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Wow, 40 chapters?
Thanks to everyone who has kept reading these!
I do not own Umineko no Naku Koro Ni or Naruto, but I do hope to own a few more reviews! *hint*
The scene between Beatrice and Beatrice is from the original plot of Umineko, as it's kind of vital for understanding some of the later story, so it isn't mine!

Beatrice stared at the blonde shinobi, her usually perfect features twisted into a mixture of surprise and rage. Deidara was looked at her with a determined and stern expression, radiating his hatred for her as the golden butterflies circled him.

"There's no way! You're dead – you surrendered your soul and became my furniture!" Beatrice hissed.

Deidara didn't look at her, but instead regarded Hanabi's head, still held in the arms of the demons by Neji's mouth. Neji looked exhausted, a trickle of the blood-wine running from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were dull and dark.

"Hanabi, you're too young to give up and die yet. Can't you see what this witch has done to you?" Deidara asked.

Hanabi just looked at him silently.

"Dei…dara?" Neji croaked, looking up.

Deidara turned and stared at the witch, his arms crossed and a defiant grin on his face.

"I can't give up either. Now that I've seen Neji's perseverance, I've regained my will to fight, Beatrice! I refuse to surrender!" He yelled, fists clenched.

"Teehee, well said, Deidara. I like it…I accept your challenge!" Beatrice snarled with a smirk, stepping towards the s-ranked criminal.

"Heh, I won't be so easily done in this time!" countered Deidara, also taking a step towards his opponent.

The golden butterflies encircled the pair of them, the glowing becoming a blinding white light that filled every space in the room, as the two enemies glared at each other.

Lady Bernkastel looked up, the teacup in her pale slender fingers. Once again she sat in the circular tower room, that same clinically sterile white light filtering through the tall windows. She set the cup down on the dark-wooded table that sat on the checker-board patterned floor, and look to her side.

There was a sudden golden glow, and Beatrice the Endless Witch appeared in the chair by Lady Bernkastel's side, smirking slightly as she twirled her long golden pipe around her slender fingers.

"Tell me, Lady Bernkastel, are you enjoying the games so far?" Beatrice asked.

"Such blatantly one-sided games are so tedious…" The violet haired witch replied, looking away disdainfully.

"Hehehe, are you saying that you have no chance of winning, Bernkastel?" Beatrice asked, her smile widening a little.

"What are you talking about?" Bernkastel quickly enquired.

"Do not try to lie to me," Beatrice said casually, "I know now that you are no mere observer."

"And what if I have decided to join this game?"

"Oh to think the legendary Lady Bernkastel is fighting against me! Why, I am truly honoured!"

The lilac witch in question closed her eyes and looked away with a slight sigh. Suddenly, she looked up to see someone else had joined their conversation. Lady Lambdadelta was watching the pair of them, resting her chin on one black-gloved hand, and her elbows on her crossed legs. She giggled her pale blonde hair ruffling around her face as she did so.

"Looks like I've found you all!" She exclaimed, beaming, but with cold eyes.

"Lambda, you've also joined this game?" asked Bernkastel, her blank expression not changing for even a moment.

"Don't shorten my name like that!" snapped Lambdadelta, her face irritated.

"Upon hearing that you were playing against me, Lady Lambdadelta decided she would switch allegiances, and is now betting against you loosing rather than I." Beatrice explained, motioning towards the pink-clad witch who was pouting at Lady Bernkastel.

"You still have a grudge against me, I see…" Bernkastel sighed.

"Of course! Anyone who is your opponent is my ally, Bern!" laughed Lambdadelta.

"I see…but now I've been exposed, I'll be going all out. Don't expect this to be as easy from now on, Beatrice." Bernkastel said emotionlessly, looking straight ahead, away from her companions.

"In which case," Beatrice grinned, "I'll see you in the next game!"

A small girl in a long floor-length pale pink gown stood at the foot of a flight of stairs, staring at a mess of china on the floor before her. Her hair was a rich dark blonde and held up in an ornate up do with a couple of ornamental roses. She was about eight years old, and the clothes she was wearing were extremely old fashioned.

