Summary: In a land full of fantasy, one can normally predict what is going to happen next, only, for Naruto, his life just took an unpredictable turn.

Pairing: Itanaru, onesided sasunaru

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Naruto

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Words: 2594

The Beauty Is Mine

Chapter Four

True Beginning

The bright trail of the countryside weaved around and across wondrous hills. In the background, over the tall pines, stood a large mountain range, its points dulled and useless at the top. Half closed eyelids drooped more as onyx eyes fogged, sleep pulling at the person. The large carriage wheels dipped into a large crater, bouncing everyone that was touching the slick wooden structure. Onyx eyes widened in that instant, sleep retreating as the person become more aware, awake.

Itachi sat up a bit causing his violet tinted black hair to fall from his shoulder only to trail down his back, rubbing against the cushioned back. Annoyed he leaned forward and grasped where the tie was and pulled the static clung hair off his back and onto his shoulder, his hand running down to the end, releasing the electricity from it. For a few minutes he continued to run his hand though his hair while the soft strands fell softly against his chest.

He slowly trailed off and went back to staring out the window, his eyes drooping again as his thoughts wandered again. His little brother was getting married. For some reason Itachi couldn't wrap his mind around the concept. Wasn't it normally the eldest son who married first and not the young, barely adult, one? He sighed again as the wheels dipped into another pothole.

"Pein how much longer." Even his voice sounded boring which was very annoying since he was use to the velvet texture of it.

"An hour or so your highness." Pein himself sounded just as bored as he was. He would need to remember to slip the man some extra money for doing this.

Itachi went back to staring out the small window, the country side. How he hated to travel around this stupid country by carriage. Personally if he could he would have avoided this all by riding a horse or something. But he had been asked by the counsel who deemed him unable to travel alone due to the increase in bandits and whatnot. It didn't matter to him really since he could defend himself but the elders wanted to know he would be save.

"Stupid old fools," he muttered as he now glared out the small window and at the perfect world outside his cold, dank palace. "I'll have to do something about them soon."

It was getting close to the time that they must serve their purpose and die...

But it would have to wait a bit, after all, Madara was getting married. He didn't know what to do. Was he suppose to give them his blessing or gods? The headman wasn't very specific in the letter he had sent, nothing but 'Madara-kun is getting married to a lovely young woman on April twenty-fourth.' He remembered when he had read the letter, how shocked he had been and how much he was surprised. Again the idea that he should marry first crossed his mind. But he didn't have time to do that now. There was a kingdom to keep together, a wedding to get though, and to survive the constant wave of annoyance of the counsel.

How he hated everything. Thinking it through though Itachi did notice something: everything was wrong and turning out all wrong. There was no one in his life, he was a ruler alone, and best yet he was suffering from the bleeding wounds he was inflicting on himself. When he sent Madara away he felt as though he had ripped himself in two. The half that he loved and yet hated, the brother half went with his brother while the half that he had formed when his mother and father had been alive now grew at a remarkable rate. Every part of him had changed except his interest in other people.

No one could hold his attention for long, even all those beautiful princesses around his country and the noble women who flirted with him constantly at all social events he had to attend. There was no spark for him, nothing that drew him in to at least get to know each one individually. Hell he didn't even know what he wanted or could be close to in a person!

The carriage dipped in another pothole, startling him back from his thoughts. He couldn't wait to get out of this bloody thing...

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'Talk about showy...' Itachi looked in shock at the large chamber of the church. The walls banners where white with blue outlining it, patterns shaped into elegant animals outlined in navy. The benches were covered with rose petals and at the ends of them were large bouquets of lilies tied with large white bows. It was a very white place, almost too white for the king. Itachi liked his rooms comfortable, less bright and not so...plain.

Though it was very interesting that despite the brightness of the chamber like room, a large elegant wooden cross was at the head of it. That went to show that his brother was perhaps a follower of God. The idea was rather amusing to the King who had no belief for God himself, just in the people who can support the book. He had naturally read it but he had never thought that this one being was able to create this sinful world and that it was at fault of one woman that the human race had to suffer.

