The title means "Three Princesses", hence comes in none other than my OC Hanaru Uzumaki-Uchiha (elder sister of Naruto) as well as Hinata and Sakura. :D I thought I'd go a way that involves a more fantastical area for these ladies and their men. Three chapters, each a oneshot of a seasonal representation, no real plot, little to no OOC-ness, and just pure magic with SOME elements of canon.

These shots are M-rated, but they may be T, because they're not as graphic as my usual style. I namely focused on the dreamy art form in itself, if that makes any sense.

Disclaimer: only my OC Hanaru is mine. Everyone else belongs to Kishimoto-san. :)

Chapter One

Hinata: Snow Princess

Blood trailed in the snow.

Footsteps broke through the soft but lifeless white ground.

The battle had been over, but here he was: barely clinging to life in this godforsaken land. His weapons returned to their rightful places but weighed him down along with his armor. His land was being torn apart by both sides. He came to fight with everything he had. He wanted to be the one who made the difference, but who was one man against the entire world?

No one saw he was the only survivor - he could hear voices of his fallen comrades who were still alive - and no one saw him slipping away of his own volition. Wandering aimlessly through the ice, the blizzard in his face and burning his face to red as a stark contrast against his pallid, hardened face. He felt like a part of the frigidity. He wanted to die.

What purpose did he have now? He would never go back home a disgrace and dishonorable warrior for his people. He would not return as the only survivor while abandoning his comrades.

Death in the wild will be slow but painless and merciful than a blade in my gut.

He found himself falling forward now, his unfeeling face touching the soft snow, darkness covering his vision, before he may have moved his face to the side so he could see the scenery one last time: the evergreens and pure white bark standing out and then becoming enveloped in the raging storm of death...

...and a flash of red followed by a curtain of dark silver was the last thing he saw before he knew no more except darkness.

Yet he awoke when warm heat breathed LIFE into his body. He blinked, staring up at the ceiling in stunned surprise. Am I...dead? Is this the afterlife? There was the sound of a crackling fire, and a weight on his being. Somehow, his armor had been removed, and here he was in a soft, warm bed, surrounded by skillfully crafted walls of warm wood, hung with a few precious paintings of scenery. There were only two windows, one showing the moon shining through, and still blowing about with snowflakes. Someone had...saved him.

He found his attention directed to what was holding him in place in the bed. He couldn't believe his eyes - it was a red fox! "...huh?" The little beast opened its eyes and looked at him with a soft murmur, then stood on all fours, stretching himself out and going up to give the warrior a lick on the face. Somehow, it wasn't that bad.

"He's charming, isn't he?"

The voice that spoke...it was soft and fresh as the snow, angelic and ethereal. He turned his blue eyes to the source of the voice and stiffened at the sight of the beauty at the fire pit where a pot was boiling. There was also the exquisite smell of meat cooking - was it deer? His stomach growled when he realized how hungry he was.

There was a shy giggle as the person turned her attention towards him. Long black hair gleamed with hints of silvery lavender, standing out against a kimono of white highlighted with silver cranes, maybe. The face...it was oval-shaped and set with eyes of shimmering pearl. His lungs froze.

She's beautiful. Who is she?

"I am Hinata," she spoke softly. "I rescued you from the kiss of death."

So she admitted she pulled him from winter's clutches. He smiled at her and laid back. He didn't even know her, but she seemed completely trustworthy. However, his godfather told him stories that tricksters came in all forms...yet he didn't see this in her, at all. And what could he do? He was hungry, he felt alive, and why would she need him if she didn't know who he was? She obviously guessed WHAT he was when she removed his armor - wait. "Th-thank you," he sputtered, "but where did you put my armor and weapons?"

Hinata's cheeks turned into a soft shade of pink - like roses in the spring. "No fear. They are beneath the bed." He started in surprise. Why didn't he think about that? Wincing, he felt his side throb where he had been stabbed by an enemy samurai, as he leaned over, but he didn't get very far. Though he lifted the mattress up to see his armor and weapons all in place. "What is your name, honorable warrior?" she asked gently, standing and walking over to him. He cringed at the word "honorable" being used on him.

