Public Act

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Naruto.

Chapter One: Lime Light Fades

I was never shy of the lime light. You really couldn't if you were in my shoes. My mom, Alura Lam/Haruno made it to fame when she starred in an episode of Houston 795, a hot new soap opera. No one thought she would go any farther than that but someone saw potential in her. A director, Turin Uchiha, cast Mama as the lead for from a movie called Love's Spell. The movie boosted her up into fame, making her on just about every talk show, music countdown, and even making special appearances in random television shows. I thought it was strange how none of this ever influenced her way to fame. No, what truly made her famous was the fact that she married my father, Jared Haruno, the guitarist of a rock band called Ten Miles to the Freeway.

Jared Haruno's band didn't become famous until he married mom. Once my mom explained this to me. She told me the only way to true fame was to associate with the famous. This is the true reason she married my dad, no not for love but for fame. The only reason she did this was that fame brought money and money brought a life. She often compared herself to a modern day prostitute, saying that she was in too deep to turn back. She told me to stay far away from fame for it never made you happy, just gave you true sorrow. It hurt people more than disasters or death. Meaning giving yourself to fame was like signing a contract with the devil, you could never get away from it.

And unluckily for me, I was born to this hell called fame.

So here I am, Sakura Haruno.

I've also signed myself to the devil

Well, to two devils…

Him and Fame.

And this, my dear, is my story.

I'm guessing you already know how when someone is born to fame, it's hard to escape the lime light, especially if you were born with an odd color hair like me. It was a pink color, beautiful and strange. Momma thought it would help if they just threw me into fame from birth. She put me in modeling school until I was ten, then she thought I was ready and of course, she was right. People fell in love with the color of my pale ivory skin and the brightest green of my eyes. Soon I was walking down runways, blowing kisses, and talking like a regular little princess, and the paparazzi ate it up.

The next few events drowned me in fame and paparazzi. Mama and Papa wanted to get the fame game spreading higher so they decided to make the ultimate publicity scandal: cheat on one another. Papa hired a beach blonde bimbo to pretend to be in love with him and then tell the media. Mama, being the good actress she was, (like everyone else in this dammed contract with the devil) pretended that daddy beat her and sexually molested her. Both of them fought for my custody, not because they loved me but so I would also get to share in this little game. And you know what, it worked.

Every morning I would wake up to the cheering of fans outside and the window, trying to give me hope. Surprisingly it did. I always thought it was strange that people (my fans) could be the biggest support of all time. They gave me hope, to keep going on while my parents only fought to get more fame. In a strange way I felt bad for lying to them. I wanted to yell and scream to them, revealing the cover of fakeness from their eyes so they could finally see what Hollywood and every other capital of fame was nothing more than a mere sham for their time and money. But for my safety and theirs, I kept it inside. Soon all my wants went away, helping me out.

Later after the scandal had finally reached its climax with a huge trial, I was given to my mom with half of my father's property and fortune. My mother sent me away to a boarding school, Portsmith Academy. She shipped me away from the fame, something I was truly thankful for. I love that woman. Well I did until I learned about why she did so...

And Thus Our Story Begins

Girls and boys crowded around huge stone steps that led into the mansion-like academy. Many of them held cameras ready to take pictures. There was screaming and cheering, yet no one was around. I waltzed up to the steps, hoping this wasn't all about me. I patted a random boy on the shoulder, "Hey what's going on?" He turned around and smiled. He had a video camera in his hand that contrasted with his black hair and thick rimmed glasses. Unlike everyone else, he wore his uniform different. The tie was loose and frumpy while his shirt was half buttoned. His face and such went well with his messy attire. It was kind of cute in a strange way.

"The 'princes' are about to show up," I noticed how he seemed to hiss at the word princes. I gave him a confused look and cocked my head to the side like I normally did. My pink bangs fell in my green eyes. He laughed at this gesture and wiped them out of my eyes.

"You must be new," he stuck out the hand that had rested in his pocket, "I'm Lewis. Cool hair by the way, I dye mine too."

"I'm Sakura," I laughed at his remark about the color of my hair. So many other people thought the same thing. I didn't really care. I was just glad that it was so light that it was almost close to a strawberry blonde color. "So what's going on?" I asked, feeling like a little child again.

A limo pulled up in front of the school. A naughty grin appeared on Lewis' face as his other hand pulled the camera to eye level. "Just watch," he muttered with a strange sound of satisfaction in his voice. The next few events seemed like some anime my mother and I used to watch when I was younger.

The black door to the limo opened up. Spiky raven hair was all I could see besides the flashing of cameras and jumping girls. I stood on my tip toes trying to see but nothing helped. Lewis smiled and bent down, "Climb up." I was cautious at first, I mean I just met the guy and plus I was in a red plaid skirt but Lewis didn't seem to mind. He pulled me up onto his shoulder so I could see high past the crowd. It felt like I was flying and for just a brief second I held my arms over my head. I let everything disappear from my world except me and Lewis. He jostled me around a bit which ended up snapping me back to earth.

