Plot : Sasuke, an up-coming writer, never would've guessed he'd be caught in a commercial with the most talented football played in Japan. Naruto, the best football player and heartthrob, never would've expected to fall in love.
Pairing : NaruSasu
Words : 2,047
Warnings : Lots of OCC,
Beta : EnRei
Disclaimer : I don't own anything, except fizzy and the story plot.
Hello dear readers! Just a quick update; I got fired today. That made me think long and hard, and I've decided to dedicate myself to improve my skills. In other words, I'm taking a break from writing. A good author once said ''you don't write, you sit in front of a computer and bleed.'' That's what writing those stories felt like for me, like all of me was in that small story and you accepted it.. Every comment you left on my page was like another cheer for me to take a step further and write better. Like all people say to their viewers, you inspire me and I do this for you. I'm truly thankful for all the support and comments, but it's time for me to make a change in my life.
I'll be sure to visit my blog once in a while.
Goodbye, friends..
I never believed that writing would be so painful. I, an up-coming writer, would've never guessed that my hands would tremble as I wrote those words.
Up-coming writer?
I scowled at the thought. Writers tend to stay up nights just to finish a story and then they spend countless time fixing mistakes they made due to tiredness. But they bring characters to life and make a world that society never knew about. My whole childhood was spent wanting to escape reality so badly that I'd just sit around and read books for hours. I'd find myself in every book that I read and I'd think ''This guy…I want to be this guy.''
It was beautiful back then, when all you had to do was wish it and your parents would grant it. But to be a writer was not a wish to me, it was a desire. A desire to have people find themselves in my books. To have little kids look up to me in a way I looked up to writers when I was little.
I started writing short stories for my class. Although, English is not my native language and it was tricky, I couldn't give up. At the age of eleven, I got a quiet mumble from my English teacher that sounded like 'amazing'. It was my proudest moment at that point. I continued writing, sometimes in Japanese, sometimes English. At the age of eighteen, it was no longer a hobby, but a need.
Itachi Uchiha, my brother, was paying for my school tuitions because he believed I would one day take our fathers job. When I finished college at the age of twenty-three, it was very clear then that I had no interest in that point. Three months after I graduated, my first novel was published. Looking back, it was missing some facts and the timing was a bit off, but all in all, it was a good novel. That year, I met a lot of writers and they accepted me in their circle with open arms and wide smiles.
Two months after the release of 'The truth of Paris', I received a phone call offering me a job at writing for the Weekly Hot's magazine. It definitely wasn't my dream job, but I got to write and the salary wasn't too bad either.
To my surprise, readers loved my short stories that I'd send every Friday. I loved them too. Every story I wrote had a little bit of me in them; the hero, the villain, the freak, the friend, the prince… All the characters that I created were someone I was, am or will be.
And here I am now... Twenty-four year old guy, alone in an apartment on the east side of a small city in Japan, Otura and logging off his blog. I love the peace and quiet that was surrounding the city, as well as the cold weather in which I found comfort. It was never colder outside than in my heart.
I'm a loner, but I do have quite good friends college. Too bad that they were either married or on their way to becoming pop divas. That memory forced a small smile to grace my face. Other friends are colleagues from Weekly Hot's with who I would have decent talk and nice coffee.
Thinking of the possibilities of what I could be doing on a Saturday night, I came with none. I felt no wish to write and no need to socialize. Watching a movie sounded like a fine idea but the only things I found on were reality shows and pointless TV sitcoms.
Deciding that I had enough walking around my apartment, I grabbed a random jacket and went outside for a long and calming walk on the cold streets of Otura. What is a person to do when he's feeling down? Well, go drink till he can't stand anymore. Too bad I'm not a big drinker. So the next option is eating ice-cream. Also, I'm not too keen on sweets but I guess vanilla ice-cream won't hurt. Just this once.
Making my way to Bob's ice-cream, I noted that the streets are half empty. I shrugged it off, living alone could be lonely but it was the best decision I ever made. It was best for Itachi too, so I don't regret anything. A thought crossed my mind and I remembered that my dear brother and I haven't spoken in weeks.. Lost in deep thoughts about calling my brother and checking up on him, I stupidly bumped into a person that was just innocently walking by.
