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: 4898
A/N: at the bottom
The Beauty Is Mine
Chapter Three
Everything Falls Into Place
Crazed crimson eyes looked down, still twisted with pleasure and anticipation. "He he, kill him witch make him suffer for everything he has done and is becoming." He bent down now eye to eye with the pained Tsunade, "Do it and I won't have to kill you all. I do enjoy bloodshed, it helps calm my system... for awhile anyway." he chuckled again, his voice higher than when he had been laughing uncontrollably before.
"Make my wish come true." Her eyes gazed up into his, pained still from the flash of the future she had been forced to endure. Tears flooded her eyes as another, much more painful one crossed her mind, her grandchild lying dead before Madara.
The unknown figure to her was beautiful of course, he had blond hair that was caked with red; his blood. His natural ocean eyes were glazed over like they had been open for much longer than possible, tanned skin was bare of all clothing but shorts, and an odd seal or tattoo on his abdomen glowed bright ruby. It looked as though it were burning him, a flame on his stomach swirling and dancing over the corpse.
Above the body of her grandchild, Madara laughed high and cold looking down at the dead being before him. Another man also stood close to the boy's body. This one looked exactly like the older Madara only a his hair was tinted with navy and his eyes were grey. He looked down at the corpse with eyes that held something close to pity. The man looked at Madara before walking forward and placing his hand to the blonde's eyes, closing them.
Both the ravens looked up, in the direction she was observing the nauseating scene, with frightening grins on their faces, "You can not stop the future."
'Minato was right...my son's gift was right.' Her mental self collapsed, 'What have I done?'
In reality her perfect hair was knotted and tangled and her clothing was falling off her shoulders. Her tears had stopped thought the trails still remained from earlier. The same question echoed though her mind again and again.
'What have I done?'
Raven spiky hair fell over Madara's shoulders as the wind died down, chucks of his hair falling as the air that was keeping it up died. Mad eyes bore down on the crumpled woman below him, who still shook in fear. Whatever she was so afraid of was not his concern in a bit anyway.
"Don't tell anyone about this conversation witch or your future will be miserable." he smirked before turning away.
'Soon brother... soon you will begin to understand what it means to be alone in a different world.' His smirk grew even larger as he pictured seeing Itachi's corpse laying before him.
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Light blue eyes looked out the window as a woman with emerald eyes yelled at him, "Go get me that crap that the doctor calls medicine now. Your fucking brat is beating the hell out of me and everything hurts more that it should damn it!" Her long ruby hair fell down in waves, parts curled while others were perfectly straight. "Damn it bastard go get me it now!" She threw something hard at his head, it bounced off before clattering to the floor. He looked down, it was a picture of his mother. The frame was now broken and there was a crack right down her face.
"Minato get my shit now!" His very pregnant wife screeched at him before picking up another object and throwing it at him. He ducked out of the way before walking toward the door, never saying a word to her as she continued to screech at him in her high soprano voice.
Bending down at the doorway he flipped over his left shoe so he could put it on. After slipping his foot between the leather he stood up straight and tall. "I'll be back soon Kushina." He said as though she were being perfectly nice and not her usual violent self.
"Get out now," she replied before coming around the corner with a small vase in her small hand, "And don't come back until you have my medication."
He nodded before picking up a bag by the door, turning the knob and exiting the small entrance room. He had always called it a room since it was that, not a hall as so many people called it. His light sun like hair hung down to his shoulders as usual, some stubborn strands sticking up and down, ignoring the law of gravity. A sudden raise of wind blew his bangs back, forcing them to fly with the rest of his hair. Startled by the fierceness of the wind, he raised his hand to help shield his eyes, just enough for him to see.
Tears forming at the edges of his blue eyes, he froze as long blond hair, much lighter than his own, flew in the wind. Before her though flew long clumps of raven hair. Squinting a bit he jumped as a high cold voice echoed down to him from the hill which his mother was on with the raven, who he guessed, was the ex prince that was coming to live in Konoha.
Minato slowly climbed up the slightly steep side of the hill, praying that the teen wouldn't notice him at all. When he was less than ten feet away, hidden behind a large hedge that outlined the path, he heard some of what the prince was saying, "He he kill him witch make him suffer for everything he has done and is becoming." the boy said his voice still high from his laughing uncontrollably.
Eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, make who suffer? Then a small click sounded in his brain, the only person that Madara would want to kill, Uchiha Itachi. Madara said something else but the wind was screeching just as high as Kushina that he couldn't hear what he said. But from the look on his mother's face it wasn't anything good.
