A Game Show in Konoha
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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"You have GOT to be kidding me."
That's what Sakura said to herself when she received mail from Tsunade. She thought the old Hokage was going completely insane when she read through the letter a few times.
Dear Sakura
You have been (forcibly) selected to participate in a television show. Due to the lack of mass entertainment in Konohagakure, you will receive full mission payment should you choose to appear. If you decide to make an appearance, please contact me immediately for more details. The filming will take place two weeks from tomorrow.
P.S. – Don't wear something you really like.
Tsunade, Fifth Hokage
"…Don't wear something you really like…? What the hell does that mean…?" she said to herself several times ponderously. "Oh well. I'm getting paid, might as well go for it. I wonder who else will show up for this thing...I wouldn't be surprised if they picked…"
"Don't wear something you really like?" said Naruto, inhaling a bowl of ramen. "That's not a problem…hehe." Naruto looked behind him to his closet full of orange jumpsuits. "Say, I wonder if doing this will put me closer to being the next Hokage? Either way, I'd get full mission payment, which means more money, which means more ramen! I'm in!"
Hinata crashed into the Hyuga mailbox (Daydreaming about Naruto while walking isn't good for your physical health.), discovering the letter from Tsunade.
"Maybe...maybe N-n-Naruto will be there…?" she pondered to herself as she stumbled back toward the Hyuga house, fiddling with the letter between her small fingers. No doubt she was going to be there.
Sasuke received the mail while eating breakfast. "What the hell?" he said aloud while reading the letter. "This isn't going to help me kill Itachi…!" He thought about what his brother, now a member of Akatsuki, would say.
Sasuke: Brother, I'm going on a game show!
Itachi whirls around and punches Sasuke in the stomach.
Sasuke: But…why, Brother?
Itachi: You lack hatred.
"Ah, what the hell." he said as he began to plan for the event.
Two weeks pass like two seconds as the four prepare for the event. Others received the mail, but most of them declined, because "it was too troublesome", "it doesn't involve food", or "it wouldn't be the youthful thing to do". The four met about fifteen minutes before the show was about to start. They stood in front of the tall steel double-doors to an old abandoned factory that had recently been refurbished, probably for the purpose of filming this show.
"Sasuke! You came!" yelled Sakura.
"…Dorks." said Sasuke under his breath, looking at the others.
"n-n-n…Naruto…" said Hinata quietly.
"ALRIGHT! LET'S DO THIS! BELIEVE IT!" yelled Naruto boisterously.
The steel doors began to slowly creak open, making a clanking sound.
"I'm scared, Sasuke-kun!" said Sakura, creeping behind Sasuke and holding onto him.
"Get off me or I'll give you something to be scared of." said Sasuke with his regular monotone disposition.
Hinata followed behind Naruto slowly, blushing. The four entered and the doors slammed shut behind them. They were now in a large room with a purple metal floor. Two transparent cubicles stood on either side of the room with a chair in front of each of them, as well as inside each of them.
"W-w-w-what are those for, Sakura?" asked Hinata, shyly.
Before an answer came, the sound of footsteps came from an unknown source. Suddenly, out of the shadow between the tanks came none other than…Neji Hyuga.
"NEJI! What are you doing here!" yelled Naruto.
"I'm the host of this entire show." said the Hyuga, smiling.
"HAH! You! The host? You're such a boring person. I should be the host, you moron! But besides that, the joke's on you, because you have to do this all the time, and not even get rewarded." Naruto said quickly.
"That's where you're wrong. Tsunade's paying me A-Rank if I host this show once a week." He snickered.
"That's not fair!" yelled Naruto. He ran at Neji, trying to tackle him.
"Jyuken!" said Neji, who quickly pushed Naruto backward causing him to slide into a wall. He collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"I guess losers will always be losers. That's fate for you. Now, let's begin the show, shall we?" said Neji, microphone in hand. "This is a game show, of course. The object of the game, for these four, is to obtain points, which can be redeemed for time to use in the Final Challenge, which will be explained later. Now, we're going to give the ninjas a chance to gain a few points by telling us a bit about themselves. First, why don't the girls sit in those chairs inside the cubicles over there?" Neji gestured to the transparent cubicles with chairs inside them. Sakura and Hinata nervously walked over to the two tanks and each took their place in one.
"Now, why don't you two have a seat in the remaining chairs." Said Neji. Naruto and Sasuke didn't waste much time in getting to them.
"Alright, now then. Let me explain the rules of this first game. I'm going to ask the guys here some questions about themselves. However, if either of them uses the word 'yes' or 'no', it's going to get a bit less comfortable in the tank behind them." The two girls visibly shuddered. What was about to happen? "But I'll give them five points for each time they don't screw up. Let's begin, shall we?" said Neji, walking over to Naruto first.
"Naruto Uzumaki…" he said slowly. "Do you like ramen?"
"YEAH! Yes! Yes! I love ramen! Absolutely!" he said, jumping out of his chair.
"NARUTO! YOU IDIOT!!! WHAT KIND OF IDIOT…YOU HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAN OF A RAT! CAN YOU NOT REMEMBER SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS FOR MORE THAN THREE SECONDS?" yelled Sakura, sitting in the cubicle behind him. Red light flooded the room around them as a klaxon began to sound.
"Ooh. I had a feeling this would happen." said Neji calmly.
"Wait… uh… what exactly are you going to do now?" said Sakura.
"Remember when we told you not to wear something you cared about?"
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Ooh. A cliffhanger, me thinks. What's going to happen to Sakura? Get ready to find out! I'll try to have one or two more chapters done soon, then I'm going to crank out one a week.