Forbidden Fables (NarutoxDisney)

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Where was I… hmmm…? Why did I skip yesterday release… oh right!

=[Beauty]=
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Unlike the intense typhoon of snow that blanketed the world outside, the dark and murky corridor stood ominously silent. The only clear that could be heard clearly was the slow and tempered footsteps of a brown-haired maiden of seventeen as she moved closer the grand staircase, the nexus point to all nine levels of the vast castle. The heavy front doors, which had allowed her inside and away from the cold of unending winter, were not locked, and when she did enter on her own accord, no blond greeted – or scolded – her.

Belle wanted to see blond-haired young man, Naruto, again. He was likely going to be her only friend in this dark and grim place; the place where she would stay until the days when cold winter replaced with warm summer. Sadly, as much as she'd hoped, there was no trace of the blond. Even looking around, it did not take her long to reach the bottom of the staircase from the entrance. Her room, the room she had been granted for the duration of her stay, was one level up from the ground level. Was it still there after her departure this morning?

Belle raised her fully gloved hand and eyed the crimson fabric for a prolonged moment. It was the same fabric that made up her magnificent and elegant gown. Needlessly to say, as a curious person, she was interested in how the magical garment could defy conventional logic and natural law of the physical world. Perhaps that was why it was called magical. If magic was not real then how could she explain his existence?

"Shall I return to my room?" Belle asked the glove. A mixture of hesitation and compliance was noted in her soft voice. Since she could not forsake her father to his death, her fate was sealed. Fighting him was not an option considering he could torture her aged father from a far without laying a single finger upon her. She did not wish to know her father had suffered due to her disobedience, and as such, she obeyed him as accordance to the promises she gave. Her body along with her wills – her sense of self – was no longer hers.

The deep voice of his did not come. He hadn't spoken to her from the moment she passed through the gate of the iron fence that surrounded the entire fortress. She pondered if he was ignoring her or simply that his 'consciousness' had somehow returned back to his body wherever it may be. The latter seemed more likely as she pondered more on it.

Belle rubbed her hands together for a full minute before ascending the steps to the upper level. She'd noted that he did not mind if she took thing to her own accord or speak her mind as long as they would not come in conflict with his as well. That alone had indicated he was not entirely heartless. His actions also reinforced her opinion.

"It would be quite a loss to me if you die here in the snow, Belle," he had told her before the swirling streams of strings along the air swopped down and wrapped around her nakedness once more. She still couldn't quite figure out why sometime he'd used her actually name over 'princess'. There must a reason to why he did so, but whatever that reason was, it still eluded her. "Follow my direction or you will be lost in this desolated place. The cold won't kill you under my protection, but hunger and thirst definitely will."

The demon, which he preferred to be called, implied her untimely death would be a loss in property. She didn't want to be known as something of the sort, but even so, he had to care sufficiently enough for his 'properties' in order to shelter and protect them from harm. He'd also allowed her adequate time to say her farewell to her father after helping her carrying him back into the carriage.

Belle smiled thinly at the thought as she reached the upper floor. That expression morphed into one of pure distress the moment her unclouded hazel eyes captured an unmoving body lying flatly against the reflective marble floor.

Not giving any thoughts or curiosities to how it was possible for the damages in the corridor to vanish completely in only a mere handful of hours, Belle rushed to his side and rolled his heavy frame over onto his back. There was no sign of external injury as far as she could tell with a quick examination. Her hand was about to touch his whiskered face to feel his temperature, but her delicate wrist was held in a bone-crushing grip.

– Beauty –

Naruto snapped open his crimson eyes as his nine furry tails twitched and regained life. He rolled his slit eyes to the side and captured a distressful expression of the brown-haired girl. He looked down and saw his hand gripping around her wrist. He quickly let her wrist go as he did not wish to crush it by accident again. The people in this world were quite fragile, and with a little force, they break like a twig.

Belle held her hand in discomfort once it was freed. Her wrist was not broken this time, but it was still quite painful. Fortunately, the pain would pass soon as all physical traumas eventually did. If not, she was sure he would heal her again as she was his property or so to speak. "Are you…"

"I am fine," Naruto interjected coldly and leered at Belle. His tails uplifted his body and placed it into an upright seated position. "You should take care of yourself before worrying about others, princess."

"I will not show any concern for you next time," Belle retorted with irritation. She flinched when he gripped her hand again. She trembled in fright, but instead of what she thought he would do due to her outburst, he only rubbed her wrist lightly. It was in an almost caring manner.

