Hey, you guys. So, I haven't written much of anything in so long. I went through this phase where I believed nothing I write is any good except maybe the essays I write for school. Dark times, I'm telling you. But then I realized something: I have been bored ever since I stopped writing fanfictions. I rely too much on my phone for entertainment, and that's not getting me anywhere. So, I decided to start writing again. Please go easy on me: I'm open for suggestions and constructive criticism, but I tend to shy away from writing when too many reviews get rude and unpleasant.
Anyway, I got curious in the school idol thing after I watched Love Live!School Idol Project. I decided to try my hand at a story about idols. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I also do not any songs I place in this story. I am not trying to say I wrote any of them. I just like the songs.
Chapter one
Unknown POV
"And you're sure she's the girl?"
"I'm seventy five percent sure. No one has seen her in ten years; she could even be at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean by now."
"I don't need 'could be's or partial assurance! I want that wretched girl found now! If she is alive as my gut tells me…."
"I am aware of the consequences of such a confirmation. Do not fear, my lord. The girl will not see her eighteenth birthday."
"You better not fail me again." Click.
I sighed and dropped my phone to the ground, casually destroying the disposable. After ten years of searching for even the smallest trace of the only target to ever escape my clutches, I finally found a possible lead on the girl. The only thing to do now was confirm her identity and eliminate the threat to my lord's position. I shall not fail again.
~Sasuke POV~
I looked out the window blankly as Itachi pulled into the school parking lot. After a particular close call with a crazed fan, my older brother had decided to drive us to school instead of hiring a new chauffer. I didn't understand the need to even attend school anymore: we were already famous enough to get signed by any record company of our choosing. Not to mention we're all geniuses with a few exceptions. High school is just a waste.
"If the building hasn't burned down by now, I doubt your glare would accomplish the feat today," the other Uchiha said with amusement in his voice.
"Hn. I can still try," I grunted as I reluctantly got out of the car.
"Brighten up, otouto. Our cousins have decided to join us in school this year, so the frenzy will be more divided now."
"And in exchange, I have to put up with that nuisance we call Izuna. I don't know which is worse," I grumbled as we approached the school. I heard an amused chuckle and sighed; might as well get the morning annoyance over with.
The moment Itachi and I stepped into the school main hallway, we were surrounded by adoring and downright creepy fan girls. I ignored the throng as best as I could as I made my way to my locker at the end of the hall. I must find someone closer to the back entrance of the school willing to trade with me….
"When Itachi told me the crowd can get bad here, I didn't think he was serious," a familiar voice said behind me. "Then again, you've always been a little heartthrob, Itachi-chibi."
"Don't call me that," I growled low as I opened my locker. Itachi wordlessly held out a trashcan so that I could start dumping out boxes of chocolate and sweet-smelling envelopes. Ugh, I hate sweets.
"You know that only makes me want to call you that even more," Izuna Uchiha grinned. "Why are you wasting perfectly good chocolates?"
"Because even Nii-san's Barbie is tired of the stupid treats."
"I heard that, yeah." I snorted as the crowd parted enough to allow another member of the Akatsuki, Deidara Iwa, join my side. "And I still like the caramel chocolates."
"Take them," I mumbled, giving the blond three of the boxes.
"Is this a regular occurrence?" Izuna's older brother, Madara, asked.
"It's an everyday thing. It gets even worse on Valentine's Day," Itachi said with a smirk.
"Don't look so smug. Yours was even worse until the masses realized you were gay and in love with your overprotective Barbie."
"Oi!"
"Anyway, I thought the crowd was supposed to thin out even more because of these two. Don't tell me being famous school idols trumps out even Madara's appeal," I continued as if Deidara hadn't spoken up.
"Apparently our family ties only make the crowds worse," Izuna sighed. "I was almost tackled by someone who mistook me for you."
"Serves you right."
I smirked at the indignant sounds coming from my older cousin as I finally finished clearing my locker. As usual, at the very bottom, there was a preciously wrapped box. There was no name or card, but the orange wrapping paper with tiny kyuubis over it kind of gave away the sender. My heart sped up just a little as I opened the box to find a perfect, round tomato nestled in a dark blue cushion. It made my mouth water just a little, but I composed myself and pulled out my insulated lunch bag to carefully place it inside.
"Oh, you're keeping one of the gifts? Who's it from?" Madara asked curiously.
"None of your business," I muttered with a slight blush as I grabbed my supplies for my next two classes. I closed my locker and pushed past the steadily growing group of fan girls. Great, I'm going to be late at this rate.
