(A/N: Hi everybody! Yes, I know that I'm still working on a story, but I'm making another one now! It's just an idea that won't leave me alone. I've always loved the Disney movie Anastasia (great soundtrack too), and I was listening to "Once Upon a December" the other day and I thought, hey, wouldn't this be interesting mixed with Naruto? So I searched Naruto/Anastasia fics and there are NONE (gasps). So I'm making one. Soundtrack included! (well, the lyrics).
Now, I don't know whether this should be a crossover fic or a Naruto fic. It features only Naruto characters, but some concepts and all the songs are from Anastasia. So, I'm posting this as a Naruto fic, but if it should be in the crossover section then let me know and I'll repost it there.
Anyways, enough of my rambling. Read and enjoy!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, he would have been made Hokage by now.
Once Upon a December: Uzumaki Style!
Prologue:
The remains of a battlefield spread over the distance.
The once-village had all but been abandoned. The blackened, neglected, houses lay in ruins, the greenery now slightly covering them the only signs of life in the whole place.
The Whirlpool Village had been great, yes. Their ninja had been well-known, their skills respected; but the shinobi of the Whirlpool Village were no more. They were simply stuff of legend now. Stories were always told of the brave ninja of the Whirlpool, of the incredible stamina, skill of sealing, and bright-red hair.
A lone figure walked through the ruins, eyes down and looking at the devastation. The eyes then looked up at the only building left standing. It was huge, the town's city center and the home of the leader of the village.
A whisper came from somewhere within the long, brown, tattered coat of the figure. "Master?" It whispered "Is it true they're gone? Did it work? Are the people of the Whirlpool village finally gone?"
The figure started slightly, then whispered back "No. One may think they are, but I am still here, which means that there is at least one of them that is still alive. And…" His eyes searched out the lone, standing building. "That is still standing. If that is still here, they are not truly gone. There is one of the royals still left, I am sure of it."
The other voice, the one within the confines of the cloak, rasped out again. "Are you sure, Master? Is this just a hunch, or are you completely sure that they are not completely gone?"
The figure looked from the building to the graying sky. "I'm absolutely sure." He snapped back. "I will seek out the survivor; I will seek him out, and make him pay. Then the curse will finally be complete, and I will finally have my revenge."
The figure turned around, and sparing one last glance down at the ruined village, walked away towards an unknown destination.
Neither the mysterious figure, nor his equally mysterious companion noticed the little music box on the ground, glinting slightly at the single beam of sunlight that hit its smooth, golden surface.
TBC
(A/N: What do you think? This is only the prologue, it'll continue on to the good stuff later, don't worry!
The next chapter should come out in a little more than a week, two weeks tops. After that, I'll be making weekly updates.
Anyways, please REVIEW! See you next time!)