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

Beta: xXxFrostyIceCubexXx is a blessing to me

Word Count: 3130

A/N: This is Sorta Beauty and the Beast rewritten so it will be different than the original one.

The Beauty Is Mine

Chapter One

Birth Of A New Story

Once upon a time, there was a king and queen who ruled a land of warmth and praise. The two were lovely to their citizens. Shown in the many, many actions that they made to ensure the growth of the country and that it prospered. Queen Mikoto however, was not as happy as she could have been though.

For all the years that she had been married to Fugaku, she didn't have the one thing she wanted. Her only dearest wish was to have a beautiful child to hold and cradle in her arms, to show that she had a family of her own. But Fugaku was a very stubborn man, for his fear of parenthood got the better of him each time Mikoto would bring up the subject and he was shun the very idea. Saddened by his reluctance Mikoto would spend many days playing depressing songs on her gorgeous pianos throughout the castle.

As the weight of his wife's sadness became even more tangible, Fugaku finally gave into his wife's pleads. Thrilled by Fugaku's acceptance of the idea the two soon had a beautiful baby boy, the first prince, the first heir and their first child. His tuft of raven hair twisted and waved whenever someone played with it. His large onyx eyes mesmerized anyone who locked with them. Pale skin wrapped around his small bones and gave the idea of a strong body. It was literally Mikoto's dream come true, her beautiful baby boy and her husband were her family and she could show them off to her friends, her beautiful little angel.

But Itachi wasn't as angelic as his mother would like to think. In truth as he grew up he became more demanding, asking to know why everything was the way they were and why his father was king even when he existed. His questions were only seen as curiosity. Though his parents and the servants, they had never seen the hunger in his eyes as he looked at his father going into battle and coming home in victory. He wanted to go and fight, to kill. But his mother wouldn't have it.

Instead she would take him out with her when she went around the country to check on the larger villages and to visit the noble families. One of the first reactions that he noticed was the pull that he had on other people. Like they were the puppets and he was the puppeteer. When his mother realized how much the people loved her son, Mikoto began to teach him the art of music when he turned seven.

For a few short months she kept him from the public eye and taught him excellent pieces to play for different parties and events including her favorite, the 'Cliffs of Doneen.' Each night she would sit him down at the small piano in her private room and listen to him play. Occasionally she would be so thrilled that she wouldn't notice the small mistakes. Her son was a perfect prince.

Yet, he was still unsatisfied with what he had. He wanted the absolute power that his father had and the relationship that his parents shared. Itachi wanted to be the one fighting with enemy countries instead of touring the country. And of course he would get what he wanted no matter how long it took.

--

Fugaku looked with pride at his eight year old son,

"Itachi I never knew that you had an interest in battle!" Yes this was the simple act that caused the king to walk into the weapons hall to start teaching his lovely son about the craft of war.

"Yes father I do have an interest in battle." Itachi turned his head sharply as his father stopped some way behind him. His long raven hair flew though the air as he turned to face the king. "Father, did I say something wrong?" his small but velvet voice was laced with worry. If his father decided not to show Itachi. When would he be able to get one of the guards alone to show him?

"Itachi," his father looked at him straight in the eye, "If you truly want to learn the craft then you will have to listen to me and complete all the levels." A small smirk played on Fugaku's face, "And if you do then I will not hold back when I fight you my son."

'Yes…he's so easy to predict.' Itachi nodded his features blank, without emotion anywhere.

--

"Mikoto our son is a genius!" The lovely raven woman turned away from the bookshelf, "Is he now?" her small voice was dangerously low, "And what may I ask where you doing that makes him a genius?" The brunet looked away,

"Teaching him how to fight…" She hit him over the head causing him to stumble a bit. "Be thankful that's all I'm doing to you." He nodded. Mikoto turned back to the bookshelf and grabbed a random book before sitting down,

"So what amazing feat did my Itachi do anyway?" The king smiled a bit,

"Well we started off first with aiming like with a bow and he hit a bulls eye on the first try. I was totally speechless but he insisted that he do it a few more times. Again and again he hit the target with little effort. I was thrilled so I sent him on to the other types of weapons. He already is excellent at the sword, bow, and defence. He's a little weak when it comes to the attack but it'll be easy to fix that right up." His little ramble slowly ended as Mikoto kept looking at her book.

At long last she looked up a smile playing on her lips,

"I'm so glad that the two of you have been able to find something you both like Fugaku." She stood up and embraced her husband, "Itachi will become an excellent king."

--

Small sobs rocked through her body as Mikoto looked at the mangled body of her husband. A rather large bump indicated that she was several months pregnant with her second child. Itachi stood by his mother's side, his hand resting on her shoulder. Her tears fell onto Fugaku's corpse,

"Itachi…why did he die. He knew I was going to deliver soon so why?" She turned her beautiful face to his.