Then he looked at her face, as though for the first time, and froze. Her normal bright hazel eyes were clouded, her face blank and uncaring for whatever the teen was now saying. Had the teen wished something so bad that it would force her to see the future of the wish, the consequences of what she had never thought of?
As her eyes focused a bit more he knew, there was no denying it, Madara had wished for something that would affect so many people. His wish for Itachi's death most likely. Hadn't he warned his mother of the possibility? Hadn't his knack of seeing a bit of their future told him this possibility? But apparently she had not listened. Her ignorance was costing her so much and affecting him and his family, something that he didn't want to happen again.
"Don't tell anyone about this conversation witch or your future will be miserable." The blond male's eyes flashed to the smirking raven who was turning away from the broken blonde woman who lay on the earth, crumpled and defenceless. He had never once seen her in this position, not even when she had been forced to raise him alone after his father abandoned them. Even when he had fallen off the roof and had broken so many of his bones that he may have died. Only now when the future was so wrong did she crumble, did she break.
Less than a minute after the raven disappeared Minato jumped to his feet and rushed to his mother's side, his hand flashing to rest on her shoulder, forcing her over onto her back. Her blank eyes looked up into the sky, which was slowly growing darker as clouds clumped together, several dark and angry as soft rumbles echoed. "Mother snap out of it." his voice pleading with her empty face. "Please we have to get out before it rains."
There was no reaction at all. Biting his lip Minato took the bag and flung it on his shoulder, wrapping his hands around her small form although it was hard since her torso was heavy. Heaving he stood up with her in his arms. Knowing that he couldn't go home yet he walked toward the village, his feet thumping hard against the earth as his pace quickened. Close to gasping the male stopped once he reached the bottom of the hill, his heart pounding fast in his chest.
"Min...ato...get me some wine." He looked down in surprise at her now ordinary hazel eyes before nodding.
"Wait...have to get Kushina's medication before the store closes." he looked down before setting his brow in a set line. "I want to be able to get inside tonight."
"Oh...I already delivered it. She took it this morning before asking me to get her some lemons."
The blonde's grip tightened before relaxing, "Oh I didn't know that."
Tsunade didn't say anything, she already knew how Kushina was using him and she didn't like it. But she was carrying her first grandchild, his son. Besides Minato had nothing in him that could tell her to stop, a flaw he had inherited from her blood. His pure curse, to never be able to say no. And she knew this thus why he had to love her, care for her, want her.
"Which tavern?" His tenor voice reminded her of the wine she craved, "The nice one."
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Tsunade gulped down another mouthful of wine, her tongue left with a pleasurable fuss as usual only this time it was welcomed only half heartedly. Across from her Minato sat drinking from a pint of some alcohol he had loved for a long time. Obviously the times they had gone to taverns had moulded the two into alcoholics.
"Mum...why don't you tell me exactially what happened this way I can perhaps help you."
Hazel eyes looked down at the small wince glass in her hands, watching as a bubble of air came to the surface and popped. "Madara wants his brother dead." The male nodded, he had guessed as much, "He figured out my gift and wished for me to curse him. From there his son, will kill the cursed soul and take over the throne. This land will fall into ruin and my grandson...will die."
Minato felt his heart stop as her sentence, that one sentence at the end, froze him. "My...son will die?"
She nodded, "But I don't think it will be this one...from what you have seen and from what I predict your having a baby girl not a boy." He sighed a bit before looking at her, "I wonder...if you see my...son dying perhaps we can connect him to the King."
Blue eyes looked into confused hazel ones, "I mean, what if we bound Itachi to my son. Perhaps this is one way to avoid ruin."
Confused hazel eyes continued to bore into him before a small flare of hope boiled to the surface. Pink lips parted as the cheeks moved up showing a normal smile. "What does the outcome look like then Minato?"
"Wait one moment please and I'll tell you." Baby blue eyes disappeared behind slight purple eyelids, his face going perfectly smooth.
Minato gazed upon a beautiful castle, his feet planted firmly upon the earth. On his sides people were packed, all looking at the large doors, cheering as a guard unrolled a scroll before bellowing, "Today begins the new start. For many a year we, the land and the people, have suffered from the absence of our king. But now his majesty has returned to set things right."
The double doors creaked open slowly, "To you all I present Uchiha-de-almunda-cre-Itachi and his advisor, Namikaze-de-clarea-akur-Naruto."
