Author's Notes:
Hellooooo! So...despite it being 5 years since I last touched this story (which was my first story on Fanfiction), I decided to take it up again. After skimming through the original 2 chapters, I decided to edit a few things. I kept some things the same, but I deleted a few paragraphs and written new ones up. I've rewritten the two chapters, so I hope you guys will enjoy the newly rewritten 'Fame'!
Here's the Old Summary: It was simple. Haruno Sakura didn't want to live the life of fame. And she didn't want to meet bloody arrogant douchebags.
New Summary: Haruno Sakura did not want to place a single toe in the world of showbiz. All she wanted to do was curl up at home and eat ice-cream…although her wallet begged to differ. Someone, please restrain her from punching an arrogant douchebag (or more), she's too poor for a lawsuit. Bloody hell.
Disclaimer: I don't owe Naruto. Naruto belongs rightfully to Kishimoto Masashi.
Warning: AU. OOCness? Rated for the language (mainly swearing and curse words). There may be spelling mistakes and typos – apologies in advance! Possible SakuraxMulti
"Blah blah" – Speech/Talk
'Blah Blah' – Thoughts
Enjoy! :D
Fame
Chapter 1
"No," Haruno Sakura said flatly, her green eyes narrowed.
"But – "
"No."
"Why – "
"No."
"Plea – "
"No."
"Bum."
"That's you."
Yamanaka Ino sighed. For once, the beautiful blond model and actress found herself lost. She sighed, 'Here comes my last resort,' she thought.
Ino opened her blue eyes wide, pink plump lips pushing out in a pout, humble years of being a model easily allowed tears to escape her eyes.
Ha. No one can withstand Yamanaka Ino's puppy pout. Maybe her lips can tremble a bit –
Whack.
A slipper fell from her nose.
"OW! Forehead girl, what was that for!?" Ino screeched, as she ripped off the worn-out slipper from her sight.
Sakura snorted. "You knew what that was for." She paused. "Terrible puppy pout. As expected from a pig."
Ino's eye twitched. Never before, in her career in the entertainment industry, has she been compared to a pig. Even her 'haters' (jealous little twerps) never compared her to some animal.
"But Sakura. You don't have a job."
Sakura twitched, eyes narrowing. "Shut up, Ino," she hissed.
"What job was it this time?"
"…Sales clerk."
"How did you get fired?"
"I made a customer upset, because I gave my honest opinion. She asked for it. Literally."
"What did you say?"
"The dress is ridiculously tight. I recommend getting the larger size, because in that extra small size, your butt looks big."
"Ah."
"She did say, 'Does this make my butt look fat?'"
"Heh. So you answered bluntly like you always do."
"What do you think, pig?"
"Heh." Ino paused, and raised her hand to check her painted nails nonchalantly, "Being the good friend I totally am."
Sakura snorted.
Ino's eye twitched and pretended she didn't hear anything. "And knowing you'll get fired again."
"You have the utmost faith in me," Sakura grumbled, raising a pink eyebrow.
"I signed you up for a job interview," Ino finished grandly, spreading out her hands, looking too pleased with herself.
Sakura stared at her blonde friend dubiously. "Thanks," her voice dripped with sarcasm, "It better not be some job related to your Lead Eating company."
"Leaf Entertainment. Get it right, please."
"Whatever." Green eyes flickered quickly with distrust and suspicion. "You know that I can't dance, or sing to save my life. Plus, I loathe the people."
"Me?" Ino's shrill voice rose with disbelief, (despite having this conversation several times already), "You loathe me!?"
"Oh no, Ino-pig. I love you…sometimes. Maybe."
"Maybe!?"
"But you know…most of the people. Rich. Stuck up. An asshole in real life. Riding off their family's fame. Blah blah – yadada, basically, not that great."
"…Some of them aren't that bad."
"Well, I don't believe it till I see it for myself – which will never happen."
Ino sighed. "Sakura, everyone has their up's and down's. Yes, some people are horrid, but really, not everyone is like that." She ran her hand through her hair, patting out any stray strands and glanced at the time on her phone. "Sorry, I should be going, I have a photo shoot in a few hours. Even if I'm a fraction of a second late, my manager would have my pretty head."
