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I do not own anything to do with Gossip Girl or Naruto.
Okay, what if the Naruto characters had more fashion awareness, more cash and a hell of a lot more hormones? Well I'm about to tell you, so don't expect the least. Oh, and don't say I didn't warn you. ; This is basically a reinactment of Gossip Girl but surrounding the Naruto characters. (obviously). Instead of this story being in New York City, its still going to be Konoha. And they're still going to be ninja's. Its just the way it's supposed to be. Enjoy.
GOSSIPGIRL - INTRO
Ever wondered what the lives of the Chosen ones are really lke? Well, I'm going to tell you, because I'm one of them. I'm not talking about beautiful models or actors or musical prodegies or mathematical geniuses. I'm talking about the people who are born to it. Those of us who have everything anyone could possibly wish for and who take it all completely for granted.
Welcome to Konaha's upper east side, where my friends and I live and go to school and play and sleep - sometimes with each other. We all live in huge apartments with our own bedrooms and bathrooms and phone lines. We have unlimited access to money and booze and whatever else we want, and our parents are rarely home (some of us don't even have any..) so we have tons of privacy. We're smart, we've inherited classic good looks, we wear fantastic clothing and we know how to party. Our shit still stink, but you can't smell it because the bathroom is sprayed hourly by the maid with a refreshing scent made exclusively for us by French perfumers.
It's a luxe life, but someone's gotta live it.
Our apartments are within walking distance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue. Even with a hangover, Fifth Avenue always looks so beautiful in the morning with the sunlight glimmering on the heads of the sexy Academy school boys. But something's rotten on museum mile...
SIGHTINGS
S with her mother argueing in the back of a taxi in front of Takashimaya. SN enjoying a joint on the steps of the Met. T buying new school shoes at Barneys. And a familiar, tall, eerily beautiful blond girl emerging from a New Haven line train in Grand Central Station. Approximate age, seventeen. Could it be? I is back?!
Yes, I is back from boarding school. Her hair is longer, paler. Her blue eyes have that deep mysteriousness of kept secrets. She's wearing the same old fabulous clothes, now in rags from fending off New England storms. This morning I 's laughter echoed off the steps of the Met, where we will no longer be able to enjoy a quick smoke and a cappucino without seeing her waving to us from her parent's apartment across the street. She has picked up the habit of biting her fingernails which makes us wonder about her even more, and while we are all dying to ask her why she got kicked out of boarding school, we won't, because we'd rather she had stayed away. But I is definately here.
Just to be safe, we should all synchronize our watches. If we aren't careful, I is going to win over our teachers, wear that dress we couldn't fit into, eat the last olive, have sex in our parents' bed, spill Campari on our rugs, steal our brothers' and boyfriends' hearts, and basiclly ruin our lives and piss us all off in a major way.
I'll be watching closely. I'll be watching all of us. Its going to be a wild and wicked year. I can smell it.
Love,
Gossip Girl