In the shadow of the now open doors stood a muscular raven with eyes of onyx and hair like midnight. His over sized cloak covered fine garments that clung to his perfect form. At his side stood a petite male with sunny blonde hair, and perfect tan skin much like his own. Bright azure eyes looked down upon the shocked citizens, all gazing in obvious shock at the beautiful pair.
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One Month Later
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"Breath in Kushina." Tsunade's hands glided over the large bump on her daughter in law's abdomen, her face set in a determined expression. Said red head shrieked in agony as her insides were kicked rather harshly, the baby inside her fighting to get out of her womb. She was holding onto Minato's hand as another ripple of pain ripped though her.
"Get it out!" she screeched before a snapping sound, her husbands fingers, forced her to forget about the pain. For the first time in a long time she felt thankful the he was there to actually do something, after all it was his parasite she was carrying for him. Than her sudden thankfulness died away as another agonizing moment occurred,
"Kushina you need to breath in and out." Her mother in law's words meant nothing to her at all, "Don't forget to push, you want the baby out soon as possible."
Wait was the baby not well?
Before she could ask she felt a small and feeble pang against her tummy before the baby stopped moving. She started pushing with all her might, remembering to push in and out, forcing the baby out of her body, to reject it from her.
How long had she endured this part known as labour? Hours, days, weeks? There was no answer for her, only the demand that she bring it out into this horrible world. With one push with her remaining strength she expelled a small wet, bloody infant onto the floor. Tsunade rushed to pick up the infant who didn't utter a sound, not even a small gasp as it breathed in air on it's own.
Body slumping onto her husbands leg, she looked down at the bloody creature she had fought to rid her body of. It was very cute with small red curls, pink limbs from either the blood or the skin tone she had no idea. She had a sudden urge to look at it's face, to see if it was more desirable than her herself.
"Its..." Tsunade looked blankly at the infant in her arms and looked at an anxious Minato and a weakened Kushina. The red head's eyes were looking at the little body in her arms, "It's...dead..."
A sigh of relief withdrew from the red heads lips as she relaxed more against her husbands leg, allowing a tug of sleep to draw her in. Her body was so weak, she couldn't even move some part of her limbs without feeling the tug pull at her.
'Still...born...thank god.'
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Four Years Later
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Shoulder length bronze hair fell down in waves along the sides of Ayame's face which was freshly powdered. It was to be expected after all she was getting married after all. The small amount of perfume on her was a nice soft scent on the senses. Her long white dress was slender against her tall frame, imprinting the image she was much taller in others minds. She spun a bit to the side to view the open back of it, the small beads sewn into a delicate design she was proud of.
As she admired herself in the tall mirror a small knock at her door startled her, "Come in," her sweet voice called to the person outside.
Tsunade poked her head though the door, "Ayame...it's almost time my darling child." Underneath all the make up the brunet blushed softly,
"Yes Tsunade-sama." Quickly she ran over to the bed and sat down, hurriedly grabbing one of the rather tall heals and strapping it to her small foot.
"Oh you forgot your veil." Warm hands touched her head as something white fell across her vision. "There your all dressed." An odd feeling wield up in Ayame's chest then, a feeling close to fear perhaps even dread.
"Tsunade-sama...what do you think of Madara-kun? I know that it was our decision that we marry but I want to know...am I making a huge mistake?" Hazel eyes flashed a bit before looking quickly away,
"Madara-kun is a fine man. The only thing I would worry about is his determination. When he sets his mind on something it's not easy to sway it, but I have faith in you my dear, you'll figure everything out." There was a sharp tone, almost robotic, in her voice as she said this, heat leaving her body. The blonde turned to her suddenly, "We should hurry or you'll be late for your own wedding!"
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"And do you Ichira-naku-mani-Ayame take this man to be your husband, to serve and guide him to happiness?"
"Yes, I swear on my life." Her voice was high, almost to high to be considered fearful. To others it would sound like she was nervous.
"Do you Uchiha-de-clarinachi-daku-Madara take this beautiful blossom as your wife, to protect her and guard her forever?"
"Yes, I swear on my life" A tall raven with shoulder length hair, dark navy eyes with a hint of red, replied before looking at the dazzling woman next to him, "I will dedicate everything I have to her and her happiness."
A small tear formed at the corner of her eye before she looked down to their intertwined hands, "Thank you." she whispered, only for him.
"As the two have shared they will treasure each other, care, and love each other," the headman looked upon the quests seated throughout the large white church. "With these humble hands I pass on god's bless-"
"Wait," a strong velvet voice called from the dark shadows at the headman's right, "I want to pass gods blessing to them."