"Yea, yea. Go to your photo bomb. Don't make the camera lenses shatter because of your lousy poses."
"…Later, forehead girl. I'll call you tomorrow morning about the job interview."
Flicking her long ponytail, Ino closed the door of her childhood friend's humble apartment, with a confident smile. She can't wait for Sakura's reaction for tomorrow job interview. Man, her CEO really owes her one for this. She cackled evilly.
"YOU SOUND LIKE A BOAR SNORTING AS IF IT HAS BEEN STABBED IN THE ASS WITH A FORK, PIGGY!"
Ah. Ino loves her friend too.
Sakura meandered on the path back home that she knew by heart, a plastic bag filled with her groceries of the week, dangling from her fingertips. She sighed as she thought about the pitiful amount left in her bank account – after the weekly rent, the groceries, phone bills…
Green eyes flickered to the side – just to find something to avoid thinking about her poor financial (and jobless) status. She grimaced as she caught sight of the bus stop poster, several metres in front and to the right.
A blonde model or actor or whatever the dude is famous for, one blue eye twinkling in a wink, white teeth sparkling (is it even possible for teeth to reflect light like that?), holding an impressive size bowl of instant ramen. What a shame that the poster was protected behind glass, Sakura would have loved to draw the most flattering moustache and glasses on him – just to complement the hearts and messages scribbled on the screen.
Oh, fan girls.
'He doesn't even know you exist!' Sakura snorted derisively, kicking a stray pebble in her path (wishing that it was that dude's face).
Hell, that instant cup ramen packet even has his face on it.
For some strange reason, whenever supermarkets and other stores has that on shelf, within a few minutes, it would be sold out.
Ridiculous.
And the managers of those stores, being the clever, greedy gits they are, raised the price gradually to $9.99. For one cup of instant ramen.
And yet, it was still sold out. Seriously, people pay that much for a bowl of instant ramen?
Bloody ridiculous. Just because there's some 'handsome' face endorsing the packet. Geez.
Anyone was better off, buying the cheaper cup ramen, packet adorned with an appetising image of noodles adorned with vegetables and meat, along with a promise of less sodium and fat – all for the price of a humble dollar!
Sakura chuckled evilly, 'Marketing can't fool me! It takes more than a pretty face for me to buy the item!' The ironic evidence was in her shopping bag – chocolate biscuit packet, blessed with images of adorable dogs. At least it was on sale. Half price. Although a bit too close to the expiry date for Sakura's liking…
Eh, still edible.
The pinkette kicked another stray pebble, unleashing her stress on the poor rock. She watched as the pebble skipped away and out of sight. Her lips quirked into a bitter smile. 'Just like how my dream escaped my grasp…'
She worked so hard, for that dream of 'Doctor Haruno'. The same dream that began when she was a child, witnessing the paramedics wheeling her father into an ambulance, when he collapsed suddenly.
She achieved a full scholarship at a fairly-renowned high school.
She spent hours training late in the school gym, polishing her martial arts, to earn a black belt. For that extra credit in the 'sports field'. Hours were poured into volunteering. Ridiculous hours were poured into her studies, the mindset of 'it will be worth it' driving her on to claim the top grades.
Just to grab the attention any universities that offered a medicine degree she so desperately wanted to get into. She applied for a full scholarship for these universities. There was no way that she could afford the degree on its own.
It should've been easy for her. Top grades. Black belt. A few trophies from martial arts competition. Certificates in volunteering. High Distinctions in her school reports, and even for national-level academic competitions. Several letters of recommendations from her principal and teachers at her arsenal…
'Thank you for your application. Unfortunately, your application has not been successful – '
Perhaps, she could have done a science degree and applied into medicine program as another pathway…but her mother who singlehandedly raised her after her father never made it from the collapse –
It was barely a month after completing high school, her mother was involved in a car accident. For once, Sakura didn't care about university applications. She sat by her mother's side in the hospital, clutching her limp hand, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Sakura…I'm so sorry…I don't want to leave you…"
"It's okay, Mama. It's okay. I love you."
Beeeeep
Working several jobs kept her mind busy and distracted – the medical bills needed to be paid. The thought of her father and mother together in heaven, comforted her heart.
