Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Blood, Sex, and Fairytales ❯ Chapter 1

Hello this is Hopeless Blue Kiss here with a new story for you. Originally this was a one-shot but because the other site like it so much I'm thinking of making it multi-chapter. was hesitant in putting this story up on because none of my Naruto fics on here seem to do very well review wise even though I get tons of favs and followers. I'm sorry but I feel that it's pointless if you favorite something if you don't like it enough to leave a comment about what you like about it. It's like liking someone and never telling them why, which gets frustrating sometimes.

I, of course do not own Naruto, wish I did but if wishes were horses then beggars would ride XP. Any who… I had this image in my head of Naruto as a dark king running a court with his consort and suddenly this story came into my head. I was exactly daydreaming about this on my way to work and had started to text Conspiracy and Lady Laran the layout of the story and they demanded I share this daydream with my faithful readers. Or at least I think they did… well whatever, I am. So I really do hope you guys enjoy.

The quote below is an excerpt from 'The Stolen Child' by William Butler Yeats.

'Come away, O human child!/To the waters and the wild/With a faery, hand in hand,/For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand…'

~W.B. Yeats

Blood, Sex, and Fairytales

There was no question that this was a dream.

Feathers…

Light, fluffy, black feathers fluttered down onto a black and white Venetian styled ballroom that hinted at scarlet and silver here and there among the architecture and drapery. The floor beneath the Uchiha's feet was composed of one large marble chess board that held large, imposing chess pieces. They stood to either side of the room, nearly dwarfing the occupants inside and against the wall, opposite the grand entryway were two majestic, empty thrones raised up on a dais. It seemed to offer a safe haven amid the chaos of whirring dancers in the candlelit room; their elongated shadows crawling across the walls and courtiers.

Yes, it seemed too surreal and oddly handsome to be anything but a dream as Sasuke stood outside the dance floor among a cluster of courtiers wearing painted faces. They all chattered amiably to each other, painted lips unmoving or covered in shadow behind their cold, ivory, Venetian masks. Their elaborate costumes of damask, crushed velvet and silk whispered almost soundlessly against their skin as they mingled and danced.

A lady next to him snapped opened an elaborate ostrich and peacock fan of scarlet red to hide a chuckle of amusement from her male companion with the ruffled, starched collar and clothed hat of feathers; all the while a man with an ivory laughing face mask with gold, artful swirls offered his elbow to a woman dressed in all black and silver that had ropes upon ropes of glowing white pearls dripping down her delicate throat to her narrow waist. She gently placed a laced black gloved hand onto his elbow, nodding her approval even as her masked face peaked through an artfully draped headdress of black cloth.

Sasuke felt like a trespasser in this faerie world as he watched silently as the couple walked off to the dance floor to merge with the swirling, sea of bodies. The couples ebbed and flowed together, coming apart to clasp another's hand to dance before crashing together again in a whirl of color and painted faces. They appeared to be happy if their masks were any indication but that still didn't stop him from feeling lonely himself as the orchestra's violins sung out in compellingly high, melodious voices amid the other instruments.

Only a servant boy dressed in a bird's half mask with a prominent beak nose interrupted his thoughts of alienation as he bowed silently to Sasuke and offered him a chilled flute of something garnet red and alluring. He was compelled to take the crystal flute, always mindful of the fragile stem and swirled the red liquor around, sniffing it before giving a nod of approval at the lovely bouquet. The raven haired teen barely recognized the smirk that spread across the servant boy's lips as soon as he began to drink. He was too entranced by the thick, rich taste of the drink sliding down his throat to notice. It was candied sweet like cherries but there was a familiar something to it that Sasuke couldn't quite name. It was slightly bitter, almost having a metallic like taste that almost eluded him.

But before he could question what he had just tasted even as he snatched up another glass, his eyes began to narrow through the peepholes of his own mask in concentration. He could feel if not see someone approaching him. The Uchiha soon turned to pinpoint the source only to see a lady dressed in red and gold. Her voluminous skirts swept the floor as she approached him; her golden mask was surrounded in a halo of red feathers that spilled and flowed into a current of black, loose ringlets that was her hair. She smiled at him with painted lips the color of freshly ripened strawberries from behind her half Venetian mask before she spoke in a sultry, almost whimsical voice. "You are a stranger to this new world, yes? I 'ave seen many a weary traveler that 'as stumbled to our ballroom. But never one so 'andsome," she murmured jovially in a heavy French accent.