God never intended to love humans at all.

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The headman is an idiot thinking that Itachi had come just to be able to talk with the man was laughable if not for the fact that his brother was giving him the death glare all throughout the wedding. If Itachi hadn't been the older brother and the king he may not have noticed but because he was both these things he could tell.

Madara was angry still that much was easy to tell. Though if the king was truthful he had never expected his little brother to forgive him. The Uchiha's had this habit of holding grudges and staying angry for long periods of time. A very nasty little habit their ancestors had passed down the line.

Soon after he had forced himself to pass on 'Gods' blessing Itachi had politely bowed out before being invaded by all the guests. He didn't want to have to deal with it right now, he just wanted to get out of this place. The aura of Konoha had gotten darker since Madara had moved here and he was sure it was his own fault.

As Itachi slipped to the outer edge of the village he saw Pein and two horses. "What's this?" He called when he was ten feet away.

"I know you didn't enjoy the carriage so I thought you might want to go bare back on the way home." Pein was a kind man when he wanted to then. It wasn't an inherited trait from his mother who had died with the queen.

"Thank you Pein."

"A pleasure your majesty."

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The ride home was much more comfortable than before as Itachi and his steed raced across the countryside, occasionally joined by Pein who was always behind him. Apparently Itachi had the faster horse. He looked down at the beautiful horse, it's long golden mane spread over his fingers which gripped at it's tan like fur while the creature ran on though the land. Already he could see the castle and it had only been an hour or two at most.

He pulled gently at the fur between his fingers and the horse stopped almost at once. He waited for thirteen minutes before his companion came into sight. A small smirk showed on his lips before disappearing as he turned and urged the horse forward, toward his home.

His hell...

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A Few Days Later

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The terrible sounds of screaming echoed thought the forests, causing not only the guards to jump in panic but also the maids. The only one who did nothing was a raven who looked out his window, a large smile spread across his face.

"Free from them now..."

Itachi continued to listen as the counsel was put to death in his forest.

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Seven and a Half Months Later

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'Uchiha Itachi.'

Quick pale hands grabbed another piece of thick paper. His quick onyx eyes raced across the words when at last they reached the ever familiar line.

X

'Uchiha Itachi.'

Signing his name was one of the best practices he knew since he had become king. Although there was nothing else he really could do outside this little world of 'Document Signer' that he was in everyday. He switched the expensive paper for a different kind of paper. The feel was not as heavy as the other documents, it was much to light...almost like writing paper or a page from a book.

Under normal circumstances Itachi wouldn't even bother reading it but perhaps it was the lack of caring and curiosity that made his eyes wander the paper with critical eyes. As he digested more and more of the small but strong words on the paper anyone could feel the anger rolling off the Uchiha. Anger at the nerve that some people had to ask so much of him, to beg him to take away people's freedom.

Making same sex marriages and practice illegal was denying half the country their rights to love another man or woman. Rage clawed at him from the inside now, screaming at him to destroy the people who wrote this to him. The people who asked him to stop people's rights.

He threw the paper over his shoulder, pushed himself out of his large chair and walked way from his desk. Urging himself to leave the unfinished work behind, he exit the room, his robe flowing behind him.

The king stalked down the corridor, pleased that it was empty for one, it worked better for him if he could think in silence. Personally Itachi had no problem with the same sex being together, he did have his guards that did things together and then there was the small part of himself that liked gazing at men.

Lately the young king had been having this interesting dream, it was always the same to him and that was what annoyed him to hell an back.

A large wooden bed was pushed into a corner surrounded by dozens of soft pillows. Soft flannel sheets lay perfectly over a large mattress. Every surface of it was smooth and bright. All of it was perfect except the corner that the walls meet where a large potion of the bed was crumpled together, messed up all due to the small blond huddled there. His hare body glimmered as the light reflected off the white sheets, his blond locks clung to his forehead and neck, sweat glistening even in the dark night.