It's been a year since.
Life is unfair.
Life carries on.
Green eyes flickered to the advertisement. She worked harder than any of them. Hell, she wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she certainly did not use her parents' credit cards impulsively on any whims. They are loved by the public. How could people like them have the world wrapped around their finger. Whilst, hardworking people like her is struggling to get by in this cruel world.
Sakura cursed. Damn it. Damn it all.
"Meooow!"
Sakura broke out of her thoughts and looked down to blink cluelessly at a tabby cat pawing at her plastic bag. Her eyes narrowed. "Sorry, Mr Kitty," Sakura raised her precious bag of goods out of the feline's reach. "This is my food for the week! No touchy."
The cat's tail thumped against the pavement, eyes wide as if expecting Sakura to offer food – as if.
A thought suddenly struck Sakura, an evil smirk tugging at her lips. She slowly, dramatically pulled out the packet blessed with adorable dogs. "Hey." She waved the packet around, jabbing her finger at the dogs, loud enough to emit a crinkle from the packet, but gentle enough to not harm the precious biscuits inside. "This is a dog. You are a cat. Woof woof, go away."
Tsunade, the self-proclaimed 'legendary' CEO of Leaf Entertainment almost sobbed as she stared at the mountain of paperwork that awaited her.
"Sake…" the honey-blonde CEO whimpered pitifully.
So much for legendary.
Tsunade was not in a good mood. Her mood was further aggravated when she recalled the job interviews that await her tomorrow.
Fortunately, being the smart and selective one she is, she made the job interview limited to celebrities' recommendations.
Ha. Take that…non-star material people.
Ha.
HA.
Tsunade seriously need that sake.
She didn't even know why the mountain of paperwork was on her desk in the first place. She swore she sorted out the paperwork for the mentioned interviews last week.
"Tsunade-san?" Shizune knocked on the door.
Tsunade sat up in her chair quickly, summoning whatever dignity she has left, regaining her cool composure and poise. "Come in, Shizune."
Shizune stepped in and closed the door behind her. "I have the list for all the people who would be interviewed tomorrow."
"Did you get rid of the ones that didn't match the requirements?" Tsunade rested her chin on her folded hands, further polishing the image of a 'dignified and professional' boss.
Shizune nodded. "I slimmed it down to fifty people."
Tsunade smiled slightly. "Excellent. Not as bad as…the interviews from last year."
Over a thousand people applied. For the umpteenth time in the duration that she is CEO, she cursed her involvement when it comes to interviews, rather than leaving it to some other higher up (but not as high as her, ha!). After all, if that star is out in the public, they'll be the face of the company that she's in charge of… God forbid an idiotic star with a foul image, representing her!
Tsunade inwardly winced at the thought and stepped up from her chair. "We need a new star, Shizune. One's that fresh, smart, witty, and unique!" She paused and turned around to look at the wide window that gave her a beautiful view of the city below.
"Heck, most of our celebrities in this company are…arrogant bastards!" She roared the last bit, allowing venom to drip into the last two words.
Shizune smiled nervously. 'Thank goodness this room is sound proof…' She cleared her throat, "Well, Tsunade-san…you do have a point, but all the idols here are famous and well adored by the public. They also contribute well to the company in the fashion and showbiz aspects."
A derisive snort. "Meh."
Shizune gaped. "Meh!? Tsunade-san, you're the CEO of the company that's home to some of the world's most famous and loved idols! Akatsuki, the boy group! Yamanaka Ino, a model who has been getting excellent endorsements! The actor, Hyuuga Neji, a phenomenal talent! Even the rising stars – Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke – "
"Pah!"
"Lady Tsunade!" Shizune almost cried, "You should be more proud of – "
"Arrogant douchebags?" Tsunade snapped. She breathed out. "Shizune. The reason why I want a new idol – I don't care if he or she can't sing or dance to save their life – because, I want someone…different." She paced around in her office, thoughts racing in her head.
"Different?" Shizune echoed, eyebrows furrowed almost together in puzzlement.