"Are you afraid of me?" Naruto asked with a blank expression.

"Yes, I am," Belle answered truthfully while gauging his expression, but sadly, she was unable to discern anything useable.

"As you should be," Naruto responded dryly and let the fragile wrist go. He then leaped off the ground in one fluid motion without any help of his tails before looking down at the brown-haired girl with hazel eyes. "Are you going to sit here all day, princess?"

"Of course not," Belle responded in a firm manner. She was about to get off the floor, but a single tail wrapped firmly around her slender waist and lifted her up into the air. She was then pulled towards the staircase as he was approaching it. "Can you please put me down? I can walk on my own."

"I know you can, but this way is faster," Naruto responded as he jumped off the ledge with the load in the air. He smirked amusingly as he heard her shocked and fearful scream. Two of his tails surged down and pressed against the floor to slow their descent to a crawl. "You can stop screaming and open your eyes now, princess."

Belle did as requested. "Please don't… don't do that…" she uttered as she placed hand upon her chest, feeling her heart trying to break out of her rib cage.

Naruto snorted. "You are not in a position to demand anything."

With her hand still pressed upon her heaving chest, her hazel eyes dropped towards the floor. It wasn't a demand, but a polite request. He obviously wouldn't listen to what she had to say, but the way he had stated it was strange.

"Will I be one day?" Belle questioned in a low tone of voice.

"Huh? Did you say something, princess?" Naruto questioned as he glared at her, taking away her voice in the process. When no response came, he left the staircase area and entered a nearby corridor. He passed by several doors before stopping at one.

Belle had wandered enough room on the ground and first level to know most of them were completely emptied, devoid of all things like furniture. She couldn't make out anything inside the moment the door was opened. Instead, she was thrown right through the opened entrance. She was beyond shock that he would do something so reckless, but her shock turned into surprise when her body crashed against the surface of water, and she sank below it.

Once Belle pulled herself above the water, she gasped and coughed out the liquid. The total darkness of the room was expunged when glowing crimson lines ran across the four walls and ceiling in zigzagging fashions. Even with the provided illumination, she couldn't see several meters away due to the rising steam. Her gown was removed when the red threads they were made of unwoven, shrank and wrapped themselves around her wrists, ankles and neck to something akin to tight bracelet.

Belle jerked back when she noticed something surged towards her beneath the watery surface. As soon as it latched onto her waist, she knew what it was. While she was being pulled along the water towards its owner beyond the obscuring fogs, she instinctively covered chest with an arm. The mist parted and streamed around her body as she passed them by. Eventually, the ledge of the pool could be seen along with a fairly muscular and very naked young man.

Belle was fuming, but refrained from shouting at him. She would enjoy the much needed bath after a few days of travel, but sadly, the pleasure she could have had turned into a shocking ordeal. She was thrown into the pool without a word of warning before dragging across it like some kind of ragdoll.

Taking a few deep breaths, Belle managed to calm herself with a few quick splashes. She then brushed her wet brown hair along with several chestnut colored strands to one side of her shoulder with a free hand before allowing the same hand to join with the one around her chest. She proceeded to eye him for a couple of seconds afterward. "You could have told me what you wanted me to do."

"You would take far too long and too hesitatant," Naruto responded nonchalantly as he eyed her face then lowered to see her chest. "Do you think you are beautiful, Belle?"

Aside from him using her actual name, the question had stunned her. It was too blunt, too direct, and perhaps, too bizarre. Everyone knew her believed she was beautiful, but no one – including her father – had ever asked if she thought she was beautiful. In fact, no one had truly asked what she thought about anything. "I… think I am."

"There's no need to be modest. Simple yes or no would suffice," Naruto pointed out.

A prolong handful of second passed as Belle stared at him thoughtfully. "Yes," she said confidently.

His expression remained unchanged. "If that's the case, then why do you hide it?"

Belle was a bit confused. She wasn't sure what he meant by his question. "I don't understand."

Naruto arched an eyebrow and pulled her much closer to him. With half an arm's length in between, he placed his hand upon her arms and pulled her hands away to reveal what they were hiding.

Unable to stop him from doing so, Belle immediately tried to sink herself into the comfortably heated water, but the tail wrapped around her waist had prevented her from doing so.

