A/N: I'm obsessed with truth, lies, partial lies, misinformation, and of course, liars. (If you haven't noticed from my oneshots, Pinocchio, The Red Tape.) So here's another piece, if you're into that. [Part of the Deceit Chronicles]
Chapter 1 out of 3
Summary: It takes a talk show for you to find out what's going on under your own roof. Sad, but that's what happens when the lies pile up to the ceiling. SasuNaru.
Warning; Mature Content—may contain items that you are not fond of. Caution is advised.
You have been warned... About their ghettoness ;D
Checks and Balances
The talk show host, Tony Devereux, a tall, lanky man stood in the first set of staircases near the stage with a rampant crowd behind him. He sorted through his cue cards, waiting for the camera to focus on his likeness in order for him to begin the taping of his brand new hour long episode of his dramatic talk show. Today's episode was promised to be a gem.
Numerous girls fixed their barrettes, pony tails, and combed through various hair styles as the countdown clock neared its last second. They didn't want the camera veering over them while they weren't at their best. They wanted to look flattering even when their mouths hung open and their eyes bulged out of their heads by the antics of the guests on stage. No way were they going to be a slight adjustment away from looking fabulous.
Everyone settled comfortably in the black leather studio chairs, still inspecting the new studio room and the auspicious shades of lilac and dusky tan walls surrounding the maroon carpeted stage. Relaxing colors for chaotic situations.
Gladly, Tony cleared his throat, and swiping his hand though his pale blond hair, he read from the teleprompter in a rich Wales accent.
The clapping abruptly ceased as he began.
"Today on the Tony Devereux show, our guest suspects her boyfriend is cheating on her but not just with any old bloke." The serious glare reflecting from his light eyes caused the front row to suspect something more outrageous than it first sounded. There were a many shows about the boyfriend cheating: prostitutes, strippers, sisters… But something told them it was worse than that. "She suspects the culprit is her male best friend of 3 years."
The audience gasped and gave low shocked noises.
"Everyone, welcome Sakura." The camera changed the angle to the young female sitting in the chair on the stage.
They clapped and cheered at the slender, pink haired woman, dressed in a mini-black number her pale legs snuggly crossed, complete with four inch heels. Her brilliant seafoam eyes smiled to the onlookers as nervously twirled her lengthy cotton candy locks.
Hazel eyes grazed the talk show branded index cards. "Hello Sakura. How are you?"
"I'm fine Tony, and you?" She grinned, apparently enjoying the publicity.
"Quite excellent. Thank you for asking. Now, tell me Sakura, what brings you here today besides from the obvious?" He looked up.
"I'm here to find out what exactly is going on between my boyfriend and my best friend," She suddenly changed, her happiness fading. She even sat up straighter; as she strangled the wooden chair arms with a vice grip.
"Alright. What exactly do you believe is going on?" He asked, flipping to the next card, happy the crowd was silent before things became hectic.
"I think they're fooling around behind my back—without a doubt," She said with assurance.
"What series of events have led you to this conclusion?" Tony asked confused.
"They're always together. I never even get to see my own boyfriend anymore because he spends more time with my best friend then me." She rolled her eyes at the thought. Unknowingly she could feel her anger rising all over again. She repeatedly told herself to not lash out. She remembered the host was not the enemy here as she inhaled and exhaled, slowly.
"But he's your best friend. Shouldn't he be the last person you should be accusing of cheating with your boyfriend?"
"I've already given him the benefit of the doubt too many times. I can't excuse his over friendliness anymore."
"Okay, but what about your boyfriend? He's not a homosexual, is he?" He critically questioned.
Sakura unconsciously scowled at the question. "I don't what he is." Laughter bounced off the studio walls. "He has a lack of sexuality that's for sure. He's never called me beautiful or ever complimented me on my clothes or even attempted to engage with sex with me."
"Okay, his sexuality seems ambiguous but what about your best friend? Is he gay?"
"No, he doesn't label himself as gay."
"I see. So they both have the ability to be attracted one another without any barriers?"
"Potentially. And it seems that's exactly what's happened." She fisted her hands, unknotted them, and fisted them again.
"Alright. And how old are you, Sakura?"
"I'm 27 years old." She nodded, pursing her lips. "And my boyfriend is 23."
"Okay, where did you meet your boyfriend?" Sakura sighed. It felt like it was a million years ago, but it really wasn't that long ago.
"I met him about a two and a half years ago at a coffee shoppe. I thought he was handsome, so I approached him. We exchanged numbers and met up later. I thought he was rather charming… It wasn't long before we were an item."
"So when did he meet your best friend?"
"After a week or so. I thought it would be a good idea if they got acquainted with one another so they would be no friction later down the road. At first, they didn't get along. It took a while, but I got them to settle down and act like civil human beings," Sakura sighed like she was pained by the exasperating memory.
"I wanted my best friend to approve because I really liked him so I kept bringing him around. Eventually they became friends and eventually… I was out of the picture… They would go out to the movies and spend the night at each other's apartments, go out for drinks. They were even together on my birthday. My own boyfriend didn't even tell me happy birthday." She bit her lip. Rivers of fire entered her veins as she remembered that lonely day in March. If that wasn't a red flag she didn't know what was.
