt my head before and said that I was looking pale and said I might be running a fever. I couldn't make it there in time considering it was on the other side of the school. I leaned against the wall and slid down. I feel like I’m going to just burst into flames. I’ve never felt this hot before. Just what the hell was wrong with me? I can’t be getting sick on the first day of school.