Hello! This is kunoichimirai with my first (published) fic…Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I'm only sayin' this once for the whole fic! Naruto and any of the songs included, unless otherwise specified, do not belong to me. Mirai and any other OCs do. On to the fic!
Warnings: NaruSasu, GaaOC, OOC Itachi and possibly Sasuke…rating for future content.
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Naruto Uzumaki loved his office door. It was sleek, stylish, and professional, but most importantly, it had Naruto Uzumaki: Professional Documentarian written in bold white letters on the frosted glass. Let's see those punks back home laugh at me now! He thought.
In truth, Naruto had a bit of an ego. But, he was a young, up-and-coming pro in the world of humdrum films, and he intended to spice things up a bit. After all, it just wouldn't be right if one day the name Uzumaki didn't cause everyone to bow down at his greatness or run away from his insanity. Whatever.
The doorbell rang, and Naruto raised his eyes to meet those of his secretary and life-long friend. Sakura Haruno was a pleasant woman of 18, with short, ragged pink hair, that, against all beliefs, was natural. Her pale green eyes were accentuated by her pale heart-shaped face and the maroon outfit that she loved to wear that consisted of a thigh-long dress with slits down the sides, and skin-tight teal shorts on underneath. Naruto had harbored a childish crush on her for the longest time, but realized after multiple servings of her infamous punch that Sakura was not he girl for him. So now, they were just close friends, and that was just fine with both of them.
Naruto smiled cheerfully at the pink-haired girl. "Ohayo, Sakura-chan!" he chirped.
Sakura smiled at Naruto in an older-sisterly way, despite her being three years his junior.
"Good morning, Naruto-kun," she replied quietly. "A job offer came in for you today."
Naruto perked up, and sat up slightly in his revolving chair. "Really? From who?"
Sakura glanced inside the manila folder that had just been dropped off on her desk.
"Um…Hatake Kakashi s requesting that you do a four-month documentary on his prodigy band, SIN."
Naruto thought for a moment.
"..No."
Sakura was slightly surprised. After all, Naruto loved his work, and usually he was always whining about how he didn't get enough work because of all the stupid TV companies had a monopoly on the filming business. So, for him to refuse work was a bit unexpected.
"Why not?"
Naruto stuck out his bottom lip in a show of obstinacy. "'Cuz. They're probably all jerks anyways, and I don't have to put up with that kind of crap."
Sakura sighed irritably. "Naruto, just because the last band you did a project on made fun of you, doesn't mean that they all will."
Naruto glared. "Oh yeah? Tell that to their friends and the people at the media company. They totally blew me off!"
Sakura frowned. It was true that the last time Naruto had ventured into a media tower, the results had not turned out so well. "But Naruto, Kakashi-san isn't like that. I've met him before, and he's very nice and polite-."
Naruto cut her off. 'Who cares? Just because he's okay, doesn't mean that the rest of the band will be so nice! I'm not taking the job, and that's final!"
Sakura was now slightly angry, but Naruto was too busy being stubborn to recognize the preemptive symptoms.
"Naruto, you will take that job offer. You will take it, and you will pretend to be happy even if you hate their guts. And, you will get me their autographs!"
Naruto blinked. "Say what?"
There was a photograph shoved into his face that featured four lithe, attractive teens. Sakura's face appeared alongside the photo.
"See this?" she demanded.
Naruto resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yes, he saw it, how could he not? It was shoved up to his face, after all.
"Yes, Sakura-chan, I see it. But your point would be…?"
"Well, they-," Sakura pointed at the band's guitarist and bassist, "-are the hottest things to have ever walked this planet! And," she continued sweetly, "-it would be really nice of you to dot his one little thing for me. Please, Naruto-kun?"
Naruto sighed. There was no resisting Sakura, with her evil, fangirlish ways.
"Fine, I'll go. But-," he warned, cutting off Sakura's squeal, "At the first sign of crap, I'm leaving alright?"
Sakura nodded happily, and Naruto sighed miserably as Sakura glomped him.
What have I gotten myself into this time?
As Naruto observed Sakura's frenzied efforts to contact all the right people, he realized that she had set this whole thing up. How else could it be that she already had the memoirs of the band ready, complete with marked pages, containing all the information he'd ever possibly need?
Defeated, he opened the black book, which had the band's swirling symbol on the front, to the first page and began reading.
Hello. My name is Uchiha Itachi, and I am the current guitarist for the band SIN. I have been elected (and betrayed by my own brother. Sasuke, how could you?) to write the 'memoirs' of our band, if this could even be called that. More like the ramblings of an admittedly disturbed band while the sanest one records their day-to-day activities…What joy.
Naruto had to admit, he was interested now, by this 'admittedly disturbed' band. He wanted to meet them, and see exactly how 'disturbed' they were.