The audience sympathetically groaned.
Composing herself she heard Tony take a deep breath as if to interrupt with a relevant question. "So let me make this clear, the man forgot your birthday and you are still together why?"
The audience roared with thin shrills in the background. The seated females could feel their hands aching from the hard clapping session. Tony hit the nail on the head. They knew for a fact that if their significant other had forgotten their birthday, their things would be sitting at the curb. Sadly, this woman was so in love she couldn't even bear the thought of breaking up with the prick.
"Because I love 'em, Tony."
The audience cooed.
"And what about your best friend? Don't you love him too?"
Her face twisted. "I do… But he's scandalous. He always has been. He just…can't be trusted." She shamefully shook her head.
"Why do you have a best friend you can't trust?" He cocked a blond brow and turned to the young folk in planted in their seats, "How many of you have a best friend you can't trust?" Soft chuckles rounded from them as Sakura nodded.
"True. He shouldn't be my best friend if I watch my back when I'm around him."
"Definitely, sounds like you need to break up with him too," Tony ironically stated, shaking his head. "So, you think he's sleeping with your boyfriend?"
"Yes, sir," Her heeled foot shook as she thought of all the lies circulated in her home—to her face—from the people she cared about the most.
"Very well. We gave your boyfriend…"
"We gave a lie detector test to your boyfriend Sasuke and your best friend. I'm hearing that you took a lie detector as well."
"Yes, to prove that I have been faithful to him since the first day we got together," She angrily growled, shifting in the seat, earning a supportive roar from the studio audience. It would rub salt in the wound knowing all those nights she waited for Sasuke to come back to her and he was just out shagging her best friend.
"Alright." Tony smiled giddily. "What is your best friend's name?"
"Naruto," She said without the slightest drop of fondness one might have for the person you call your best friend.
"Well, let's bring him out. Everyone welcome Naruto."
Sakura looked to her right, feeling her blood rise. She kicked off her tall heels standing up from the chair.
The crowd stiffened, preparing for the expected brawl on the stage.
A short, medium-built blond rounded the corner and stepped down the stairs with an abundance of swagger. With a ruffled head of hair the hue of daffodils, and eyes of a deep, dark blue, had many individuals shocked by his beauty. His honey skin that was obscured by open V-neck vest, a black t-shirt pulled over a pair of dark skinnies, had many people surprised. He was cute and he was dressed astoundingly well for this occasion. Was this Sakura-lady really having an issue or was she just being an insecure nag?
A male bodyguard of large stature stepped in between the two 'friends'.
"What the fuck, Sakura? I already told you, I am not fooling around with Sasuke. I don't know how to make it any fucking clearer to you!" He screamed around the burly man.
Sakura tried to get around the man, physically pushing. "I know something's going on between you and Sasuke! You all are too sweet and too cuddly for it to just be innocent," She sneered, pulling down her dress that rode up with every step.
"Oh my God! Is that what you think? I have to sleep with someone to get them to be nice to me? I'm not you," Naruto quipped, fueling another outburst from the pink haired woman. The black haired man arm encircled her waist as she tried to launch herself at Naruto. He rotated on his heal, placing the bare-footed woman back on the rug, behind his thick body.
"Don't fucking start this shit, Naruto. You know you're jealous. You've always been jealous!"
"You don't give me anything to be jealous of. You're a walking washboard with insecurities that stretch about a 100 miles long. What is there to be jealous of?" Naruto glared, watching her flare up again. "I'm not saying I'm the hottest person to walk this earth but I know I'm not ugly."
Unexpectedly, the crowd cheered. Even though Naruto was made out to be the sinister evil since the beginning of the taping they couldn't just ignore he was a pretty fine specimen. Extremely fine.
"Yeah you're HOT!" A gruff male voice echoed from the back of the audience during the small clapping session.
Naruto's head snapped to the people, with a smile. He giggled. Wow, he was more liked than he originally thought. It seems all of bastardizing Sakura did to his character didn't affect the fact he was easy on the eyes. Actually, it probably helped his case that people thought he was sexy.
Sakura glared into the entertained people, displeased that someone called that whore over there, hot.
Tony chuckled but allowed them to continue. He wanted to collect enough information to make a proper conjecture about the two guests.
"I don't need to pick at your left overs. If I really wanted Sasuke I could have fucking had him, on my body, in my bed. Alright?" Naruto sniped haughtily, poking a finger into his own chest. His cheeks were a bright cherry red from the stress he felt thinning his cool.
"Like you haven't already done that already! Tell them who the father of your baby is, Naruto. How about you tell them that, huh?" Sakura yelled, still trying to reach around the preventative man blocking her.
Naruto paled, sealing his mouth. His eyes widened before they narrowed dangerously. He wasn't quick to respond to woman approximately ten feet from his person.
Tony looked up, his ears filled with numerous gasps. "You have a baby?"
"Yes, I had him last year, August," Naruto coolly answered, his gaze not moving from Sakura, severely angry she pulled his child into the mix.
