...Once Upon a Modern Tale...
Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke
Warning: Shounen ai, unbeta-ed
Inspired by: Robin Hood, Love among the Walnuts by Jean Ferris, and always by my wacko imagination
Summary: AU (NaruSasu) Once upon a time, there lived an extremely handsome and exceedingly rich young man. But, he didn't care for any of it, and so he locked himself up in his large manor, never coming out. Then, one day, he met the most amazing person; a beautiful boy with cerulean blue eyes. This is where our Modern Tale begins, with a Modern Robin Hood, and a Modern love story.
Please forgive my bad usages of Japanese terms; I don't speak the language so I have almost no idea how to use them.
Disclaimer: Naruto and anything related does not belong to me. Don't sue.
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Once upon a time, there lived a great man. His name was simply known was Robin Hood. Surely you've all heard of him, since he was the most generous, giving, kindest, amazing, astonishing….person who ever lived. He stole – although he preferred to use the word "borrow"- money from the rich, and gave to the poor. That way, a balance was kept and everybody – except the rich whose riches were stolen, of course – was happy. Then, a joyous time came to the land as the nobles, whose vaults were brimming and threatening to overspill with valuables galore, decided to save themselves the embarrassment and started to donate money to the poor. Everybody – including the rich this time – was happy. Then the name, Robin Hood, started to fade into the distance until no one remembered who he was. They all simply forgot the hero who brought them this happiness, and went on with their – now merry - lives.
Well, there was one person who remembered; a very kind young lady. She lived with her grandmother, who also met the great Robin Hood, before dying several years later. But that's another tale.
She was just little girl when she saw an unconscious man with a handsome face in the woods near her hut. She took him in, of course. There wasn't much to go around, but she was kind and she shared what she could. After a few days, when the man awoke, he began to tell her stories. He told these tales quickly, and in much quantities everyday, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't have the time to finish telling them all. The little girl sat entranced as she listened to tales of wondrous adventures, of bad villains, and of joyous triumphs. But, in every story he told, there would always be one lesson; take the gold from the rich, and give to the poor.
She never asked him his name, and he never told her – until the very end. Day by day, she watched as he seemed to get weaker. Day by day, as he told the stories, he would sleep and when he woke, it was as if he didn't sleep at all. She begged him to stop, for she has fallen in love with him, but he wouldn't and continued to tell her his stories. Then, one day, he finished the last one. He whispered, "do you want to know the name of this hero?" She nodded silently, tears coming to her eyes as she saw the light fade from his clear blue eyes, "it's…Robin Hood."
She buried him next to her grandmother, and vowed to tell someone the story before she passed on. She would ensure that the name, Robin Hood, was never forgotten. And she kept that promise; the story was passed down to her son, who passed it onto his daughter, who told it to her daughter, who...well you get the gist of it. This is how our Modern Tale's hero was influenced. He was told this story from his father, who heard it from his father, who heard it from his mother, who was told it by his great-grandmother and great-grandfather….He was the one who decided that the world has known enough time without a Robin Hood. He decided that it was time somebody took some action. He decided that it should be him.
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Once upon a time – again – there lived a very rich, and quite beautiful, lady. And, no matter how cliché this sounds, she was in love. Not infatuation either, she claimed, for this god of a man loved her back. They were getting married next month.
She did the only thing a girl could do to get ready for a wedding; she hired a wedding planner and then…went shopping for a wedding dress (actually, she basically went shopping, not just for a dress but for a lot of other stuff she didn't even need too.) Well, I guess some things never change with the rich.
But as the wedding bells rang, and the exotic birds she bought were forced to warble a (forced-sounding) happy wedding tune, the most horrible thing happened! They waited, and waited, and waited some more, but….no groom! He never came, not even after they waited for five hours, just hoping the guy was late. No luck. And so the girl went home, delicately crying her beautiful little eyes out …while wailing like a banshee, of course. But what did she discover when she went back home, to her huge mansion? Somebody has taken all her money – actually, I feel the need to say, it wasn't all her money, just a good part of it – and left her money a few pennies – again, it wasn't a few pennies, unless you count a hundred thousand dollars a handful of cents – to spend. She did the only thing a girl could do at that moment; she fainted.