The little girl was crying, the pearly tears rolling down her pale cheeks, azure eyes fixed on the broken vase.

"I…I broke it…" She sniffed to her herself in between splutters.

At that moment, a shining golden butterfly fluttered past her line of sight. She looked up, moving her hands wet with tears from her face, and enthralled, stared at it as it moved around a corner of the hallway. From behind the corner, stepped a beautiful woman.

The newcomer was dress in a floor-length dark navy blue dress, which flared out from her hips. The neckline was edged with white frills and swept almost horizontally from one shoulder to another, exposing the perfect skin of her neck and shoulders. She looked like some sort of grand western queen. On her head sat a broad rimmed hat, topped with scarlet roses and more white frills. Her eyes were heavily lidded and she had long straight almost white lilac hair that flowed down her back.

"Beatrice!" Squeaked the girl.

"Princess…the master really like this vase didn't he?" asked Beatrice kindly, her blue eyes gentle.

"…What can I do…?" Whimpered the girl as fresh tears ran down her face.

"I can't fix the vase completely, but I might be able to do something to make the master not angry at you." Beatrice explained to the little girl.

"What do you mean?"

The woman bent down so that she was face to face with the girl.

"For magic to work, you have to believe in it. Without that, it can not exist." She said.

"Please, Beatrice – I believe in your magic! I really do!" insisted the girl, her eyes wide.

"Very well," Beatrice said, straightening up with a small smile before turning and looking at the broken fragments of vase that lay on the carpet. From the long draping ruffled sleeves of her dress she drew a small wooden object, a thin wand.

"Come, try and remember the form you used to have…" Beatrice said softly as light emanated from the wand's tip and engulfed the broken vase.

Once the light receded, the mended vase, pristine and in perfect condition, sat once more on top of the dresser.

"Beatrice, that's amazing! You fixed the vase with magic!" grinned the girl, her wide blue eyes full of admiration.

"I'm afraid it isn't that impressive. I merely revived the memory of the vase, before it was smashed. It won't last that long, but will serve its purpose." Beatrice replied.

"A…memory…?" Asked the girl, her face puzzled.

"Hey, come back! Stop!" shouted a shrill voice from up the hallway.

A maid was sprinting down the hall, her face covered in sweat and an exasperated look on her face. She was running after a small black cat, which was doing everything it could to get away from her.

The small animal leapt onto the chest of drawers on which the vase was standing and on to the floor before darting away into the shadows. The vase rocked as the cat bumped it slightly, tipped, and then fell onto the floor, shattering into many little pieces. The little girl gasped and took a step back.

"Oh, my…the cat has broken the Masters vase…oh, he'll be so angry with it!" The maid exclaimed before darting down the corridor to explain what had happened to the master.

Beatrice looked down at the little girl, her face impassive but not unkind.

"It's very easy to break something, you know, princess. However, it's almost impossible to put it completely back together. This is how magic works. Although…the one who aught me could use the endless magic, far superior in power, not just a temporary fix."

"Eternal?" The girl asked.

"Yes. It is an honour to be called an Endless Witch, a level that all witches aspire to meet." Beatrice explained, "An endless which has no concept of breaking and loss. They are freed from the pain caused by loss and death."

"An Endless…Witch…" The girl repeated.

"Beatrice, could I become an Endless Witch, and be happy forever?" She asked suddenly.

"You'd have to go through a lot of training before you can reach that level, young princess!" laughed Beatrice, patting the child's head affectionately.

The girl smiled, but turned to Beatrice as the witch started to walk away.

"I want to be a witch!" she said, "I want to be happy…Please teach me how to become a witch, Beatrice!"

"You really want to…?" Beatrice asked, turning to face her.

"…yes!" The girl insisted.

"Then…I will make you my protégé, princess." The witch said.

Beatrice smiled, a gentle benevolent smile as she looked at the girl before her, those pure blue eyes brimming with excitement, the innocent child's face radiating happiness and hope.

