Title: Descendant of the Rose

Summary: Living with a "curse" doesn't stop Naruto from being as normal as he can be. He is eager to experience school, first love, and general teenage drama. But what happens when his secret life threatens his normal existence? NaruSasu

Pairing/s: Naruto x Sasuke (main), Kyuubi/Kurama x Haku (crack pairing! XD), others that will be revealed in due time…

A/N: I love Versailles. I'm practically obsessed with them now. Their sound is so unique and they're so elegant and beautiful and I truly wish I could dress like them. And Hizaki! OMG, not only does he make awesome guitar riffs, he makes a beautiful girl too! And Kamijo's voice! It takes some getting used to, but it's so unique as well and that's why I love it! Gah, why can't American bands be as awesome as them?! DX

*cough* Anyway... this story was very slightly inspired by Versailles and their short TV series Onegai Kanaete Versailles. Chapter titles are the titles of Versailles' songs which may or may not actually mean anything about the chapter itself. Also, the songs themselves may or may not be the theme for that chapter. Think of it what you will and don't hurt yourself along the way. :3

Now, please enjoy the story!

Warning/s: OOCs, language, slash, a bit of violence, supernatural situations, slight manga spoilers

Disclaimer: Naruto and the band Versailles does not belong to me, no matter how many times I wish on a shooting star. T^T

~*~ Chapter One: ~*~

~*~ Intro ~*~

Aristocrats beautifully attired...

When Naruto saw them for the first time, the first thing that he thought was that they were beautiful people.

He had seen beautiful people before, walking down the street or through the windows of their homes, but never had he seen people that looked so ethereal, like they didn't even belong in this plane of existence.

Their movements were graceful, almost like they had practiced them over and over again to the point that they seemed to glide instead of walk. Their skin was pale, yet not sickly, making it seemingly glow in the moonlight like an otherworldly creature. And their eyes held a depth that no ordinary person had, like they knew pain and loneliness and have seen many horrifying things in their lifetime.

For some reason, Naruto felt drawn to them. He felt like something was calling out to him whenever he saw them. It was a rather faint call, yet strong enough for him to feel it and recognize it for what it was. The call was usually strongest when he locked eyes with the tallest – and possibly most intimidating – man in the group.

The man looked the most regal out of all of them. He had long red hair, narrow green eyes and despite his regal air he still had a feral look to him. Somewhat like a fox, sleek and cunning but fierce to fight back when cornered. Naruto was drawn to that man most of all. There was something familiar about him, but he couldn't put his finger on why he felt that way.

Nevertheless, Naruto never approached the group, no matter how strong an urge he felt to do so. He didn't want to be wrong about his feelings and get rejected like so many times before. After all, these people were beautiful and he was just a street orphan, a nobody. They were from different worlds and he didn't deserve their attention.

He didn't deserve anything…

In a world filled with the smell of roses, there lived two clans

It was evening, just nearing eight o'clock, and Naruto hurried over to the busy park he was assigned to with several other kids. At seven years old, Naruto was a skinny little thing and looked much younger than he really was. He wore a faded blue shirt that was three sizes too big on his tiny frame, a pair of shorts, and dirt brown flip flops that were several sizes too big for his feet and slapped loudly on the pavement as he ran. His skin was dirty and smudged, his blond hair greasy and limp, and his wide blue eyes that should have been sparkling with laughter and life were as serious as a seven-year-old's eyes could be.

It was not an uncommon sight to see, as sad as it may seem. There were homeless kids everywhere that looked similar to Naruto and the people of Konoha were used to the sight of them wandering the streets, begging for change from passerby.

Naruto was one of those street kids. He stationed himself on the sidewalk, next to a lamppost, and shook his tin can at passerby, asking for alms. Most people ignored him, since he was a filthy street kid, but he could sense the pity in their eyes. Some may have wanted to help him, but he knew that their own lives were more important than his. He knew that he didn't deserve their help. He didn't even deserve their pity.

One who believed that death brings everlasting happiness. The others seek eternal life.

After an hour or so of begging, Naruto decided to take a break. He stretched his arms over his head, trying to relieve his limbs of their tension, and he went to sit on the curb to rest his aching feet. Across the busy street, there was a café of the kind where tables were set up outside as well. Most of the customers that sat outside were smoking, but there was a group of five that wasn't. They seemed to be eating outside just to enjoy the night air, though that seemed a little hard to do considering it was a city full of pollution.

