So I've decided to take on another endeavor. My other projects have slightly flalen through, so I'm excited about this one. This is just kind of a short giving you a brief idea about what this fic is a prologue. This is far from the Naruto world, and instead an enchanted medieval time, where the Uchiha family reigns supreme as the beloved royal family of Konoha.

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

Alternate Universe (AU)

The Blind Prince

Chapter 1: prologue

Itachi Uchiha had not been born without sight, in fact as a young child he could see quite well. He enjoyed things that typical young boys enjoyed, playing outside, pestering his little brother, and terrorizing the kingdom as any young prince would. He was seemingly happy, carefree and kind hearted until the day he was diagnosed with a degenerative eyesight disease.

"Get back here you little brat! That's mine!" Itachi yelled as he raced down the hall of the third floor in their immaculate domain. The marble floors echoing sounds of their feet stomping rapidly as they raced.

"No! Ya can't catch me, Nisan!" His younger brother, Sasuke, chimed as he continued to run.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and Itachi grew increasingly dizzy as his little brother's figure blended into the walls and every other surrounding. He slowed just a little, but it wasn't enough, he lost his bearings and ran headfirst into a large pillar and fell backward, completely unconscious.

Many doctors from afar were paid to take a look at the young prince, to see f there was anything to be done to save his continually deteriorating eyesight. But none had any answers, only to expect his blindness to completely set in by the age of eighteen, and that is where the story begins.

The tall, raven haired boy slowly made his way down the hallway after exiting his bed room, fairly used to his surroundings. He stepped to his right, remembering the small display with the porcelain vase that was irreplaceable, and dodged the item by memory.

"Young prince, can I help you?" A servant called out to him as she rushed to his side.

"No, dammit. I'm fine. I know where I'm going, so leave me!" He barked, continuing to walk slowly toward the dinning hall. He was good at navigating the area, after running into everything dozens of times, you learn where everything is and how to avoid it. His parents had moved him onto the first floor of the home so that he didn't hurt himself because of his condition. He could sometimes make out the shapes around him, but never faces. Sometimes he saw a few bits of color, but he had long since forgotten what true colors really were.

"Ah, Itachi." His mother's voice cooed from the dining area. She rushed to her son and put her hands gently on his, warning him that she was right in front of him before embracing him tightly "Happy birthday, my boy. I can't believe you're finally of age."

He sighed and hugged his mother back, obviously he was not nearly as enthralled as she.

"That's right, you're a man now." His father, Fugaku stated, joining the two.

"Getting old, Nisan!" Sasuke teased, poking his brother in the ribs playfully.

Itachi flinched in surprise before yanking away from his mother and growling. "Just because I can't see you, doesn't mean I don't know where you are." He warned as he used his other senses to scan the area. He heard a tiny squeak of the floor to his right, and he lunged in it's direction, grabbing hold of his little brother and ruffling his hair.

"Ah!" Sasuke yelped. "Let go!" The younger Uchiha boy wiggled in defense, but dared not strike his brother.

Itachi chuckled darkly before releasing the little pest With a smirk. "You're such a baby."

"Itachi, that is not the way a young prince should behave." His mother, Mikoto warned, her voice laced with sternness.

"Especially one who is soon to be betrothed." His father added.

"Betrothed?!" Itachi exclaimed, casting his gaze in the direction. Who in their right mind would marry someone like me?

"Why yes, you'll start meeting potential wives today." His mother informed.

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"Where is Tenten?" Lord Momochi asked one of his servants as he passed through his gardens that were being tended to.

"Oh my Lord," the servant bowed her head in reverence of her master. "She should've been at her etiquette lesson. Is she not?"

"No, she is not!" The man boomed in response.

"I'm sorry I'm late, father!" The young brunette girl said as she rushed down the garden pathway and stopped in front of her father. Her hair was disheveled and there was dirt smudged on her cheek, it appeared as though she had been up to something she shouldn't.

"When will you ever learn, child? You are a young lady, you should not be out adventuring off on your own, doing what you please and acting as one of the boys!" Her father Zabuza scolded firmly.

"But father, I-"

"Do not argue with me! Get inside, you're late for your lesson." He ordered.

Without another word, the young woman rushed inside her palace and straight up to her room obediently. Ever since her mother passed away when she was young, she always searched to find her place. And in that process she realized that she was a young woman with ambition, who wanted to do whatever made her happy. She loved adventure, and danger. Anything they exhilarated her. But when it came to her father, there was just no room for it.

Tenten was a stubborn girl, and she didn't care of anyone's opinion about her, with the exception of her father's. She simply hated it when he disapproved of something she had done, though whatever he wanted her to do was the opposite of what she wanted. She was not the girly-girl that he had hoped for. She was more like the boys, stubborn, playful and fun.

Alas, she was torn. Her father had her whole future planned out for her. She would be meeting suitors soon, and her life would be over.