It's a short beginning but hey, whatever. This story was actually meant to go in th Beauty and Beast direction but I cut that out pretty quick as I was typing. It just happened. So I don't own Naruto and from what I've been hearing, I really wish I did. It's pissing me off. That's the reason I haven't watched since the semester ended. That, and no wifi.
A shadow moved through the halls with an aura of death following him. His task was tedious. It had been done hundreds of times before and he wished with what little bit of humanity he had left, beings would stop pestering him. Mortals should fear immortals- not go searching for them. If this was the way of the world, then perhaps he should die. It was something he could escape but couldn't capture.
He paused at the small sounds of sobs from somewhere in his halls. It was a woman. She was scared. The beast smiled with pleasure- something he hadn't done in a long time. Quickly and quietly, he crept through his castle searching for her. From his time here, it didn't take long to find his prey curled up against the wall. She didn't even notice the being was there before his deathly aura weighed upon her. When she looked up, frozen, he observed her and took in her features. In most cases, he wouldn't but she was different.
Her dark hair fell past her shoulders, stopping at her waistline. Though it was dark, he could see her eyes were a pale lilac. Her skin was almost pearl white. She was very enticing if he were to say so himself. Her gown hugged every curve the woman had and the blue material shimmered. A simple, blue ribbon acted as a headband with a few thick strands framing her face.
He bent down low and reached a hand forward but she jerked away, too afraid to let him near. "D-Don't touch m-me!" She demanded fearfully, however her eyes showed bravery.
"You came here." The beast reminded as he sat there, crouched in front of her. "You're mine now." His voice, like normal, was gravelly and commanding. Here was someone who was afraid- and a woman no less.
The young woman's eyes widened for a mere second before she lowered her head and she wrapped her arms around herself. "Then… Then kill me." The monster titled his head in curiosity and confusion. "The stories… You capture and do what you want to them. You torture and murder innocent people-"
"I get it but," she glanced at him. "They're wrong. Your people come here on their own. If I catch you here, of course I'll play with you."
"Wh-What are you going to do to me?"
The immortal had to think. This was the longest conversation he had had with someone else in a while. It would be nice to have some company after this. There were multiple ways in but he controlled the way out. She couldn't escape. He smiled and held out a hand. "Tell me about yourself."
Her eyes widened in shock and slight happiness but there was also a sadness and fear that lingered, giving the monster a feeling of delight. He prayed those feelings would stay. He needed a toy and her negativity was his ticket to fun. "Th-Thank you-"
"Do not think I am being kind." He interrupted. "I have been alone for a very long time. All I want is some fun."
She tucked her knees closer to her chest. "Fun?"
"Your negative emotions. Humans carry such powerful negativity in their hearts; it's fun to mess with it."
The young woman shook and bowed her head, contemplating. "No."
"What?" he responded angrily. Who was she to tell him no?
"I've suffered far too much in life to be berated by someone like you! By someone who-"
He grabbed her and pulled her by her throat to meet his face. She whimpered quietly and her already reddened eyes became teary. "That life is gone. Anything from before entering my domain… It's all a memory. This is what you're living now!" He dropped her, feeling something familiar on his claws. He cursed himself and let his eyes dart over. She held the back of her neck, looking as if she were in pain. He moved closer but she crawled back. He growled and yanked her in his direction, dragging her across the floor.
"Let me go." She demanded fearfully as he flipped her onto her stomach and sat on top of her.
He observed her scratch, watching as it grew and burned her skin. If this was any other human being, she would be dead by now. Instead, it was taking its damned time- not that he didn't care. He did. It was just very confusing and odd. He placed his hand against it, willing it to stop. When he pulled away, all that was left was four-clawed scar. "Who are you?" he demanded. There was only a certain kind of people who could slow the process.
"Pl-Please get o-off f-first." She pleaded, uncomfortable with their position.
"Tell me who and what you are then we'll see." He needed to know.
"Hinata," She answered quietly. He pressed for more. "Hyūga. I'm a shinobi from the Leaf Village."
He growled, shoving her into the floor. "Why are you here?"
Fear over took Hinata and she quickly spoke, rambling. "My family… Th-They sent me here. Someone has been murdering the village people and everyone suspects you. I was sent here because only a shinobi can subdue you… They chose me to come here because I am weak. They hoped I would die." She blurted out, breaking down shortly after.
He climbed off and stepped back. "Go and tell your village I'm not killing your precious people but I will gladly help whoever it is if your village ever thinks of sending someone here again, understand?"
Her cries subsided and she sat up, wiping her eyes. "You're… letting me go?"
The beast closed his eyes. When he opened them and waved his hand, a light appeared at the end of the hall. His blood red irises landed on Hinata and he grinned maliciously. "Run."