The sudden impact forced my eyes to close as my head collided with a hard surface. Balancing myself, I slowly opened my sights and bright green fabric filled them in. When I collected enough courage to look up, I was met with the most strict and firm face that even my own father would be caught of guard. I think he was expecting an apology and me not being myself today, mumbled a quick ''I'm sorry, sir''. Turning around and disappearing would be the smart thing to do but I really wanted my ice-cream so I continued walking pass him.
''Excuse me?'' A voice so strong and manly hit my ears making me turn back to the man. Now I took a chance to look at him fully. He has silver hair that was messy without him even trying. His eyes are this deep pools of dark, that seemed so empty and emotionless. And finally, a scar over his left eye that looked like it was not at all recent.
Founding myself staring at him stupidly, I coughed to get rid of the tension. ''I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to walk into you.'' I said surprised myself that my voice was so firmly, strong. So unlike my usual quiet self.
His eyes flashed and I could swear I saw red in them for a moment, but shook it of as the man stepped closer. I bared myself for whatever the man was trying to do. Moments felt like hours when we stood there, both glaring at each other full force.
He was the first one to crack, and with a wide smile he said proudly ''I want you in my new commercial''.
If I was shocked ever in my life, it was definitely now. Why so sudden? Weren't we just having a glare contest with me as an obvious winner? My lips went slack at his sentence and I felt lost for words for the first time in my life. A flash of embarrassment washed me when I realized that a writer was left speechless.
When I found my voice again, I managed to answer him. ''I'm not an actor. I've never acted in my life. So thanks, but no thanks.'' That seemed like a legit answer for a random scary person.
''Name's Kakashi Hatake. Sound familiar?'' The voice said behind me, it made me stop in my tracks. I could sense he was smirking knowingly as all the little pieces in my mind. I couldn't help that my eyes slightly widened. Of course, why didn't I realize earlier? Kakashi Hatake, the worlds best film director, won thousands of awards and it was impossible to not know that. I stay there, fazed while he looks around casually, giving me a few seconds to catch myself. I nodded when I realized I didn't answer his almost question.
He smiled widely again and I grow tired of his expressions. ''So do you want to be in my commercial?'' Asks again the silver haired man, slowly walking to me.
''I told you, I'm not an actor. I'm a writer.'' I said proudly. Even thought I was currently jobless and with time to spare.
''You can be both.'' He said, a well-known smirk forming on his face and eyes dancing playfully. I thought about his offer. ''Perhaps we should sit down?'' He suggested directing his finger to the small coffee down the street.
Lightly nodding my head, I fully forgot about my ice cream as we made our way down the street. I was surprised that Kakashi would visit a place like Otura. It didn't help that he felt so at home here, sitting in the café with me. We set there in silence, waiting for our drinks.
After my hot chocolate and his coffee was brought, he started talking. ''I'm shooting a commercial for Fizzy orange. I was originally going to shoot with Sai but he got injured and now I have to find another co-star.''
My mind was trained to catch all the little details in one sentence. Like, for an example, that Sai was a famous football player known for his amazing 4 goals at the championship. He was also known for breaking a leg two days before the friendly game that was taking place in Tokyo. It was highly doubtful that he would ever play again…
''The Sai?'' I ask in disbelief.
He nodded, a light grin dancing his way to his lips. I shook the feeling that he was lying to me and decided. ''Yes, I want to be in the commercial.''
My eyebrows automatically flatter up in a confused manner when I said that out loud. Why would you take a random person who has no experience what-so-ever in acting, over a world known football player? I asked myself slowly, playing with the cup in front of me.
'' With your dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin, you might as well be his twin!'' The silver-haired man in front of me said. I rolled my eyes at his thought, we look nothing alike. ''Not to mention that feminine body you got there.'' My eyes widen at that comment. I admit, there is a slight resemblance between Sai and me, but I do not have a feminine body. So I'm not muscular, so what? I can proudly say I'm skinny. What's Sai's excuse, he's a football player for crying out loud.
Think like a director… If he would rather have a guy that resembles a celebrity, then a real celebrity, then that means that he has another celebrity or a back-up plan. Remembering what he earlier said, I decided to ask my next question.
''Who's my co-star?''
He looked at me, and smirked widely. This guy either smirks or smiles, and it was safe to say that I found that weird.
''You'll see.''
After that sentence, I couldn't drink my hot chocolate and I had a feeling hours would pass until my stomach decided it could digest anythingwithout feeling sick.