1 Chapter 01- Enter Sasuke Suzuki!!!
There it was. towering over me, my new school. It was almost like the walls were paved with gold. The birds flew around the campus like this was some sort of paradise. The beauty almost made me cry.
(FYI, I didn't cry. You know, if you were wondering.)
But, despite the appearance of this glamorous high school, there was darkness lurking inside. Spooky stuff, right? Well things are about to get even spookier. You don't trust me? Well I'm the narrator, so you're gonna have to.
This little journey of mine started a few months back. The end of 8th grade.
(Flashback time!)
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"Moooomm!! Please don't make me wear this. I'm gonna get made fun of again!"
That old sweater. Jeez, that thing was disgusting. My granny knitted it for me when I was just a small, pathetic child. But she had, like, schizophrenia, or something like that. Look, I don't know what it was okay, I'm just guessing here. Anyway, as I was saying, the sweater she made was huge. It took years for me to fit into it. And 8th grade just so happened to be the lucky year where it fit. Yippee for me.
It was already bad enough that I got made fun of at school because of my horn. Oh yeah, by the way, I have a horn. Everyone does. Well, if you're a demon you do. But I'm just gonna go ahead and trust that everyone reading this is a demon. If you're not, I'm gonna come over to your house and.... I don't know.... suck your blood or something. Look, none of that matters, I'm just trying to be... humorous. Anyways, my horn is really small compared to the others. (That's not an innuendo, perverts.) They all laugh at me, and hit me, and throw water on me when I'm in the bathroom. (It was a whole tub of water. It was really cold.)
This whole sweater thing was going to make things even worse. So, when I got to school, I threw it in the trash. The only problem with that was, I didn't have any other shirt. I immediately regretted my decision and went back to grab it. It was gone. And I guess that gave those guys the bright idea to grab me by my arms and take my pants. Needless to say, I was reported as a sexual deviant, and I'm no longer allowed in that school district.
So we moved. I was enrolled here, at Demongate Academy.
(In my opinion, it's a pretty stupid name. I mean, you don't see humans naming schools "Humangate Academy")
Aaaandd.... we're back at where we started. In front of my new school. My new sanctuary. I was still the same short, fat, demon as before, but I was ready to change. I was aiming for the top spot. I demanded respect.
I wiped my nose, since it was really cold out and I had the sniffles.
"Hey, get a look at booger boy."
Seriously. That insult was horrible. Nonetheless, his whole group of friends started laughing hysterically. The school looked glamorous, but deep down, the students acted just like students from other schools. Still, it was a little disheartening to know that I was already the butt of jokes not even one second into the school day.
I felt a hand on my right shoulder.
"Hey! Leave him alone. This young boy has done nothing wrong! Come and apologize, immediately!"
Nice, I've only met two people and they're both cardboards cutouts of common character tropes. I looked around for my very own cute tsundere girl!
She wasn't there.
So I went for the second best option. I observed the guy standing behind me. He had such a heroic, booming voice. It made him sound like some ripped, handsome guy.
He was.... underwhelming. He was maybe 5'4 at best, and he couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds. Now, I'm in no position to be making fun of someone's weight, but if you're gonna be talking all tough and stuff, you have to at least resemble the part.
The idiot jock just ignored him and walked away.
"Hey!! Get back here!!!"
I turned around and looked him in the eyes.
"Dude, shut up."
He smiled and raised his hand out. It looked like he wanted a handshake. I accepted his proposal.
"My name is Brokuno! Wanna be friends??"
Brokuno..... what a.... normal name.
"My name is Sasuke. And I'm down to be friends. But you gotta promise me one thing."
Brokuno's eyes lit up like a puppy who just heard the squeak of his toy.
"Sure, of course, what is it, bestie?"
I sighed. Why did this guy have to be my first ever friend?
"Stop being so loud when you're around me. It attracts too much attention."
He nodded vehemently.
"Got it, best buddy. Bestie? Pal? What should I call you?"
"Sasuke. My name."
He looked at his clock and suddenly his body was fueled by urgency.
"Uh, class is about to start, Sasuke. I'll see you at lunch, okay?"
He ran too fast for me to be able to respond. I gave an awkward wave to his back. I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was 8:55. Five minutes until class.
