Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and TV Tokyo. Also, the plot for this story was based off an animated movie called Strange Magic that I saw on Netflix once, although of course it's filled with my own little twists.

Sasori

"News from the border, your highness."

Harsh brown eyes moved over, falling on the dark blue-winged faerie who kneeled before him. When he rose once more, he stood slightly over six feet tall, allowing him to tower over the king. Even so, some say that the shorter someone is, the closer they were to hell. This statement was in every way true when it came to the bog king, otherwise known as Sasori Akasuna.

He was ruthless, and said to be one of the darkest and cruelest rulers in the history of the dark forest. He was easily annoyed, and he never showed mercy. Even on those he called his friends, there was no second chance whatsoever. Kisame knew this quite well, and for that reason he was extra careful not to provoke his king.

"What is it, Kisame?"

"Haku reported back that a male fairy crossed the border into the dark forest."

"Assemble a squad consisting of your best trackers. Find him, and bring him to me."

Kisame nodded in response and quickly left the room, leaving Sasori to rest on his throne. He was thankful for a silence, yet it was soon cut off as he heard an elderly voice from the entrance to the throne room. The king sighed in annoyance as his head lifted, his eyes meeting his grandmother's.

"What do you want, Granny Chiyo?" He demanded.

"Well Sasori, I found someone I'd like you to meet." She grinned.

"I told you before, I have no interest in your little games."

"Come on, Sasori. She really like art." Chiyo tried to tempt him.

"Get out, Granny."

"Okay, no need to be so rude. Yeesh."

Sasori groaned in annoyance as his grandmother took his leave, the brown-winged faerie following after her. His grandmother had made it her mission to become his match maker as soon as he turned ten years old. Sasori was now thirty-five, and she was still at it. One would think that after twenty-five years the old hag might give up, but Sasori was not that fortunate.

He was pretty sure he'd met every single female faerie in the kingdom from his grandmother's set ups. Many he'd seen twice, some he'd seen three times and there was one or two that his grandmother had brought back repeatedly, more times than the bog king could count. She cared not for ages, bringing woman on their death bed to those who had been just been born days before.

His head lifted as someone cleared their throat by the entrance, and Sasori nodded in greeting. Kisame entered once more although was now joined by Kakuzu, one of the elders in his kingdom. Yet despite age, the man was able to move around as if he were twenty. He didn't look much over thirty either, and Sasori never completely understood that, yet he never mentioned it. He himself appeared to be only fifteen, when in reality he was twenty years older than that.

"I've sent a squad after the fairy," Kisame announced, "he should be caught and brought here soon."

"Good. Who was sent?"

"The party consists of Karin, Suigetsu, Jugo and Sasuke as their leader." Kisame replied.

"Very well. If they are to fail, I want all of them to report to me. Immediately."

"Understood, your highness. I will pass on the message if that happens."

"You've done well, Kisame. Return to your post."

The extremely tall male lowered to the ground to bow before he rose to his feet once more. Sasori watched him exit the throne room, returning to his post just outside the door. It was his job to relay messages between the king and the others in the kingdom. If they wanted an audience with the king, the request had to go through Kisame. The only ones that this rule didn't apply to were Chiyo, since she was also a part of the royal family, and Kakuzu, whom gained special privileges as an elder.

"Kakuzu, what is it?"

"I did a bit of poking around about the intruder, and I found out something that I don't think you'll like."

"Tell me."

"The fairy had a primrose petal."

Sasori's eyes widened at the words, before a familiar singers suddenly began to echo through the base. Sasori hissed as he reached for his wooden staff, slamming it into the ground. Kakuzu's face remained solem as the doors opened, Kisame entering the throne room. His ears had gotten quite good at picking up the sound of Sasori slamming the staff against the ground, and it had become the way that the redhead usually summoned him.

"You highness, is that...?"

"Send soldiers to her cell right away," Sasori ordered, "and do not let that fairy escape!"