"Yes!" Tsunade cried out passionately, her brown eyes wide and swirling with many different emotions. "Someone quirky! Someone whose so…so different from the way celebrities are usually perceived! I don't care if his or her natural hair colour is green! That would add to more to their 'uniqueness'!"
"Uh…"
"Someone intelligent! That way, she or he would be an inspiration and good role model to the younger fans! Pah! Have you heard the way Akatsuki's Hidan swears!? He's even worse than a sailor, and his stupid obsession with some fake religion is not the best influence to younger fans who absolutely adore the group!"
"Well…"
"Blast it. Heck, Akatsuki has the guts to even talk back to their CEO! And who was the one that gathered all of them together? Who's the one that suffers through the damn paperwork for their concerts? Who's the one – "
"I shall take my leave, Tsunade-san," Shizune smiled nervously, slipped from the room. Maybe giving her boss a bottle of sake would sooth her nerves.
Shizune may as well give a word of reprimand to Naruto who cheekily dumped a mountain of blank paper on Tsunade's desk, knowing that the CEO would mistake it for paperwork.
She sighed.
Somewhere in the distance, possibly one the first level, or second, she could here someone scream for ramen.
And this was the fiftieth floor?
"So this is the place?" Sakura stared in puzzlement at the building. It was simple, two-storey, smack bang in the middle of a seemingly, normal, busy street. She glanced down at the text message sent by Ino.
Yo!~ Forehead girl,
Job Interview starts at 3pm. Plenty of time to get ready, so get your lazy ass moving in the morning to make urself look nice :PPP
I'll send the address in the next text, but remember to tell ur name to the receptionist lady/man.
Good lucccckk
xoxo
Sakura raised an eyebrow and looked down at her outfit. Ino always signed her up for some interview or audition for something idol-related but screw that. Her instincts would tell her which something was celebrity – or not. Good old instincts, never letting her down. But this time, her instincts weren't raging.
"This looks reasonable and promising," Sakura muttered, scanning the building. "Probably job as a secretary of a small company or something. Finally, Ino got a new brain cell."
She glanced at the other people walking in the building, oozing confidence and glamour. Sakura glanced at her own clothes. A short sleeve, white summer shirt, blue skinny jeans and flats. Simple and comfortable.
Meh. Those high heels and short, tight dresses look so comfortable that they look like they would give the wearer a wedgie.
Sakura giggled childishly at the thought.
She walked in the building, and almost raised an eyebrow at the change in atmosphere. All too sudden, the air felt professional, and reeked of something…
Something.
Hmm…
"Oh, screw it," Sakura muttered, "Let's get this over and done with." She walked over to the nearest person and chirped, "Excuse me?"
The girl turned around, brown curls bouncing slightly, her face several shades paler than her neck, with heavily-lined eyebrows. Her lips adorned with a bold shade of red twisted into a sneer as she sniffed haughtily at the petite pinkette, "Yes?"
Sakura wrinkled her nose, she could smell…dozens of perfumes that was sprayed on this lady. "Man, you smell," Sakura blurted out, resisting the urge to cover her nose.
"EXCUSE ME!?" The lady screeched, her features morphing into a distasteful scowl, "The perfume I used was a limited edition from Chanel!" She stormed off, flipping her hair over shoulders and gave Sakura a nasty look.
Sakura stared dumbly. "Hah? Why would she use a perfume from a channel? Smells like my neighbour's old dog had farted…"
"Hi! Are you the one in charge?" Sakura chirped, as she approached a man sitting behind a desk. He had dark brown bangs were messily swept to one side, his eyes almost glazed over in boredom as he tapped his pen on the table rhythmically to the tick of the clock.
She squinted at his nametag, Kamizuki Izumo.
Izumo raised an eyebrow, and chuckled. "Nah," he drawled slowly, shoulders remaining slumped in his comfortable slouch, "I guess you can me the receptionist."
Sakura blinked. "Oh." She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck and ducked her head down in apology, "Sorry Izumo-san!"
Izumo blinked. 'First name basis already?' He thought, as he studied the woman in front of him with interest. She wasn't wearing makeup, compared to almost all the females who walked in (yes, he worked with beauty products before and he definitely has a good eye for this, if he daresay himself). She was petite, and had pink hair, and sparking green eyes.
