A Matter of a Wife
Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is one of the renowned princes of the Konoha country. The Uchiha clan has always led the nation. Now that Sasuke is 20, he has to marry or be forced to abdicate the throne to the Hyuga clan. But Sasuke has never loved, and none of these bachelor women are making the cut. Until he meets…
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I wish I did. Then I would be loaded!
Chapter 1: First Encounter
Sasuke's POV
"Sasuke, you have to marry. Do you really want to give up the throne to Hyuga-san? I didn't train you for 8 years for this. I'll send for some candidates," a man with gray hair, a headband covering his left eye, and a mask over his bottom features said.
"Don't Kakashi. All the girls will just be fangirls. I want a girl who can challenge me. One who is my equal. One that knows when I need space, and one who is not clingy all the time. I want a girl, who I will chase after, not vice versa," I said. I brushed a lock, of what fan girls call, 'luscious raven hair' out of the line of my onyx eye's vision.
"Sasuke, that is almost impossible to find. You are asking for a miracle girl. I bet that any girl or even boy would fall for you. If there isn't one girl out there that doesn't want you let her come now. And we will see if you can court her," Kakashi proposed, then whipped out an orange book, that's name was Make-Out Paradise.
"Okay. You're on. If I can't get the girl I'll marry anyone you choose," I agreed, still a bit unsure of this predicament. But I never back down from a challenge.
Outside the castle grounds…
OOC POV
A person sneezed. "What the hell! Can't stop sneezing!" I yelled angrily before sneezing again.
"Calm down Kaida-sama!" an attendent pleaded. (1)
"Yeah! Please Keahi-sama!" another pleaded. (2)
"Don't call me that! Quit making up nicknames for me!" I snapped. Just to annoy everyone I was wearing Naruto's orange outfit. As much as I hate orange, I enjoy screwing with people's minds better. It was working. Naruto was standing next to me. He had sunny blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a big smile. He was wearing my dress. It was a light blue color, and came down to the floor. I don't know why he enjoys wearing dresses. Cause I detest it. But it looked really good on him. He looked like a woman from behind.
"Emi-chan! Let's go!" the blonde teen said excitedly. He had been my best friend since I was little. I can remember if I found him or if he found me, in a palace garden. It didn't matter; we were opposites and became best friends.
"Okay, Naruto. But remember to call me Emiko-san in public," I grumbled.
"Call him Naruto-san!" a displeased male attendent said, "please remember your manners Emiko-sama!" That attendent had brown hair pulled into a pony tail, and strange scar running across his nose, which he said he had received from his former master.
"Whatever Iruka," I groaned. People these days really don't know how to treat a princess. (I'm sorry if the character is a bit conceited. It's just because she is very insecure!)
"Yeah, Iruka-sensei! Remind her! And can you bring me for Ramen later?" Naruto begged. I still don't understand what was so great about ramen.
Anyways, at the moment we were outside the castle grounds, taking a break. Naruto and I were coming to the castle we were visiting for a week or so. We were going to stay at the castle, and use the facilities. What I really wanted to do was dishevel the properness of the kingdom.
If I knew I was to be a suitor to Sasuke, and hang out with that jerk a lot, I would have never come. That's why my told me that. He wanted me to marry Sasuke, in his words, "It would be gratifying and beneficial to our nation." But they didn't seem to realize that I loathed Sasuke with every bone in my body. The reason why: I hated people with egos, and that thought they were so good, even if he is a prince.
I mean he is good looking and all, but sometimes personality is way more important than good looks. If he had the personality similar to Naruto I would go for him. You see I liked him at first but the more I go to know him, the more I was confused about my feelings.
There was only a slight problem with my dislike. I realized that I was just like Sasuke, after my meeting with him at 15 I was distraught. I recovered slightly, but realized at that time, I had never able to love another. It was almost like a curse. And the only way she could break it was to love. Strange as it seems the more I tried to love, I ended up unhappy and hating almost everyone. That was until I met Naruto.
I was considered a tomboy, rebel, and type of girl. I hated trivial and frivolous girl things, and loved hanging out with boys, mainly Naruto. Although I didn't know the ulterior movement she was still pretty pissed about coming to the castle. There I would have to dress up every day and deal with Sasuke.
I was a little unsure of meeting him again, because last time on a bet I pretended to be a sweet innocent clingy girly girl. I wasn't sure if he liked it or not. But this time I was going to show my real personality, the true side!