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New faces are always intimidating for a guy like me. Seeing this many at one time, it was like an attack on my heart. Just sitting in my desk was a work out. My breathing was heavy, but I had learned to hide it from others.
I'm going to say something I've never told anyone. I guess it's okay, since you guys don't know me in real life. This shouldn't come back to bit me in my ass.
A lot of people think I can just laugh off all the abuse and bullying. Even my parents think I have some sort of impenetrable suit of armor, super-resistant to insults. But the truth is... it hurts. I remember all the words they said to me. I can predict the words they're going to say to me. At this point, I've reached my limit. I really, really want some respect. I wanna be treated like other demons. But here, in this classroom full of hot teenage demons, I could feel my confidence slipping. How could I ever prove to be better, or even equal to these demons?
"OMG!! SASUKE!!!"
Brokuno ran over to Sasuke's desk.
"I couldn't see since you were hiding all the way back here! Can you believe that we're in the same class? Seriously, how cool is that?"
The entire class giggled and whispered while looking at us.
"Man, what did I tell you about being loud?"
Brokuno put his hand over his mouth.
"Oops...sorry. I'll go sit down now."
As soon as Brokuno took his seat, our teacher walked in.
The teacher was a MILF. My dreams and aspirations were complete. Her beautiful brown hair flowed down hear head like magical waterfalls... of hair. Yeah, as you can see, I'm not the best at being descriptive. Point is, she was hot.
"Hello students. Welcome to Demongate Academy. I am your teacher, Ms. Briggs."
No husband I see. This woman was everything I was looking for.
"Now I know some of you have heard the rumors, and I'm here to confirm that they are indeed true. I have a penis."
.... no words. I just pretended I didn't hear that. I will say one thing though, for a biological male, she was bangin'.
"Now that that's out of the way, I would like to jump straight into getting to know you guys. Afterwards, I will detail the experience you students will have at our fine school. I will pick on a student at random, and I want you to tell me your name, your best skill, and one aspiration you have."
She looked around the room.
Don't pick me, don't pick me, don't pick me.
She picked me.
"You, short horn."
The class began to snicker.
"Uh, m-my name is Sasuke Suzuki. My best skill is, I don't know, p-probably math."
The classroom broke out into laughter. May face turned red with embarrassment.
"Settle down class. Okay, one aspiration."
The classroom fell silent again.
"One aspiration I have is...."
I couldn't tell them I desired respect. They would target me if I did.
An aspiration.
An aspiration.
I decided to just blurt out whatever popped into my head first.
An aspiration...
"I WANNA FUCK A MILF!!!"
My eyes widened. (I probably should've thought for a little longer about that one.)
The class burst out into laughter. Some were even rolling on the ground. A little dramatic, but I appreciate the gesture.
"A class clown I see. That's fine. They usually get weeded out first."
Ah shit, I made her mad. Suddenly, Brokuno shot up on top of his desk.
"If my best friend is going to be weeded out, then so am I. I want to fuck a MILF too!!! Come on everyone, join me. If we stand united, we cannot fail!!"
Nobody joined him. I spent the rest of the introductions with my head in my arms. I said like two sentences and they were probably the worst two sentences I could've picked to share with the class.
"Well, now that we're done with introductions, let's move onto our school policy. Does anyone know our school motto."
One student raised his hand.
"Become strong, piss on the weak."
Okay, he had to be joking.
"That is correct."
I hate everything.
"At this school, we don't focus on academics. Sasuke told us earlier that his best skill was math. Sorry Sasuke, but as your teacher It's my responsibility to teach you. And my first lesson is that I don't give a fuck about math. Bitch."
Wow. That's actually crazy. I was literally just sitting here, doing nothing, and I was called a bitch. Honestly, coming from her it was kinda hot. But still, what the fuck did I do?
"We test students on their strength as a demon. Nothing else matters. We have rankings, and long story short, if you're at the bottom at the end of the week, then you're going to have to pack your bags, and fuck off. We'll keep the process going until 10 are left, and they will compete against other classes. Simple, right?"
You know, I had no idea I enlisted in the military. I was kind of getting the feeling I was in a school, but I guess I was wrong.
This was not what I signed up for. I had no skills as a demon. Hell, my horn is too short to even put a donut on it. Magical ability was practically at a zero. But, this little way of running things did make things a little easier. If I can last until graduation, I may earn some respect.
This might just work out.