It was true that Sasuke was a foreigner to the country of France. He was a native of Japan and had come to this country rich in culture, art and history on a personal mission instead of the vacation that he had suggested to his worried parents. They were very concerned about his well-being after the mysterious disappearance of their eldest son a year and a half ago and had simply jumped at the excuse of Sasuke taking a much needed vacation. If it distracted him and made the youngest forget about their eldest for just a moment then all the better. Although the younger Uchiha suspected that it was more likely that they wanted a vacation from him.

Simply put Sasuke had become more than a little withdrawn from his friends and family after his Aniki's vanishing act. He started to wear darker, more subdued clothes and where once he was the center of attention in any conversation he began to talk less and less until he became a virtual mute in his own home; only saying enough to get his ideas across and nothing more. At first his family and friends took it in stride since Sasuke had been so close to Itachi but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months they were reluctant to seek company with the reclusive teen.

Sasuke didn't mind though. He didn't want their company anyway because they had given up on him. Yes, even his doting parents had given up on his Aniki, who would never willingly leave his precious Otouto without a word of explanation. So he had become determined over the last few months to find him where the police had failed. He knew it seemed hopeless and foolish that a mere teen could possibly find his Aniki in a foreign land but his heart and mind couldn't rest until he tried. So he came here, not this ballroom that he had been dropped into like some European Alice, but to France where he had last received a postcard.

With help from a small time detective he was soon led to Itachi's last known address at a hotel overlooking the river Seine in Paris. It wasn't as lavish as the hotels and inns that their wealthy family was used to but Sasuke could see why this place held a quaint kind of charm that would be lost by all the modern creature comforts as he settled in the exact same room as his brother. But it still didn't explain this… this dream that he was in. It felt so real and tangible to him that Sasuke could easily smell the fragrance of Crocuses and powder on the lady in red as she quickly closed the distance between them; almost floating as she did so.

She held out her small paw for him to take and kiss before she decided to answer his silent, demanding question of 'how'. "Do not be alarm Monsieur Uchiha. This is a dream to you, no? So no worries, it will be over before you know it. So let us dance before you awaken? I 'ave always wanted to take to the floor with a 'andsome, foreign stranger like yourself," she chirped brightly. She quickly took his drink from his hand, downed it in a few swallows, and laid it on a passing tray before nearly dragging him to the dance floor before he could let out a single protest.

Sasuke found himself bowing mechanically before the lady in red, showing signs of his displeasure even as she clasped his hand and led him into a waltz. "Who are you?" he demanded as his body found itself dancing the steps with neither clumsiness nor hesitation. He in fact danced it with much ease and grace as he whirled his partner across the dance floor amid the other dancers. It was as if he had been doing this all of his life; that could easily be attributed to months spent in needless etiquette classes by his mother where he learned such things as traditional European and Asian dances, where the utensils went on either side of the plate and their uses, as well as how to carry a polite conversation with a foreign diplomat.

"So impatient are we Monsieur Uchiha. You 'ave come to La Ville-Lumière, the city of lights. It is gay Paris where the possibilities are endless, no? So why must you worry about frivolous questions when you 'ave such a beautiful woman on your arm?" she tsked, slightly disappointed. The frown was obviously on her lips even as she moved with equal grace across the large checkered floor despite her heavy skirts.

They passed an impressive full length mirror that Sasuke didn't know covered one of the walls up until now. It made the room seem more spacious and airy than it really was as he took that moment to glance at himself amid the hundreds of doubled dancers. He found that, indeed, he wore a Venetian half mask. It was a navy blue affair with intricate swirls of silver that branched out and connected onto other branches. His black hair that had grown out a bit since his brother's disappearance was tied back in a small ponytail along with a thick, dark ribbon for his mask. His clothes were those of a Venetian fairytale with a navy blue doublet with slashes on the sleeves to show a puffy white shirt underneath, a black sideways cape with silver rope and form fitting black trousers. It wasn't as lavish as all the other outfits but Sasuke had to also admit that he didn't look half bad in the getup, even if he looked extremely outdated

"Are you by chance narcissistic? You 'ave been staring into that mirror for quite a while now. It makes a girl jealous to be shown up by a reflection," she mused bitterly before smiling innocently when she felt his eyes back on her again. "Much better Monsieur Uchiha, I am the Red Lady Kurenai if you ever 'ave a mind to find out," she murmured amiably even as she made a point to steer him away from the mirrors.

