I DON'T OWN NARUTO
"There won't be peace, it will never come unless we put forth an effort to make it happen!" the young prince shouted to the room of men. They were the hyuuga elders, regal men of age and wisdom. A bunch of old bags in his opinion.
"Peace!" one shouted. "They kill us for no reason! How do you make peace with monsters?"
"There not monsters!" he retorted glaring at the man. "There more afraid of us than we are of them."
"You're only saying that because you're supposedly in love with one of them." Another said.
"No I'm-"
"His father would have never done something like this," one interrupted. "But gentlemen let's look at this rationally."
He did not think one of these old geezers would actually try to listen to reason. "What are you saying?" one questioned looking mad.
"Young boys such as him have needs and we cannot blame him for acting on his desires. He saw a beautiful girl and he couldn't help himself. It's that simple gentlemen he just needed someone to warm his sheets, am I correct young prince?"
Warm his sheets? What do they take him for? A horny teenager? He is twenty-two and pass the required year for marriage just to focus on his studies to become a good king.
"I've had enough" he thought walking out of the room.
...-...
King Iruyu was furious. He didn't agree with his daughters pick for a spouse and his people wouldn't either, but he loves his daughter and she is a smart young lady. If she made a decision like this then she must of thought about it long and hard. He loved his daughter and he cared about her happiness. Against his best judgment he decided to try to make peace with those beasts, but they ruined everything.
His daughter! His beautiful daughter is gone. They killed her! He had to hear his wife scream in agony at the lost of their daughter. There little girl is gone. The little girl he tucked in to bed every night the light of his world is gone. Those beasts are going to pay!
"Father?" he heard his son call.
"Yes?"
His son looked at the floor then reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. His daughter's necklace. He reached out and grabbed it gentle. He held it in his palm and looked at it deeply, the memories of his daughter coming to him.
He's been in wars and come back victorious. He has scares on sixty percent of his body. He is tall and buff. People feared him, but at that moment he caved in. he sunk to his knees and clutched the necklace in his fist, and sobbed.
"THEY WILL PAY!" he shouted.