"Sakura-chan?"
Sakura looked up. "Yes?"
Naruto gestured vaguely towards the book. "Could you tell me who's who?"
"Of course I can!" Sakura leaped forward, the ever-ready Polaroid already in her hand. "That-," she started, pointing at the black-haired boy on the far left, "-is Sasuke-kun, their bassist. He's 21. Next to him-," a pale, red-headed boy, "-is Gaara. He's the drummer,a nd currently 21 as well. She-," Sakura jabbed her finger at the smirking girl next to Gaara, "-is their lead vocal, Mirai Jaganshi. And next to her-," Sakura almost swooned, "-is Itachi Uchiha-kun, the guitarist. He's like, 26? So he's stillt he right age for me!" Naruto snorted Sakura glared at him.
"Hey! Mirai's only 18, and she and Gaara are definitely going to hook up!"
Naruto chuckled. "How do you know?"
"Because! They're perfect for each other. Just read the book." She finished, exasperated.
"Alright, alright, Sakura-chan," Naruto said, waving a hand in front of his face, "I'll read the book."
Sakura nodded and resumed her previous activity- that is, calling the manager, Hatake Kakashi.
Naruto further perused the book, and noted that most of it was written in a cold, analytical manner, with exception to the few chapters not written by Itachi. For example, written under the introduction was a last-minute paragraph submitted by Mirai.
Hey there, everyone! This is Mirai, and I'm sneaking this paragraph in at the last minute…can't let Itachi have all the fun, now can we? (By the way, don't tell him.) If we are disturbed, then it is by the circumstances observed that we are. For example! Itachi is not a morning person, and probably never will be! Why is that? I can only assume that some horrific incident occurred in his childhood that caused him to be so. How else could he name the couch 'Mr. Ducky' in one of his pre-coffee stupors? I rest my case. Onto the rest of the analysis!
Naruto sweat dropped. Well, that certainly was…random. It would be very interesting these next four months. Sakura was now chatting away on the phone. Naruto admired Kakashi's durability. Usually, Naruto always slipped into a comatose state after a minute of Sakura's chattering, but, somehow Kakashi-san had lasted ten minutes now, which was highly applaudable.
Turning to the first chapter, 'Sand', Naruto discovered that it had a rather scrap-booky feel to it. The chapter's cover page was a pale buff color, and on the right side stood Gaara.
His dark red hair contrasted sharply with the background, and his skin was milky-white. Dark lines encircled his pale green eyes, and Naruto couldn't tell whether it was from eyeliner of something else. The drummer was decked out in black, with chains and belts and steel grommets scattered over his entire ensemble. Naruto could imagine the silver shimmering in the harsh glare of stage lights, enticing the looker to come closer. But, as if to counteract his allure, there was a cold glare in his eye that clearly said 'Stay away.' All in all, his presence was that of something beautiful, and completely untamed.
To the left of Gaara there was a basic bio, written in a whispery, Arabian-type font. (AN: Due to the fact that my font choices are pathetic, please bear with me and imagine. Yes, use your imagination!)
Gaara Sabaku
Age:21
Birth date: January 11
Eyes: Green
Favorite music: Metal
Favorite foods: udon, watermelon
Way he takes his coffee: black
Hobbies: Gardening, reading
Quirks/Habits: Insomniac
Most likely to be seen: out in the backyard with a book and a pot of coffee
Naruto frowned thoughtfully. So maybe those dark lines were from sleep-deprivation. Naruto also had to admit though, it was hard to imagine this dangerous Goth rocker toughing it out with a weed.
Interest piqued, Naruto skipped over the chapter 'Sand', now really only interested in looking at the band members' profiles.
The next chapter was called 'Leaf', and it was printed on a bleached green background. Sasuke was leaning on the left side of the page, looking supremely uninterested. A navy-blue, wide collared shirt graced his lanky form, while a pair of white cargo pants hung off his hips in a way that could make every fan girl scream in ecstasy. His black hair was spiked in a way that reminded Naruto of those red things on top of a rooster's head. Sasuke's outfit was very simple, but highly effective. The slight smirk in Sasuke's eyes said that he knew what his drop-dead looks could do, and he intended to exploit every inch of it. Naruto didn't like that look. That look usually graced the features of egotistical bastards intent on seducing the world. Naruto would try to steer clear of him. The bio was written in an elegant cursive font that made Naruto suspect that it might have been handwritten.
