"Oh yeah! Konoha's Next Top Model, here I come!"
Ino, Sakura, Tenten and Hinata had just got summoned to the Hokage's office, and given a new mission. The mission? Four of the contestants for Konoha's Next Top Model had suddenly dropped out because of some weird accident, (you make up your own) and the four mentioned girls were to fill in for them. The person that just shouted was... Ino.
"In your dreams, Ino-pig!" said an equally-excited Sakura. "I'm going to win! Over you three, AND all the other contestants!"
"Yeah, right, Forehead girl," Ino smirked. "I'm TOTALLY going to win!"
"Hey, what about me?" asked Tenten huffily. "I have a chance to win too, you know!"
Ino and Sakura looked at one another and burst out laughing. Both knew what the other was thinking. If Ino and Sakura were there, Tenten didn't stand a chance. To them anyway. (how mean... Tenten's beautiful too...)
"W-what if we d-do win?" stuttered Hinata, who wasn't exactly as enthusiastic as the others. "We w-won't be forced to work as m-models, will we?"
"Of-course not," replied Tsunade. "You'll just get a small group of ranbid fanboys and an occasional photo-shoot or something. Very avoidable."
Hinata had her doubts.
"When does the mission start? Should we go pack now?" asked Ino excitedly.
Tsunade nodded. "Go on now."
Ino, Sakura and Tenten rushed outside, sprinting to their houses to pack. Hinata, however, took turtle steps towards the Hyuuga complex, wondering what her paranoid father would say when he heard about her new mission. What would win? Hiashi's firm belief that ninja should complete their missions, or his equally firm belief that no-one should see Hinata in so much as a t-shirt and shorts? (wow... just imagine, for a moment, Hinata in t-shirt and shorts... weird mental image)
Apparently, as Hinata found out when she told her father, the latter lost to the former, and she would take part in the mission -but unless it was a swim-suit shot or something, she was required to wear ski pants and a parka at all times. (just kidding... Hinata-chan gets to wear what she wants)
:At Ino's:
The first thing Ino did after telling her parents, was not packing. However, she picked up the phone, and punched in one of her friend's number.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Hello, Shikamaru?"
"No, this is Yoshino speaking. Are you looking for Shikamaru, Ino-chan?"
"Yes."
"Wait one moment please."
"Thank you."
Ino fidgeted with the telephone cord, waiting for Shikamaru's mom to get the lazy bum over to the phone. Finally, after about 15 seconds, (surprisingly fast for our subject) there was a lazy drawl on the other end of the phone.
"Get to the point, Ino..."
"I'M A CONTESTANT FOR KONOHA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!" Ino shrieked into the phone.
There was a clang, a splash, a yelp, and a male voice yelling: "Holy shit!"
"Shikamaru?" asked Ino, considerably softer than before.
"Here, with a broken eardrum and very red toes," Shikamaru mumbled back. "Geez Ino, don't be so loud, you made me drop the phone and spill the cup of hot water I was holding. Now my clothes are soaked, my feet hurt like heck, and I look like I majorly wet my pants. Thanks a lot... mendokusai..."
"You told me to get to the point! So I just told you what I wanted to say!" Ino retorted innocently.
"I said get to the point, not the climate of your yelling abilities!"
"You're so grumpy! Aren't you even happy for me?" asked Ino.
"Happy? I spilledboiling water over myself and you think I'd be HAPPY!" Shikamaru groaned.
"I -ugh! You're impossible Nara Shikamaru!"
"Thank you. Good-bye!"
"Wait! What-!"
The line went dead. Shikamaru had hung up. Fuming, Ino put her phone back on the reciever. She was going to phone Chouji, but her good mood was now ruined. Thanks to Shikamaru.
"I'll just go pack now..." Ino mumbled.
:At Sakura's:
"Oh! And this would look nice too!" giggled Sakura as she put yet another (rather short) mini-skirt into her luggage bag.
