{Authors' Note} hello my readers, the following story is basically my remake of the original Turkish Beauty and the Beast story. Though many are familiar with disney's version of the story it was in fact not at all accurate to the original tale. The original was very dark and originally thought of as a 'horror/romance' story. So once again this is my take on it, I have made some changed to it not very many except for the actual apperence of the beast and some slight changes in ordering of the story.

Also I do highly suggest this to people to watch. I saw it one day on turner classic movies and it was in black and white, with original Turkish lines and subtitiles. The story was anything but boring and plain and for the time it was made the special affects were AMAZING! I loved this movie so much, I think it was like a 4 hour movie but totally worth it. The plot twists were amazing too.

Also this isi based some time in like the 1700's- super early 1800's

DISCLAIMOR: do not own naruto or any of its characters as it is owned entirely by Masashi Kishmoto since like 1999 and I do not own any rights at all to the original Turkish or Disney remake of beauty and the beast. I do however own the OC's of Sakuras' parents.

Chapter 1

Tresspass

It only took one wrong turn for the forest he walked in daily to turn against him and become quickly a maze of thorned bushes and unfamiliar sounds. His breath formed mist as he pushed through thicket looking for a familiar path. It seemed that the further he went in the forest the more so the plants seemed to dull, the leaves lost their luster, the flowers grew tired of holding their budding positions, the trees withered. His sense of direction diminished, the treetops overhead covered the sky, the morning sun that should now be seen rising was blotched out and missed. The bushes grew more dense and seemed to reach out for his feet, the weeds seemed to lie in wait to trip him, the thorned bushes seemed to prick with his passing as if hoping to entangle and hold him down. He felt the presence of the surrounding plant life grow with an intensisty that escaped him. He hurried his pace feeling a rush, a need to get away form the forests ever lasting stare. Then he found himself caught in it, the forests stare, it held his gaze and enticed him closer. Begged him to come and take a look, come and enjoy a smell, partake in its engulfing scent- if only for an instant, and so he did. A single white rose, in the midst of a bush so covered with thorns and dead leaves. It made him powersless that single rose, and though he stopped himself half way, knowing he needed to get home he found that he couldn't deny the rose. He walked up to it, towering over it smooth white petals, and enjoyed a whiff of it. So sweet and sugary it smelled, he found that he couldn't stop himself and soon found himself kneeling on the ground, face deep in the flower breathing in despretely as if it were the last thing he would ever smell, the last breaths he would ever take. His green eyes soon closed, his heart beat faster, his fingers found themselves around the stem of the and before he could realize it he had plucked it from the bush and it withered away. Its leaved turned a wrinkled white, its stem turned black, its scent had turned bitter and rotten. He pulled himself away and gazed at it, a marvel he found in his hand, a flower that could smell so sweet when left and so bitter when plucked. Quickly he lost interest and dropped it, he stood and couldn't believe his eyes, the forest originally turning barren and dieing had found a bloom. The trees bore white roses and buds, the bushes all had dropped their thorns and sprouted white roses. The forest filled quickly with the sweet sugary scent and he himself dared to contimplate forgetting his home, his life and staying there in that very spot to spend his remaining breaths smelling the roses.

'So marevlous' he thought 'how could I leave such beauty, as a man I fear I cannot but also I question, how can I be so selfish with it? Can I not as a man of honor take one to my daughters? So they too can enjoy in its splendor? Can love its beauty as much as I? Nay I would not remain a man if I were to deny my flash and blood a chance at this.'

So he decided, to take a flower, a lone flower that would keep its smell even when plucked back to his daughters. So he began to pick, he plucked from every bush but each rose remained like the first- they withered and dried and grey stale in smell. So he began to climb the trees and from them he hung and pulled and pluck the flowers and each still did wither and die. Hours later he found that everything around him was died and dying, smelled of carcusses and kept no such beauty as before. He sat and wallowed at the base of the last tree he had plucked the finals roses from. He stared at the bare trees and bushed and wondered when they would grow back.

' What a pointless journey this had been, a shortcut through the forest to turn to a maze to turn again to a hope to die and stay withered. What god is playing tricks on me now I wonder, what laugh they may be holding as great a laugh as any I would think.'

His green eyes grew dim as his muscles grew tired and he searched around him. Browns and rotting yellows crowded his sight and he saw no sign of a path out or a rose to fetch. Then a crunching, a small, light crunching was heard, followed shortly by the light passing of a breeze. He looked, following it the breeze and saw a faint white spot, maybe ten trees away. He walked towards it. 'Surley this cannot be' he thought as he walked. The closer he got the more and more it looked like a rose. 'What tricks must be played on me now.' He thought sure that it was not a rose but yet another plot played on him by a histerical god. To his surprise it was indeed a rose, more white and nearly twice the size as the others he had picked. Though he was feet away from it he could still smell it as if he were buried in it. His hopes grew as he stretched his hand out to pluck it. He reached and disappeared behind the tree it was next to. 'Surley a god is whole heartedly laughing' he thought in defeat. He turned the corner to see if it still remained and what he saw shocked him to the very bone.

Before him stood a large crow, the likes of whitch he had never seen. Its' chest reached above his gaze, his feathers were long and lustrus, his feet and legs were thick, black and looked of pure quartz crystal. They shined and seemed almost transparent. His beak seemed to be as sharp as a blade and nearly as long as the mans wingspan. His eyes lay on either side, and resembled two fist sized black pearls. Around his neck a golden chain was adorned with a large red ruby, the size of the mans face and served as the clasp to this chain. Covering his wings and hanging from his back was a purple velvatine lined, royal blue cloak.

The man stood speechless for a while and his eyes grew to fit the whole figure within his gaze. As realization of just why he had turned the corner struck him he noticed the rose, held in the beats' beak.

