(A/N: Hey all! Shinigami Goumon here! 'nuff talk! ON WITH THE FICCY!)
It was lunch time: AKA- All Out War.
Student crawled over each other in an attempt to get food before it ran out.
Fists fights were breaking out right and left over Anpan.
A cheerleader ran past Naruto, blood pouring from nose, a victorious smirk on her lips and a Curry Bread in her hand.
A Goth slithered by Kiba, an armload of ill-gotten Noodle Bread in his arms.
An Emo girl darted by Gaara, lip slightly swollen, but a Beef Ramen bowl tucked under her arm.
A preppy girl tottered by in a daze with a rapidly blackening eye, tightly clutching a Melon Bread to her heart.
Akane surveyed the scene calculating, wondering how she could go about climbing into the rafters to avoid people touching her
Punching?
Okay.
Kicking?
Why not?
Scratching?
Sure, what the hell?
Biting?
Alright.
Clinching?
Go ahead.
Hitting?
Fine.
Throws?
More than alright.
Stabbing?
Okie-dokey.
That she was all too used to.
She lived with her abusive mother until she was six (mom had done the stabbing)
The ones who had done the actual "Raising" we're her four half-brothers who refused to raise a "Sissy, lil' punk bitch."
Every kind of hard contact that brought physical pain along with she was cool with.
It was having someone brush up against her that gave her the willies.
"Hey, Sora?" Hinode whispered, "Haveya noticed how much Akane-chan is like K-san?"
"From Gravitation?" Sora whispered.
"Yeah!" Hinode whispered back.
"Well, there are some similarities…" Sora murmured, "…but she doesn't go shooting everything in sight…and she's isn't exactly a carefree spirit like K-san."
"True." Hinode muttered.
"Did I just hear you two comparing me to an ANIMANGA CHARACTER?" Akane snarled, .454 Casull Taurus Raging Bull revolver appearing in her hand.
"HEEEEP! NOO!" the pair squealed, "Yuh-yuh-you know we would never do THA-AT!"
"Ch! Shyeah right." Akane snorted, "Well, lets at least ATTEMPT to get food t'day."
"Couldn't ya just shoot out a path?" Kiba asked with a smirk.
"Of course not." Akane snapped, "No way I'd shoot thru innocent by standards."
Sakura, was of course, shocked.
Akane?
Actually be showing compassion?
"At least…not without my blank cartridges and rubber slugs." Akane said calmly, a placid expression on her face, "We wouldn't want anyone to die over something as trivial as lunch."
OOOOF course not.
"Alright." Sora said, clapping her hands, "Anything goes! Feel free to use whatever taijutsu, genjutsu or ninjutsu you want!"
"Just remember!" Hinode piped up, "No killing! It radical warfare when it comes to food so only hold back as much as is necessary."
"See that tree outside?" Akane said, gesturing to it with still ready gun in her hand, "That'll be the rendezvous point."
"Everybody clear?"
There was a group wide nod.
"Then let the battle begin."
Since the girls had said "Anything Goes", Kiba took that to heart and undid the jutsu that was keeping Akamaru in his small, travel-size puppy form.
He leapt aboard the huge dog's back as it bounded over the crowd to the front of the lines.
The poor Seniorlunch lady was at a loss for words.
She had seen many a thing in her day, but never anything close too this ludicrous.
"Four Orders of Taiyaki ma'am!" he grinned,
Shaking like a leaf, the poor old woman handed it to him, mouthing like a fish.
"Thank you!" Kiba grinned, "Let's go Akamaru!"
"WROOF!" The giant dog barked soaring back over the students heads.
Gaara had taken a more subtle approach...teleporting himself INTO THE KITCHEN by way of minerals on the floor and in the air.
The poor Senior lunch woman didn't even have a chance to recover when she turned around to see an un-buh-lieeeeeeevably creepy (to those who aren't taken by him like me) red head, swiping three packages of Anpan.
Wordlessly, Gaara dissolved himself into sand.
The poor Senior lunch lady's heart almost gave out, but it wasn't over for the poor old girl just yet.
