NICKNAMES: Tatsu, Tatsu-chan, Ta-chan
GENDER: Male
ANIMAL: Egyptian King Cobra
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
AGE: Twenty-eight
OCCUPATION: Headmaster of Sabal Palm Private High
TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.
Fire… The burn of it; the smell of it. The heat of it… I love
everything that has to do with fire. I always have a
lighter somewhere on me. I used to be addicted to the point it used to be a problem. I would set anything I could on fire. Which usually led to me getting hurt. My entire right arm is scarred now.
Burn scars are some of the ugliest but… surprisingly sexiest scars there are. Though, I like anything that has a bit of an… edge like that. You know,
scars, piercings, tattooes… But now I’m satisfied with just
playing with my lighter and lighting a cigarette. I know
smoking is a filthy habit but I don’t give a damn. If you have a problem with the
smell of my smoke then get the fuck away. I’m not forcing you to breathe my air. I’d prefer it if you didn’t. I like a little bit of
personal space if I don’t know you on that
intimate level. But that never stops me from
invading someone else’s personal space if I find them to be quite the… eye pleaser… There’s nothing wrong with liking
good-looking people. It may sound shallow but, come on, everyone’s just a little shallow, aren’t they? When they seek out a lover, they usually want them to meet their standards of appearance. There has to be something there to attract them. You know I’m right. Another thing I like.
Being right. But who doesn’t like that? Mmm… I could really go for some
sushi right now. The rainbow rolls are some of my favorite. You should probably buy me some since you’re putting me through this horrible interview. Oh, you know I’m joking… a little bit of
humor never killed anyone.
But
too much humor has. I hate it when someone doesn’t know the time and place to get serious. Those… Those
people that are childish. It’s like they’re…
kids. I fucking hate kids. Especially when they’re really young and can’t do shit for themselves. And
freshmen. God, they’re just so annoying. Oh, I don’t care if that’s horrible for me to say. There’s hardly a teacher at this school that likes freshmen and if you’d spend an afternoon with a class of them, you’d know why.
They’re immature and don’t know when enough is enough. But don’t worry, I don’t hate
all my students. Just the ones that frequent my office. Oh, another trait I hate are those
insistent idiots. No means no. I’m not going to change my goddamn mind because you ask me one more time. And if I don’t want to do something, I won’t do it.
Don’t tell me what to do; you’re not my mother. Don’t pretend to be. If you want it done so badly, do it yourself. If you don’t like something I’m doing, go the fuck away.
People that stick around but don’t want to be in my company are dumbasses.You have two legs. Use them. I probably sound like a bastard, don’t I? Oh well. I’m not completely bad. I like things a lot of other people don’t like.
Rainy days for example. They just set this dull mood. Everything seems that much more tragic when it’s raining. Okay, okay. This is random, I know, but the topic of rainy days reminded me of imperfection. Which I don’t mind. In fact, I know it’s weird, but it’s
absolute perfection I don’t like. There’s just something not right with it. It’s… eerie. There has to be a little chaos somewhere or else it’s just not natural.
TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
You really want more? Honestly? Okay… I’ll just start with what’s easier to tell… As you’ve probably noticed, I’m a bit of a…
jerk. I’m mean. I say what I say when I want to say it and
I don’t give a damn what you think or if it hurts your feelings. I’m not trying to please you or shaping myself to be what you want me to be. I’m
selfish. I do only what I want when I want to. The only person I need to please is me. If you don’t like it, I don’t care. But I think that’s also why I’m
extremely possessive. It makes sense to me. Selfishness and possessiveness coming hand in hand, I mean. People who are normally selfish are
greedy as well. But with me it’s like… I’d start something if someone tried to take something I have my eye on, especially if that something is someone I have my eye on. Now, I know I’m small but I’m
fierce. I’m
domineering. I won’t do what you want but I will make sure you do what I want when it comes to
my interests. Touch them and I will get
violent. I only give one warning. I’m
picky over things involving my love life so once I find something I like, I’m not giving it up easily. And don’t tell me I’m
too serious. I know when to have fun and I know when to buckle down and get shit done. Mmm… Let’s see.. I might be a
compulsive liar and I guess I can be a little
demanding, too. I expect you to do what I ask when I ask with no questions asked. Does that also make me a bit of a
hypocrite since I won’t do a damn thing you ask unless I want to?
Okay, okay, I’m not a complete monster. Honest. I have the capability to be nice. I am quite
charismatic. Why do you think they gave me this job? I know how to make people listen. I know how to get what I want. It just takes a little while for me to warm up to people. I have a heart.
I know what’s wrong and what’s right. I just choose to ignore it sometimes. But I know. I’m capable of feeling bad after doing something I know I should haven’t. And
I’m not too proud to apologize. If I think you deserve it, I will give it to you.
I can be compassionate. You can’t demand it. You have to let me come around. See, it may come as a big shocker but I can be
loving. You have to hold a special place with me but I can do it. I can be the meanest thing in the world or I can be the most
gentle human being you’ve ever seen. See, I’m not exactly that… trusting. But god damn it if I’m not
protective. I guess it’s just another thing that comes hand in hand with being possessive. If I’m possessive, I want to protect what’s mine, right? At least that’s how it works with me. Mmm.. I’m also pretty
persistent. I strive for what I want and won’t let anything stop me. And I know how to get it, too. I can be a
sly little fox when I want to be. And I know I’m a
determined little bastard. Once I set my mind to something, I do it. Don’t try to steer me away. You may succeed for a moment or two but I always come back to it. Hmm… What else? … Oh, I have been told that I’m
oddly sentimental. I think it’s a good trait because at least I am sentimental. It might be about the wrong things but still…
THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.
Eh, I don’t know. I already told you that I’m not exactly too trusting. But… I guess I can tell you this one thing. I have… a little sister. Her name is Aoi Matsumara and she is sixteen years old now. But she almost didn’t make it to her sixth birthday. See, I told you I had a problem with fire, didn’t I? I could never stop messing with it… I just… I was addicted. The heat it… It kind of… excited me. They call it pyromania. It’s a real disorder. None of that fake shit that people who just mess around with fireworks and things like that have because they think it’s cool. It is real. And it was strong. Very strong. It had gotten to the point where I just… I had to set something on fire. So I did… And I watched the fire grow and grow, thinking I could put it out whenever I wanted. It started in the trash can but then it licked up the walls. It consumed my room… And then my sister’s. I got her out before it could hurt her too much… But she has scars over her arms and legs because of it… My parents never found out it was me.