Naruto had been seeing the group every night for two weeks now. He had the strangest feeling that they were following him, but they never showed any signs that they were aside from showing up wherever Naruto was. They hardly even noticed him, too busy with their sightseeing or whatever it was they were doing every night.

Though it should be suspicious, Naruto couldn't bring himself to feel that way. It was like some unknowable force was trying to push him towards the beautiful group of people and it felt… right. It was as if he was supposed to meet those people, that those people will change his life for the better if he just plucked up the courage and go over to them.

However as soon as those thoughts appeared in his mind, he pushed them away. He was a lowly street urchin and, as his caretaker Mizuki would always remind him and his fellow street urchins, they didn't deserve anything and aside from begging they should leave ordinary people alone. Such is the lonely life of a street kid.

One day both dreams become reality.

"Hey look! There's Naruto!"

Hearing his name being called, Naruto turned his head and a scowl instantly formed on his face when he saw who it was calling him. A boy a few years older than him and surrounded by other boys the same age approached the little blond. There were leers on the other boys' faces and that did not sit well on Naruto's stomach. They were known to cause trouble with the other orphans and they were favored by Mizuki as well, so Naruto knew that it was not going to be pleasant to interact with them.

"What do you want, Otoha?" the blond asked warily.

"Eh? We're hurt Naruto-kun!" the leader, Otoha, said, looking mock-offended. "Can't a friend just hang out with another friend when he wants to?"

"When have we ever been friends?" Naruto shot back, a hand unconsciously reaching up to rub at his scarred cheek. It was because of Otoha and his gang that he got those scars. He would never forgive them for that.

Otoha just smirked and reached out to grab the tin can that Naruto left sitting on the pavement next to him. Naruto let out an indignant "oi!" and he reached out for the can, but was held back by the other boys who were obviously bigger and stronger than he was.

"Ne, Naruto, I'm sure you won't mind if we take your earnings, huh?" Otoha said, rattling the can tauntingly in front of Naruto's face. "We're a bit short you see, but you'll be a good friend and give it to us, right?"

"No way, give it back!" Naruto yelled, struggling in the tight grip the other boys had him in. "If I don't have enough money I'll be punished!"

"Not our problem, is it?" Otoha said with a nonchalant shrug and Naruto had enough.

The others would never be destroyed. They were forced to live in loneliness, like a neverending punishment.

The little blond managed to stomp on the foot of one boy holding him. As the boy howled in pain, he slipped out of the loosened grip, kicked the other boy who was holding him, and then launched himself at Otoha. The older boy cried out in surprise, but struggled as Naruto tried to pry the can away from his hands.

"I said give it back!"

"As if you freak!"

Soon the other boys joined in and they easily pulled Naruto away from Otoha, though not without a few scratches and bruises from the intense struggling Naruto dished out. The blond may be small, but he wasn't one to back off easily.

"Crazy freak!" Otoha spat, glaring at the struggling Naruto. "Hey, throw him into the street!"

Naruto's body locked in fright at the sentence. Everyone knew that the streets around Konoha Memorial Park were busy and it was dangerous to try and jaywalk across it. And if they were going to push him into the busy intersection…

"Dude, Otoha, that's going too far," said one of the other boys who had some common sense and at least a conscience for this kind of thing.

Otoha rolled his eyes and stalked forward, grabbing a still frozen Naruto by the collar and shoving him towards the street. "You guys are cowards," he muttered and before any of the other boys could protest, he pushed Naruto off of the sidewalk and onto the busy street.

Centuries later, the others' time had come.

Naruto couldn't react. He felt frozen stiff, even as Otoha grabbed him and pushed him off the curb. He was aware though, aware of his body flying through the air, his feet stumbling along the ground, and he was aware of the car coming straight towards him at near high speed.

He was doubly aware of his body hitting the hood of the car and then the windshield, causing it to crack at the force of his body slamming into it. The car screeched to a halt (thankfully) and Naruto rolled off of the hood and onto the ground, hitting his head harshly on the pavement. His blue eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, but they soon glazed over as the pain finally registered in his brain.

