Like A Rockstar
by: ohwhatsherface

1. Best Of Both Worlds

August 7

Diary,

This is officially like, the coolest mission that could ever be assigned in the history of ninjas.

Seriously.

How awesome is this?!

I GET TO POSE AS AYAME NADAKAI!

So I’m sure you’re wondering who the hell Ayame Nadakai is and why posing as her would make me feel so happy. Well shall I begin with some basic facts on this woman who is only about three or four years older than me?

I shall.

- she is a fake pink (unlike yours truly)
- she has a renowned (therefore awesome) shoe collection
- she is the crush of a fair amount of men (oh my gosh FANBOYS!)
- she just released her second album last month which is still in the top tens
- and she is freaking famous (FAMOUS!)

See, her manager came to Tsunade-shishou a yesterday to ask for her best people to play bodyguards to Ayame, but when I accidentally came into the room and the manager (this short, bald but totally adorable old guy) saw me, he got a better idea.

Leading to now.

I GET TO POSE AS AYAME NADAKAI!

Apparently, she is in danger from some psycho stalker. She refuses to come out and perform, and her manager (well he has a name. I don’t know it though. We’ll call him baldy, for now)—Baldy, thought that if he got her shinobi as her bodyguards, she’d feel better about doing her concerts, but he decided it would be better to just have a kunoichi pretend to be her.

(So that she could go and work on her third album, I guess.)

BUT THAT MATTERS UM, NOT!

BECAUSE I GET TO BE AYAME NADAKAI!

I GET TO BE A FREAKING ROCKSTAR!

Boo.

Freaking.

Yeah.

Going out,
Sakura-chan

August 7 (yes, AGAIN. It’s the evening now, OKAY?!)

DIARY,

TIS OFFICIAL.

I DID SOMETHING TO PISS OFF TSUNADE-SHISHOU!

She is putting Naruto and Sasuke-kun on the mission.

Why, Diary?!

Why would she do this to me?

WHY?!

I WAS SO FREAKING STOKED, TOO!

But no.

Now I have to go with Dumb and Dumber.

Or well no. Sasuke-kun isn’t really dumb. I mean sure, he’s abnormally dense. Like this level of denseness (or is it density…?) can not be healthy.

They’re more like Hottie and Dumber, as lame as that may sound. And duh, obviously, Hottie equals Sasuke-kun. If you didn’t figure that out Diary, then you obviously have not been paying attention to my ranting over the boy since I got you on my thirteenth birthday, which was like, what, two years ago?

But back to what actually matters—

DIARY WHY?!

If those two are there with me then it won’t be as awesome. Naruto is gonna give us away because he’s Naruto and Sasuke-kun is so gonna be all Mr. Oh-Hey-Look-There’s-A-Stick-Up-My-Ass-Cool-Yeah-Kay-Thanks about everything!

I never got in the way of his dream (although this isn’t really my dream. Okay that was a lie. Being rich and famous with awesome shoes and tons of fanboys is very appealing, okay?!), no matter how psychotic it was (okay, well maybe a FEW times, but I STOPPED), so why is he going to thwart mine?!

TIS OFFICIAL.

(Yes, I know I wrote that earlier…)

Sasuke-kun’s clan is so not getting restored and Naruto shall never become the Hokage!

CHA!

Um, not fantasizing about being Mrs. Uchiha,
Sakura HARUNO

August 7 (or 8, I’m not really sure. It’s too dark to tell what time it is…)

Diary,

We’re leaving for our so-called mission tomorrow morning.

Me, Naruto, Sasuke-kun and Baldy.

Like, why?

I mean, I had plans!

PLANS!

I was gonna flirt with the bajillion guys who were gonna throw themselves at me and try on every single piece of designer clothing I supposedly own and ditto with the shoes and get to sing my heart out regardless of how bad I probably sound and…

And…

Damnit, Diary!

I was gonna have my cake and eat it!

I WAS GONNA DO BOTH!

BOTH!

No one ever gets to do both! I was gonna be the first!

But now Sasuke-kun is gonna monitor me and reprimand me whenever I do something relatively stupid.

Examples:

- pretending to be a diva
- even though that would just be helping the mission
- demanding a gallon of cookies and cream ice cream after a concert
- going on a shopping spree
- raiding Ayame’s shoe closet
- and putting on everything in said closet
- singing, in general

He is not gonna let me have fun.

Naruto, on the other hand, will just be Naruto.

And that’s okay because he’s…

Well he’s Naruto.

(Therefore, um, not exactly the sharpest kunai in the pouch, if you get what I’m saying…)

UGH.

DIARY!

This mission better be fun!

Somewhat agitated,
Sakura

August 8

So we traveled today.

Baldy isn’t so bad, I guess.

He says that I’m a very good singer and that if I ever want to give up being a kunoichi, I should do business with him. Apparently he can make me a ‘star’ (which um, in turn, would give me the three awesome ‘F’s: fame, fortune and fanboys. Oh, and freaking amazing shoes). The offer was (freakishly, very, very) tempting, but I of course said no.

But really!

I enjoy saving people’s lives more than singing in the shower.

And I like Naruto and Sai and Sasuke-kun better than a bunch of strange stalker-ish fanboys.

And I like having fame as a renowned medic over fame as some demanding diva.

And I like my quaint, adorable and homey apartment though a mansion sounds appealing.

(I’LL GET ONE WHEN I MARRY SASU-CHAN, YEAH?!)

And I like my…

No.

I think the only part that sounds very much alluring is the shoes.

Totally the shoes.

Shoes…

SHOES!

Shoe-loving,
She who won’t become a star

Diary,

Another official fact: Ayame Nadakai is a friggin’ bitch.

But she’s a famous pop star, so was I supposed to expect that?

And her hair?

No.

Like no.

She makes pinkies look bad.

Just NO!

And she had the nerve to hit on both Sasuke-kun (which I guess was pretty expected) and Naruto, and then just ignore me.

Like she ignored me! The one who is busy pretending to be her, hence taking the freaking risk factor off of her and putting them on me, is she who is being ignored!

NO, FREAKING NO, BITCH!

And she hit on Sasuke-kun!

SHE HIT ON MY (far into the) FUTURE HUSBAND!

NO!

This mission has so totally freaking lost its coolness.

UGH!

Severely pissed off,
Ayame Nadakai but NOT REALLY

Random name for the pop star, kay?