"So…where do I go?" Sakura asked, scratching her cheek. "I kinda want to go as soon as possible and kick my friend in the – I mean, go home and sleep! Yea!"
Izumo chuckled. He liked this girl already. She was bubbly and cheerful – completely different to the haughty, proud men and women who dismissed his presence at their first glance of him. "What's your name?" He leaned forward from his chair and started ruffling through his papers in front of him.
"Haruno Sakura, at your service," she chirped cheerfully, with a salute.
Izumo scanned his list and nodded. "Sakura-san, when your name is called, enter the room, down the small hallway, on the left. Good luck!"
"Thank you very much!"
"No prob."
The brunette male watched her as she strolled away to a chair in the corner. She crossed one leg over the other as she looked around the room, in deep thought. Izumo slid his phone from his pocket, and away from prying eyes, he quickly typed a message to the boss.
Candidate Number 17. Haruno Sakura. Has my approval for this little test.
He smirked, as he tucked his phone away and resumed his 'lazy pose', mind flashing back to Tsunade's earlier instructions.
.
.
.
"Izumo," Tsunade allowed her hand to drop a folder onto the said male's desk.
"Tsunade-san," he greeted, dipping his head into a nod. He examined the file in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
"This is the file of the candidates for the interview today," Tsunade continued, as if reading his thoughts. "Frankly speaking, you will playing as the 'receptionist' to greet these ladies and gentleman." Her brown eyes glinted sharply.
"There's more to this, than meet the eyes. Am I right?" He drawled, leafing through the papers.
A smirk played at his boss's lips. "That's right," she affirmed, tapping the file. "You're going to in charge of this little greeting test. See who, out of these candidates…has manners – basic manners to simply greet you. You'll be surprised at how many idiots don't even show courtesy nowadays." She paused, after muttering out the last sentence. "And…who catches your eye."
Izumo chuckled, bowing his head slightly. "I'm flattered to be entrusted with this task."
Tsunade rolled her eyes, catching his underlying message. "Yes, yes. I trust your perception."
'And that means,' she inwardly cackled, carefully blanking her face into a smile to avoid Izumo detecting any secondary display of her ingenuity, 'Allowing myself to designate more time on those who pass his test! No need to waste time on some people!'
.
.
.
"Haruno Sakura!"
'Hell yeah!' Sakura cheered in her mind, 'Finally, get this crap over and done with!'
She walked in, scratching the side of her nose, and closed the door behind her. She clasped her hands together and bowed respectfully.
"Hello, my name is Haruno Sakura," she smiled. Three people sat behind a desk, studying her.
Sakura raised a pink eyebrow, slightly annoyed especially with the old man with spiky white hair. "Please stop ogling at me, old geezer," she said, wrinkling her nose slightly.
"Old geezer!?" The honey blonde woman, seated in the middle, stood up suddenly and roared. Her loose pigtails raised in the air, defying gravity –
"Cool!" Sakura's eyes sparkled marvelling at the display, "Your hair defies gravity!"
"Uh," the honey blonde looked confused, all traces of anger washing away.
"What's your name?" Sakura asked, excitement clearly reflected in her bright green eyes, "Can I call you Shishou?"
The black-haired lady, seated on the far left raised an eyebrow. 'Clearly, she didn't recognise Tsunade-san and Jiraiya-san…' she squinted at the petite, pink haired woman, scrutinising for any hidden motives, 'Is it an act?'
Tsunade cleared her throat. "I apologise for that." 'Clearly not!' "My name is Tsunade, this old geezer," she jerked her thumb at the man on the far right, "is Jiraiya." She gestured to the far left, "This is Shizune, my assistant. Please take a seat."
Sakura sat in her chair. 'I didn't know they needed so many people to interview a single person,' she mused quietly. 'I feel special already.'
"Lady Tsunade," Shizune whispered, "Her resume is very impressive. Top results for academic competitions, countless High Distinctions and Distinctions. She topped her cohort many times. She has a black belt in a few competitions and won a few trophies."
Tsunade nodded with interest, her eyebrows almost darting upward in astonishment at her assistant's words. Her eyes raised to the pink hair, and green eyes. 'Odd combination,' she thought.