Everything hurt, especially his head, which was throbbing painfully in time with his heartbeat. His vision was going in and out of focus and he could barely breathe. He tried moving, tried to sit up, but it was futile. Even the thought of moving around made his body throb in pain.

He could hear a few hurried voices around him and he was sure someone said, "Call an ambulance, quick!" Thank God for small mercies. At least someone out there was kind-hearted enough to think of his well-being, even though he was just a street kid.

Descendants of the Rose appeared.

Naruto didn't know how long he laid there on the ground. He wasn't even sure if he was going to survive this. His vision had already gone so blurry he could have been looking through frosted glass and he couldn't hear anything aside from the muffled words of those concerned people around him. In the distance, he could vaguely hear the blare of an oncoming ambulance, yet he couldn't be sure. Everything ached so much and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep…

As a street orphan, Naruto wasn't ignorant to the concept of death. At a much younger age, he had witnessed a couple people, even a few of his fellow orphans, lose their lives and it had terrified him back then. Yet now, the thought of him dying seemed almost pleasant to him. At least he wouldn't have to endure the painful, lonely life of a street child any longer.

"You are not going to die."

If Naruto had the energy he would have jumped at the voice, however all his body did was twitch slightly. Strange that he could hear this baritone voice so clearly yet everything else was muffled like someone put layers of cloth around his ears.

With their meeting, the memory of that day came flooding back.

"We have been waiting for you, young one. Now, you shall take your rightful place with us."

The little blond wondered what exactly the voice was talking about, but then he felt cold hands adjust his body into a straight position and something was wrapped around his neck before he was carefully picked up and place down on something soft and a bit hard, but not uncomfortable. He felt whatever he was laying on move across the slightly uneven ground and fingers were pressing on his arms, his legs, his neck, his face. Someone peeled back his eyelid and there was a bright shine that suggested the same someone was shining a light in his eyes, but it barely irritated his vision. Everything was still so blurry and God he was so tired…

"Let go now and be reborn. We will come to you soon, young one..."

And it was with that, Naruto's eyes slipped closed, flashes of red appearing in his mind's eye as his heart slowed to a stop.

And so the descendants joined their ancestors in an eternity of loneliness.

Across the street from the crowd of paramedics, policemen, and curious onlookers, a group of five beautiful people sat outside a café, occasionally glancing over at the chaos but not really looking interested in it all. In fact, their eyes seemed to have a look of excitement and anticipation and small smiles took form on their lips.

The red-haired man – no doubt the leader of the group if the way he held himself was anything to go by – lightly held his sweating glass of iced tea, swiping his thumb through the droplets of water running down the outside of the glass. There was a pensive expression on his face despite the smirk gracing his lips. As the paramedics across the street wheeled the near-dead little blond boy into the ambulance, the man lifted his glass in a small toast, his eyes fixed on the prone form on the gurney.

"Welcome to eternity… Naruto…"

They were the ones who believed in death…

A/N: There you have it, the prologue of my little story. If you're confused, well, you're going to have to wait until everything is explained. I hope you'll enjoy the ride as the mystery unfolds (which won't be for a while) and I know I'll enjoy writing it. Though don't expect fast updates. I have quite a lot on my plate. I should be beating myself up for starting another story, but I wanted to post this chapter before the novelty of knowing the bijuus names wears off (that's a spoiler for those who don't read the manga at this time!). Ah, I love the bijuus. Their names are awesome, especially the Yonbi! XD

The chapter title Intro truly is a Versailles song. It is the first song in the Lyrical Sympathy album, right before The Love From A Dead Orchestra (or at least I think it is…). Also, the story in bolded italics was taken from The Revenant Choir PV/single, though slightly edited.

Oh, and don't forget to check out Versailles' songs! Their international name is Versailles Philharmonic Quintet and don't be fooled by their appearance and the fact that they had two crossdressers (their late bassist, Jasmine You – yes, he's a dude – died back in '09, but Hizaki is still alive and looking beautiful). Their music is labeled as symphonic power metal with orchestra snippets, heavy and fast guitar riffs, quick drum beats, baritone vocals, and a hot bassist which makes up for the fact that you can barely hear the bass. I love them so much! TT~TT

*Ahem* So, that's it I guess? Thank you for reading, please drop a review, and forgive me when I take long to update (because I will take long to update). I have high hopes for this story and hopefully I won't get disinterested by it. Hopefully… Oh God help me…