Author's Note: Hi! So I was bored in psych class and this is the result of that. I know the prologue seems boring (cause there aren't Naruto characters in it) but it is kind of important. Usually, I don't like OC's or AU's but this one just seemed like a good idea.

Warning: M for language, some violence and eventually sexual suggestion. POSSIBLE lemon if people review and request.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Disney. Ugh, wouldn't that just be the coolest, though? Oh but I do own my OC, so please don't steal her.

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Prologue: No POV

Mia sat on her bed, trying to study for her AP Art History exam and failing miserably; her attention drawn away from her study guide to her TV.

She knew better than to study with the TV on, but the lure of her favorite movie was too strong. She just couldn't deny herself the joy of watching Beauty and the Beast, even if she cried like a baby whenever she saw it. Her friends joked that someone her age shouldn't like a Disney movie that much, but she didn't care.

Seventeen-year-old Mia Garviano loved the impossibility of Beauty and the Beast; the tale of two lovers that shouldn't have been, but were. How they beat their adversaries and the odds. She also adored the character of the Beast. She loved how, even though his physical appearance hindered him, he was able to rediscover and accept his humanity. He showed that love isn't only for the handsome prince or prom queen.

More than that, she found hope for herself in the movie. Belle was an average woman who wished for more from life and not only got more, but also found love. True, Belle was very pretty and smart, but she was more like normal girls than most movie heroines. Mia found comfort in that. She thought herself too average, and that thought bothered her.

Mia wasn't a loner, but she wasn't popular by any stretch of imagination. Her friends accepted her, with all her sarcasm and quirky-ness, but more often than not people just didn't understand.

All too often, people would laugh at the way she was always drawing something, charcoal covering her hands and arms, and sometimes her face. Worse was when they would take her sketches away from her and post them around the school.

Mia always thought in pictures, and found it easier to communicate that way too. Often, her daydreams ended up on paper, especially if she was in class. Being a teenage girl, one who was hooked on romance novels, most of her daydreams included boys, sometimes shirtless ones. So it became an issue when such images were seen around school. Luckily, she never drew anyone she knew.

'Whatever' Mia thought with a sigh as she slid off her bed. 'Let them laugh. They can't hurt me anymore. I have more fun when I draw than they ever will'

Slamming her textbook shut a bit too forcefully, Mia walked over to the full-length mirror that hung on the back of her door.

The setting sun cast light into her room, causing her blond highlights to shine in her layered brown locks. Said hair waved gently to the middle of her back, but stuck out in several directions, looking like permanent bed-head. Messy, but Mia liked it.

'Avant Guard' she thought. She especially loved the way her bangs framed her face, covering her left eye and hiding some of her round rosy cheeks. By hiding some of it, Mia thought her average face became more alluring.

Mia didn't think her face was ugly; it just wasn't a face you would remember, or notice even. Too often she would find herself being a wallflower, not by choice, but because she was so unnoticeable.

In the mirror, Mia's eyes found themselves. They were nicely shaped, big almond eyes, but the color always made Mia angry. Her eyes were green, but not the pretty emerald green everyone thinks of. They were a dark, dirty green, with flecks of brown playing at the edges. Her eyes looked like a forest on a dark day, after someone got lost in it. Since they were so dark, and no one paid attention to her, most people said she had brown eyes. Mia hated that most of all, though she never understood why.

Letting her examining gaze fall from her eyes, Mia looked at her body. Though she still felt uncomfortable about it, she had to admit for 5'5", she had a nice shape. She wasn't a stick, but her hourglass figure accented her tiny waist and her round bust.

Best though, in Mia's mind, were her legs. Long for her body, they were lean and curvy, the muscles well defined after years of horseback riding.

A soft buzzing took Mia's attention toward the bag next to the door. Grabbing the cell phone that lay on top, she slid her thumb across the screen to open the text.

As she read, her large almond eyes widened.

"Shit!" She exclaimed. Lunging for her bag, she ran out of her room and was out of the house faster than she could believe. She had completely forgotten to go grocery shopping. Usually not a problem since she and her dad liked take-out, tonight was the once in a blue moon that her mom planned on coming home early to cook.

She managed to make it five blocks to the grocery store in record time. Instead of a chain store, this one was a neighborhood mom and pop store, so they closed early. Walking briskly down the isles, Mia gathered the ingredients her mom needed, and may or may not have left out ones that didn't suit her taste. While Mia liked stuffed lasagna, spinach did not have a place there.

After she paid, Mia's pace slowed along with her heart rate. She couldn't run with all the groceries anyway, so she figured she might as well enjoy her walk. It was April and the weather was mild, the last rays of sun warming her skin through her long sleeve tee.

About a block from home, Mia felt the air had a certain chill to it that had nothing to do with the weather. Something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but living in the city all her life, she knew to trust her instinct.

Without turning around or giving herself away, Mia looked over her shoulder and sure enough, she saw a figure a few feet behind her. Picking up the pace ever so slightly, Mia rounded the nearest corner and waited for the person to pass.

But he never did. Mia peaked her head around the building to see if the person crossed the street, but that way was empty too.

"Looking for someone?"

Mia jumped. The man was so close, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, making her back arch.

'How the hell-'

Mia was just about to turn around and give the creep a good kick in the groin, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt a sharp pain, and then every thing when dark.

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