"It wasn't that," Sasuke quickly inserted irritably, not wanting his whimsical partner to think him vain. "I just… it's all hard to take in. The clothes, the dancers, and this ballroom… even the music…" he trailed off swearing to himself that it almost sounded like Lacrymosa by Evanescence.

"Maybe I'm dead," he firmly said seriously after some careful consideration. It felt too solid to be a dream, too much of a dream to be reality. Plus he was never this imaginative even when he had his Aniki at his side.

"You are not dead mon ami; very funny, but not dead," Kurenai reassured with a tinkling laugh.

"Well at least tell me how you know my name? I don't remember giving it to anyone here. So how—" He began in frustration but found his efforts falling on deaf ears at the sound of commotion to the side that drew every eye to the double doors in the front.

The court, hearing some silent instruction, bowed as one as their king appeared at the door accompanied by his queen, the consort. They stood their bathed in the hallway light that seemed to create a halo of sorts around their entire bodies. It was as if they were Gods stepping down from Mount Olympus to greet the mortals, the way they ventured to walk into the more dimly lit courtyard with sure, regal steps. Even Sasuke, a stranger to this whole world, could see that as his dark eyes greedily drank them in until the Lady in Red quickly smacked his leg sharply with her liquor red fan so that he too would fall to his knees.

"You fool, bow to their Majesties. I thought you smarter than those stupid Americans. Guess I was wrong," she murmured in a hushed tone but her scolding fell on deaf ears.

It was because despite the sharp pain from the fan he could not take his eyes off the royal couple as they took their rightful places on their thrones; their advisors mysteriously appearing at their sides. In particular he couldn't take his eyes off of the King, who looked like he rolled out of bed and right off the covers of Rolling Stone magazine. He looked like a cocky, rock & roll god the way the blonde destroyed the whole dress code by wearing nothing but black leather pants with silver chains, a black ermine cloak, silver and black rings on almost every finger, a black crown and a leather choker with the word 'pet' in the middle. His feet were even bare as he crossed his powerful, long legs and reclined back against his throne like some dangerous, exotic creature; his crown was tilted slightly to the side of his flaxen head made from what appeared to be black barbed wire, ravens feathers and onyx stones that gleamed wickedly in the light.

It left the rest of him exposed to greedy eyes like the Uchiha's who could appreciate the male form as he drank in all that sun-kissed, golden skin. And those eyes… those cold, hauntingly, beautiful cobalt eyes were one of the king's best features as he stared out at his court in sheer boredom and sadness as if apart from everyone else. Those lovely orbs were accentuated by eyeliner and the dark circles created by lack of sleep. Which made Sasuke inadvertently wonder what could keep his precious king up at night.

Most likely the bitch, whose hand he held, not letting it go even for a moment as they settled into their chairs. The Uchiha could see that the King found something about her ethereal beauty repulsing by the way he leaned away from his consort with a look of barely covered disdain. Yes, she was beautiful and yes, she easily stood out from the crowd with her creamy white skin that looked just as soft as it might actually feel. But where the King's daring outfit seem alluring among the court, hers seem downright provocative.

She was clad in white like some virgin bride or sacrifice. Or at least that was the look she was trying to go for though bias Sasuke couldn't really see it. Her unnaturally bubblegum pink hair was curled and drawn tightly away from her left side to cascade down her pale right shoulder. Nestled atop the rivulets of curls was fluffy white feathers and a tiny silver crown tilted just so to the side. Wrapped around her throat was an Argent Baroque Venezial lace choker that ended in a pink pearl pendant as well as two pink pearl necklaces that fell lower than the last until the second one fell just across her bare chest.

Her breasts, soft, round mounds of alabaster flesh tipped in pink, stood proudly bare against her well laced, ivory corset. They accentuated instead of took away from the pink pearls that were almost inclined to slide between her cleavage. The queen also wore ivory detached bell sleeves that ended in lace; while below her corset she wore an ivory ruffled skirt with laces that split right in the middle showing ivory short shorts and silken legs wrapped in thigh high stockings. She too was barefoot except for her stocking feet and seemed to take much pleasure and satisfaction from the lustful stares she garnered; if you could go by the way her painted kewpie doll lips twitched slightly upward and her emerald green eyes crinkled with hidden amusement.