The moment Sakura had gotten home, she had dashed to her room, hauled out her suitcase, practically dumped out her entire wardrobe, and began picking out clothes to pack. All the clothes she had packed were rather... short, for lack of a better word. But, hey. This was modeling, hello! In Sakura's point-of-view, modeling was really another term for: Show off the Bod for Sasuke.
When Sakura had finished cramming every 6 inch mini-skirt, halter top, tube top, short-short, and sexy article of clotheing she could into her suitcase, she began packing thedaily materials. (toothpast, toothbrush, hair brush, cosmetics... etc etc) This was one mission she was going to love!
When she was finished, she pranced over to the phone, and giddily pressed in the Uchiha prodigy's number. The phone rang 6 times, and the answering machine came up.
Hello, this is Uchiha Sasuke. I have not answered because I'm minding my own buisness -something you don't need to know about.said the message. If you are a random caller, please hang up now. However, if you are Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Yamanka Ino or a fangirl of mine, please hang up now and never phonethis number again.You are annoying. Thank you.
Sakura frowned. Sasuke didn't say anything about leaving a message after the beep. That was strange, most people included that in their answering machine's message...
So, Sakura, being the goody-two-shoes girl she was, hung up, and went downstairs to eat something. Packing for a once-in-a-lifetime chance was really exhausting!
:At Tenten's:
"Neji? What are you doing here?" asked Tenten.
She had sprinted home to pack, but instead of her slippers, she finds Neji, thehandsome boy whom she admired so much,standing at the shoe rack, inher personal slippers. What kind of joke was this?
"One, to annoy the heck out of you," began Neji. "Two, to congratulate you on getting the mission. Hope you lose."
"Hope I lose! Here to annoy me!" Tenten's eyes were wide. "Which side of the bed did you wake up on today, Neji?"
"The left side," replied Neji. "Fate had somehow decided that the right side of my bed should be planted against the wall."
Tenten rolled her eyes. Neji and his fate!
"Cut the crap," mumbled Tenten. "How do you know about this? Why do you want me to lose?"
"Question 1: Shikamarutold me. Apparently, Ino got to her house before you could get to yours, and phoned Shikamaru about this. He wasn't very pleased with dropping the phone on his foot when Ino screamed it out at him," replied Neji. "Question 2: Then you won't have any weird fanboys and our team can train in peace," replied Neji.
"Since when has teeth pings, nice guy poses, green spandex suitsand speeches on youth been considered peace?" Tenten fired back, slightly amused at the funny mental image of Shikamaru dropping a phone on his foot. The Nara's phones were one of the heaviest phones in the village. (some people thought that Shikato used them for weights)
"Since these things have been compared toretarded fanboys mowing down the training area."
Neji had an answer to every single question, didn't he?
:At Hinata's:
Hinata looked at her suitcase. She had been home 5 minutes and already, her suitcase was full of neatly folded clothing and necessary, every day items. She didn't bring any make-up. Sakura, Ino and possibly Tenten would bring plenty new extras. Hinata had never really liked cosmetics in the first place. They covered you up and disguised you as another person...
But she was going modeling, and models, well. Models wore make-up. Models modeled make-up. Cosmetics were essential in the modeling career -one of the many reasons Hinata didn't really like modeling. However, the thought of Naruto-kun seeing her in a swim suit or something as skimpy as that on KonohaKonnection (the TV channel) was exhilirating!
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哈哈! 你們都不明白我在寫什麽吧! 我爸爸買了一個寫字機... 會寫日文呢!
看看: ツ力マル (中文是"鹿丸"... 中文版的名子很怪啊... "鹿丸"是 "Shikamaru"... 真可憐... 變成一頭丸... 哈哈...)
哈哈... 很高興啊!
Haha! Yesss! (oh, by the way, the above passage was in Chinese. In case you don't know how to read it or it shows up all weird on your computer) My dad got a touch pad, and it can write Japanese too! Yay!
See: ツ力マル (That means Shikamaru...)
Hope you enjoyed this! I wrote this after watching America's Next Top Model... XP Read and Review peoples!