Chapter: Three. :D
Author: parodee.
Type: Slash.
Rating: Mature - coarse language, older youth content, boy on boy.
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, and some others will appear here and there.
Time frame: They're all seventeen. Cliché, cliché, I know.
Disclaimer: Uzumaki Naruto and co. are copyright to Masashi Kishimoto.
Author's note: My apologies, friends, for taking such a very long time.
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Chapter Three.
Naruto wrinkled his nose. "Well, the whole acting part is easy," he said doubtfully, "but why don't they just tell us what play we have to do?"
"Not a whole play, Naruto, just a very important scene from a play or a musical," Sakura corrected, for about the seventh time, "And we're supposed to pick it."
Sasuke said nothing; just bobbed his head in assent.
Naruto puffed out his cheeks, furrowing his eyebrows and he began again.
"Okay, okay, let me get this straight."
Sakura and Sasuke waited patiently.
"We're in groups of three and one of us has to be a director, right?" The two others nodded in unison. "And… then the other two play the characters in whatever scene, and the director… directs." More nodding. "We can't decide on who we act as, because our plans might not fit in with the teachers' choices… because they decide who gets to be the director." More nodding. "Is… that all?"
A fleeting smile passed over Sasuke's face; he couldn't help but be amused at Naruto's naivety and stupidity. Cough; cough…
"That's all," he concluded.
Naruto shrugged. "So? What play are we doing?"
"Romeo and Juliet!" Sakura said excitedly, sitting up alertly, "Or, or, Anthony and Cleopatra, oh please we could do a beautiful love scene -"
"We don't know who the director will be," Sasuke interrupted hastily, mortified at the prospect that he might end up in a love scene with Naruto. Ugh, ugh, could you imagine that? Sasuke reaching up to the balcony, Naruto reaching down, soulfully saying, "Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?"
The exact same thought was going through Naruto's mind, and he nearly gagged.
(Funny how the two boys were jumping to that conclusion, isn't it?)
"Do we have to do a Shakespeare one?" Naruto complained, "I really don't like the whole 'thee' 'thou' 'thy' thing."
Sakura pursed her lips, looking a little disappointed that her idea hadn't been immediately pounced upon by the two boys – what was the matter with them, didn't they want to be in a love story, with the prospect of her as the beautiful maiden in distress? She didn't stop to think about what would happen if she were made director.
"We'd better pick soon, the dead line is next week, and once we've picked, we can't chance our choice."
Neither of the boys was looking too enthusiastic about picking or suggesting anything, so Sakura took matters into her own hand.
She grabbed a few stray leaves off the field, and turned her back on the boys, ripping one leaf in half and another into thirds, letting the ripped pieces fall back to the ground. When clutched in her hand, the leaves looked like they were whole and undamaged.
"Go on," she said to Sasuke (since Naruto was looking too confused), "Pick a leaf. If you choose the leaf that I ripped in half, then we're going with a love story. If you pick the leaf that I tore into thirds, we're going with a love story and a love scene. However," she carried on over Sasuke's protests, "If you happen to pick a leaf that isn't damaged – then we'll go back to the drawing board and start again."
She smiled innocently, and Sasuke glowered, reaching out to pluck a leaf from her hand.
He came away with a third of a leaf.
Naruto groaned.
Sakura's smile widened considerably.
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Two weeks later, they got the list that had the name of their group's director-to-be on it.
And then outraged screams of Naruto and Sasuke could be heard across the entire Academy.
/end.
Three guesses on who the director is. xD