But of course she pretended like she didn't quite notice the admiring looks as she coyly shifted to whisper something into her husband's ear which coincidentally gave her admirers a bit more leg to gaze at as her skirt shifted to the side. It was downright scandalous and if it wasn't for the fact that the blonde king couldn't care less to what his consort was doing, only sparing her a wry smile and nod, than Sasuke would have snapped. He was on the verge of snapping anyway. He just couldn't quite rationalize why he felt such strong feelings towards the king, especially when his thoughts up until then had been focused on Itachi and how to escape this world.

Lust… yes, there was definitely lust there that led him to desire that the king let go of the pink haired bitch's hand. The same pure, unadulterated lust that made him want to stand up, march over to the reclusive king, grab a fistful of thick flaxen hair he knew would be soft and lush and smash his lips down onto his to swallow up a moan that either one of them would make. Just the screech of indignation coming from the queen would be worth it but there was more… Those eyes held a haunting sadness in them that touched some deep part of his heart. It was as if he lost something very precious to him and in that regards the Uchiha could easily identify with.

Sasuke's heart thumped loudly in his ears when he could have sworn the king glanced at him briefly, almost in surprise of his x-rated thoughts before leaning towards his brunette advisor. Cheeks slightly aflame under his mask, he shifted slightly to slyly adjust himself even while he watched the king talk softly to his advisor, successfully distancing himself from the queen in the process. His eyes watched intently as the ponytail wearing advisor with the widow's peak bowed slightly to hear better even as the king arched up a bit showing a display of rippling muscle in that movement. Unconsciously Sasuke licked his lips and once more tasted the faint metallic, sweet taste of his wine, pondering once more to the familiar secret ingredient that again escaped him.

"They are beautiful, no? The way they look down on us as if we are like the pawns of their precious Chess board," breathed Kurenai in hush awe and envy as the court was finally allowed to stand up. "It is wonderfully frustrating, our desire to get them to notice us. We play nicely so that we may receive their loving praises. We are their children and they are parents."

"I'm pretty sure that normal children don't lust after their parents," Sasuke said wryly even as he noticed to his irritation that many were ogling his king as well.

"Oui, but they are far from ordinary," Kurenai murmured solemnly and mysteriously even as she ventured to lay her hand against his elbow. "We are far from ordinary." She held his gaze meaningfully through the mask before looking away and pointing; the corner of her lips twitching up in a smile at the presence of new entertainment. "Look they are about to bring out the petitioners. I love 'ow cruel he is with them; cold but still just."

Sasuke didn't quite understand what Kurenai meant and would have rather asked further questions about how she knew his name or at least the names of the sovereigns. But just as she said a line of petitioners came to stand a foot or so away from the raised dais. A guard dressed in tight fitting black and silver clothes with a small ruffled collar accompanied them, a spear clasped in his hand as he thumped it down for order. He swiftly bowed to his sovereigns wearing a red and white smiling Venetian cat mask that looked more like he had horns than cat ears against his gravity defying silver hair. He silently presented the nervous petitioners like the Guardian of death or demon servant, forcing one to step forward and kneel when the King was ready to listen.

"Speak," the simple demand from the blonde's lips was enough for the first petitioner to prostrate himself further on the floor. His yelp at the rough handling from the guard was quickly swallowed up by the quivering words of, "Your Mo… Most Honorable Majesties". The petitioner's head shot up, fat jowls quivering when he heard a cruel chuckle from the guard before he snatched his clothed hat off his sweating head and wrung it between tight, meaty fists. "I am so glad… no more than glad… humbled, honored even for you to listen to my co… complaint," he said nervously, watery brown eyes trained firmly on the cold marble floor.

Sasuke was surprised to see that the petitioner's face was bare just like all the other petitioners. He had taken it for granted that everyone, including servants and guards wore Venetian masks except for the King and Queen. But the evidence in front of them was clear enough as Kurenai pointed and whispered about the 'poor, pathetic human'. His eyebrow went up in alarm at that, thinking that all gathered around belonged to the human race but he wisely decided to keep close lipped. His heart beat double time as he watched what the king would do to the 'poor, pathetic human'.

