This story is originally a Code Geass fic. It was inspired by the movie Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. But I was really into Naruto right now, and I figured that there are many Sakura haters, and I love Sakura. Sooo, you can say this is my way to annoy them XD

Still not sure about the pairing... But-eh! I'll figure it out as the story progresses.

She gets all the hot guys! Hehe...

The Witch

Chapter One: The Royal decree

"You know he will not heal. " The deep voice of his nephew resounded on the porcelain walls of the hallway. They are currently standing outside the room of the youngest of the Uchiha brothers, both his nephews, and both the only people who are fit to replace him and be the king of the land of fire when the time comes.

A wince made its way to his handsome face as a series of coughing sounds coming from the closed room in front of them filled the silent hall, replacing the echoes of his older nephew's voice, hanging on the dark space like a thick, heavy smog that almost suffocated them both.

He saw Itachi tense as they listened to poor Sasuke cough his lungs out. A moment more and the sound died down into little murmuring noises. Itachi sent him a deadly glare, which he only returned with a sigh.

"I know…"

Itachi clenched his fists, obvious anger written on his face, "When are you going to send a doctor to take a look at him, then?" He said in a livid tone.

Another sigh escaped Madara's lips as he put a hand over his face and swiped downward in an attempt to wipe out some of his stress. Of course, he knew of how much Itachi loved his little brother, and he understood him, because Madara loved Izuna that much too. "You are well aware Itachi that I have sent almost all of the most competent doctors we have, are you not?"

He would admit that he had not paid all of his attention to Sasuke's current state. What else could he do besides send the most skillful doctors on the land and hope that they cure Sasuke? He is the king; he had many responsibilities besides taking care of his family. Running a whole country and preparing for an upcoming battle with the land of Music is not helping at all with the situation.

An uncomfortable silence followed. Neither knew what to say, Madara is not really the comforting kind, not to another man, at least. Besides, Itachi is old enough to know how to handle this situation without the comfort and advice of others. After this moment fuming and ranting, he sure will go back to his normal, calm, collected, and rational self.

Itachi looked away. He knew Madara was right, because he had been there whenever a doctor would come to the palace and take a look at Sasuke. He was there, suffering as much whenever Sasuke would cough violently and spit up blood while delirious with fever. He watched over him go through the pain, which whenever he witnesses, felt like he was experiencing it too.

He couldn't really blame his uncle; it wasn't about the incompetent doctors, or the lack of their knowledge. It was because Sasuke had been struck by a particular disease that no human had ever encountered. It was new, it had only been a week and yet it seemed like Sasuke had been sick for all his life. It is indeed very rare, and very strong. Any member of royalty does not get sick, do not get old, and are VERY hard to kill. Practically, they are all immortal, which is why the whole family had been alarmed when Sasuke started coughing up on the dinner table one night, which eventually led to him being bed-ridden because of a too weakened state. After three days, he couldn't even walk anymore, and after four, couldn't swallow, then after five, whatever entered his mouth wouldn't go down and even before his digestive system could start breaking down food, it would immediately go back up his throat and out of his mouth.

It was a horrible sight to see, especially for Itachi, his heart twisted whenever his younger brother cried, yes, he actually cried, and asked him- pleaded him, to just kill him to make it all quick and painless. He would tell his brother to stop saying foolish things; that he will be well in no time, to stop being such a baby because it's been only a week and yet he had been complaining too much.

And his brother would reply. He would tell him that it is impossible, that he would die eventually, that it's only been a week and the sickness had gone worse and worse each day, that if he continued to live, he would only suffer more and bring pain to the people around him, and that the illness would still kill him later on.

And itachi's heart would break all over again…

Itachi's musings had been interrupted by a loud, booming voice, "Itachi!"

Both males turned to the source and their eyes landed on a blue-skinned man. The blue looked faded and worn, like the color of the blue roses they had in the gardens at daylight, due to the white light from the moon.

For a moment, the man, Kisame, looked curious for a minute. His face soon turned into an apologetic one as he came to realize that he had just interrupted an argument between two royals. "Forgive my discourtesy, my King," he turned to Madara, "Your Highness." then he turned to Itachi, and then proceeded kneeling to the both of them. Itachi gave a light snort, "Drop the honorifics, Kisame."

Kisame is one of the Ten Royal Knights, himself included, and also one of the closest people to him. The Ten Royal Knights are the strongest and intelligent knights especially given benefits of some Royal Rights that are supposed to only be for Royals, and though all of them are from noble families, some of them are really hard to persuade. The kingdom needs their strength, and after a rather long discussion, they have managed to strike a deal with the Royals to give them some Royal Rights, and in turn, they will join the force of the army. They are mainly one of the reasons why the Land of Fire is very successful when it comes to battles and wars.

Madara motioned for him to stand, "And what might be the reason for that?"

Kisame stood to his full height, the man towered everyone, even the King himself who is a tall man on his own.

"I have good news," A wide grin slowly spread into his features, the gills under his eyes stretching. Others may find it frightening; but to them who are used to the man's face which oddly resembled a shark's, it is the equivalent of a simple smile, "For your brother, Itachi."

Itachi's full attention was instantly on him. He became irritated when Kisame said nothing for a while and continued to grin. His brows met at the middle of his forehead in a downward shift, "Well, what are you still smiling about? Tell me, immediately." The urgency in his voice seemed to only make Kisame even further amused.

"There had been rumors of a witch-doctor going around for some time now. I happened to hear one of 'em while Hidan and I went into a pub and-"Kisame was cut-short of his narration by Madara.

"The point is?-"Madara raised a single, thin brow at the blue man.

Kisame cleared his throat, "The point is that, according to these 'rumors', the witch-doctor can cure any, and I mean 'any' kinds of illnesses, and that she is currently residing inside the land boundaries, deep into the dark parts of the forest. " He made sure to emphasize the word 'any' while explaining.

The two Royals were silent for a moment, seeming to think of possibilities and weigh consequences of their next action. The two looked at each other, mutually understanding what was in each other's mind.

"It is a rumor. It may or may not be true." Madara started.

"Rumor or not, Sasuke is dying. I want him to live, uncle. You, of all people, should be the one to understand how I feel." Itachi countered through gritted teeth. Fists clenched and eyes narrowed, he stared at his uncle's visible eye. Black met black.

The stare-down continued for a lingering moment, each Uchiha never giving in to the other, Kisame shifting gazes between the King and his nephew. It ended when Madara looked away and heaved a defeated sigh from the bottom of his diaphragm. "…. Alright…"

Itachi's features softened and he gave his uncle a little smile, "Thank you, your Highness…"

Madara returned the smile with his own, even littler one. He gave a look at the closed doors in-front of him, heaved another sigh, and then faced Kisame. The man seemed more than ready to take orders. "By Royal decree, I order you and Hidan to find this witch-doctor and bring her here; drag her if you have to, and offer her fifty-thousand gold. If she refuses, then double or triple the amount."

Kisame nodded, and with a wave of the hand, Madara had dismissed him.

Poor Sasuke-kun...

Anyways, find out what happens on the next chapter, and also, GIVE REVIEWS!

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-Mina