The shine off of onyx eyes sparked the fire in Madara's soul to life, the flames lapping at his insides, "Brother...I didn't think you would be able to come." If he was being perfectly honest he was hoping the king would remain absent.
"The news of your marriage spread quickly little brother, besides I felt the need to come see your lovely fiancé anyway." Out of the shadows, stepping lightly on the stone floor, Itachi glided into the open earning many sighs and a few quiet groans. "She is very beautiful Madara." His onyx eyes looked at Ayame who blushed a bit before looking away, still red. "She will fit well with you." Light as a feather Itachi stepped forward, closer to the headman who looked thrilled.
"May I?" Itachi held his hand out, fingers outstretched for the small hand written document that the man held.
"Yes you majesty." looked like a child trapped inside a candy story as he briefly touched Itachi's hand and stepping to the left, away from the king.
Itachi looked down at the document before beginning, " You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of god. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls." (1)
He stretched out his hand to rest it on Madara's forehead, showing the youth that it was his turn. He shifted his eyes to rest on his bride, " How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume thank any spice." (2)
How he hated that he had to act like he truly loved her. To him the girl was nothing more than a vessel to bear him a child to kill, a weapon. But he would endure these sugar coated words for the thought of Itachi's corpse lying before him, dead by his child.
A few silent tears trickled down her beautiful white face, oblivious to the cruel thoughts of her soon to be husband, "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth- for your love is more delightful than wine." (3)
At long last not even three seconds after the brunet had whispered her words did the king finish, "What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life- to strengthen each other in all labour, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?" (4)
The younger raven felt his stomach turn with nausea as he was forced to listen to his brother say these useless words.
"I ask of the almighty God above to protect these two till their last breath, to guard over them with his loving embrace and to nurture them into a wonderful pair of parents."
'Ahh so Itachi wants us to have children? Well he's going to be in for a treat in a few decades then.' Madara snickered a bit, his voice to high in his mind but luckily no one could hear his thoughts.
He focused just in time to see Itachi hold both his hands, as though raising their marriage up to god, "May you watch over them and look after them even beyond the gates of death."
Itachi slowly lowered his hands and looked at Ayame who blushed before looking at Madara, "Madara-kun, I love you with all my heart and soul. Keep me forever by your side."
"I will."
'When the child comes you shall be left behind though fool.'
Slowly Ayame lifted herself higher to she could press her warm lush lips to her husbands, sealing her fate. She would never know true love only what he would play for her. Her husband was going to take their child away and leave her to rot. Oblivious again she continued kissing him.
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"Witch I need to edit my wish again." Madara stood outside Tsunade's little office, his hands in his pockets.
It had been a few years since he had been forced to talk to her on his own, though he knew now that she had things that she would protect. It was easier to keep her within his grasp, as long as he still wanted to anyway.
The blonde woman looked briefly up at him before looking back down at a book she was reading, though she made no move to stop him. "I originally gave you four years to curse Itachi but I want you to wait." Still she made no response, "Wait until my child is born perfectly healthy then curse him."
Her hazel eyes stayed locked on the book though her hand clutched a bit around the pen in her hand, leaving small dents where she gripped it too hard.
"I'm glad that I meet you witch it's so much easier now for my revenge to work." As his white teeth appeared between his insane grin, the blonde woman flinched a bit.
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Shrill shrieks of agony filled the large room as brunet waves crashed about an unusually flushed face. Her wide chocolate brown eyes looked down in alarm as her midwife pushed lightly against her stomach, "Don't worry madam the baby is fine." The old woman reassured the brunet before getting a fresh damp cloth and placing it on the labouring woman's forehead.
"She's bleeding too much now," the woman whispered though not low enough that the brunet didn't hear.
Ayame looked down at her swollen stomach with eyes of both pain and love. This was her first child with Madara and she wanted the little angel more than anything, more than she wanted her husband, her life. She gasped a bit as the contractions grew more painful, the baby was turning itself to leave her body. Thankful and upset she looked at her midwife who was looking at her exposed parts, "Keep pushing young one, I think I can see it's head."
'Yes it will be healthy, my little angel, my little Yuki.'
Taking a deep breath she pushed with all her strength, willing herself to allow this little angel to come into the world. It was going to be so beautiful. Tensely she tried to relax her legs as the midwife pushed gently against them, "Yes I see the head, push harder Ayame!"
She complied again willing herself to push with all her strength. She proceeded to do this for several minutes, hours, seconds? She had no idea but she was relieved when all the pain stopped. Thankful that the pain was over she thought of her little Yuki the little girl that she had seen in her mind.