Jiraiya nudged her out of her thoughts. "She's lacking," he whispered.
"In what?" Tsunade growled.
"Boobs."
An elbow slammed into his ribs.
Sakura blinked cluelessly at the now passed out Jiraiya, slumping over the desk. "Does he drool?" She asked, "Because you have a nice table, and it would a shame to ruin it."
Tsunade chuckled, suppressing a witty comment which will surely damage Jiraiya's already ruined reputation in the pinkette's eyes. "Never mind him! Okay, Sakura…tell me a bit about yourself."
"Okay, my name is Sakura. I'm nineteen years old. And yes, my pink hair is natural." She paused, looking a bit lost, her eyes darted around the room, not meeting theirs. "Uh…my name is Sakura!"
Tsunade tucked a stray loose of blonde hair behind her ear, trying to repress a snort. Her lips twitched slightly in an amused smile, "So Sakura, any ambitions that you have? Goals? Dreams?"
'God, if she says something about modelling or acting with some famous douche like the previous interviewee, I'm going to stab Jiraiya in the eye with this pen,' Tsunade thought as her hand clutched tighter around the mentioned weapon of choice, 'I don't want to hear another sentence about how this and that douche and douchebag are so ridiculously good-looking that it's out of the world.' That quote belongs to the airhead that in the room a short few minutes ago. Tsunade would rather sacrifice her beloved sake than repeat that interviewee's words. Ugh.
The pinkette's smile faltered slightly, as her eyes became a tad misty as if unwanted memories were replaying in her mind. "Well…since I was young, I wanted to be a doctor," she admitted, "But reality is a bitc – "
She coughed. "A…a…b-b-bit…smelly." She cringed at the choice of words. Her cheeks flushed and the tips of her ears reddened. She opened and closed her mouth repetitively, "U-Uh! Yea, smelly!"
Jiraiya let loose a loud bark of laughter. "Smelly!" He chortled, as he slowly swayed up from his slumped form on the table, to lean his back against the chair. His shoulders were shaking with mirth.
Sakura's cheeks turn a brighter shade than her hair. "S-Shut up!" She snapped, "It was the first word to come to mind!"
"And you have the nerve to swear!"
"Almost swear!"
Tsunade cleared her throat, and the bickering ceased. She inwardly smirked, 'My power and influence are supreme,' she laughed mentally.
"Why did you apply to this job?" Shizune piped in curiously.
"Well, my stupid boar friend, Ino-pig signed me up for this! I have no idea what this is all about!" Sakura resisted a snort, and swung her legs like a child, "I only came because, I know she would buy me some anmitsu from some five star Japanese dessert restaurant!"
"…Food is your motivation?" Shizune questioned, slightly amused by the girl and her response. Her hand has been covering her mouth this entire interview, in order to hide her constant grin that was only growing wider with every minute. Oh lord, Tsunade has been berating her that she's too open with her emotions and that idiots will take advantage of it – especially in these interviews.
"Yup!" Sakura replied cheerfully.
"Any celebrities you like?" Tsunade questioned. She was going to throw this girl out if she responded in a fan girl way, with someone like…some member of the Akatsuki, the arrogant Uchiha's –
"Does Pikachu count?" Sakura squealed, clasping her hands to her cheeks, "He's soooo adorable! I could squish his cheeks forever!" She paused and pouted, "Although his cheeks is where electricity is stored…so that's a bad idea."
Tsunade stared at the girl in disbelief. "Uh…like real people."
A tic mark appeared on Sakura's forehead. "DON'T DISS PIKACHU!"
Jiraiya roared in laughter.
"HE COULD THUNDERSHOCK YOU! HE'S REAL, YOU KNOW!"
"Aren't you a little too old for Pokémon?" Shizune finally allowed a giggle to escape. Blame Jiraiya with his infectious laughter.
"NO ONE'S TOO OLD FOR POKEMON! CHA!"
Jiraiya sniggered. "I quite like Lopunny."
Sakura made a face. "Pah! If you want to talk about elegant Pokémon, Roserade is the beast. But Riolu beats them, hands down."