"Itachi-chibi is blushing! I wonder who the lucky girl is. Or maybe guy. We all know you emulate Itach as much as you possibly can."
"Go away, dammit. I'm pretty sure I should be Izuna-free for the next three hours."
"Temper, temper. Alright, I'll leave you be for the time." I sighed as I walked with Deidara to our first class. We're the youngest members of the group, and we have mostly the same schedule. I'm glad for this because most fan girls think twice before sitting too close to the bomb maker.
"Sasuke-kun!" Though I wish those three were part of that 'most'.
I sighed as my desk was instantly surrounded by a redhead, a blond, and a pinkett. Karin, Ino, and Sakura are the leaders of my fan club, and it is nearly impossible to make them leave me alone. They seem to have an immunity to everything I throw at them to get them to leave me be.
"Sasuke-kun, why don't you sit next to me today? We could make out in secret in the back corner," Sakura suggested with what I guess was supposed to be a seductive smile.
"As if he would want to do that with you, Billboard Brow! Come sit with me, Sasuke," Ino put in, snapping in the beginning but letting her voice become softer towards me. I sighed as Deidara snickered next to me.
"Both of you are insane," Karin said as she took off her glasses. "Sasuke is mine, and you both know it."
"I belong to none of you, and I will not sit next to any of you," I finally cut in, knowing it was best to allow all three to say their part before interrupting them. "We go through this every day, and my answer has not changed. I am not interested in any of you annoying fan girls in this school or anywhere else. Get that through your thick skulls," I finished off in a growl.
"B-but…. Sasuke-kun…"
"The man has spoken, ladies. Go on and let me sit in my seat." My heart raced just a little at that voice. I managed to keep a blank face as the girls moved away to reveal a much sexier blond. Not that I would ever admit that to him. He would probably turn into one of my fans, then I would lose any bit of normalcy in this school.
Naruto Uzumaki grinned at me as he took his place to my left. It is close to impossible to miss him with his bright blond hair, bright blue eyes, orange attire, and loud mouth. But sometimes he manages to catch the fan girls off guard right when I blow them off. It helps with keeping them at bay.
"You need to work on your social skills, teme. If you're going to be a bastard to keep the girls off you, at least do so properly." I snorted.
"Hn, dobe."
"You're welcome."
I cracked a small smile, though it quickly vanished. Other than certain members of the Akatsuki, no one can understand what is dubbed as 'Uchiha talk' as well as Naruto can. Though that may have to do with how long he's known me. We've been friends ever since he forced his way into my life when we were six.
"So, when is this big back to school party everyone is talking about?" my best friend asked, leaning back in his seat.
"I told nii-san not to advertise that yet," I grumbled under my breath. "It's supposed to be this weekend. But my voice still hasn't fully recovered from our last concert, so I've been thinking of pushing it back another week."
"You don't think you're going to need surgery this time, do you?" Naruto asked with worry.
"Nah, the docs said he only strained his cords a little. He's just being paranoid because he doesn't want to lose his precious voice, yeah," Deidara finally spoke up.
"You will feel the same way too if every year your throat feels like it's protesting the very existence of your dream coming to life," I snapped.
And it was true. I don't know why Itachi nor Konan have the same problems as I do, considering they're the other two singers of the group. But every year, my vocal cords just suddenly strain to the point of pain in the middle of a concert. The doctors can't figure out the exact reason why this occurs so often only for my cords to return to normal a couple of weeks later. All we know is I'm lucky this hasn't stolen my voice completely by now.
"I would never feel your pain, yeah. I don't sing." I scowled at him and turned away from him.
"Hey, don't look so glum, teme. Maybe there is no serious medical solution to your problem. You're one of the three singers of the most popular school idol group in the world. You are just overexerting your voice to impress your brother."
"I told you to never say that in front of others," I hissed at him as Deidara laughed.
"Aww, Itachi-chibi wants to make his big brother proud! I told Sasori-dana you're just a big brother's boy, yeah!" His laughter became breathless after I elbowed him as hard as I could in the side. "You're only proving my words, yeah."
I grumbled under my breath and crossed my arms, sulking as the teacher walked into the school.
There you have it guys! The first chapter of Colliding Secrets. I've only done something like this once, and that was a flop. So, I'm kind of apprehensive about trying it again. But I'm going to make a serious attempt at it.
Reviews are greatly appreciated.
-RozaCourt