Description
Wow, 40 chapters?
Thanks to everyone who has kept reading these!
I do not own Umineko no Naku Koro Ni or Naruto, but I do hope to own a few more reviews! *hint*
The scene between Beatrice and Beatrice is from the original plot of Umineko, as it's kind of vital for understanding some of the later story, so it isn't mine!

Beatrice stared at the blonde shinobi, her usually perfect features twisted into a mixture of surprise and rage. Deidara was looked at her with a determined and stern expression, radiating his hatred for her as the golden butterflies circled him.

"There's no way! You're dead – you surrendered your soul and became my furniture!" Beatrice hissed.

Deidara didn't look at her, but instead regarded Hanabi's head, still held in the arms of the demons by Neji's mouth. Neji looked exhausted, a trickle of the blood-wine running from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were dull and dark.

"Hanabi, you're too young to give up and die yet. Can't you see what this witch has done to you?" Deidara asked.

Hanabi just looked at him silently.

"Dei…dara?" Neji croaked, looking up.

Deidara turned and stared at the witch, his arms crossed and a defiant grin on his face.

"I can't give up either. Now that I've seen Neji's perseverance, I've regained my will to fight, Beatrice! I refuse to surrender!" He yelled, fists clenched.

"Teehee, well said, Deidara. I like it…I accept your challenge!" Beatrice snarled with a smirk, stepping towards the s-ranked criminal.

"Heh, I won't be so easily done in this time!" countered Deidara, also taking a step towards his opponent.

The golden butterflies encircled the pair of them, the glowing becoming a blinding white light that filled every space in the room, as the two enemies glared at each other.

Lady Bernkastel looked up, the teacup in her pale slender fingers. Once again she sat in the circular tower room, that same clinically sterile white light filtering through the tall windows. She set the cup down on the dark-wooded table that sat on the checker-board patterned floor, and look to her side.

There was a sudden golden glow, and Beatrice the Endless Witch appeared in the chair by Lady Bernkastel's side, smirking slightly as she twirled her long golden pipe around her slender fingers.

"Tell me, Lady Bernkastel, are you enjoying the games so far?" Beatrice asked.

"Such blatantly one-sided games are so tedious…" The violet haired witch replied, looking away disdainfully.

"Hehehe, are you saying that you have no chance of winning, Bernkastel?" Beatrice asked, her smile widening a little.

"What are you talking about?" Bernkastel quickly enquired.

"Do not try to lie to me," Beatrice said casually, "I know now that you are no mere observer."

"And what if I have decided to join this game?"

"Oh to think the legendary Lady Bernkastel is fighting against me! Why, I am truly honoured!"

The lilac witch in question closed her eyes and looked away with a slight sigh. Suddenly, she looked up to see someone else had joined their conversation. Lady Lambdadelta was watching the pair of them, resting her chin on one black-gloved hand, and her elbows on her crossed legs. She giggled her pale blonde hair ruffling around her face as she did so.

"Looks like I've found you all!" She exclaimed, beaming, but with cold eyes.

"Lambda, you've also joined this game?" asked Bernkastel, her blank expression not changing for even a moment.

"Don't shorten my name like that!" snapped Lambdadelta, her face irritated.

"Upon hearing that you were playing against me, Lady Lambdadelta decided she would switch allegiances, and is now betting against you loosing rather than I." Beatrice explained, motioning towards the pink-clad witch who was pouting at Lady Bernkastel.

"You still have a grudge against me, I see…" Bernkastel sighed.

"Of course! Anyone who is your opponent is my ally, Bern!" laughed Lambdadelta.

"I see…but now I've been exposed, I'll be going all out. Don't expect this to be as easy from now on, Beatrice." Bernkastel said emotionlessly, looking straight ahead, away from her companions.

"In which case," Beatrice grinned, "I'll see you in the next game!"

A small girl in a long floor-length pale pink gown stood at the foot of a flight of stairs, staring at a mess of china on the floor before her. Her hair was a rich dark blonde and held up in an ornate up do with a couple of ornamental roses. She was about eight years old, and the clothes she was wearing were extremely old fashioned.