"I don't know…according to the warrior who watched him Father underestimated his attacker and received the wound to his head. Then several enemies joined the attacker and killed him." He was blunt already knowing that if he was too soft with his mother she would cry harder.

"But the baby…why did he leave me?" another sob rocked though her. He chose to stay silent instead of talk about it. "You're not old enough to rule yet…" His eyes hardened,

"Excuse me?" She looked up with small buds clinging to her eyelashes, "Your father and I were going to wait until you where older to let you begin to rule. But now I don't know what to do…" she paused, "The elders won't like this."

--

"My lady it would be unwise to let your son rule by himself at this time." The elders looked down upon her with slight pity. "We know that Itachi-sama is strong and has great character to rule but he's only a child. It might be too much for him if we were to ask this of him."

She looked up with fresh tears in her eyes,

"Then what should I do?" her voice almost cracked as she let some tears fall down her lovely face. There was silence before, "We will talk to Itachi-sama and ask if he wishes to rule. If he does then we can help him adjust to it and help with the larger tasks…but only if you want my lady."

Her eyes looked downward to rest on her abdomen as the baby kicked. "Do whatever you want…but take care of my husband first."

"Of course," one of the figures stood, "We will take care of the funeral and Itachi-sama.

--

The echoing screams of Mikoto going into labour brought fourth many men and women, Men for they thought she was under attack, women, because they knew the hollowed screams of a women going through labour.

It was only once the men were shimmied out and scolded for running into a women's private quarters, and the things necessary for a birthing were brought fourth did Mikoto start to calm down, her midwife's words his her ears.

Breath in. breath out, breath in, breath out.

Her commands to birth the child were hardly that of a mother proud to be going through such pain to give birth to a new life, a new destiny. Her depressive nature due to her husband's death had still yet to subside. Not that it ever would, but it caused the birth to be just a little bit more unbearable.

Had it not been for the fact, that a mother's innate drive is to see that any and all of her children are brought into the world safely, she might have lost all hope towards living, only it was obvious that that drive would soon die away.

The sweat poured from her skin as the trained medics ran around, following the instructions of the main nurse, telling them what to do, her hands gripping the tender skin of one unfortunate nurse as she screamed for the life of herself and her coming child.

It was only through hours of blood, sweat and tears, did the sobbing cries of a newborn baby bathed in the blood of his own mother, did the room gain a relaxing feel to it. While Mikoto found herself falling into a depressive sleep, her innate drive for birthing life gone. The nurses swooned over the child.

The calls of men, who had been told echoed down the halls. The coos of women as the cries of the newborn were heard travelled fast, but most of all, and probably the most significant thing of all, was Mikoto's lack of caring as she fell into a resting slumber.

Her body weakened.

Her mind broken.

Her soul, barely clinging on.

--

"Itachi-sama your mother has requested you come see her now." One of the elders looked at the new ruler with happiness in his face. "She doesn't care what you're doing just as long as you come now." Onyx eyes looked up from one of the requests sent by a small village that was suffering from the heat. "I'll be there in a bit I wish to finish this first since I'm almost done."

The elder nodded a bit before leaving the room.

-Bit later-

"Mother…did you need me?" Itachi stood outside his mothers room, "If not then I'll come back later." He heard a sheet moving, "Itachi…come in." Her voice was raspy as though she had been screaming. Puzzled a bit he opened the door.

Mikoto laid on her bed, all three sheets on top of her thin frame; her hair which was normally perfect looked like a rat's nest and there were bags under her eyes. "My little boy…my little Itachi." She cooed a bit to his surprise, not that he would admit it. "Mother did something happen you look thinner than yesterday." He stopped as 'thinner' passed though his head. "Oh…you had the baby didn't you?" A weak smile played at the corner of her lips, "Yes…he's in the crib."

His eyes narrowed a bit at her, "When did you have the baby?" She looked up at the ceiling, "Yesterday or something…I don't really know I wasn't paying attention." Her eyes drooped a bit, "His name is Madara after my father. He has your eyes though and your hair when you were a baby," she trailed off as her eyes closed. Her even breathing showed she was asleep.

Quietly Itachi walked to stand by the little crib, a small spark of curiosity flaring as the idea of a baby brother appealed to him. He looked down at that little sleeping child. She had been right of course; Madara had his hair just a tad bit lighter than his rich raven colour. He looked closer and noted that his cheeks where tainted pink and he was a bit chubby but nothing that wouldn't disappear after a few months.