Even as he ventured to tune back in to hear the petitioner's request he couldn't help but realize with slight disappointment that he had missed what the chubby, little man had requested. It wasn't such a big inconvenience since there were more people to listen to but the way the fat man jumped up suddenly in joy, thanking the king repeatedly even as he rang meaty hands together was enough to make the Uchiha wonder.

Once more another petitioner came this time a thin peasant woman who jabbed her fingers accusingly at the man standing next to her. She glared at the guard for a few seconds when he tried to push her ahead before she lifted her tattered skirts and flounced a step forward before bobbing an awkward curtsy. "Your Highnesses," she said politely before smacking her companion over the head so that he would bow as well. "Your Highnesses this man here is my next door neighbor and he has stolen sheep from me. Five sheep to be exact," she said precisely her horse face screwed up in careful thought.

"Don't listen to her majesties she's delusional. She only has twenty-seven sheep to begin with not thirty-two," the sun burnt man began, gesturing wildly. His hair was black peppered with gray and stringy as it whipped around as he smacked down a finger that kept poking at him until the king called for silence.

Sasuke watched mesmerized as the king listened to their pitiful complaints before ordering justice to the woman in the amount of the cost of five sheep or five years of servitude. He listened to similar domestic complaints like this and one from a man who dared to hunt in the King's forest. Apparently it was his second time doing this after a warning given and so the king gave him to the death penalty for which the man fell to his knees, blubbering and begging for forgiveness.

It fell to deaf ears as the king took obvious cruel pleasure from the man's pain making Sasuke shiver in anticipation. He wasn't really a masochist at heart but he was willing to learn. It wasn't like him to be a bystander to such violence as the poor hunter kicked and screamed as he was dragged off by two other guardsmen; but the way the king's haunting eyes lit up briefly from that moment of amusement assuaged any guilt that he may have.

Suddenly the king waved for his officer to dismiss the rest of the petitioners even as he turned hungry sapphire orbs to his consort. Those eyes were so different from the ones that lit briefly with cruel pleasure before being swallowed up by disinterest again. His face too had changed. It was now filled with such ferocity and need that Sasuke nearly gasped with a want of his own.

The queen couldn't help a fine shiver riding down her spine, her breath hitching as she instinctively parted her silken thighs to let her king settle in between them. The courtiers still gathered around them took this all in stride as something commonplace even as they continued to look at the sovereigns as if seeing something new and fascinating.

A knowing smirk spread across the queen's painted kewpie doll lips in the realization that she was needed for this act, luxuriating in it even as she swiftly undid his black ermine cape to let it pool at their feet before wrapping her long legs around his waist, drawing him closer. Large, black angels wings came into view as the cape fell. Folded against both shoulder blades and the expanse of his back in great detail, the tattoo looked like it would come to life at any moment. As if they would peel away from sun-kissed skin and stretch to full wing span, showing to the world a true fallen angel.

The falling black feathers still floating down almost seem to add to the illusion leaving Sasuke in awe. That was until he found the fat cow's ankles ruining the sight of that glorious back by hooking together, crossing to capture her wayward king like the black widow spider that she was. She wove her web of deceit as she drew his head upward for a kiss against his brow. The queen seemed to know that no matter what troubles they were having in private he still needed her for something only she could give him and it infuriated the Uchiha.

Manicured champagne pink fingertips stroked and rubbed his golden head as if he was a wayward pup wanting the attention of its Mistress. She lightly tugged his hair back to see those bloodthirsty eyes hooded and trained on her with such burning need. It made her gasp in wonder as he bared his teeth in warning at his queen before she loosened her legs slightly so he could draw up some.

"I will deny you nothing my king," she murmured meekly, drawing his head to her bosom, eyes fluttering close at what would come next. Sasuke could strangely hear everything even as he stood rooted to the spot. Jealousy took root and blossomed in his heart quickly, wrapping thorny limbs around the pulsing organ, squeezing it until he hissed out in pain and frustration. It should be him and not that pink haired bitch that felt the teasing flick of the blonde's tongue teasing his nipple while sending soft, barely their touches to the other nipple before pinching it hard. It should be him and not her who finally felt that hot mouth of his greedily engulf his nipple to suck, bite and tease until he threw his head back in ecstasy.

