Demon Sun

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Summary: Hinata Hyuga is a princess, well she used to be,but after escaping an arranged marriage she bumps into Naruto Uzumaki, the most wanted pirate in Konoha, and is recruited onto his ship. When you add being hunted, sea battles and love, what happens? NxH

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Chapter One:

Hinata:

"You can't be serious!" I cried out, disbelief, shock, and rage lacing through my voice. "You can't do this to me!" My eyes closed tightly, and I scrunched up my fists. This couldn't be happening.

"I can and I will." His voice was stern, the voice of a tyrant, well used to having his way, and only his way.

"But, Father, no! An arranged marriage?" I had to spit the words out.

"Yes," he nodded, eyes distant and cold, uncaring, "It will be good for the kingdom."

Of course, I thought bitterly, the kingdom. And by that he means the wealth in his pocket.

I still couldn't believe it, my father was setting me up in an arranged marriage, and to some guy I didn't even know, all so he could do was expand his own kingdom and wealth. I was just a tool that he could use, a pawn in his game of chess. Nothing more, the only thing I was good for was gaining more land. My blood boiled as I thought about it, I was not some chess piece that he could use by will.

"I won't marry him! I swear I won't!"

His eyes flashed, "Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me!" I opened my mouth once again, a stinging reply on the tip of my tongue, but he cut me off, "Enough! Go to your room, and do not come out until I say you can!"

I glared at him, turned on my heel, and marched out. No, I thought, you're wrong. I won't marry that man, I swore I wouldn't, and I won't.

I made it to my room, walked towards my dresser, making sure to slam the door shut, not forgetting to lock it though.

I wasn't kidding when I told him that I wasn't going to marry whoever that guy was, I was dead serious. I was sick and tired of everything, being told how to act, what to say, being used as a pawn, was tired of…my father.

It's said that every girl dreams of being a Princess, but they have no idea what they're wishing for. I hated being a princess; all I'd ever dreamed about was being a, well now this may sound a little crazy, like really crazy, but I'd always dreamed of being a…pirate.

Ever since I had been a little girl I had dreamed of being a pirate, to be on the open seas, going wherever I wanted to go, exploring. Being in a place where there were no rules, no regulations, or critics. Wearing what I wanted, saying what I wanted, marrying who I wanted, but also being who I wanted.

I had never told my Father, or anyone for that matter, about my dream but I never stopped believing in it. It was what had kept me going, what had kept me strong, when I felt like breaking, felt like shattering. And there had been a lot of those times.

I thought about this, as I pulled of my suffocating, horrid white dress. I had no idea whoever had made these dresses, but I swear...

I pulled out some brown pants, a white shirt with a brown vest, and pulled on some boots. I had gotten these male clothes from a loyal stable boy I had once had. Even back then I had always known that someday I would need these, need them to escape.

I tied my hair up and pulled a brown tweed cap on with a simple black jacket, nothing that stood out; I didn't want to be seen.

I checked to see if my mother's locket was still on my neck and once confirming it was, I quickly pulled out a pack and stuffed it with everything that I actually cared about in my room: my mother's diary, my late (I had to blink back tears here) sister's bracelet that she had given to me (I couldn't wear it since the bracelet had a tendency to unclasp), my favourite scarf, and my grandfather's compass.

After that I stuffed some food that had been in my room in the pack, I made my way to my window. My room was on the East side of the palace, no where near my father's room for which I was grateful, and there were no guards today (seems like fate was on my side). Today was a holiday, a day where everyone relaxed from their jobs, and celebrated with their family. Of course for the King this was a major stress inducer as enemies might, would, attack, but my father had a secret technique, our family technique.

I opened my window and sighed as the cool night air rushed into my room, caressing my face gently. I took a pillow and stuffed it under my bed, hoping that it would at least provide a small illusion of my body sleeping inside the bed. Then, with my pack on my shoulders, I carefully leaned over the side of my window and jumped down to a small ledge.

The walls on the East side of the castle weren't completely smooth and flat due to some renovations, but it suited me as I, quick ad nimble since childhood, scaled down the wall, using the invent rocks and ledges to aid me. Due to my obsession with being a pirate, when I had been younger I had practiced how to escape quickly, and fighting moves, convinced one day I would be in a legendary sea battle, fighting with the ferocity only a female pirate could have.

I landed on the grass softly, hidden in the shadows. It was a full moon tonight, the moon bathing soft, luminescent light on the ground.

The stars seemed scattered all over the sky, like glitter in the way they shined and sparkled, and had I not been escaping, I would have lain down and took it all in.

But I was escaping, so I didn't stop, and, still in the shadows, I silently started to creep around the wall to the South side of the palace where I knew there would be a small bridge. There was the danger of my father seeing me, but I knew that he was probably in his study, poring over his map, and being the pompous ass that he was.

It was no secret of how much I despised my father.

Carefully, I took a glance around, before stepping out of the shadows and silently dashing towards the bridge. I hurried across it, my feet barely making a sound, and I ran towards the nearby forests with an intense barrage of emotions. Relief, adrenaline, and joy surged through me as I crossed the border between plain land and forest. One thought kept running through my head, why hadn't I done this sooner?

Though, since I had been lost in my emotions, I failed to properly look in front of me and as of such I crashed into a figure from the shadows.

I tensed, my eyes closing instinctively and I prepared to crash onto the ground but the fall never came. I felt strong, masculine arms around my waist, and I slowly opened my eyes to stare into a pair of cerulean blue eyes.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! ^_^

I love pirate stories in a Naruto version! :D

...Thoughts?