I looked out again and saw the boy that all these girls were going crazy for. He was tall and very handsome. A hot redness spread across my cheeks. As he brought up his sunglasses, I saw cold radiant eyes burn us with a cold glare. He looked around and saw me. A smirk graced his flawless face as his eyes met mine. I held on to Lewis' shoulders to keep me balanced. That boy had just started to burn my name to his contract to hell. I could feel it. He had to be famous too.

"That's the head 'Prince'," Lewis began to speak, snapping me away from the beauty in front of me, "Don't get too close, he's like a fire. He'll steal your heart and break it too. Ask Ino-chan. She is still hurt by him." I listened intently. A question soon entered my mind.

"What are the Princes?" she asked him.

"You didn't say it right; you have to add the hissing sound in there. Princess'. See you have to make it seem all snooty and snobby," He laughed at her for a bit.

"Well what are they?!" she gently knocked him upside the head with the side of her fist.

"Don't get violent or I might drop you," I gulped as he laughed, "They are nothing but a bunch of famous bitches who like hurting people to get their way. They're all handsome, and thus they end up fooling all the women around them. Be careful."

"Wow…that's just great," I began to climb down from his shoulders, "So where are the rest of them?" I looked around and saw girls begin to go inside.

"He's the last one, the one they always watch out for. His name is Sasuke. You can always tell the other princes for the way they wear their clothes. They all have three buttons unbuttoned and their tie loosened down to the fourth button. Their jackets are slightly frayed at the sides and instead of gold buttons, they prefer silver," Lewis showed me all the differences and then patted me on the head, "Try not to get caught up with them, Ok?"

I smiled to him. For once in my life I had just made my first friend. It felt really good. I smiled and nodded to him. He pushed me away, smiling. I walked into the building, feeling somewhat alone but I didn't care. People in black and red uniforms scurried from place to place. I giggled and pulled my hair up into a bun. More of the pink bangs fell in my face. I pulled out my schedule from my coat pocket. First was Chemistry, a class that I had despised ever since I found out it was required. For a second I snapped out of my utter loathing and began to run to the class. The warning bell rang twice. I shuffled among the people, getting blocked off at every few feet. Unfortunately, my luck had caught up with me again. As soon as I was five feet from the door, the bell rang over head. In the fashion world I would have gotten by with this but here in this new place, being on time was the newest trend that everyone had to follow or be sent to the fashion police aka the principle. I learned this the hard way. As soon as I entered, a stout woman looked at me dead in the eyes, "And who are you?"

"That's my question," I just had to be a smart ass. Yea, it was very usual of me. I felt like I was provoked to say that but soon I noticed my mistake when her fat face was turning a bright red and the whole class' mouth opened. "I'm Haruno Sakura…sorry about that," I scratched the back of my head. My eyes began to wonder again. I saw three boys dressed the way Lewis had described. One was the top prince who was sitting beside a long dark haired boy with rich creamy eyes. In front of them was a blonde who happened to be laughing at her. He was the most eccentric out of the three. He seemed not full of himself and easy going, while the other two were obviously snobby and more sarcastic.

"Well Ms. Haruno I would like for you to take a seat beside Naruto and after class I would like you to attend detention," I moved to my seat beside the blonde. I guessed that was the seat she meant since it was the only one available. There were little bottles of acids arranged in many different orders. I cocked my head to the side. I was terribly confused since I had never had an encounter with a real school, let alone a real classroom before.

Back when my parents were going through the long, custody battle, I attended a school online. My parents said that it was better than being harassed in a normal school. On there, I wouldn't actually mix chemicals but instead, I would play games that were supposed to teach me the meaning of the exercise. Plus I would constantly have someone overseas talking to me, guiding me through each process. Sometimes, when my luck had run out, they would hire a private tutor and I would have to suffer like I was actually normal.

I looked over at Naruto, trying to figure out every difference that made him stand out between the other two boys. Well, there was the fact that he had blonde hair and blue eyes. And...umm...that was about it. My eyes glanced up at the board. The teacher was now talking about some formula I guess I'm supposed to know. I pulled out my notebook with a fairy on top of it and opened it to the first page. As my hand scribbled down the formula, I felt like I had just defiled the beautiful purple pages of the notebook. They didn't deserve to learn something that they'd probably never need. Another sigh escaped my lips, soon finding myself leaning my head on my palm, still tired from this morning.

Poke...Poke...Poke

My eyes opened up slowly and looked over to the source of my annoyance. It was the blonde, Naruto. He was saying something that I had decided to tune out. Deciding to be polite, I asked him again what he said. A smirk came up on his face, "I didn't think that the girls were supposed to sleep in a class next to someone as hot as myself." My cheeks flushed. No I was not embarrassed at his comment as much as I was that I had slept through class. An angry glint came over my eyes and with a smile I replied back to him.

"Honey, there are so many sexy men in the world and I don't think you fall into that category," a smirk came over my face but soon faded as I looked around. The class, mainly the females in the room, did not seem as amused of my joke as I did. I even heard one break her pencil at my remark. I took a quick glance behind me and saw that the spiky boy had his hand on his palm, head cocked to the side, and a smirk played across his face. I didn't know if this was supposed to be a threat but I giggled and turned back to Naruto, who seemed more surprised than the rest of the class. A fake smile came to my face, trying to move past the sudden out burst, "Sorry, so what are we supposed to be doing?"