He moaned involuntarily at the possible image even as he watched his new rival's mouth gap open in silent rapture. He grudgingly took in everything. The way her heels dug into the small of the king's back even as she braced a quivering hand against the back of the chair. Her ass lifted slightly, back arched painfully upward as she tried to get closer to her king. Her painted lips tumbled out words of endearment, praise and encouragement as if she was close to orgasming at the simple play of his tongue across her skin and Sasuke didn't deny it for a moment.

She was under the coldhearted sovereign's spell just as quickly as he himself was slipping. Her hand practically fisted his hair until it looked like the locks would come out in clumps as he pushed her up some more with his large hand, holding her effortlessly there despite the awkward angle.

Sasuke screamed his frustration in his head, fingernails digging bloody crescents into his palms as he finally prepared to step forward. But just then the blonde lifted up his golden head; blue eyes unusually bright in the candlelight, showing precious garnet jewels of blood clinging to his fleshy bottom lip before it rolled down his chin. He knew that it was wrong… was sick but Sasuke wanted to pin each bead of garnet down with his tongue before sucking on the King's bottom lip. He wanted to… and that's when Sasuke realized what the co-star to his future wet dreams was actually doing.

The Uchiha could spy two angry puncture marks right above a pink nipple still glistening with saliva and it was like all the puzzle pieces clicked together as the queen bared her fangs coquettishly at her king. The taste… he remembered the somewhat familiar taste of the wine that eluded him.

His eyes widened like round dinner plates, barely realizing that he had unconsciously grabbed for a wine glass in his frustration to drown his frustration when it sloshed dangerously over before breaking against the pristine chessboard floor. He stared stupidly down at it, a gasp ripped from his lips before he noticed the heated gazes of several courtiers turning to him instead of the show going on by the throne.

He flinched away from them, taking an instinctive step backwards when suddenly a strong, cold hand snapped around his wrist like an iron fetter bolting him to the spot despite his tugging. Slowly his wide black eyes looked at his dancing companion Kurenai through his mask as she looked with slightly glazed, hungry eyes at the dripping hand. She lifted it slowly so that he could see what he had done as well as see the faint crescent marks that were probably oozing sluggishly with his blood.

"Look at this Monsieur Uchiha. You 'ave cut yourself so badly. I'd be more than 'appy to clean it for you though," she murmured already drawing his index finger to her mouth. She closed jewel red lips around the trembling digit, humming her pleasure at the taste as she sucked and licked it sinuously slow before he felt her nip him.

He barely managed to jerk his finger back before he saw the gleam of fanged teeth and the blood starting to bead on his fingertip. "I'm sorry Monsieur Uchiha but I'm so 'ungry," she gasped out before lapping up the wine and blood on his palm. Her grip was too strong to pull away from as he watched in spellbound horror before he felt more than saw the others closing around him. His eyes darted bewilderingly to his king only to see burning azure looking down at him as the vampire court enveloped him.

"Poor, pathetic human…"

Sasuke suddenly found himself very much awake and cursing to himself. His heart whooshed loudly in his ears as he continued to tremble, shaken to the very core. His hands were clammy and ice cold as he looked down at the unmarred palm devoid of blood. His fingers reached to touch his face and found warm skin instead of the hard contours of a mask.

Relief and regret washed over him in ebbing waves as he finally sagged down against his cool sheets and pillows, wiping the sweat from his brow. He forced himself to remember that he was in Paris, France, in a little hotel by the river Seine. He was lying in a wooden, canopy bed surrounded by walls of pale, faded orange with a breathtaking view of the city from the French doors directly across from the bed. He had opened the doors because the night was warm and balmy and he had prayed for a gentle breeze.

But those eyes… how they burned when they zeroed in on him. They were filled with the same cruel amusement as earlier as he watched Sasuke go under and it made a fine shiver ride down his spine and goose bumps break out across his arms. He didn't know what to think… didn't know what to say as his throbbing heart settled back down into his chest. That was until he heard the rich, velvety voice of someone else in the room.

"Did you sleep well my little rabbit?" the intruder requested, as he stepped out into the pale moonlight to reveal the hauntingly beautiful silhouette of the king, complete with fangs.

A/N: I'd also would love, love, love it if someone could draw fan art for this particular story I don't care if I'm tapped out of creative juices, if someone can draw a picture of the Naruto I'm describing with either the Sasuke or Sakura I'm thinking of in my head then I'd make another chapter just for them… no lies. Anyway enjoy and please review if you enjoy this ^^;