A small bubble of feeling flared up too as Madara opened his eyes and blinked. Truthfully Itachi thought that Madara's eyes were more like dark chocolate than onyx but he was sure why his mother had said they were like his. She didn't want to admit that little Madara's eyes were more like fathers than him.

"Hello little one." He cooed a bit as Madara looked up at him, eyes showing every little emotion that a baby could feel. The baby giggled before reaching up to Itachi. Just as he was considering picking up the child the door creaked open.

"Oh Itachi-sama there you are." It was an elder, what superb timing they seemed to have. "I hate to interrupt but another letter has arrived and needs your attention." He didn't sound sorry at all, just a little smug like he knew Itachi wanted more time with Madara.

Itachi sighed before looking back at Madara, "Be good for mother." The little boy still held out his arms before his eyes drooped. "Shhh go to sleep little brother." Bending down Itachi pushed his lips to the baby's forehead. When he straightened Madara was asleep.

--

"Where's my mother Shisui?" The raven asked the guard standing in the middle of the hall. In his arms Madara was yanking on his hair and giggling like a madman. "Itachi-sama," a small bow, "The queen was going to the royal grave yard last I knew with one of her ladys in waiting." The brunet looked away from the prince to point to the grave yard which was clearly visible though the window. "She's there now if you want to see her."

With a small thank you the raven walked back to the nursery and dropped of Madara who protested immediately.

"I'll be back soon." Itachi reassured the baby before leaving the crying baby to the care of the servants.

--Minutes later--

'Odd…where is the guard?' the raven looked at the open gate no hint of another person around it. Normally he had a guard to two standing here but there wasn't anyone. His mother must have sent them away; deciding that he was going to talk to her later about that Itachi walked through toward his father's lone grave.

He knew the path up to his grave fairly well from all the times he came with his mother during her grieving period shortly after Madara's birth. He walked up the path briskly, passing all the graves of his ancestors with no thought about the power they had held in their time. His main worry was that his mother wouldn't want to come inside yet. He shivered a bit as if just noticing how cool it was.

Wishing that he had brought a coat he turned the finial corner to his father's grave. The moment he did though he wished he hadn't. His mother's body lay on the ground covering his white stone plaque with crimson. He looked a bit more to his left and saw the servant girl on the lawn, her throat slit. Forcing his eyes to his mother again he couldn't see any damage but knew there had to be because of all the blood.

Stepping closer he stopped when he saw her entrails on the ground next to her. She had cut open her stomach and had ripped it open until her intestines had also fallen out. He suddenly felt wrong and heaved a few times, his skin going clammy and cold, she couldn't have and she wouldn't have left him and Madara no matter how much grief she felt. He looked up again on his hands and knees before heaving one more time and spilling his stomach contents on the ground.

They splattered onto his expensive clothes as small chunks landed in the acidic liquid. Breathing in deeply he smelled it and let more fall out of his mouth, burning its way up his throat. His eyes watered as the pain grew without water to wash down the disgusting taste.

Slowly he stood back up and looked at her one last time. The feeling of being sick was passing now when he avoided looking at her abdomen, but her face was clear of all feeling like someone who had committed suicide. Was she really that depressed without Fugaku? In his mind he knew this was true she had missed him so much that she would say Madara was a miniature Itachi when he was more like Fugaku. Her social life had fallen after his death and she never made any effort to climb back up it.

She had given up on everything when he had left her to face to world alone. But she hadn't been alone she had Itachi and Madara her only family. Now she had left them behind to die, for him. For the first time since she had tried to keep him away from violent things he was furious.

The cool air turned humid within minutes of his discovery and now there where droplets of water falling around him, on her, on him. His baby brother wouldn't ever get to know either of them now, they would only have each other. Itachi looked down at the ground his thoughts running around, he didn't even notice as a man walked up behind him.

"Itachi-sama…" It was Shisui again, "What are you-" he stopped for a moment when he saw the body of the queen and the servant, "Oh my god…" he looked at the now orphan with pity. "She killed herself didn't she and the servant girl." Itachi's onyx eyes looked up, no emotion on his face, "Hai…"

A small smirk played on Shisui's lips,

"If only the queen hadn't been so foolish eh Itachi-sama?" Itachi's hand slashed out and landed on the man's torso,

"Shut up right this second." His voice was laced with menace as his hand lowered to the guards dagger. "How dare you even call the queen foolish you filthy commoner." He grabbed it and thrust it through Shisui's heart.

"No one calls her foolish but me." Gasping as his heart slowly stopped Shisui fell to the ground coughing and trying to splutter something. It didn't matter if it was eligible it still would have landed on deaf ears. "My fool of a mother…I hope you end in hell."

To Be Continued...