Kisame moved to the side of the throne room, slamming his fist into a trigger in the wall. A loud noise filled the castle, one recognized as the alarm. But not just any alarm, the Sugar Plum alarm. The playing of it meant only one thing, and one thing alone. Someone was making... love potion.

Sasori snarled in anger as he rose from his throne, pushing past both Kakuzu and Kisame. The two followed after him as he made his way towards the stairs leading to the cells where prisoners were kept. The singing only grew louder as they reached the bottom, and they next thing Sasori knew a familiar purple-winged fairy was flying towards him. The Sugar Plum fairy, Konan being her real name, moved higher as she attempted to pass him, yet the king reacted much quicker than expected.

The next thing Konan knew, she was on the floor at Sasori's feet. She looked towards him fearfully, and she knew that she would not be making her escape. At the snap of Sasori's fingers, she was dragged backwards by Kisame. The cell door closed and locked behind her, leaving her to stare at the bog king through the bars.

"What did you do?" Sasori hissed.

"Why don't you take a guess?"

"Konan, answer me."

"Or what, you'll lock me away?" She taunted.

Sasori whipped around as he stormed back up to the throne room, Kisame and Kakuzu following once more. The redhead snarled at the four who kneeled before his throne, each flinching at the sound. Footsteps echoed throughout the room as Sasori moved closer, an angered look on his face.

"You failed." He hissed.

"He was slippery, your highness. It won't happen again." Sasuke spoke.

"It better not. Because of you four, I have to fix this myself."

"Please do not be angry at Sasuke, your highness. It was my fault, I lost the trail." Karin begged.

"Did I ask you to speak, bitch!?" The king snapped.

"N-No, your highness."

"Then shut your trap. All four of you get out of my sight, before I change my mind about being nice."

All four jumped to their feet and immediately charged out of the room, each fearful to spend one more second in the same room as their king. For him to overlook something like this was rare, and it was an opportunity that they likely wouldn't get again soon. They wanted to take the chance they'd gotten, and that's exactly what they planned to do.

"Now, it looks like there's something we need to get." Sasori spoke.

"Now that I think of it, the fairy kingdom in having a ball tonight. Is that right, your highness?"

"Indeed it is, Kisame. What do you say we go party-crashing?"

"Of course, your highness. I'll gather the soldiers immediately. We will be waiting for you outside."

Kisame bowed quickly before turning and rushing from the room, likely an attempt to gather soldiers as quickly as possible. He didn't want to keep Sasori waiting, and it was well-known throughout the kingdom of how impatient the king was. If one was on time, in Sasori's mind they were late.

"Good. Kakuzu, will you be joining or would you like to stay behind with Chiyo?"

"You're not dumping her on me. I'm going along."

Sasori's wings sprung up, showing off the design to Kakuzu who stood next to him. The king's wings were black at the top, although became accented by red in colour towards the bottom. His wings had followed the rare trait in his clan, perfectly matching the wings of a Scarlet Mormon butterfly. Sasori stepped behind his throne where his armor sat, quickly pulling it over his head.

"Oh, Sasori!"

"What is it this time, Granny?"

"Tayuya likes music. Eh? Do I hear wedding bells?"

The king sent a harsh glare towards his grandmother who was attempting to show off a girl standing beside her. He lifted his hand and angrily pointed towards the entrance. His grandmother sighed as she dragged the girl off, muttering colorful words under her breath.

"She's very lucky that she's your grandmother, or she would have been killed years ago."

"I still consider it each and every day."

"I heard that, Sasori!"

The redhead groaned at her yell whilst him and Kakuzu exited the throne room. As he arrived outside, his army was waiting with Kisame at the front. Each solider fell to their knees at his arrival, well at least they were supposed to. A young boy remained standing, his eyes widening when the king's eyes fell on him. A screech of pain left his lips when a hand harshly connected with his cheek, and the boy collapsed to the floor. It was dead silent among the army, other than the boy's cries, as Sasori's foot connected with his stomach. The redhead snapped a finger and immediately a grey-haired man with glasses was standing at his side.