"Are you so ashamed of your beauty to the point that you must cover it up by any mean? If it was up to me, I would have you display your beauty whenever possible," Naruto asked, and a devious grin was plastered upon his face. "Oh wait, it is up to me."

Belle widened her eyes. "No… please don't," she protested rather weakly. Sadly, from her experience thus far, her opinions seemed to not matter when he made up his mind about what he wanted her to do. She gripped his tail under the surface tightly and looked directly at him. "Please don't make me."

Naruto matched her gaze and dropped the grin completely. "Beauty should be shown for everyone to enjoy, not hide away like it some kind of curse."

"But it's indecent…" Belle uttered.

"Indecent? There's no one here except me," Naruto snorted hastily.

With the comment, Belle thought he must have made a mistake. He apparently didn't count the blond-haired servant. She'd assumed Naruto to be a servant of sort, and she was about to ask but noticed his choice of wordings. He simply said only him. Did that mean she, who was with him half submerged in the steamy water, was not a person in his eyes? The answer saddened her greatly.

Naruto could feel the negative emotions emanating from Belle. That brought a smile to his features. He then brought her ever closer to him. She tried to stop the closure of the gap by pressing her hands upon his well-toned chest. Her fingers could feel the rippling muscles beneath the surface. They also felt many gashes. It was not the first time she saw him naked, and even as briefly that first time was, she did not see any scars. He must have acquired them since yesterday.

"Are you hurt?" Belle asked with all sincerity and concern in her town.

What she had asked stopped Naruto from pulling her any closer. His deep crimson eyes stared into her hazel for a very long second before shaking his head mildly. "You do know that I'm going to rape you, right?"

"Yes, I know," Belle responded softly as she slowly vacated her hands from his chest. What he was truly asking about was something else entirely. The answer was still the same, however.

"Hmm… tell me about your fiancée, Belle," Naruto asked with a small frown. He then pondered deep and hard why he had bothered to ask something of the sort. Whoever her fiancée was did not matter in the end.

For a couple of minutes, Belle did not know what to say. She was thinking the same thing. Why did it matter who her betrothed was in the end? For her father, she had given up everything that she was and would be.

"Gaston is…" Belle took more time than necessary to answer him, describing her fiancée as one of the most handsome, prosperous and popular she had ever meet.

"Basically you have told me nothing that I couldn't see for myself," Naruto responded after she was done. His frown deepened when she appeared to be oblivious. "If you can answer me these questions truthfully, I will let you go here and now. I will return you to your father and let you live the rest of your life with your fiancée."

Belle was surprise at his offer. Was there some sort of unseen string attached? She tried to find it, but none could be found. "You would…?"

"Yes, it's a promise," Naruto replied with a nod. "What is his passion? What is his goal? What is his ambition? What is his dream?"

"His passion is…" Belle began confidently. She tried to recall what his passion was, but her mind came up emptied. Now that she thought about it, her betrothed had never truly told her anything about himself, only he knew what his passion, his goal, his ambition, and his dream were. All she knew of him was all she saw and seen for herself from the outside. He could be away from home for months on one of his many voyages, thus the time they had spent together barely amount to what ones might had considered as true coupling. Her hazel eyes widened as she realized the painful truth. Did she truly know her future husband?

"I don't know. I… really don't know," Belle sobbed as she dropped her head and slopped her shoulders.

Naruto allowed the brown-haired a handful of seconds before raising her head with his fingers upon her chin. "Did you, the person known as Belle, really accept the marriage on your own will?"

"… No," Belle whimpered with tears. She did not truly accept the proposed marriage out of love or even for herself. It simply was for her father since he wanted her to have a good place after he was gone. She wanted him to be happy so she accepted.

His crimson eyes twitched when he felt a plethora of emotion conflicting inside her. She truly did not know what she wanted in life. Had she lived entirely for her father's sake? Regardless what she was feeling, he had a promise to uphold. "It looks like you lose, princess, so let's us continue."

Belle wrapped her hands together, trying to stop them from shaking as her body was pulled closer. Her perky breasts were pressed lightly against his bare chest. Her face was directly in front of his, allowing her to feel every breaths he exhaled washing over her nose and lips. "Will it hurt?"

"Yes, at first, but it is quiet enjoyable afterward," Naruto responded with a smile. His tails wrapped around her arms and legs slowly and carefully.

"Please… I don't want to be held down," Belle requested, and for the first time, he granted it without countering it with something else.

– To be continued –

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