Naruto just laughed awkwardly and held up the chemistry book, "Ms. Price said we are supposed to be mixing chemicals A and B, hoping to get some kind of reaction." He pointed to the two bottles and an empty one. A smirk came up on my face. I grabbed the two bottles. How much easier could it get? First I poured half a glass of A into the beaker and then I poured another half a glass of B. The last thing I remember was the teacher scream and Naruto running away in laughter. Plus I'm sure there was a distinctive flash of light and I think I fell out of my desk. Oh yea, and I my head seemed to collide with the edge of the table. I'm sure nothing serious happened. Did it?

Actually it Did...

Apparently someone (Naruto) had replaced the labels on the acids and had the beaker up on full heat while I was asleep. I found this out when I had woken up. There was two people beside me – some lady and some boy – looking over me and talking about what had happened. As I went to sit up, the lady pushed me back down to the pillow, murmuring something about being knocked unconscious. So that was what happened... I looked over at her clock and noticed that I had been out for a relatively long time. I listened into their conversation. They talked about how Naruto had replaced me and had to take my place in detention. So my luck had finally changed

After an hour, they made sure that I was fine and let me go. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was lunch time and I had missed half of my classes. I walked around the school, bored as hell. I didn't feel like joining the rest of my pupils in the cafeteria or the courtyard. Passing a strangely marked door, I took interest in it. After a closer examination, I noticed that it had P.S.P. written in cursive under the roof label. Being a nosy idiot, I still walked up the stairs to the soft breeze even though I was still feeling like a criminal on parole. Twenty or thirty steps later, I finally made it up to the roof. The view was like nothing I had seen before.

I leaned over the rail of the roof and plugged in my headphones. The view from Portsmith Private was better than the one I had saw while my parents were touring in Paris. The small town was so much more peaceful and pleasant. I was glad to be alone with the fresh breeze blowing over me as the rest of the students were still inside (or down in the courtyard) eating their lunches. So happy, in fact, that I had no idea of what was going on around me. I began to dance and sing,

"Baby is this love for real?

Let me in your arms to feel

The beating of your heart baby,

The beating of your heart baby!"

It wasn't until I heard a group of male voices laughing at me from behind.

I took in a deep breath and looked back at them. It just happened to be the princes. They had to be there for a long time since they were all sitting comfortably on the cement. I pulled out my head phones just in time to hear one of them (a tall guy with his hair in a low ponytail and glasses on) start talking, "Damn girl. For some skinny chick, you sure have a nice body." A blush came across my face as I back up a bit. Even though I should have been used to it, I felt violated by his words. Another one of them stood up and opened the door.

"You're new right? Well here's a hint. The roof top belongs to us. Don't come up here unless you want to give up something," Naruto ushered me out of the door and walked me down the staircase while the other boy closed the door behind us. I looked at Naruto and he just sighed.

"Please try to take Itachi's words as a compliment. He doesn't mean to sound like a total jerk," Naruto held his forehead in on of his hands. Now I could understand why Naruto was so much different than the rest; he actually care how people saw him. I barely caught a glance of his eyes before he put his head down again, "Oh and sorry about earlier. Sasuke told me to do it. Some say him and Itachi is the devil or his minions. Take my advice, stay as far away from the prince's as possible. You couldn't do anything better for your health even if a doctor had prescribed it." Naruto kissed my cheek and sent me on my way. A pink blush came across my cheeks as he walked away back to the rest of them. He was so different compared to the rest of the guys on campus.

Things at this School were Certainly Interesting...

I flung my things into my locker after lunch had ended. As soon as I did so, my cell phone began to vibrate. Even though I wasn't supposed to have it out at school at all, I began to read the text. A sigh came out of my lips as I read it;;

From: Mommy

Subject: Dinner Guests

Hey Honey!

Thought I would go ahead and inform you that Turin and his sons are coming over tonight for dinner.

Make sure to not act surprised or look un-presentable in case they arrive early.

Oh how I always seemed to love my mother's way of telling me things ahead of time. (sarcasm)

End Chapter One

Hey guys, hope you like the first chapter. Sorry it's so short but I really didn't have time to make it longer. I promise that things will get better as the story goes on.

Thanks for reading and please comment!

I love hearing all the opinions and suggestions on the chapters so I can make them better.

Excerpt from Chapter Two;;

Sakura's mom yelled from downstairs. She guessed Turin had finally arrived. She applied one last coat of strawberry lip gloss and straightened up her short, black dress before walking down the hallway to the staircase. Many thoughts ran through her mind. She had never met Turin's sons before. In fact, she didn't think he had any sons. What if they picked on her or stalked her around while they were at her house? Or it could be worse, what if they were fame freaks too?

Sakura shook her head as she walked down the hall to erase her thoughts. Finally she got to the banister and looked down. Her eyes grew wide in anger. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sakura screamed from the banister leading downstairs. There sat the two boys she least wanted to see. How could her luck get any worse?