"Kabuto, take him to the dungeon immediately."

The boy was dragged off screaming by the prison ward, leaving the rest of the army to fearfully watch the king. He was in a rather foul mood already, so it was the boy's fault for forgetting, but they couldn't help but hope he was okay. Well, if he would be. Kabuto was the worst there was when it came to push identify, for one reason. He wasn't afraid to lay his hands on a prisoner, no matter the gender.

"Now that that's taken care of, I believe we have a royal ball to crash." He chuckled.

"How would you like us to react, your highness?" Kisame questioned.

"Take a hostage. Anyone will do, their kingdom is too soft. No matter who is taken, they'll do everything they can to get their precious friend back."

"Yes, your highness."

Sasori took to the sky, his army following close behind. The forest was dark, filled with death and decay. Usually the appearance alone kept the fairies out, yet one had been stupid enough to enter and not only enter, but to attempt to free his prisoner after she made him a love potion.

The king sped up slightly, his anger growing. Those fairies had made the wrong choice to mess with him, and for that reason he was going to make the pay. A twisted smirk crossed his lips before a dark and devious laugh began to echo amongst the trees. The army shied away in fear, trembling at the sound. Through there many years in the kingdom, Sasori rarely got into moments like these. Yet when he did, only one thing was for sure. All hell was about to break loose.

"I've changed my mind about the prisoner." He announced suddenly.

"Y-Your highness, who would you like us to take hostage?" Kisame stuttered nervously.

"The oldest brat. I want their heir."

Eyes went wide at Sasori's words, fear growing in the many soldiers. Taking a hostage was alright, and not surprising. But taking royalty, let alone the heir to the throne, that was a declaration of war. Yet they dare not question the ruthless king.

"Your highness, we'll be crossing the border soon." Kakuzu spoke.

Sasori nodded in response as he stared straight ahead, eyes squinting slightly at the bright light beyond the tree line. The border. Where death became life, dark became light and faerie became fairy. He lowered himself to the ground as they reached the border, his soldiers doing the same. Turning his head, the king's eyes fell on the solider he searched for.

"Zetsu, go ahead. Get rid of any soldiers on watch."

"Understood, your highness."

"Everyone else, stick to the shadows. We don't want our little fairy friends to know about their surprise guests."

The group dispersed, making their way into the heart of the kingdom. They hid under mushrooms, moved behind plants. Any soldiers they came across were unconscious. Sasori sneered at the sight; Zetsu was always too soft. The king blamed his multiple personalities, considering the nicer half always seemed to win. It was likely the case here as well.

Sasori was in a group with some of his more favoured subjects. Kakuzu and Kisame were with him, and had he not sent Zetsu ahead then he would have joined the group as well.

"We've almost arrived," Kakuzu spoke, "the other groups will wait for your signal."

Sasori looked down at the fairy kingdom's festival, scowling in annoyance. The music was loud in the king's ear, and he remembered exactly why his kingdom never had festivals. They were loud and filled with drunks and people dancing inappropriately. And in this case... a love potion. The bog king could not allow anyone to be dusted for one reason and one reason alone.

Love was dangerous.

As he searched the area, he attempted to locate the royal family. He saw a blonde girl with blue eyes dancing with various boys. Sasori scowled at the sight, yet knew exactly who it was. Not only did she possess the physical traits of the Namikaze family, but she seemed to be quite flirtatious and that perfectly matched the many rumors he'd heard of the princess.

The next he saw was a hyper boy with spiky blonde. He was bouncing all over the place and talking to everyone he passed. Sasori cringed at the thought of taking the boy, knowing that one would drive him insane. Luckily, that boy was not the heir either. Although he'd never seen the prince, Sasori knew what he'd heard. And finally, his eyes landed on the feminine blonde standing beside King Minato.

"Kisame, there's our target." Sasori announced, pointing towards the scowling heir.

"Yes, your highness."

"Now go."

And the faeries sprung into action.