Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
This is my first story, and it may eventually take a turn towards the humorous, so you've been forewarned XD
Our lockers were our only sanctuary in that beige colored hell. Who would've guessed that our favorite hangout, by the garbage can at the end of that linoleum covered hallway, would be where Courtney and I ended up when they came.
Wednesday went by as normal for the first three periods of school. Lunch passed by in a blissful blur of twenty five minutes, full of disjointed bouts of giggling and the exchanging of cheap dollar-store foods. Courtney and Julie always sat together during that over-joyous half hour, pressed shoulder to shoulder, their matching brown hair blending together in the corner of everyone else's eyes. They both were almost identical, with the same pale pallor shared between them, except Courtney was lacking in height compared to Julie. Her face was also bespectacled by stylish black frames. Their two member group was almost always overlooked by the upperclassmen, along with their peers in their same grade. That wasn't a problem, and besides, the rest of the school had good reason to avoid them. Courtney and Julie stood alone in their little corner of the universe, undisturbed…at least until the fourth period bell blared over their heads and the duo rose from their seats simultaneously. For some strange reason, however the screeching of the alarm-like toll was cut short by the ping of the intercom.
The roar of the lunchroom battled with the announcement that rang from the speakers overhead, and of course the intercom lost.
"What the fuck did they say?" Courtney blurted out, a bit too loudly for Julie's taste. A lunch lady shot them a glance, but Courtney avoided punishment for her foul language. The shorter brunette shrugged in the workers direction, reaching up with her right hand to try and clean out her ear as if she was becoming deaf.
"I only caught a word. Intruder." Julie calmly explained, sidestepping out of the way of a stream of bantering seniors.
"It's probably another drill. Hella booooring! Let's go to my locker quick so we can have something to do during the thrilling hour we're going to spend sitting in a corner."
Courtney began to plow her way through the swarm of chattering students. Despite her short stature, Courtney always demanded enough attention for people to move out of her way. She wasn't above shoving, after all. Julie shrugged and walked after her, her long strides allowing her to return to her friend's right side. But things seemed wrong.
Everyone was moving in the opposite direction that they were going. Teachers were waving students into the classroom with short, choppy motions, and doors were being locked. Just as Julie realized what the hell was happening, panic broke loose in the narrow hallways. The students around them scattered like frightened deer.
"Courtney…Courtney!" Julie called out, reaching for her friend's sleeve. But Courtney had already stopped in front of the narrow metal compartment that held her possessions. Her hands were on the rusted padlock, but her fingers were frozen on the number "23". Julie followed Courtney's gaze to the opposite end of the now vacant and eerily quiet hallway. A black figure stood in the doorway, his cloak hanging down heavily on the pale, scratched tile. High collar, long sleeves, red clouds. Julie's eyes grew wide and her heart began to thud. The pale, expressionless face that was partially hidden by the height of the cloak rang out to her. She had seen it millions of times before, and she had convinced herself she would have been overjoyed to see it in person, but Julie's emotions were quite the opposite. The spectacles that rested on the figure's nose gleamed in the flickering limelight, and the light accentuated the two dark creases that streaked under the person's eyes. Itachi Uchiha.
"Damnit Courtney, move! Freaking Itachi is in OUR school, the Akatsuki is in OUR school!"