The newspapers were all over that story, as the next day practically every single newspaper in the country (and some foreign ones too) had the headline, "RICH YOUNG BILLIONAIRE BEFORE, RICH AND YOUNG AFTER?" No one told pity on her, as the headline should tell you. They all thought she had more than enough money left over, even after the robbery. It had also helped everyone's decision that the headline the very next day was, "MYSTERIOUS GENTLEMAN DONATES BILLIONS TO CHARITY."
"That's my money!" was the screech heard the same morning, coming from a fairly large house in a very well off neighbourhood.
Over the next few months, more headlines like those two appeared:
"MILLIONAIRE'S MONEY WHISKED AWAY ON LOVE CLOUD!"
"BILLIONAIRE LOST ALL HER MONEY TO LOVE"
"CUPID STOLE MY MONEY!"
"LOVE BUG STEALS BILLIONS OF DOLLARS"
"NO, YOU IDIOT, I DID NOT LOSE MY MONEY"
"WHAT HE SAID ON LAST TUESDAY'S ISSUE!" (referring to the second last statement)
As well as those above, there was always a headline the next day pronouncing yet another generous donation to local charities.
"RAINING MONEY"
"LOST WALLET FOUND AT ORPANAGE, FIVE BILLION DOLLARS'
"ROBIN HOOD CUPID?"
"MILLIONS FOUND IN LOST AND FOUND AT CHARITY"
"ROBIN WHO?"
"ROBIN HOOD DONATED…."
This went on for a very long time, until the name Robin Hood was once again known throughout the land. It came to the point where the rich feared for their money, and the poor were rejoicing at the recent donations. The charities were always on the look out for any unusually large deposits of money that someone has "dropped" near their front door. There were fewer and fewer living on the streets, so there was a lot less begging in front of stores, which helped business too. Needless to be said, everybody – except, you guessed it, the rich- was happy once more. Orphanages were especially happy, since they always found "lost" billions outside their door, and toys too for the children.
But, the rich in these modern times did not think of donating their money to save themselves some face. Instead they began to spend fortunes on buying the latest security systems for their vaults, and hiring extra guards. The security businesses were booming, which again made everybody happy, except the rich, who was spending more and more of their vast riches in order to protect their money. Isn't that just ironic?
No one knew who the Robin Hood was. They didn't know his name, where he lived, or if he had a family or not. All they had to go on was these basic facts:
1. Robin Hood was a man.
2. He was supposedly a very handsome and young man
3. He was also very polite, well-mannered and chivalrous (now, who said chivalry was dead?)
And four; there is somehow a strange connection with the lovers of the rich whose money were stolen from. It seems that a robbery happened every time a rich, young woman, or man, was stood up at their own wedding. Their lover would always disappear, and so would their money. However, every one of these former-billionaire or millionaire, or once even a quadrupillionaire, denied that their lover could have done this. They would not give out any details to the police, except the above three facts, which they all seem to agree upon. Instead, they concentrated on protecting the rest of their money.
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Now, this is where our Modern Tale truly begins. And so here is a section before I move onto the next chapter for this story, for having had you wait for so long…
Once upon a time – talk about deja-vu-vu – there was an extremely handsome and exceedingly rich young man. He had a gorgeous face, and an excellent build. He excelled at everything he tried. Everyone loved him, but he loved no one. He was the sole heir to the family fortune; which consists of more money than all other millionaires and billionaires put together owned. He was a very, very fortunate boy, to have been blessed with so much. And yet, he didn't care for any of it. He locked himself up in his large manor near a famous lake – whether to hide from all his adoring fans, or because he wanted to, was still a mystery to everybody.
Then, one day, as his butler dragged him out of the house, he met the most amazing person; a beautiful boy with cerulean blue eyes. He fell in love with those eyes; eyes that could easily outshine any of the sapphires he owned in his gigantic underground family vault. He fell in love with that shine, and that personality, which no one else's can ever hope to match. He loved someone back for the first time in years. But what he didn't know was that this beautiful, pure boy had a secret, which he has kept very well hidden for so many years.
"You're next, Uchiha Sasuke."
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I've always liked Robin Hood, and so I decided to write a story about it. (Darn it, I'm skipping homework again!) The mood for this is a basic fairy tale, and so it's written in second person, and in omniscient point of view.
It'll probably be a quick little thing, because I want to get the idea out of the way before the idea dies on me.
P.S. I'm looking for a beta for this story. If you're interested for this position, please send me a message. Sadly, this position does not pay anything…. except you do have my undying thanks! I am hoping for someone experienced in the field of beta-ing.
Au revoir!
-Horologii