<strong>Name:</strong>Sakiko Hamasaki<br/><strong>Nicknames:</strong>Saki, Kiki, Kiko<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17 years.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'8"<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Quick Bio:</strong>Sakiko is a militant realist, she sees the world for how it is and has a blunt, sarcastic nature about things in general. She likes dying her hair and listening to screamo music; because of this, she's always wearing headphones, whether they're playing music or not. She often dyes her hair a variety of colors, never sticking to one color for more than two weeks. While she is very blunt, she's also great with thinking on her feet, as well as coming up with plans in dire situations. Saki is also a skilled soccer player - when she plays soccer is one of the rare times you'll see her excited about something. Her quick reflexes, high stamina and strong leg muscles make her something to be feared on the field...<br/><br/>(http://i40.tinypic.com/2luuzv7.jpg)<br/><br/>While snapping her blue raspberry bubblegum while nodding her head to her music, Sakiko ambled down the hallways, eyes closed, not really watching where she was going. Class was about to start in two minutes — or maybe it started two minutes ago… she couldn’t exactly remember — but the blue-haired junior couldn’t have cared less.<br/><br/>While Saki considered herself to be a jack of all trades, mathematics was the one subject she refused to even bother to invest time in studying. Why bother? All of it was totally useless and there was no way she was going to use any of it in real life anyway… Her grades were excellent in everything… except math. She traversed the hallways, rocking her head to the music, content to be free of her horrible class by loitering about the school.<br/><br/>“Hey, you! Shouldn’t you be in class?”<br/><br/>The strident, unmistakable scolding of teacher  made Saki wince, slowly opening her eyes. Who was it, standing down the corridor with his hands crossed, than none other than Yoshida-sensei, her mathematics teachers, who had clearly predicted that his worst student would be skipping class. Sakiko laughed, a slow nervous churning in her throat, shaking her head in disgust at how clumsy she’d been, to actually get caught! She knew he’d demand to see her in detention, or worst… so Saki did the only thing she knew how to do: turn heel and run!<br/><br/>Yoshida-sensei could be heard down the end of the corridor, his footsteps echoing closer and closer to hers. God, he’d catch her eventually, and throw her into detention. Thinking quickly, Saki ducked into the girl’s bathroom, laughing at her good fortune. She’d be safe in here! Unless he decided to be a pervert…<br/><br/>Humming to herself, Saki turned up the music, scrolling through more songs to listen to on her iPod. So many songs to listen to… but screamo was her favorite. Humming and rocking her head to the beat, she couldn’t help but sing along:<br/><br/><em>“If you could stay here for just a little bit, a little while, a little bit with me…”</em><br/>