ME: It might seem like I finished the second chapter really fast, but that's because the Internet on my laptop isn't working, so I can't, like, upload the thing. So, this whole time, I have been writing this story.
DISCLAIMER: Does anyone ever get sick of this? I mean, come on. I do NOT own Naruto. I assure you, it's quite obvious.
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Just Breathe: Chapter 2
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"KIBA!!!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
Oh my god. Freakin' shut the hell up! A girl is trying to get her freakin' rest here! How long does it take for the freakin' judges to just freakin' accept or deny? FAOD! Jesus.
"Next. Number 613." OMFG.
It is 3 in the freakin' morning! I have been here since freakin' noon! My number is freakin' 802! And, I can't freakin' fall asleep! They keep freakin' screaming! This dude better be freakin' Apollo for them to be this freakin' excited! If not, I will freakin' rip his head off and toss it into the freakin' crowd of freakin' girls! Freakin' Jesus!
Kiba's POV
Shut up! Stupid girls. No! I don't want to see your naked body! Stop stripteasing! I am freakin' leavin'! Freakin' Jesus!
End of Kiba's POV
"Number 802. Number 802! This is the last call!"
"Holy crap, that's me!" I rush to my feet, and run a hand through my long, sleek hair. I pick up my guitar, and enter the room. The light shocks me, as the hallways outside are dark.
"Are you number 802?" asks a judge, dismissively. I feel a sudden rush of anger, but don't really respond because of my half-awake state.
"Excuse me?! ARE YOU NUMBER 802?" asks the judge, again.
"Oh! Yeah. Yes, I am. Number 802. Yeah, that's me." I reply.
The five judges regard me. My bubble-gum pink hair is not a bad feature, it's just kind of…unique. My choice of clothes; not too shabby, but it depends on my state of poverty, which is very low considering my loss of parents. My figure; quite stunning, actually. I am VERY hot.
"Okay. We say that you pass." Say the judges, in unison.
"Um. Excuse me? I pass? I haven't even done anything, yet." I say, startled. I haven't even freakin' done anything yet!
They ignore me, they turn towards themselves, and discuss me. I think that they are a little annoyed by my snappiness. Hey! You don't make a girl sit outside for more than 15 hours, and then call her in and decide in 15 seconds!
"Um. Excuse me, where is Mr. uh…Kika?" I ask curiously. I mean, isn't he supposed to decide who to pick?
"Oh, he got bored a long time ago and left." What? What the hell kind of actor is that?
But, I can't say that, so instead, I say, "So, am I in?"
"Young lady, there are a few more trials that you will have to go through." Answer the judges, again in unison. What is with the unison?
"Oh. What is the next one?" I ask.
"Now, all of the qualifiers will be asked to go to Italy. There, you will be asked to model clothes and yourself. You will have to follow the prompt, though. If we ask you to act sexy, don't act cute. And, vice versa." They say. In unison.
"Will I have to pay for the tickets by myself?" I ask, curiously. I mean, if I have to pay for them, I am NOT going. I can't afford that.
"Oh, of course!" They all say, seemingly offended by my question.
"Oh, OK." I say, nodding. Well, where are the tickets?
They seem to read my mind, "Here. Be at the Konoha Airport by 4 in the morning."
"What?!" I yell. 3 in the morning? Are you freakin' joking me?
"Oh. Also, because you seem to be the calmest, and the least likely to jump Kiba, you will be sitting right next to him." They all say.
Ugh. This guy better be nice. If he hits on me or any other freakin' way to get me pissed, I will slap his face until he ends up with the cavemen!
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The End
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NOTE: Yes, freakin' is her favorite word. Please, R&R. Hey Pretzel!