Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Konoha's Got Talent! ❯ Preparing ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Ritatzu:// Woo, I'm back! =D I finally put together the beginning of a new fanfiction series. Nothing much to say here, `cept enjoy. ^^

Disclaimer: Ritatzu does not own any part of Naruto, or any of the songs. She just changed the lyrics---a little bit. -shifty glance-

Silver beams of light swung across a platform, pausing every now and then to highlight something. Then a fleshy smack! could be heard, along with an irritated snap. The purple background flashed to blue, then orange, then that color not quite red, and not quite green, kind of like sepia-ish. Umino Iruka scribbled down something on his blue-lined notepad, then barked out, “Somebody get the lighting effect right!”

People rushed to and fro, balancing square cardboard boxes on their knees and swearing profusely. Yamanaka Ino sprinted by, wearing a stylish half-jacket, designer jeans and a sneer.

Backstage in his very own dressing room, Uzumaki Naruto squeezed into a shiny black tuxedo, complete with tailcoat and all. His flawless features were immaculate; not a bit of his tan skin showed through the white face powder. His clothing was sound, and his beautiful face was perfectly molded. Naruto spritzed a bit of cologne on his neck, fanned out his perfectly spiked hair and then grinned a glistening grin.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, patting his “perfect” chiseled, delicate face and smirking smugly. “Naruto, you're a handsome devil!”

Right next door, Uchiha Sasuke tried his best to comb his bangs back to no avail; they kept springing back into his eyes and cast a blurry shadow in his view. The white shirt underneath his tux' itched horribly, and the tux itself was way too big for him. Besides---too much black and stereotypic people will label you “goth”.

All Sasuke wanted to do was criticize the crap the participators flung at them. Make `em feel so bad, they ain't comin' back no more to be commented on their damn nothing.

“Perfect,” he said to himself, and smiled in a strained way as he admired the slick effect. Then his bangs flailed back into position, flopping limply into his eyes.

Down the hall from the two gentlemen, Haruno Sakura perfected her glittery black dress than spun around her long, elegant legs gracefully. She held up her hair in a refined ponytail, and then pulled a thin stick of silver lip gloss carefully across her lips. Sakura smiled, showing off her gleaming white teeth.

“I'm ready to hear all the great music the contestants are going to give!” she proclaimed, spinning around to admire the rippling effect on the dress. “It's going to be great!”

As the three of them freshened their looks, Hatake Kakashi strolled down the corridor, looking as normal as ever, if his hair didn't look less grey.

“Yo,” he called out loudly. “It's almost time to start.”

Suddenly, the three doors with a shiny gold star flew open, revealing a bright red face.

“I need to put on pants!” Naruto roared.

“I need to brush back my hair!” Sasuke bellowed.

“I need to freshen my makeup!” Sakura screamed.

“Me too,” Naruto said quietly as he and the others slunk back into their rooms.

Kakashi chuckled heartily just as Iruka sauntered by, an amplifier in his grasp.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he shrieked through the tubular phone. “GET READY, FOR GOD'S SAKE!! THE SHOW'S ABOUT TO START!!!”

“In fifteen minutes,” Kakashi corrected, laughing freely and drawing a confused look on Iruka's face. “Gosh; you didn't hear what I was saying to the others, did you?”

“Sure I did,” Iruka said softly, the amp in his hands dropping to his side.

“You sure are naive,” Kakashi affirmed, then laughed again, sobering the look on Iruka's face.

Five minutes later, Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura tumbled into the studio, a pink rose stuffed hastily into their hair. Kakashi laughed in a muffled manner, as if half-heartedly trying to restrain his amusement. Then he inclined his head, showing off a carnation sticking awry from his hair, almost cartoon-like. The four of them rolled with laughter, and then made quick work of the hallway.

Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura made their way into the judges' stands. The sleek purple stands glowed steadily in the dim light.

“Sweet,” said Naruto, patting his velvet-covered seat. “Fit for a judge. Almost like in Jeopardy!”

Quickly, they landed in their seats, and pulled composed faces.

“You look more like an eighty year old,” Naruto remarked toward Sasuke. Sakura laughed despite the sixteen-year old's dark glower.

The silver beams gradually ceased swaying, and focused its soft light onto the stage. Naruto's face blazed. Sasuke scowled. Sakura smiled weakly.

Kakashi stumbled out behind them, and to the three younger ninja's great glee, he was wearing a tight tuxedo, complete with the disgusting eu de toilet water.

“7:58,” he murmured, slipping back his sleeve to glance at a golden watch. “Time to start, I believe.”

Naruto threw a sideways gaze toward Sasuke and Sakura. “Why does he get a watch, and we get nothing?” he hissed furiously.

Sakura and Sakura could only shrug nonchalantly; Kakashi was still standing behind them.

As they were standing there, the crowd was continuously growing: that one dude from Ichiraku; ANBU members, animal mask and all; non-ninja and old people galore. Naruto smirked as Akimichi Choji rolled by, his stomach bulging from his tight black pants. Sasuke smirked as Ino tripped over the hem of her designer jeans. Sakura smirked as she found out that Kakashi was wearing his leather “punk” jacket backwards.

The beam of light swayed to a stop. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura gasped. Then Kakashi crawled onstage….