The little girl was crying, the pearly tears rolling down her pale cheeks, azure eyes fixed on the broken vase.

"I…I broke it…" She sniffed to her herself in between splutters.

At that moment, a shining golden butterfly fluttered past her line of sight. She looked up, moving her hands wet with tears from her face, and enthralled, stared at it as it moved around a corner of the hallway. From behind the corner, stepped a beautiful woman.

The newcomer was dress in a floor-length dark navy blue dress, which flared out from her hips. The neckline was edged with white frills and swept almost horizontally from one shoulder to another, exposing the perfect skin of her neck and shoulders. She looked like some sort of grand western queen. On her head sat a broad rimmed hat, topped with scarlet roses and more white frills. Her eyes were heavily lidded and she had long straight almost white lilac hair that flowed down her back.

"Beatrice!" Squeaked the girl.

"Princess…the master really like this vase didn't he?" asked Beatrice kindly, her blue eyes gentle.

"…What can I do…?" Whimpered the girl as fresh tears ran down her face.

"I can't fix the vase completely, but I might be able to do something to make the master not angry at you." Beatrice explained to the little girl.

"What do you mean?"

The woman bent down so that she was face to face with the girl.

"For magic to work, you have to believe in it. Without that, it can not exist." She said.

"Please, Beatrice – I believe in your magic! I really do!" insisted the girl, her eyes wide.

"Very well," Beatrice said, straightening up with a small smile before turning and looking at the broken fragments of vase that lay on the carpet. From the long draping ruffled sleeves of her dress she drew a small wooden object, a thin wand.

"Come, try and remember the form you used to have…" Beatrice said softly as light emanated from the wand's tip and engulfed the broken vase.

Once the light receded, the mended vase, pristine and in perfect condition, sat once more on top of the dresser.

"Beatrice, that's amazing! You fixed the vase with magic!" grinned the girl, her wide blue eyes full of admiration.

"I'm afraid it isn't that impressive. I merely revived the memory of the vase, before it was smashed. It won't last that long, but will serve its purpose." Beatrice replied.

"A…memory…?" Asked the girl, her face puzzled.

"Hey, come back! Stop!" shouted a shrill voice from up the hallway.

A maid was sprinting down the hall, her face covered in sweat and an exasperated look on her face. She was running after a small black cat, which was doing everything it could to get away from her.

The small animal leapt onto the chest of drawers on which the vase was standing and on to the floor before darting away into the shadows. The vase rocked as the cat bumped it slightly, tipped, and then fell onto the floor, shattering into many little pieces. The little girl gasped and took a step back.

"Oh, my…the cat has broken the Masters vase…oh, he'll be so angry with it!" The maid exclaimed before darting down the corridor to explain what had happened to the master.

Beatrice looked down at the little girl, her face impassive but not unkind.

"It's very easy to break something, you know, princess. However, it's almost impossible to put it completely back together. This is how magic works. Although…the one who aught me could use the endless magic, far superior in power, not just a temporary fix."

"Eternal?" The girl asked.

"Yes. It is an honour to be called an Endless Witch, a level that all witches aspire to meet." Beatrice explained, "An endless which has no concept of breaking and loss. They are freed from the pain caused by loss and death."

"An Endless…Witch…" The girl repeated.

"Beatrice, could I become an Endless Witch, and be happy forever?" She asked suddenly.

"You'd have to go through a lot of training before you can reach that level, young princess!" laughed Beatrice, patting the child's head affectionately.

The girl smiled, but turned to Beatrice as the witch started to walk away.

"I want to be a witch!" she said, "I want to be happy…Please teach me how to become a witch, Beatrice!"

"You really want to…?" Beatrice asked, turning to face her.

"…yes!" The girl insisted.

"Then…I will make you my protégé, princess." The witch said.

Beatrice smiled, a gentle benevolent smile as she looked at the girl before her, those pure blue eyes brimming with excitement, the innocent child's face radiating happiness and hope.