"HELL YEAH!" Tsunade roared, her mouth stretching into a wide grin, "Riolu kicks ass! He's cute, and that's a bonus!"
"I know!" Sakura squealed, "Between Pikachu and Riolu, I can't simply decide! They're both awesome and cute in their own ways!"
"I understand!" Tsunade slammed her fist onto the table, rattling the objects, "I once had a difficult decision of – "
-ring…ring…ring…PICK UP BILLBOARD BROW!...ring…
"Sorry about this!" Sakura grinned apologetically, "Hello, Ino-pig! And stop changing my ringtone to your obnoxious voice!"
"Forehead! Ready for the interview? And shut up! My voice is beautiful!"
"Actually…I'm in the middle of it! They're brilliant people! Except for some perverted old geezer!"
"Hey! I'm not perverted! I'm super, mega perverted!" WHAM "OW!"
"Looks like it's going well! So, the people liking you so far?"
"No idea! I like them though!"
"Looks like you might get a job in this entertainment industry – thanks to me, Forehead!"
"YOU – WHAT!?" Sakura screeched.
"Don't you recognise Tsunade, the CEO of Leaf?"
"SHE'S THE CEO!?"
"YES, YOU DUMBASS! You need get a life!"
"I have a life! And Ino, you know I have no intention in coming of some idol or whatever! Toilet cleaner sounds more appealing!"
Tsunade and Jiraiya exchanged a look. Tsunade gave Shizune a nod.
"LIKE HELL IT IS!"
"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. BE. SOME. FRIGGING. FAMOUS. DOUCHE."
"You'll be famous, but not a douche! But you're already douchey, so it doesn't matter!"
"NO! Ino, I refuse! You didn't even tell me what this is, when you signed me up! Lies! I should sue you!"
"Oh, didn't I? And you can't sue me!"
"DIE, YAMANAKA INO! I hope you'll get reborn as an ugly boar! Oh wait, you are one!"
"BILLBOARD BROW!"
"I'M GETTING OUTTA HERE AND GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS! CHA! YOU MESSED WITH HARUNO SAKURA, PIG! YOU'LL REGRET THIS!"
"NO! HARUNO SAKURA, STAY AT THE INTERVIEW – "
"SCREW THE DAMN INTERVIEW! It can go die in a hole for all I care! HELL YEAH!"
Beep.
Sakura seethed at the phone in her grip. Her green eyes flashed, and she ran out of the room, without glancing at the three interviewers, slamming the door behind her.
Tsunade broke the silence. "I like her."
"Me too!" Jiraiya pumped his fist.
"You like everything that has boobs," Tsunade deadpanned. Then she shot him a look, brown eyes flashed dangerously, "Don't even think about it."
"She's a bit on the small side," Shizune mused, tapping her finger to her chin, "Her pink hair and green eyes is a trademark, a rare and strange combination. She's intelligent, very different…and unique."
"Meh, I like her fiery and childish attitude. Definitely a change from what I'm use to seeing," Tsunade leaned back in her chair, as she scribbled some words onto Sakura's application form.
Jiraiya tapped his chin. "I can see her a model. She can be bubbly and childish – a unique charm for someone her age. An actor…possibly. She could be in those action films, since she knows martial arts."
"She's passionate."
"Vibrant."
"Stubborn."
"Fiery."
"Weird."
SMACK
"I meant the good weird!"
Tsunade grinned, "Whatever, she's in! I know a good star when I see one. Call off the rest of the interviews! Our decision is final."
'Now where's the damn sake?'
Author's Notes:
The second chapter should be coming up very soon (in the next hour or so, just gotta edit)! One thing that inspired me to pick 'Fame' up again, was when I was reading the original chapter (that 5 years ago me have written), I had a bit of giggle - which was much needed since I had a coming exam ): I enjoy writing about Sakura being a tad childish, maybe even crazy - so I hope that reading this would brighten your day up too!
I do have a fair amount of craziness and fun stuff planned out, and I'm excited to write up those and post them up for you to enjoy :D Compared to 5 years ago, where I was writing things on whim, I do have more plans and inspiration for 'Fame' and I'm excited to carry it out.
See you very soon in Chapter 2! :)
Tako-san