WARNING: This fic contains girl on girl romance and situations, so homophobic reader beware: LESBIANS. Aside from that, this story also tackles a very sensitive but prevalent subject that plagues many women, of all orientations, ages, and races. This topic will soon be revealed to you, if you choose to continue reading, that is. You have been warned.

"Did you see where she went?"

"How did you even lose her, her fucking hair is pink!"

"Freakshow!"

"Whore!"

"Ugly bitch! Just wait until we find you!"

I covered my ears, sinking my face into my knees as I sat crouched on top of the toilet. I had snuck into the bathroom on the third floor. I knew they wouldn't think to search here since it wasn't my floor; it was for girls whose last names started with M-Z. Still, the fact that I could hear their piercing voices from downstairs made me paranoid. I had taken shelter in just about every spot in the main hall and on my floor, so it was just a matter of time before Karin and her cronies caught on that I was hiding somewhere new.

Once their menacing screams faded, I began to stretch out my legs, preparing to make my exit.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

I heard the sound of heels clacking against the tile floor and I froze. Although I knew Karin never traveled alone, I was still scared. I slowly raised my leg back up to the rim of the seat, trying not to make a noise. I watched the feet with the glitter purple nail polish and the black shoes travel in front of every stall, seeming to check if they were all empty.

Clack. Clack.

The feet stopped in front of my neighboring stall and I heard the door squeak open and slam shut. I listened for the familiar sound of the jingling lock but then something strange happened. Instead of seeing pants drop to the ankles and feet face the door, I saw bare knees against the floor. I tried not to gasp when I heard the sound of choking.

Choking. Choking. Splash!

I heard liquid slapping against the toilet water and a foul stench filled the air momentarily before it was flushed away. The sound and smell were unmistakable. Someone had just made themselves throw up. I squinted at the feet as they rose to support the body when the knees were lifted and I heard the lock jingle again, this time to open. The feet walked out towards the sink and I could hear the water run and someone take a sip. The water turned off and I heard rummaging through a bag.

"Hey! I was looking all over for you!" I heard an unfamiliar voice shout out as they walked in the bathroom. A new pair of feet – this one had blue polish and tan flats. They walked towards the first feet, who took a couple of steps in the opposite direction.

"Oh, hey. Do you have some gum?" I almost fell forward when I heard the voice belonging to the first feet. I listened intently for confirmation that it was who I think it was.

"No, sorry, I have some chocolate though, if you need something to hold you down until we go out for dinner." The other feet spoke. They did not interest me. I was waiting for a reply from the first feet.

"Ugh, no way. Chocolate goes straight to my thighs!" It was definitely who I thought it was.

"Oh come on! Your thighs are perfect!" The other feet purred, closing in on the first pair, who took another step away.

"Cut it out! I'll meet you in your room in ten. Be patient." The first feet snapped.

"Oh fine! Don't ditch me again!" The second feet stomped before leaving. The first feet turned back to the mirror once the others were gone. My heart was pounding. Is this a good idea? Should I reveal myself? I reached for the lock on the door, but my courage faltered. I tried to pull back but lost my balance and tipped over. Attempting to keep myself from falling, I instinctively gripped the lock, but it resulted in me landing face first on the ground as the door swung wide open. Painfully, I looked up to find the feet in front of me.

"Haruno Sakura?" The owner of the feet shrieked. I glanced up but all I saw was up her skirt. Lacey violet. I blushed and looked away and struggled to lift myself up. She bent down to my level and I met her face to face.

"Y-Yamanaka Ino?" I whimpered, looking into the sharp green eye that wasn't mysteriously covered by a thick strand of blonde hair. I could smell the vomit on her breath from such a close proximity.

Hey everyone! What did you guys think so far? This is my first shot at a Yuri (although I have been a fan for many years) and so I'm taking more care than usual in terms of my writing because I want to make this fic top notch!

I also want to apologize for any Karin fans out there! Sorry, I needed a villain XD!

I hope you guys will enjoy this story and please don't be shy to review!

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