"Who's the father of your baby?"
"I don't know who the father of my baby is. And Sakura fucking knows that. I went out one night, got fucked up and I slept with some guy. I don't even remember who he was because I never even got his name," He involuntarily informed the host. He didn't seem to be ashamed that his irresponsibility earned him a child but he didn't seem to want to discuss it either. What was done was done. What could he do? He was a crazy partier and sometime crazy partiers ended up making insane mistakes. There was nothing he could do about it but accept it. He had a child now and changed his life. No more madness, for him but more for his baby.
"So there is no possibility that her boyfriend, Sasuke, could be the father of your child?" Tony asked, trying to compute all the facts and the accusations at once.
Sasuke is undoubtedly friendly with Naruto. Sakura perceives their 'friendliness' for pure sexual flirtation. Convinced by his kind treatment of Naruto, she's certain to that her boyfriend is doing more than hanging out with her best friend, regardless of what Naruto claimed.
With that baby.
"No. I've never slept with Sasuke… How many times do I have to say that? We're just friends." Naruto rolled his eyes, his cheeks clearly showing his exertion. This bitch would be the death of him with her endless accusations. Maybe if he did have sex with Sasuke, she would finally stop accusing them.
"So there's never been any touching any kissing?" Sakura groaned, wishing that he would just admit to what he had done. It's not hard to say you're a slut if you are one.
"No," Naruto shook his head.
"Then why would someone you never kissed or never touched sign the birth certificate for your baby?" She hollered over the shoulder of the man holding her back. "You don't think I know, Naruto? You don't think I fucking know?"
The crowd got hyped by the question. A Native American woman clapped her hand over her mouth, considering the irony. Her boyfriend signing the birth certificate of her best friend's child?
If that was true—this trio was in deep shit—waist deep.
"Why the fuck are you lying? Sasuke never signed the birth certificate! HE would never do that because he's not the father! You've never seen the birth certificate of my child. Until you do, shut your fucking mouth." Naruto wildly gesticulated, feeling like he got lit on fire when Sakura mentioned Sasuke signing the birth certificate.
Now she was just trying to make him look bad, like she always did.
Tony reached down and grabbed a sheet of screen tester and read it silently to himself before speaking. "Um, our producers told me that you're pregnant. So I'm going to have you to ask you to take a seat. The stress is not good for you or your child," Tony said, wedging the small note into the cards.
The audience clapped in agreement as Naruto silently sat down in the chair like recommended.
About a minute later, a young man associate with a headpiece on brought a bottle of water to Naruto.
"Lemon seltzer water, compliments of Mr. Uchiha. He said it would be best."
Naruto slightly blushed, shyly accepting the water. "Thank you." He opened it and took double sips before capping it and relaxing back into the soft chair.
Tony waited until the commotion subsided before he asked his next thought. "Has there been any other incidents that make you question their relationship?"
"Plenty. Sasuke brings Naruto's child to his apartment on the weekends to take care of him. Who does that unless they're the father of the baby?"
"So your proof that he's cheating with me is that he's babysitting my little boy while I do the one thing you seem incapable of doing—working." Naruto glared over at her as she haughtily placed her hands hips. "I have a child to raise and in order to do that, I need money. Sasuke seems to understand that, so while I'm not home, Sasuke watches him because he volunteered. Something you should have done but you're too self-absorbed to offer. And you call yourself the godmother."
"Sasuke would never offer to babysit unless he feels responsible for taking care of the baby. And he would only feel responsible if he was the father!"
"Oh my God." Naruto laughed. "I'm not arguing with you, you're an idiot sweetheart."
"Better than being someone else's booty call."
"Atleast someone would want me for something…You on the other hand, not so much…"
Tony interjected Naruto's sarcastic cruelty. "What else makes you suspicious?"
"You mean certain," She laughed humorlessly. "There was a time when they were in my house, on my couch, watching a movie. And he's practically on top of my boyfriend, cuddling."
"I was not on top of Sasuke. Try next to him, sharing a blanket because you were too broke to get your heater fixed."
"Fucking liar." She disgustedly shook her head. "For all I know after I went back to bed, you two probably fucked right there on my couch."
"If I did, you would have heard, trust me." Naruto smirked, twirling the bottle in his hands. "You would know if Sasuke was gettin' this. The whole neighborhood would. Screams everywhere…"
Chuckles broke throughout, even from Tony as he flipped through his cards.
Some of his guests' conceitedness never ceased to amaze him.
"Everyone?" Tony asked as the camera, changed angles as the auxiliary lens zoomed into the two friends.
"Everyone." Naruto smiled. "I was a pornstar in another lifetime." Naruto winked as the studio audience howled in approval.
He must have been a beast in the bedroom… It explained why he's been pregnant… twice.
Sakura scowled, folding her arms over her nonexistent breasts.
"On that note, let's find out if Sasuke's had a taste of that pornstar." Tony looked at the exit to backstage. "Sasuke c'mon out."
And all hell breaks loose! Haha, actually you won't know that until Part 2, but you know… ;D
What do you think? Sakura, insecure? Naruto, a liar? There are hints. Can you pick them out?
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