Famous

Kakashi wasn't one to care much about the casts' personal lives. He could care less what was going on with Karin's cellulite or Naruto's ramen, even Neji's boughs on fate were monotonous and boring at this point. Sure, all of their personalities fit the roles in their twist on Shakespeare, but when it all got down to the get down, that was the point. Who better to act out the character than the character themselves?

The so-called Pervert Jr. knew his clientele so well. He didn't take his job lightly and spent hours with the people that he thought could handle the leading role, and fit it to a T.

He knew Naruto would be great at portraying Romeo's best friend, Mercutio, since he was the hotheaded teen. He embodied him wholly, and, well, Naruto was that kid everyone would either instantly love or find inexplicitly annoying. That's what Kakashi wanted. That's what the play needed.

When he saw Neji, he saw Tybalt. Slow to anger but quick to become violent, polite, proper, raised by royalty itself, even in real life.

Hinata, his cousin, would be a great nurse to Karin's Juliet. She was quiet, but still had that air of royalty to herself, which was only expected of someone who had raised someone as famed as Juliet. However, she never over-crossed her boundaries, for she was still lesser, and, though that was something poor to find in a person, Hinata did have it. She possessed the extreme humility of a servant.

Kakashi had thought that he found the perfect Romeo in Uchiha Sasuke.

Then he got himself in some deep shit and Pervert Jr. forgot to pack everyone shovels. There was no way they were going to get out of this.

A lone, mysterious, slate eye rolled over to the seventeen year old sprawled on the couch. He had his head rested on his hand, the exact picture of aloofness, the I-Don't-See-The-Point aura spewing out of him in waves.

Finally, Sasuke noticed the eye staring at him expectantly.

"So she dances in her underwear," he stated, glancing shortly at the casting director before sending his eyes to the interesting screenshot that he had chosen to pause on. He inhaled slowly, "I don't even know her."

Kakashi let his lips split into a grin, "You do now, sir. TMZ says you guys met last year at a high school dance—"

"Bullshit."

"—you hit it off, and, with your busy schedule, she never saw you since, no contact. Meeting you last Friday at the preview resurfaced emotions."

Sasuke scoffed, and stood abruptly. He ran a hand through his midnight black hair, so black that the highlights shone blue, silky smooth, so perfect that Axe had contacted him on more than one occasion. He scratched his scalp as he studied the proportions of what a mess that stupid girl had gotten him into with the matter of one simple question. "That's bull," Sasuke repeated, sinking back on the couch.

His eyes landed on the rosette, eyebrows scrunching. Who dances in their underwear? In boys' underwear? "She's a freak," he muttered, glaring at Kakashi. "I was just getting her extra credit."

He immediately regretted his words, the second the pervert coughed out a squeamish giggle, it ringing throughout his trailer.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and reached over Kakashi, turned off the TV.

This was ridiculous.

"Bastard."

"Dobe."

Sasuke lifted his eyes from his script, in the process of going over the lines of the scene that they were to film today, black, thin-rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose. Dozens of beauticians danced in a frenzy around him, brushing blush and foundation over imperfections that didn't exist, trying to add some color to his pale skin, attempting to make his jaw appear even more defined. A woman was currently hacking away at his head, mindset on taming the rebellious spikes in the back of his head. If she would listen to him, she would wet it, blow dry, then flat iron, and the duck's ass would go away.

However, beauticians are divas and they all, apparently, know what they're doing. Therefore, Sasuke shut up and ignored their requests to remove his glasses, turn this way, or hold his head that way. He could be just as bad as they were if he wanted.

Naruto plopped a magazine with the pink haired girl on the cover, green eyes shining under the flashing lights of the paparazzi. Her strawberry lip-gloss glistened, and made her already full lips appear thicker. Maybe that was the point. Or maybe it wasn't. The picture could've been edited. Sasuke roamed over the heading and sighed heavily, throwing it back at Naruto.

His blonde best friend erupted into a series of giggles, "That's golden, teme! How do you not see that as hilarious?"

Sasuke stared at him levelly, obsidian eyes like knives.

"Okay, whatever, it's funny to me," he pulled Neji's empty make up chair over, flipped it backwards, and sat next to Sasuke, arms folded over the head of the chair. He continued, "Karin hasn't seen it yet. That'll be the real funny part."

Sasuke jumped and glared at his hair stylist when she pulled his locks roughly. She glared back, but relented on her grip. He piqued a single eyebrow, a smirk lifting a corner of his mouth, "That'd be funny. Imagine what Sui would say."

Naruto doubled over, slapping his knee. "Oh my god, yes!" He lowered his voice contorting his face, "'Looks like someone's finally taking you out of this, Karin-boo.'," he laughed. "'Finally bringing in some eye candy. I mean, didn't they say Juliet was beautiful?'"

Sasuke chuckled, rolling his eyes.

Karin wasn't as bad as everyone was making her out to be. Sure, she was a terrible cast mate, as annoying and bratty as they came, but she could act and, especially when they were doing scenes by themselves, Sasuke actually thought they were in midcentury Verona.

"You think Kaka will bring her in?" Naruto asked honestly, earnestly. "She's hot, dude; if she can't act, she could at least have some minor thing, right?"

Sasuke shrugged, glancing at the pretty girl on the cover, eyes wide with shock and mouth in a startled smile. He grabbed the magazine out of Naruto's hand again and grazed a thumb over the smooth print paper. So many questions popped up in his mind. What if Kakashi did bring her in? There was already gossip about the two of them being an item based on their short, uneventful—at least he thought it was meaningless—interchange. People already thought he had better chemistry with her, a stranger, than with Karin.

What if she did take the redhead's spot?

He shook his head, shrugging again, "Maybe, dobe."

Sakura hopped in Ino's yellow BMW bug, snapping her seatbelt while grabbing the rearview. Her eyes zoomed to the middle of her forehead.

It looked like she had caked on icing atop a red velvet cake.

She pouted, "I can't go out like this."

Her rosy eyebrows dipped, hoping she could get Ino to see things her way before she just decided to open her garage door and zoom out without care. She was practically famous right now, and, not just any type of famous. She was Uchiha Sasuke's girlfriend famous. Ino put her key in the ignition, the car roaring to life.

"Why not?" She asked, turning the mirror toward herself. "My windows are tinted and this isn't even your car. Grab my glasses, throw them on, and," she twisted her back, rummage through the mess in the rear seat.

She resurfaced with a silken purple scarf. "Cover your hair with this. If those sneaky bastards manage a picture, there's no way they can prove it's you. Besides," Ino added, backing out of the garage slowly, "they're all by your bedroom window trying to catch you doing something else weird."

Sakura wrapped the scarf around her head and stuck out her tongue.

"You're just jealous!"

A/N:Yep. Sorry. An actual chapter. Hahaha. I had to get the plot a little bit; I hope I still have you guys? They say third chapters always get the worst acknowledgement. I hope that's not true!

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(BTW, since it is almost the holidays, the next chapter might take a little while to come out. I hope you all enjoy your holidays and don't miss this story too much! Hahaha, I kid, I kid.)