Even hunched over the boy gave the impression of natural beauty. Every part must have been sculpted, not by man but the gods themselves. This small blond was perfect in every way possible. Except for the small tear stains on his rosy cheeks. Tears that fell from beautiful ocean eyes...

Annoyed Itachi raised his fist and hit one of the many body armours that were standing in the hall, empty and gathering dust day after day. A small dent appeared on the chest plate as a cloud of dust flew off the metal structure and into the air, spinning and dancing in the large space. Before they could blow away naturally Itachi moved forward again and caused the clouds to spin into opposite directions, never to return together.

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There are times where when you're angry it's best if your left alone, other times when your angry it's best to let someone take care of you. Itachi ran these words though his head as he ran into Pein who looked shocked. The two hadn't had much to do with each other in the past few months and it felt odd running into each other like this. When they had returned Itachi had been scowled and Pein had been demoted as a private guard to now a cleaning boy for a year. Itachi had to admit it was unfair since the elders had no right to be telling his guard what to do but Pein had asked for it to be let go.

It had been on of the first times that someone had insisted that the the king not do something and slightly shocked, he had let it go. But now he felt that perhaps Pein should be kept as a cleaning boy. He had been forced to wear a pair of tight pants much like what the butlers had to wear but his shirt was very exposive. Everyone could see though the thin cloth easily and it was easy to tell when the oranged haired male was cold. Right now the man was cold, his nipples pointed.

Itachi felt his large friend down below quiver a bit. "Pein...come with me." It was getting close to the time that Itachi found out if or if not he was attracted to men...

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"Itachi-sama." Pein's voice was pleading as Itachi dominated him, forcing their mouths together and their bodies to grind together.

"Shh you behave and I won't make you do this anymore." Itachi's voice, velvet goodness, swirled false hope into the man's heart. Itachi was a liar, never willing to let go of something he liked, Pein was his enjoyment now. Just his and only his.

The frightening thing for him though was not the fact he was enjoying himself but that the things he was doing to Pein he had dreamed he was doing to a certain blond boy in his dreams, only there it had been beyond pleasure. Here in Itachi's room it was just lust, nothing more nothing less that that.

Gently he unbuttoned the orange haired man's pants, his tongue leaving a trail down from his mouth to the males neck. "Ha-ah Itachi-sama." Pein's eyes were half closed now as Itachi's leg pushed against his member.

"Shh I'll be sure not to push you to far." As the button became undone Itachi slid his hand inside and pulled off Pein's pants, pushing them out of the way of his exploitative hand.

"Hnn stop." His hand froze as the edge of his fingers started pulling the thin boxers down,

"Excuse me?"

"Ha don't do this...my girlfriend will kill me if she found out." Pein's body trembled as Itachi blew his hot breath across his skin.

"Your girlfriend...does she do these things to you?" He gripped the band of Pein's boxers and pulled them down.

Shock rolled though the orange haired man before his hands pushed the Uchiha away from him. Startled and yet expecting this Itachi let it happen and watched as Pein ran awkwardly away, pulling his pants up and straightening his shirt.

"Positive now..."

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Thirteen Days Later

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A loud knock echoed throughout the castle, waking the sleeping inhabitants and catching the attention of the king who was just heading off to his room himself. Feeling that he should be the one to answer it he walked ever so elegantly down the stairs, never once skipping a step. After climbing down all one hundred and seventeen steps he finally reached the main floor. But there was a servant that reached the door first,

"Good evening madam."

"Good evening yourself." the voice was like that of milk chocolate, "May I speak with the king?"

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a/n: aren't I evil? -laugh- yea well I thought that I would continue but then it occurred to me that if I did then the next chapter would be REALLY short so I opted for this. I know it's a cliffy and I don't think it's that bad...a bit annoying but most people do that in the end. Now the time period is kind confusing and yet it's not so if you have questions I'll answer them. 3

TTUL all!!

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