Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Naruto characters.
"Having trouble finding your career path? Have you ever wanted to be a model? Do you ever feel like you're the only beautiful person in a crowd? Than modeling is the perfect career for you! All you have to do is call toll free 1-800-384-4835..." a blond and busty woman said as she motioned to the number that was currently flashing on the television screen.
"I can't believe that people would actually sign up for something like that. It's such a reward-less, demeaning, superficial way of advertising yourself. Besides, it can't even be that hard; I mean, you just have to pose for a few pictures." a dirty blond with tan skin said disgustedly.
"That's not fair, what models do is very hard work and takes a lot of talent." a brunette with brown eyes, tan skin, and distinct purple tattoos on his face retorted appreciatively as he eyed the woman in the commercial.
"Oh, shut it Kankurou." the blond rolled her eyes and threw a balled up piece of paper at him.
"Temari." a redhead with the Japanese character for Love tattooed on his forehead warned, his vivid blue eyes locking with her dark teal ones.
"If you think it's so easy the you should do it, Temari." Kankurou retorted.
"No thanks, dear brother. I'm not so interested in that stuff, if you hadn't noticed already. Besides, I'm not exactly hyped about becoming some anorexic bimbo. Yeah and besides, I don't think that I'm really cut-out for the high-fashion world of push-up bras and six-inch stilettos." she replied sarcastically, pointing to her current attire that consisted of faded jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and bright-red high-tops.
"Yeah, you're right. I mean, you couldn't even really pull it off. I mean really, can you see yourself getting all dressed up and stuff. It'd be hysterical to see, though." Kankurou added, giving a thoughtful look.
"I could pull it off!" Temari insisted.
"Uh-huh, yeah I could definitely picture you as a model." Kankurou replied sarcastically, giving a small chuckle.
"I could!" Temari fumed, throwing a pillow at him.
"Sorry sis, but you couldn't pull of being a model even if the job were handed to you on a silver platter." he guffawed.
"Is that a bet, Kanky? 'Cause if it is, well then you know that I'd win." she stated triumphantly.
"Yeah. Yeah it is. Gaara, you in?" he asked as he threw down a twenty.
"Fine. But I'm with Temari on this." Gaara replied.
"What? Betray your own brother? THat hurts. That hurts right here." Kankurou continued, while jabbing his chest.
"...do you want to boost your self-esteem? If you've answered yes to three or more of these important questions then call toll free 1-800-384-4835 for the details!! We will supply you with nearly all the money for the internship! Just pick up the phone and call the number below!" the blond woman said as photos of the internships' "success stories" bombarded the screen. A dark-haired girl with light violet eyes stared wide-eyed at her T.V, quickly scribbling down the number on her hand.
"Hinata-san, what are you writing down?" a dark-haired man that looked uncannily like the girl asked as he walked by, stopping and eyeing her suspiciously.
"U-um nothing N-neji. N-nothing at all." she timidly replied, wincing at her attempt at a lie. Neji looked at her skeptically but walked away.
"Oh, I almost forgot, Hiashi wants to speak with you when you are free." Neji added as he backtracked and re-appeared at her door-frame. Hinata winced at the thought of how her last discussion with her father went, gave Neji a forced smile and thanked him for telling her. She ran down the stairs and knocked at her fathers' office, closing her eyes and preparing for the worst.
"Come in." a deep voice instructed.
"W-what do you n-need of m-me f-father?" she asked, stuttering at nearly every word.
"What have I told you about that little stuttering habit of your Hinata? We are Hyugas, we hold ourselves with pride." he chastised, clenching his fist in annoyance.
"Sorry, father. It shall not happen again." Hinata replied, staring at the floor and making sure she didn't stutter.
"Very well, it will be overlooked. However, I wanted to speak to you about your college options. Now, I know that you still haven't surpassed Hanabi according to your grades so, unless you somehow find a college that will accept you, I have signed you up for Konoha City College. You are dismissed." Hiashi continued, swiveling his chair so he no longer faced her.
Hinata, looking dumbstruck, simply nodded her head and walked out of the office. She ran to her room and shut the door. I don't need father to boss me around! Maybe I should get away. Getting that internship sure would be nice...
"Ow! Tenten! I give, I give!" a dark-haired man who was clad in green yelped, grabbing his hand in pain.
"See, Lee, now that I've beat you in arm wrestling I get a total of fifty bucks! Ha, you shouldn't have thought that I couldn't beat you in five sports!" Tenten, a brown-eyed brunette with her hair put up in two buns, gloated as she stuffed her newly-earned money in her pants-pocket. She grabbed the mans' arm, pulled him up from the chair, and patted him on the back.
"Tenten, you're not like other girls." Lee panted.
"Lee, how could you say something like that? I could be an actress or even a model." Tenten said dramatically in a high-pitched voice, twirling a loose strand of hair around her finger and batting her eyelashes.
"Hey Tenten...I have another bet for you." he suggested slyly.
"Shoot. But bets haven't really been going that well for you, I mean when we tried to see who could eat more pies, who could eat hotdogs the fastest, who could out-drink the other, who cou-"
"I get it. But this is a good one. Just listen. I've heard of this modeling agency that is taking people for internships for only an entrance fee of one-hundred and fifty dollars!" Lee said excitedly.
"You know that I was kidding right? Besides I can't be a model, and where would we get the money huh?" Tenten replied doubtfully.
"Well...I'd loan you the money, besides are you one to turn down a bet? Because if you are well you'll regret it for the, rest of your life. Let me say that again; the rest of your li-" he continued, only to be stopped once Tenten hit him on the back of his head.
"Only if you triple the previous bet...to one-fifty. Then I could audition for free." she grumbled, ordering a sake before she could change her mind.
"Deal." he replied happily, shaking her hand and handing over one-hundred-fifty dollars.
"Have you ever wanted to be a model? Do you ever feel like you're the only beautiful person in a crowd? Then modeling is the perfect career for you! All you have to do is call toll free 1-800-384-4835..." the blond continued as she animatedly described her experience at the internship.
"Sakura, you should call!" a blue-eyed blonde said excitedly to a pink-haired, green-eyed girl that was about her age.
"I don't know Ino, I don't think so. I mean I already have a job at 66 Cafe with you, I make a good pay, I'm heading on the right track. I mean I'm set-wait, this would be the perfect opportunity for you!" Sakura said excitedly.
"Well...I guess it is a pretty good idea-but you'd have to sign up with me." Ino replied, giving a devilish smile.
"Fine, but don't be surprised when you're given a callback and I'm stuck working at the 66 Cafe." Sakura replied as she grabbed her sidekick and began rapidly dialing the number.
Author's Note: And I'm at it again! Seriously, this is the third time that I've re-edited this story. Although, I think that this is the final time! I hope you like the story and it'd mean a lot if you would review! Thanks for taking the time to read this story!