CinderSasuko

By ElwynWanderer

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Summary: Sasuko grew up slaving away for her evil stepfamily. But thanks to a fairy godfather named Kakashi, she can finally achieve her dreams by marrying a prince and making everyone green with envy. AU, Fem!Sasuke.

Disclaimer: Please, if I owned Naruto this fic would be a bestseller. (Um, I hope.)

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Chapter One: In Which the Heroine's Family is Introduced

Once upon a time, in the far away land of Konoha, there lived a beautiful girl named Sasuko Uchiha. She had two older brothers named Itachi and Obito, and all three of them loved each other very much and got along with each other very well, despite being siblings. They and their parents were a wealthy family who lived in a mansion just on the edge of Konoha Forest, and aside from the untimely death of Sasuko's mother, nothing occurred that could possibly mar their happiness.

That is, until their father died a while before this story begins, around the time when Sasuko was just becoming a teenager. Then Uncle Madara took charge of the Uchiha siblings' upbringing. Madara was a friendly guy who did his best to help his nephews and niece overcome the tragedy of their loss. He managed the Uchiha Inheritance responsibly - something his brother hadn't really tried to do - so that the money could help Itachi, Obito, and Sasuko instead of being used for frivolous things that no one really needed or cared for. However, Uncle Madara's merely middle-class job as a business manager of a general store (menial by Uchiha standards) didn't pay enough to maintain his wards' extravagant lifestyle, and even with the help of Itachi and Obito, who were both old enough to help out in the shop, the family had to cut back on luxuries, including the servants.

This meant that Sasuko, who was the only person at home after school, had to take over the duties of the servants. She was quite resentful about this new arrangement, and quickly became convinced that Uncle Madara disliked her for her ungodly good looks and mad dancing skills and because of this made Sasuko work like a slave. To her family's bewilderment, she began to lash out at them at the slightest provocation. She thrived on drama, and after a while this became her way of life.

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"Sasuko, are you busy tonight?" Obito asked his little sister when he walked through the front door of the Uchiha Mansion and cautiously removed his orange-tinted goggles from his sensitive eyes. "Because the Inuzukas are throwing an awesome party, and Itachi and I are going."

Sasuko, who was wearing an apron over her blue-and-tan plaid dress, glared at her brother so fiercely that he brought his goggles down over his eyes again, just in case Sasuko decided to throw something at him as she often did. "You two have fun," the spiky-haired beauty said icily, making a point of mopping the entrance hall as she spoke.

"Well, um, I meant, I was wondering if you wanted to come along," Obito stammered.

Sasuko might have come up with a retort that would leave her poor big brother in tears, but just then Itachi walked in through the door. His timing was perfect. Heck, everything about him was perfect, and it drove Sasuko crazy. She wasn't jealous or anything (her good looks and dance skills were better than even Itachi's, after all), but it was her infuriatingly perfect brother's fault that she was stuck doing chores for Uncle Madara.

"What's going on?" Itachi asked in a perfect rich baritone voice as he surveyed the entrance hall with his perfect dark eyes partly concealed by his perfect black hair. Ooh, it just made Sasuko want to puke! And kill him, too, let's not forget that part.

Obito edged toward Itachi as if to escape from Sasuko. "Nothing, Bro, I just was trying to invite Sasuko along with us to the party the Inuzukas are having," he admitted, rather timidly.

As if on cue the two young men looked at their sister for an answer. Sasuko huffed and jammed the mop into the bucket by her feet. "Will you quit it with the teasing? You worthless idiots know Uncle Madara would never let me go to a party and have fun. So stop rubbing it in my face and get out of my entrance hall while I'm trying to clean it!"

"Hey, hey, relax Sis," Obito appealed anxiously. "We'll convince Uncle Madara to let you come with us. You've done so much that you deserve a break every now and then. Right, Itachi?"

Itachi allowed himself a small smile, the smug jerk, and nodded. "Of course you deserve to have some fun. You haven't been out in ages. We'll talk to Uncle Madara, and…"

"Oh, shut up!" Sasuko was out for blood, and both of her brothers knew it. "Why are you always acting so fake-nice when we all know you aren't really going to go to Uncle Madara? You have so much fun, don't you, gloating over the fact that I'm forced to work like a slave while you guys get to go out and have fun? And then on top of that you pretend to help me, like my feelings are some elaborate joke you can pull!" Sasuko drew herself up in self-righteous fury. "Well, I'm sick of it! Get out of my entrance hall while I'm trying to clean! OUT! OUT!"

"Your entrance hall?" a fatherly voice drifted down the stairs. "My, my, aren't we ambitious?" Sasuko whirled around to see her dreaded Uncle Madara leaning casually over the banister with a sardonic smile on his face, his slightly bloodshot eyes roving the room below.

"Uncle Madara, can Sasuko come with us to the party tonight?" Obito blurted before he lost his sudden bout of courage. Madara chuckled softly.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt. But, Sasuko, if you want to go you'll need to wear something more appropriate."

The blue-clad girl tossed her raven hair disdainfully. "No thank you, I'm not going to go. This is all some sort of practical joke, I know it is, and I won't be a part of it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go dust the upstairs curtains."

She stormed out of the room, and the three Uchiha males looked at each other in confusion.

"What's her deal?" fumed Obito as he once again deemed it safe enough to lift his goggles. "She wasn't like this before Father died."

"Teenagers," Madara shrugged. "They always think someone's out to get them and steal their rights and make them into slaves. You were the same once, you know, Obito." Obito looked horror-stricken. "But you got better when you met Rin," his uncle added as an afterthought.

"I bet Itachi was never like that," Obito said with a glance at his big brother.

"Itachi was a result of your parents' wish for a perfect son," Madara pointed out. "Of course he was never like that. He's been this mature since…"

"Since about when I was six years old," Itachi said with the shadow of a grin, which, for him, was like glomping everyone in sight with a smile that split one's face in half.

"But Sasuko…" Madara rubbed his temples wearily. "That girl is something else entirely. I think she genuinely believes I'm trying to make her a slave, when really, every legal guardian has to discipline their teenagers and enforce rules. You two are old enough to look after yourselves; Sasuko isn't."

"But she acts like we're all out to get her!" Obito burst out. "She's so moody all the time, not like her old self at all! I miss my little sister!"

Itachi spoke up. "Don't worry about Sasuko. Leave her to her scheming fantasies for now, and then she'll wake up one day to have grown out of it like everyone does. You did, Obito."

His younger brother blushed, and Madara nodded. "Yes, she'll grow up, and all we have to do is wait. What could go wrong?"

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Elsewhere in Konoha, a gray-haired man with fairy wings giggled as he read his copy of Cinderella. Oh how he loved giving others Happily Ever Afters modeled after his favorite stories.