"Excuse me sir, allow me to take your bags," one of the palace guards said to me.
I shot an icy glare at him, and said through gritted teeth, "Sir? I am not a boy!"
The guard looked a little taken back and quickly grabbed my bags. Naruto and I sauntered into the castle. There we were directed to the throne room.
The throne room was magnificent. It had gold lining the wall, and blue décor adorning it. I was sitting in my throne room. I imagined I looked disgruntled and pained, but didn't bother to change my expression. I was desperately bored with all these suitors. They were all so girly and clingy. Always saying, "Ooh, Sasuke-sama! You look lovely!" It annoyed me to no end. Couldn't they just shut up?
Then my worst nightmare strutted up. A girl, with bright blue eyes, and bleached blonde hair, called Yamanaka Ino. She was dressed in a terribly ugly purple dress that was a little revealing.
She came up, and hugged me. "Sasuke, I haven't seen you for so long! How are you! Did you miss me?! Oh, do pick me!"
I grinded my teeth together and through fritted teeth managed to say, "Ino. That's enough. You can let go now." I could feel the tension in my body rise.
I sighed and remembered my deal with Kakashi. I was supposed to single out a couple girls. Ino was not going to be on that list. As Ino continued to babble he scanned the room for someone interesting. Just entering he a mop of blonde hair. Uzumaki Naruto. Prince of the South. Why was he here? Didn't he realize this was for girls only? Well it did fit his girly personality.
Then I spotted Emiko princess of the East. I smiled to myself. That girl was a nice girl. When I last met her at 15 she was sweet, but not endearing and clingy. But why was she wearing a boy's outfit?
Naruto's POV
"Emi-chan! I mean Emiko-san! Aren't you happy? Look at all the people here! We never get this much in South Kingdom!" I cried happily.
"Naruto, if you talk like that people will think you are a peasant. You are prince hold it together," Emiko replied shortly.
"Hmph. You are such a dank person these days. What happened to the Emi-chan I used to know?" I joked, but not really she really was dank these days.
"Naruto, don't do that anymore. People will actually think I have problems. I uh, think we should go see Sasu-chan now."
"You're right." We slowly made way to the northern side of the room.
"Announcing Princess Emiko of the East, and Princess, I mean Prince Naruto of the South!" the royal guard called out.
"'Sup? Sasu-chan," Emiko asked in a very unlady like manner.
"Emiko-sama, are you well?" one of his attendants asked.
She smiled sweetly at them and said in a completely different tone, "I'm fine. Thank you so much for your concern."
"I'm surprised you actually came, Naruto and Emiko-san. I didn't know you were both going to be suitors for my engagement."
I laughed and said, "Sure Sasuke. But can you make me fall for you? I didn't know you were gay!"
Emiko stared at him in disbelief, and screamed, "WHAT? Me a suitor for you, yeah right. Isn't usually the other way around? And why would someone like me, want to marry a egotistical, fake, selfish, bratty, little, prince bastard ice prick?!"
"Because you guys are so similar! But she is right you are fake, selfish, bratty, egotistical, little, bastard prince ice pricks." I offered. They were really meant to be. Emiko glared at me, and I shut up.
Sasuke was taken back. I guess even though she was a princess no one had ever spoken to him this way. He liked it, I think. He wore a smirk that I didn't like. He was one weird person.
"Don't you know the reason you're here is to be a suitor to me?" he asked carefully, trying to avoid another verbal beating.
"NO! But, I don't want to marry! Especially you," Emiko wailed.
"Me neither. I don't like jerks like you! Besides, I am not gay." Naruto complained.
All of sudden Iruka appeared and bopped both of them on the head. "Remember you both signed the contract. It said in tiny letters on the bottom: 'I hereby submit myself to a suitable engagement.'"
Emiko and I stared at each other with a mixture of despair, disbelief, and surprise. I thought I was good at handling surprises like this. I must speak to the director of that prince prep school I went to. He needs to add more surprise handling. Iruka calmly rubbed the back of my shoulders and said, "It's okay, Naruto-sama, Emiko-sama, you only have to marry him if he chooses you. Lucky for you, you two are in the couple he chose to get to know better. You'll have plenty of time to get to know him before marriage. I think about a week or so." That's when I fainted.