Sasuke and Naruto had come to a silent agreement and had teamed up in their single goal for food.
They used one of their older maneuvers, by which I mean Naruto transform himself into a giant shuriken and Sasuke hurled his ass, but with a new twist.
This time, Sasuke leapt into the eye of the shuriken-Naruto as it sailed over the heads of the crowds into the kitchen, past the kitchen staff and stuck into the back.
Their were several loud screeches as the shuriken and Sasuke whizzed by, but those were NOTHING compared to the screams that followed when Naurto transformed himself back into his girl state (remember! carrot top, green eyes, glasses!)
The two pilfered the kitchen and shot past the downed Senior lunch lady who had fainted from shock.
Seeing her senior was now out of action, the Junior lunch lady stepped up to the plate.
Hinata, apologizing as she went leapt from student to student, using them as springboards until reaching the front of the line.
"One Chicken Ramen, please." She murmured.
Sakura vied for the…uh...direct approach…and was currently punching and kicking a path through the throng of students, although, many fought back, and now she was sporting one helluva shiner.
"OUTTA TH' WAY!" She roared (Inner Sakura's out to play), kicking the vice-principal in the back, "LEMME THROUGH!"
She stomped on the Superintendent's head and growled, "Two Melon Bread. NOW!"
The Junior lunch lady squeaked and handed them over, afraid that whoever this girl was, that she might take several of her fingers off along with the bread.
Temari hadn't had to do much of anything, she just stayed directly behind Sakura and pushed aside anyone who attempted to cut in front of her.
"One Noodle Bread please." Temari asked.
"FINALLY! Someone with manners!" The junior lunch lady thought forking over the food.
Kankuro hadn't even bothered to enter the lunch room.
He lounged comfortably beneath a tree, eating a Curry Bread talking with Kiba.
The infinitesimal puppet he made earlier named Chibi was already on it's way back to the kitchen to get him another Curry Bread, so he didn't have to risk bodily injury.
Shino was with them as well; waiting.
The Junior lunch lady heard loud screams coming from several of the student cooks.
When she rushed to see if anyone was hurt, she quickly saw the reason for the screams.
A horde of bugs was hauling away two anpan and a noodle bread out of the kitchen.
"Is this the end of the world?" the Junior lunch lady thought wildly, "Are they STOCKPILING AHEAD of time?"
Akane, Sora and Hinode had gone Mission Impossible and were crawling along the tops of the pendant light fixture that hung about fifteen feet above the heads of the writhing student body beneath them (how they got up there was anybody's guess)
Quick as you please they shifted themselves so they were now holding onto the rectangular fixture and dangling like worms on a fishing hook.
They swung themselves back and forth and finally let go, landing on top of several students, but at least they were at the front of the line.
"Three Melon Breads, please!" Sora said cheerfully.
"Two Curry breads, ma'am!" Hinode said politely.
"Super Spicy Ramen Bowl, Noodle Bread and a Pizza Bread if ya got it, please." Akane sighed, too hungry to be vindictive.
A few short minutes later, Sora and Hinode were gabbing it up with Naruto and Temari, comforting Kankuro by saying they'd help him with his homework and drooling over Shino and Gaara while they ate their food.
They nearly died when they saw Akamaru at regular size.
"HE'S SOOOOOO KYOOOOT!" they squealed, glomping the giant dog.
"He's supposed to he fearsome and imposing…not cute." Kiba thought exasperatedly.
Sakura kept attempting to snuggle up to Sasuke, but kept being thwarted when he ducked behind Hinta, or a tree.
Hinata whispered to her Naruto plushie lovingly and pretended to feed it food.
Akane was silently eating, regaining her energy and her unbelievable, outlandish hatred for the Naru-tachi with each bite.
"So what's next?" Kankuro asked.
"P.E.!" Hinode said.
"My favorite class." Akane smirked.
"That's a big surprise." Sora said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I wonder why?" Temari thought cyincally.
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(A/N: Fifth Period! P.E.! All out Mayhem! The activity? Dodgeball! R&R!)