You Belong To Me
Summary: Sasuke is a Prince while Naruto works as a member of the royal household. When Sasuke stumbles upon Naruto's hidden destiny and curse, he must make a difficult decision; to act or not to act? to be or not to be?
Prologue:
Twelve years ago, there was a popular and mighty king who ruled the fair Fire Country. He was courageous, charitable and beloved by all his subjects. There was not a maiden in the whole land who would not swoon at his smile. He was even respected amongst the magical beings, a feat not lightly achieved. With his golden good looks and intelligence, it was a time of peace for all the country. Even the neighbouring countries respected the Good King and all was well in the world.
However not all was well in the King's own castle. For the King's own Ancient despised him with all he could. His hatred was born well before the King's rule, it had always been there and like poison it grew deadlier and deadlier with age. This ancient had been planning for a long, long time to destroy the Good King and claim the Kingdom for himself. He was jealous of the King. Jealous of the love the world felt towards him. Jealous of the power the King had. He was jealous because he believed it belonged to him!
The Ancient knew he could not carry out a coup d'etat alone, he would need allies. Finding allies would be difficult; he knew no-one he could rely on. The country's military were terribly loyal to the king. As were the Hyuugas, a popular clan of nobility. The ancient could always rely on his own clan but some of the older generation would be trouble. But he would need more than one noble clan.
An idea came to the Ancient while he stalked the grounds in the moon light. He decided he would manipulate a handful of noble children to help convince the clans to make the ancient their new king upon the death of the Good King. He would seduce these children with promises of power and threats of war. Peace doesn't last forever the Ancient would laugh rubbing his hands in glee as he paced the corridors. The final piece of the puzzle would be to find a way to murder the King. This was the tricky bit. In a world inhabited by the magical and the supernatural he needed a way to stop beings coming back to haunt him. He could pour poison in his ear or have the King's own solider kill him by mistake. He could stab the king himself as a way to stop the King's ambition although it was unlikely the crowd could be swayed by that. What if the King murdered himself once driven mad but that would mean the ancient would have to drive the King mad in such a way to avoid death himself. It was a tricky situation.
The perfect death came to him and it would be easy to accomplish. Although, there was a downfall with this plan; the King would become legendary. But after hours of careful consideration, the Ancient decided it wouldn't matter he'd still be dead in the end. With a sigh of contentment, the evil ambitious Ancient smirked out of his chamber window; by morning his plan would be in action and his dreams, which were denied so long ago, will finally come to fruition!
After several months of seduction and manipulation, it was all going according to plan. Behind him he had the future nobility save for the Hyuugas supporting him. It was only a matter of murder. The murder would take some time, the ancient needed to make sure he had the support before he could commence on the darker portion of his plan.
Setting out on horseback one stormy night, the ancient galloped far from Konoha Castle into the darkness. He was determined to reach his destination by dawn and hopefully return to murder the king the next night. He rode high into the craggy mountains until he came to the Chasm of Demons where the Good King had imprisoned them. Here was where the evil Ancient would summon a Demon to destroy the Good King. Although, the ancient knew it didn't work like that, he knew that like the spoilt nobility brats, he would need to seduce the Demon with promises to gain their servitude.
He called to the demons in the chasm. And as they rose before him, he promised them the world, he promised them riches, he promised them power and finally he promised them war. "There is one more thing I desire!" called a powerful nine tailed demon. "In exchange for my servitude, I want to be able to destroy the Good King!!" The ancient smirked to himself and eagerly agreed to the Demon's demand.
A terrible thunderstorm had been raging for seven days and seven nights over Konoha Castle. It was clearly an omen foretelling destruction. The Good King held tightly to the hand of his wife as she lay panting and pushing on their bed. With each clap of thunder the Ancient and his Demon drew closer. The Queen moaned and panted, maids placed wet rags over her forehead, she was not well and in the middle of giving birth! Suddenly, the King's General rushed into the room! Horrified by the imminent attack, the Good King kissed his wife and left to face the threat.
Standing opposite each other in the rain, their features illuminated only by the brief flashes of lightning, the Ancient's devious plan was finally taking place. The battle was intense. The Good King faced the Demon alone; he forced his loyal men to watch. Buildings were destroyed and the ground trembled as the nine tailed demon unleashed it's fury at the King. Innocent people were dying.
The Demon was too strong and the King was beginning to get desperate. He had to end this. The King starred the Demon straight in the eye, never breaking contact as he performed the special sealing symbols his mentor had taught him. The Ancient recognised the technique, they both knew of it. It was sacrificial. The Ancient smirked, this was it, and soon all would be his. The King finished his seals. The wind dropped. The rain stopped. The thunder ceased rolling while the lightning ceased flashing. Time stilled.
When time caught up to itself, the demon was gone. The King was gone. The Queen was gone. All that remained was the Ancient and the newly born Prince. Holding the young prince in his arms, the Ancient saw the swirling birthmark and grinned. He traced his fingers along the 6 whisker scars on the prince's face. These two symbols indicated to the trapped Demon inside. With this kid, the world was finally his. "And you," he spoke to the kid, "belong to me".