"I'm afraid I am far from that, Hina-chan. I survived and should be dead. I was fighting for my land, would have given my life. If I go back, I face public death by my hand."

Her face fell. "No...you should never give your life up even if you survive," she said, and there was a feral hint which made him, a mighty warrior, slip back by an inch. He was right; she had more than she let on. "You went onto that battlefield and gave it all you had, let your heart's blood spill...but in the end, it is never enough." Her eyes glazed. His heart thawed and melted. She can see through me so well.

"Now...what is your name, samurai?"

"Naruto."

She smiled. "Naruto." A tear slipped down her porcelain cheek. "I, too, was forsaken, but I have found my way. It seems we are both trapped in a place where no one will judge us." She looked down at the fox who came back with the small sled filled with the cooked meat which was still steaming. "This is Kurama. He saved my life, so he helped me save you."

She named him after a sage of legend. Hinata offered him a piece of the meat, and he took it with vigor. She was an excellent cook. "It's better than anything I had on the field," Naruto told her, making her cheeks turn pinker, bordering on rouge.

Who was she - a noble daughter who was abandoned because she didn't obey tradition? A runaway from said prison called a home? He had so many questions, but for some reason, he wasn't in a hurry to ask them.

He found himself focused on her lips which shone with the juices left from the meat she ate with him, sitting on the foot of the bed with him on the heading end, the fire still crackling to give them warmth and life, and the fox now on the floor ravaging his meal. It seemed that the harsh reality was forgotten for the time being; all he could care about was her and her soothing presence, and he found himself wanting less and less questions.

Something within him stirred the longer he gazed upon her and was drawn under her spell.

When the storm cleared, the day broke, and she showed him how to live out here in these woods. He had been here as a child, and it did not seem much had changed. He was happy. He could live out here until the end of his days. He had no doubt that he would be missed, but he also had no family to return to as everyone he loved was gone. There was no body left, and he would be mourned anyway.

"Hinata," he whispered as he stood beside her, wrapped warmly in a deep blue kimono she'd made for him, "I want to spend my last days with you. Until then, I wish to spend all my time with you hunting and not giving a damn. And with that..." He gently turned her around and looked her in the eyes. Sky blue brightened against cloudy white in one, like the sky itself and the clouds.

Her mouth came up to meet his. She knew what he was implying, and they'd waited long enough. "Let's go inside then, Naruto."

As soon as the door closed, barriers fell.

Clothes were removed within time that felt like an eternity. Her beautiful feminine body contrasted with his wonderfully honed warrior's body, honey glinting in sun rays, and every line of masculinity a feast for her eyes. She didn't say a word, but her eyes shone as the answer. His hair had grown to be a little longer, nearly touching his shoulders, giving him the fierce appearance of a lion. Her long raven's wing of hair fell down her back, nothing in front, so he saw her wintry glory touched with the fruits of womanhood in her breasts and her flat stomach, finally where they soon joined in bed as one. Moans and breathy cries filled the air. Kurama the fox could care less and fell asleep on the mat before the door.

Hinata moaned when the release was over, and she welcomed his seed into her womb, ready to someday bloom with the proof of their love. "Naruto-kun, my warrior."

"My sekki," he breathed against her as they lay face to face and fell to sleep while the twilight began to fall on their isolated cabin as well as the aftermath of their dance of the first signs of spring.

Sekki is the Japanese term for the chapter title. :)

I had worried Naruto had been out of character, given his nature in almost giving up, since this is a periodical time in Japan, and he's clearly a samurai in this era. The samurai have the "way of the warrior", known as the bushido, and if you dishonor yourself or survive in battle, you take your own life (known as sepukku). But even this "lone" survivor has a reason to live again...

Snow is a favored background notably in Japanese theater, such as Kabuki and Noh. The season is said to add to the story and atmospheric tension in the sense it covers and eventually kills all life, but death can be overcome if someone comes to help you, or if you fight it with your last breath.