Aloha fellow fanfictioners! I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, okay? I'm not that brilliant...
Chapter One: The Idea
Upperton Castle of Lowerland was enormous and had so many servants that the King and Queen couldn't keep track of them. Heck, not even the servants could keep track of eachother. So, when Naruto, one of the many stablehands, caught wind of an upcoming event where various lords, princes, and noblemen would compete various competitions for Princess Ino's-who he was madly in love with- hand in marraige, Naruto knew he could sneak in and nobody would recognize him.
"Princess Ino is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She's just so...perfect. Do you realize how lucky I'd be if I won this competition?"
"Naruto." Hinata, one of the scullerymaids, was sweeping the floor of the castle's wide stone kitchen while Naruto sat on the large wooden table in the middle of the room, eating a leftover poppyseed muffin Hinata gave him. Naruto and Hinata had known eachother for ages, and were inseperable friends. "You can't just waltz into a royal gathering as some obscure prince of Nowhereland and expect the King to grant you the princesses hand in marriage."
"But I could." When Naruto got an idea in his head there was no stopping him. And Hinata knew it.
"What do you expect to wear? You going to where your work clothes and track mud all over the Queen's persian rugs?" Hinata hated to be the one to burst Naruto's bubble but sometimes he just wasn't practical. When they were seven Hinata tried to stop him from attempting to "train" one of the Kings new stallions when no one was looking. That ended with Hinata running to get help while Naruto rolled around in pain with a broken arm and the horse galloping in the opposite direction. Ten years and many broken bones later, Hinata was trying to stop him from breaking his heart.
"Well...I thought I could snag some material from...somewhere, aaaand maybe you could sew me something?" He was smiling at Hinata again.
Hinata didn't want to know where Naruto was snagging his material from. That sounded more then a little bit shady. But after years of tagging along she'd learned that if Naruto couldn't be stopped she might as well help him.
Well, that was a lot shorter then I thought it would be typed up -_- Comment if you please! Criticism is welcome. Chapter two is written out in a falling apart notebook in my scribbly handwriting so hopefully I can transfer that to the computer soon ^.^
Much love to you strangers!
~Harri The Celery