The kunai whipped through the air, seemingly in slow motion.
Her eyes grew large as she realized there would be no way to avoid it. All she had gone through, for it to end like this. No matter what happened in the future, she wouldn't get a share of victory or defeat. She couldn't scream, or move, or even close her eyes, all she could do was wait for the knife to end her life.
Sshhk!
She screamed, and blood sprayed on her face. But it wasn't her blood! It was-
"No!"
5 months earlier:
Mr. Lawrence looked at the man from the top of his glasses. Then back down at the resume.
His first reaction would have been to stylishly let him down. However, this resume was impressive. Very impressive.
Mr. Lawrence almost glared at the strange man for putting him in this position. Didn't the man know anything about first impressions? First of all, his face was spotted with piercings. And then is his unruly hair. It was obnoxiously orange! It was almost certainly gelled up that way, hair doesn't just fly up! But the worst thing was his eyes. There was no human emotion in those cold, slate gray eyes. He looked like a serial killer! Someone like that does not belong in a school full of children.
However, Mr. Lawrence prided himself on not judging by looks. And deep down, he knew if he let this man off it be would because he is so deathly scared of him.
So Charlie Lawrence cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and held out a hand.
"You got the job."
Mr. Paine did not shake his hand. He just nodded as if he had been told the weather. Mr. Paine stood up and spoke for the first time.
"I also have some colleagues looking for a job here." He spoke carefully, keeping a sharp eye on Mr. Lawrence the whole time.
Mr. Lawrence gulped and pasted a smile on his face. "Well, we do have some spots available. How many are interested?"
"Nine."
"Oh! Well I'm sorry to say we simply do not have enough spots avail-"
Mr. Paine reached into his pocket and pressed a small button.
The room shook, furniture sliding everywhere. The principal was thrown from his seat onto the floor.
When the shaking stopped, it was deathly silent. Steps could be heard pounding towards them.
A woman flung the door open. "Charlie! The Teacher's Lounge just exploded! Come quick! There were people in there!"
As the principal and the woman darted out the door, Pein leaned against the wall.
Pein really wasn't sure where he was, or who these strange people with no chakra were. He did know, however, that he needed to secure the area around the school until further notice. And there really was no better way to blend in and patrol a school than being a teacher. If Pein could run a country and lead a secret organization, he could certainly run a classroom.
He just wasn't sure the rest of Akatsuki could.