Hello, Dollface
"Today would be perfect!" Kuro cried, heaving a defeated sigh. "If only school didn't have to happen." It was the first day of her junior year at Shippuden High, memories of her freshman year flooding back into her head like a tsunami. With a disgusted sigh, she shoved them away; she did not want any repeats of her previous years.
Countless fights.
Countless horrible grades.
Zero girl friends.
Zero love life.
She promised herself that things would change this year as she sauntered into the glass double doors of the dark red brick high school. Immediately, she was greeted by her best friend, the one and only Naruto Uzumaki.
"Oi, Kuro!" the blonde. Kuro spotted him chatting to Gaara, another friend of hers. Gaara was a quiet guy with a pair of deceptive eyes the color of sun-glazen emeralds, and sometimes, he intimidated her with his strange sand obsession. Naruto waved and shot her his signature grin. She flashed him a smile and wiggled her fingers in a wave.
"Hey, Naruto!" she greeted as she walked over. "How ya doin'?"
"Never been better! Well, actually, I could use a big bowl of ramen, 'ttebayo. You?"
Kuro sighed heavily once more. "The usual."
"Ah." His voice faded with a dimming whistle. "The deli again?"
Kuro nodded grimly; her family ran a deli in town, and every summer, her parents forced her to work there for the entire break. Being the only child and all, she had to do most of the work by herself. Their staff was rather small, with only a few other workers like herself, and a chef. Not to mention, ever since Kuro began primary school, I took judo classes on a regular basis—another thing that kept her busy.
"You don't really care since you love the food, huh?" Kuro scoffed, rolling her eyes. Naruto chuckled deviously.
"Dattebayo!" he said, flashing a thumbs up. Kuro laughed and ruffled his spiky blonde hair, shaking her head
"Then next time, you can come help out, and you'll get a meal for free."
"Seriously?!" His eyes glittered with anticipation. He loved their food, and the both of them knew it very well; Naruto was one of their best customers. He came in so often that her parents assigned a special 10% off deal for every meal he ate at their deli.
"No," she Kuro said flatly, grinning devilishly. Naruto faltered and Kuro was left laughing mischievously. "You're goofy, Naruto. Come by anytime, though! I gotta get to class, I'll catch you later? During lunch at the usual place?" The blonde nodded in reply and waved before saying goodbye to her.
Kuro adjusted her backpack strap on her shoulder so it slung on more snug. As she walked down the hallway, underclassmen stared at her and whispers erupted from the small crowds. She knew exactly who they were talking about: Kuro, the demon in fights who stuck with the boys. Every girl would be jealous of her; she got to hang with guys, therefore she had the most shots to shoot—but that couldn't have been further from wrong. For not even a single moment in her life, had she considered any of those children to be her future lover.
Ignoring the fingers and eyes, she traveled nonchalantly down the hallway alone. Occasionally, she received the "Hey Kuro!" or "Haven't seen you since last year!" from people like Kiba, Lee, and Choji—but never from a girl. Not that she necessarily minded, but... it made her stick out so much more within the crowd.
Her cloudy attention was caught by a small group of students huddled together on one side of the hallway. Each of those people were rumored to belong in a gang, though which one or what it was called, no one was quite sure. One of them had a mop of scarlet hair and large amber eyes, and another with magenta hues, his light hair slicked back with a sheen. The last member had long, blonde hair, his eyes a striking cyan color.
The silver-haired boy nodded his head in greeting to Kuro, and she did the same. The redhead crossed his arms and gave her an arched brow, while the blonde averted his gaze to his hands where he began to play with something white.
It made Kuro wonder... with all of these horrible rumors and such, they probably knew who she was, but why would they greet her? Shaking off their presence, she turned her head and continued towards her class, sighing deeply.
"It hasn't even been ten minutes yet," she murmured, "and already I want to leave." Silently, she walked down multiple winding hallways, dodging rowdy students this way and that. Thankfully, she reached a door with the sign reading "118: Health" and recognized it as the first class on her schedule. She twisted the handle and heaved it open, sauntering inside.
The teacher was a blonde double pig-tailed female with gigantic breasts, her cleavage clearly shown beneath the skimpy tank top she wore. A purple shaded diamond was tattooed in the middle of her forehead, displayed between long bangs. Her brown - almost orange - eyes burned with some type of intensity; she looked like the fierce type who would deal with no trouble whatsoever.
"Pick a seat and sit down," she instructed to the long line of students who filed in after me. "Call me Ms. Godaime. We'll be sticking to these seats all year. If you have any issues due to poor behaviors, I will not hesitate to make any changes. Any objections?" Those eyes of hers glinted tauntingly, daring anyone to speak up and defy her. When no one did, Kuro decided to steal the spotlight.
"No matter where you move me, I'll talk to anyone," she called out with a slight shrug. "Yelling across the room works, too."
The class burst into laughter, the teacher's eyes sliding over to meet mine. "What was that?" she seethed, shocked some idiot would speak up on the first day.
"Oh, it's nothing." She waved her hand and giggled deviously, flashing a smirk to the teacher. It was a great hobby of hers to mess with others and push their buttons... especially teachers. There were so few whom she actually took a liking, and judging from the way she dressed, she would definitely not like her.
"You," the teacher spat, jutting out a perfectly manicured finger. "Young lady, what's your name?"
"You can call me Kuro!" She repeated her name like the echo of a ringmaster's voice at a circus, getting dimmer and dimmer each time. The woman seemed to fume even more as more laughs arose from her mates.
"This is the very first day! But if I receive any more of this delinquent behavior, you will find yourself in detention!" And with that, she slammed her fist onto her desk angrily - and an ear splitting crack exploded.
Everyone was shell-shocked in awe and fear as they watched her split the wooden desk in half with one mere strike.
Hush fell upon the class immediately like a veil and time seemed to stop. Her eyes glared at each student independently, hardening when she got to Kiro specifically. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," the class chorused, but Kuro stayed silent. A flicker of amusement ignited within her.
'She's much more interesting than I thought,' she mused silently.
Well, this was going to be an interesting year.