Disclaimer: The Nutcracker doesn't belong to me. Naruto doesn't belong to me either. Just this fanfic. ^.^
Introduction
Sapphire X Dreams: "ALRIGHTY PEOPLES! I'm Sapphire X Dreams and I'm bringing you THE NUTCRACKER... Akatsuki Style! Our characters are in the back changing into their outfits and getting their makeup done.
*Deidara walks onto the stage*
Deidara: "WHY DO I HAVE TO BE CLARA?!"
Sapphire X Dreams: "Um... I dunno. I just thought it would be funny if you were Clara.
Deidara: "I hate you. Hm."
Sapphire X Dreams: "Love you too, Deidara!"
Hidan: "AND WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE STUPID RAT KING?! JASHIN DOESN'T APPROVE!"
Sapphire X Dreams: "One, it's the mouse king. And two, Jashin does approve. You're the evil one in this play/ballet."
Hidan: "Can you at least stop the makeup crew from trying to put a stupid mouse tail and nose on me?"
Sapphire X Dreams: "Let me think about that... no."
*Hidan glares fiercely at me.*
*Hidan rolls his eyes and walks off stage to get attacked by the makeup crew.*
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! TAKE YOUR PLACES! WE"RE GOING TO START! Enjoy the show!" *waves to all you readers*
Chapter One: The Christmas Party
It was a snowy Christmas Eve night, and inside the Silverhaus'/Stahlbaums' household, a party was in full swing. Many children were running to and fro having a fun time laughing and playing.
A group of four people are laughing and talking with each other in a small corner of the room. The group included of a woman (the mother) a man (her husband as well as the father), a little boy (brother) and a girl (sister AKA Deidara)
Suddenly, a masked man counting money while carrying a rather large bag walks into the room. The group is easily hushed as the man walks into the center of the room. This man, is Herr Drosselmeyer. (AKA Kakuzu if you haven't already guessed). "Alright you brats. I've got some cheap gifts to give you. Don't be surprised if some of them are broken. I warned you they were cheap." Drosselmeyer replied and turned back to his money as crowds of children crowd around the bag.
Clara waits in a corner for her gift. Finally, all of the children clear and Drosselmeyer closes up the bag.
Drosselmeyer takes out three life-sized dolls. He gives them a disgusted look. "I guess these would sell for about 6,000 yen. (about 59 US dollars) He shrugs the thought off and then makes the three dolls do a very stupid dance. When he's finished, he throws them to any kid who catches them.
Clara stepped over to Drosselmeyer. "Hey Kaku-er Mr. Godfather person... Where the hell is my gift? Hm."
Drosselmeyer gazes at Clara for a quick second. Then looks inside the empty bag. "Seems like I don't have any more toys. Oh well. Better luck next year. And I'm NOT going out to go get anymore."
Reluctantly, Dei-er Clara, began to sniffle and then began to sob. She ran over to her mother and buried his head into her shoulder.
Drosselmeyer looks up from counting money, and spies a nutcracker that has a splitting image of our favorite puppeteer on the fireplace mantel behind him. "Uh... actually. Here's a present for you right here. Chosen specially for you."
Clara looks up from sobbing. "YOU LIAR! YOU JUST GOT THAT FROM THE MENTA- I mean..." The blond-headed girl looks intrigued at the toy. She quickly hurries over to the toy in the stitched godfather's hand.
The nutcracker is wearing a full uniform and smiling it's creeping strange-mouthed smile.
Clara smiles at the piece of jun- I mean the wonderful toy, and hugs it close. (rather reluctantly I should add)
From the side, the brother I mentioned earlier, glares at the toy. And in his head, he evilly thinks to himself...
"Why didn't I get that stupid looking toy? Why do I even want this toy? Maybe I can put it into a genjutsu and break it." (I think you know who this is) "Then Deida-um... Clara will be heartbroken. Breaking a wooden toy that has the splitting image of Sasori. I am so evil."
A wicked smile comes over the boy (AKA Itachi if you haven't already guessed. But in this play/ballet, his name is Fritz).
Fritz looked over at the toy with evil (Mangekyo Sharingan) eyes and the toy (somehow) breaks.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID?!" Clara yelled as the arm of the nutcracker fell to the ground.