Sasuke Uchiha
Age: 21
Birth date: April 29
Eyes: Black
Siblings: one older brother(Itachi Uchiha)
Goal: to excel over his older brother
Hobbies: painting
Favorite drink: milk
Hates: annoying and stupid people
Typical girl: smart, decent-looking, likes him for who he is
Most likely to be seen: in the kitchen, dunking Oreos into a tall glass of cold milk while making a sketch
Naruto snorted. Milk and cookies? This was too unbelievable. There was no way in hell that this enticer would actually drink milk and dunk Oreos like a five-year old. Naruto could understand his wanting a girl who liked him for who he was.
Must be tough finding a girl when you're a millionaire, Naruto mused.
"Hey, Naruto!" Sakura called.
"Yeah?" he responded, albeit, unenthusiastically.
"Pack your stuff today. Tomorrow you'll go to their concert, and then they'll take you home from there."
"Uh huh. Sure." Naruto murmured vaguely, focused on the book.
Sakura shook her head fondly. That was how she had been while reading the book as well. But if the blond didn't pack his stuff…oooh, there was going to be hell to pay…
After Sasuke's chapter was a chapter in which the cover page was entirely written in a slashy, bold font, as was usually fitting to a punk. 'Maverick' featured the vocalist, Mirai, sitting towards the bottom of the page with her legs in a v-shape in front of her. Her skin had a very pale tan that made her vivid green eyes seem all the brighter. Long, black hair cascaded over her arms, which held in front of her a wire-bound notebook and a twirling mechanical pencil. Hooked onto her belt was a green iPod-mini, and the earphones were securely positioned, apparently blasting music into her head. Her loose black shirt declared, 'You have the right the remain stupid. Everything you say can and will be ignored' and her long, slender legs were encased in fading blue jeans. An electric blue and black wristband clung to her left wrist, while her right sported several bracelets and a watch. Her eyes had a slightly mischievous look to them, and they hinted that she knew something you don't, and that it was something that you were going to wish that you had known.
Mirai Jaganshi
Age: 18
Birth date: June 18
Eyes: green
Hobbies: writing and cooking
Favorite foods: Ramen and oranges
Secret from Gaara: Sometimes, when he's not looking, I'll steal his coffee and drink it with milk and Looots of sugar. It tastes really good.
Best prank: One time, I dyed Sasuke's hair neon pink right before a big show! He had to re-dye it…and Itachi nearly killed me. Oh well!
Favorite color: green
Most likely to be seen: up in a tree or on the roof with her music, paper, and pencils
Naruto grinned. This Mirai seemed to be quite the prankster. Her body language claearly said that she didn't care what you did, as long as she still had her music and paper. Naruto glanced at Sakura, who was now talking to Ino, her best friend. Naruto had easily deduced this from the way Sakura's face had now turned red, undoubtedly from yelling insults at Ino, in between the gossip.
Shaking his head slightly, he wondered how Sakura and Ino could maintain a friendship that consisted almost entirely of insults and rivalry, but ten quickly wrote it off to being a 'thing' that they just did. Bah…women are so troublesome. The blonde turned to the last chapter, which was of Itachi Uchiha.
He was standing impassively on the right side of the crimson-red page, one hand lightly tugging away the black cloak with embroidered red clouds that was draped over the man.
Itachi's seemingly careless action revealed a pale white entity clad in fishnet and black clothing. His only ornament was a simple, childish necklace that rested lightly on his sharply defined collarbone. Naruto noted that the strange lines on Itachi's face and his red eyes made him look mysterious and deadly, rather than stuid, as it would have on anyone else. His long, black hair was tied into a low ponytail, which added to his rather effeminate beauty. The script was heavily-outlined, and reminded one of the old-fashioned manuscripts handwritten by monks. The same, elaborate, intricate detail was there.(Once again, use your imagination. Or not.)
Itachi Uchiha
Age: 26
Birth date: January 1
Hobbies: knitting
Eyes: black(red contacts)
Favorite meal: Salmon-tempura bento served with green tea and the complimentary mint.
Favorite season: winter
Most precious possession: the necklace given to him by Sasuke
Most likely to be seen: watching movies in a dark room and knitting at the same time
Naruto quirked an eyebrow. Apparently, weird hobbies ran in the family. Honestly, knitting? That was an old-lady thing to do, when the only things that can move are your bony hands and slowly beating heart! Not when other peoples' secretaries are drooling over you! No! Naruto shook his head. Maybe Mirai was right, and there was some sort of horrific incident in his past. No matter! He, Uzumaki Naruto, would get under their masks, and find the source for all this weirdness! After all, that was the only way to get a good documentary, wasn't it?
AN: So, how did you like it? Review would be greatly appreciated.
Btw, no offense meant against old ladies. My grandma is an old lady, and I love her dearly.
Umm…don't bug me too much about updating. I'm trying to curn them out as fast as possible, ya know? This hasn't even been beta-ed yet! Moving on…
I hope you liked their profiles.