"What a creature, what a splendid wonderous creature!" he proclaimed. "What a beast, a pet unlike that I have ever before come to know. What humor for it to be dressed as royalty, to be adorned with such fine cloth and jewels, it must be owned and loved greatly." He looked around him at the forest. "But to be kept in such a place is beyond my reasoning."

The beast looked down on him, stared him over and stepped in place. It bent down to his level and black pearl met with a small green marble. The man, now quite comfortable with the creature, reached out for the rose and pulled it from its beak. To an even greater shock to him the rose did not die, why he could have sworn it actually smelled better. He pulled in close and imursed himself in its fragrence.

"My daughters will be pleased." He said happily.

"Should they now? I would hope after you have ruined my garden with your filth and killed off the flowers with your touch!" the bird spat, its' voice deep and angered.

The man had dropped to the ground, one shock too many had done him in and the beast stood over him, watching carefully at how he breathed.

***********************Couple of Days Later*********************

A bed, covered with silken sheets so soft you thought you were laced with ribbon. Sleep so good you thought you were just born. These were what the man had awoken to. He had passed out that mush he could recall, but to who rescued him and were he was he found that he was for a loss of explanation. He rose from his bed and looked at the room about him. Large pearly white walls encased him. A single window, the only window entrigued him so he walked up to it to inspect it. He tapped on what he thought was glass and it radiated a sound like that heard from the tipping of his crystal glasses at home.

'Pure crystal' he thought with a smile. 'A sign of royalty, and to be so kind as to save a man as meeger as I is kingheated.' His smile grew.

He walked off to a table near by and found it held a small mirror on its own stand and a vase holding the very rose he had held just a few days earlier. Pulling the mirror to his face he saw in it his three daughters, sobbing for their father in their home rather then himself. He placed it as it was and walked out of his chambers.

The hallway he came into seemed to stretch for miles and miles, a single burgundy carpet was all that he could see. Walking down it taking his time, looking for another person, anyone, or even a door but he came across none. He kept at it- the walking and ahead he saw a faint glow, as if it were a floating candle.

Creeping closer he found it to be a dinning table set for two. Three candles were set in the middle of the table just around a vase filled to the brim with rotten roses. Each candle was being held up by a golden hand that seemed to be attached to the table and were covered in melted wax from over time. The table itself was made of a rich red wood that was covered with a red velvet, golden fringed, table cloth. Small emerald studded tassels hung over each corner of it, just above the legs of the table. Set on it were a collection of porcelan and silver plates, overlaped on each other. A set of golden utensils rested to the right of them and just above that was a pair of crystal glasses, one for wine and another for water. The chair before him was carved out of the same red wood as the table, and seemed to resemble a vine that had knotted and twisted itself into a wooden armchair with golden studs and red velvatine cushioning. He attempted to pull the chair out and before he could reach it, it had pulled itself out. He began to sit in it and it pushed itself back into the table and kept him in place. His plates had moved themselves, so that the pair were next to each other rather then on top of. A selection of dishes had appeared before him, carved of ivory and rimmed with gold furnishings. He grabbed the top of each dish and removed it and before him lay a spread of tender roasted meats, fine cheeses, and a bowl filled with ripe and juicy fruit. To his wonder, the food had served itself onto his plate and they covered themselves back up and disappeared. He had eaten to his hearts content and had grown a bit thirsty. When he looked for a bottle of wine a bottle appeared, it too was made of crystal and was filled with a ruby-red concoction. It too just like the food had served him and he watched in amazement as one of the golden hands holding a candle had released it. Even more to his amazement the candle remained in the air as the hand had removed the cap and poured him a glass. He drank his wine and sat in peace at the table, feeling very content. He looked about and it seemed that in the course of this meal the hallway that he had originally found himself in had expanded and turned to a dim room furnished with a fireplace. It seemed to also be carved of ivory and was held up by two pillars that were shaped like young maidens. Their gaze being fixed on opposing sides of the room, hair in curly bunches hanging down their shoulders. He looked all around him and wasn't able to make out the rest of the room as it was too dark to see that which was only a few feet away form him.

"How will I get back to my room?" he thought "How will I retrieve my rose for my daughter?"

Then his stare fell to that of the bushel of roses before him in the glass. Thought hey were dead and wrinkled then gave no odor. He clasped his hand around one and a thorn had pricked his finger, it made him bleed and watched as his blood poured into the vase. It mixed with the water and soon blended in and he watched with wide eyes as the flower did rejuvenate. Both their color and smell did return, though still not as great as that of the rose back in his room. He pulled it into his inner coat pocket and rose from his seat.

Searching for a wall in the dark so that he could navigate his way through the room to the exit, however he found none and got lost in the rooms darkness. He turned behind him and saw no dim candle-light or that of the fireplace. He spun around and still could not see any reminder of the area that he was once in. Continueing his pace into the depths he began to smell the faint odor of smoke and soon found himself in yet another hallway. It was much shorter then the first and housed in it six heads that lined the walls, their mouths released a blackened smoke and their hair was made up of flames. At the end of this he found a small corridor that when opened, took him back to the same forest from before, covered in white roses.

{Authors' Note} okay so hey people! This was chapter 1 it took a lot longer to type up then I thought it would. This is quickly becoming super fun to write and one of my favorites I have written, it comes in third just after DRIED BEATS and CRYSTAL CHERRY BLOSSOM. Hmmmmm. So yeah hope you all enjoyed, and a slight warning for the next chapter, it is going to be really really really like mega short, like 2 pages max. so don't freak when I post it mkay? Please review as my poor little fingertips are crying to hear some positive comments! And you don't wanna let down my fingers do you? :'( hope not. (joke)