"He's beautiful Ayame."
'He?' So it wasn't the little girl she had wished for, it was the boy that Madara wanted. She slid a bit more closer to death as she wondered how she would be remembered.
A soft pressure rubbed her arm as the woman holding her baby pushed the extremely warm body closer to her, trying to have her hold her baby.
Ayame sighed, "Call my husband please Kira." her voice cracked in a few spots, showing how exhausted she really was.
"Alright hold your baby though, you don't know how long it will be until you next hold him to you." Kira slowly pulled her hands away from the baby once sure that the brunet had a good hold on the baby and left the room.
Chocolate eyes looked down at the little boy in her arms. He was beautiful she had always known that her child with Madara would be beautiful. A small mob of raven hair was tinted with blue, eyes were a deep gray, nothing on his uncles onyx. He had the Uchiha's pale skin and their unnatural pull that they had on other humans. A characteristic she knew her husband loved using and her brother-in-law only used when he really wanted something.
Itachi would love her baby in her place. It had been eighteen months since she meet him and she still felt as though she had just been introduced. The king was very kind to her, always sending her small parcels of sweets that she loved, and a couple small handfuls of gold for her to put aside for her children. At least he acted like he cared about her.
Within three hours after she and Madara had left the reception and returned to their large home, they had had intercourse and Madara had lost his temper at her. She had been forced to hide her bruises from everyone and had to work almost harder than usual to keep up with all his demands. Her husband she had noticed was much different than the man that she had fallen in love with.
Where had the kind, loving man gone who swore with his life that he loved and would protect her?
Still looking at the baby she realized that she could only leave it with one thing from her. She could leave it with a name, a name that only she should have a right to. Thinking for awhile a name crossed her mind, "Sasuke..."
Looking down at the baby in her arms, who slumbered softly in her arms, she whispered,"Uchiha-de-mikoro-isu-Sasuke."
The door opened and in stepped Kira followed by her husband, "Madam how is the little angel?"
"Oh Sasuke's fine, he just feel asleep."
She saw it as the raven stiffened, "Sasuke?" his tone was just the same as always, emotionless.
"Yes, it's the least I can do since I won't be able to watch him grow." She hugged the naked baby before looking back at the other two, "Please keep his name how I want it love, it fits him so naturally."
Resigned the raven nodded before stepping forward, "I'll take...Sasuke..." he looked down at the angel with nothing in his eyes. "Tell Kira his full name then go to sleep Ayame. You have done well."
So that's what he wanted from her, the baby all along. She had suspected as much and surprisingly it didn't bother her at all, "Yes..." she whispered before coughing a few times then gesturing to the woman who hovered close by.
"Paper...please..." her hand flew to her mouth as she coughed harder, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
"Madam," Kira started before she stopped, considered helping the dying woman but headed her last request and fetched the paper along with a pen.
Slowly after she had her hand firmly on the pen, Ayame wrote down her little baby's name, thrilled that it fit a hundred percent with him. After her shaky hand finished spelling the long name, Kira walked out, the door closing with a soft click followed by foot steps softening as she walked away.
With one last sigh Ayame relaxed her body, allowing her mind to wander and surprisingly fell asleep quickly. For a few hours she was completely comfortable, her mind blank but all good things must end. As she reached the end of her third hour her heart slowed and stopped.
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A/N: I know it's in a different place but this way I could put the numbers down here and not reveal it at the top -grin-
Kahilil Gibran The Prophet
The Bible Song of Solomon
The Bible Song of Solomon
George Eliot Adam Bede
Alright I would like to mention now that this is actually much harder for me to write, the reason being is that well I like to explore all ranges of emotion and well this one is dark...for now. I'll admit that the world known as my life is helping make this easier to write and so I thank my sucky life right now. I'm not being emo or anything i'm just saying I thank myself for making it easier to write. Another thing that was pointed out to me is that I didn't explain exactly how Tsunade's gift worked.
Her gift works against her will really, if someone is in need of something she is drawn to them and then she has Minato see what their wish will do. Shes kinda like a character in a movie I once saw I guess. At least that's what I based her off of. Now Minato is kinda like Alice from 'Twilight' but i'm changing it to fit what I want. He can only use his gift is Tsunade hears a wish directed at her.
Also many of you may have heard but for those who haven't I have a laptop again so I can update! Lol I love it to death -not literally cuz that would suck- and I hope to be able to update but it will take me awhile to do so.
TTUL all!
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