Disclaimer: Neither Mulan, or Naruto are mine. :/

Gift: For my Girlfriend (Like a lot of my books -.-)

Warning: Omega/Alpha Dynamics, Period Typical Sexism (For Omega's Female or Male), Mentions of Past Abuse, and Abuse itself.

Main: MadaNaru (Madara/Naruto)

Side Pairings: MinaKushi (Minato/Kushina), KibaHina (Kiba/Hinata), JiraTsuna (Jiraiya/Tsunade), ChoTen (Chouji/Tenten)

Note: I did what I could to keep it Chinese, please don't take offense if it's not quite right, Mulan is set in the Sui Dynasty of China (despite what many think) and there were quite a few things I couldn't find when I researched it. That being said, please do enjoy!

Extra Note: The title might change, tell me if you have any ideas ^.^ Also, short Chapter sorry.

Chapter 2: Of Pride and Self

"Name, status, age, hair length, and interests please." The woman judging him was a beautiful lady, light blonde hair, done neatly in a bun, age not yet showing, and lips graced with the blooming pink flower. Her voice was warm, soft-spoken, but there was an underlayer of irritation.

Naruto wasn't too surprised after all, she was a beta. While beta was not outwardly discriminated upon, they weren't perfectly placed into the current mold of society at the moment either, though they had served in the army frequently amongst the Alpha's, that was no longer the case. The war had changed the outlook of beta's too much of China, and they were not respected as much as they had been.

She'd probably been in this job for a few years at least, and as far as he'd heard it wasn't very well paying as those Alpha's could get, he wouldn't know much, Omega's weren't permitted to work unless it was a seamstress beautician, or something to do with pampering other Omega's, and the occasional Beta. Mostly they didn't work.

Naruto himself found it irritating, still, he refrained from complaining to his family, though he had his suspicions that his Dad both knew and agreed with him.

He'd do what he could to ease this woman's job for her. Hopefully, she'd not be too irritated by his antics and there would be a chance of a good match.

"Namikaze Nahito (Chinese translation 漩渦), I'm mostly addressed as Naruto, however." He didn't very much like his birth name, and all who knew him well understood that, as it was made very clear. The woman simply nodded at her, and jotted his name down quickly in an elegant scrawl, he noted that his nickname was not placed beside, though he didn't mind, it was official business after all.

He continued on. "I am sixteen years old, and I am heir to the honored Namikaze Family." She rose a brow at this, and he shifted where he sat, his family was well renowned within those who knew anything much of war. It was well respected, thus his marriage was an important insurance of that honor and respect. He himself coughed to disrupt himself, and aid in controlling his nervous mannerisms. "As for my hair…" He paused, thinking it over, he hadn't gotten the chance to measure it lately, but he knew his own height and he could compare it to that.

"I myself am "5'4"ft, so my hair is approximate "5'1"ft, it reaches to my ankles in any case." He smiled at her, satisfied, she looked ever so slightly baffled, but wrote it down nonetheless."

"Quite fertile then." It wasn't a question. "Good, many of the potential matches were at war and face several fertility problems themselves after such a traumatic experience. Stress as it is." A shiver worked its way down his arms, and a flush rose on his neck.

"I won't have to… Conceive immediately, will I?" She looked up at him from sharply from her documents, looking him over for a moment, before lifting her head and smiling gently at him, something like sympathy and understanding in her smile, and the tilt of her eyes.

"No, that law hasn't been in place since your mother was preparing for her marriage, you have two years to make arrangements and get to know each other before an heir is expected." He nearly slumped in relief almost forgetting where he was in place of the woman's sympathy, he quickly righted himself. She gave him a small smile, as if in understanding of his relief, it was for the barest of moments before her formal demeanor returned.

"Now then Nahito, what about your interests? Hobbies or anything of the sort?" He nodded, and gave her a minimalistic smile appealing the drilled in edict within his mind.

"Well, I enjoy horse rides, playing xiàngqí (象棋, Chinese chess) with my Father, gardening, swimming, and dressing my hair with flowers from my garden at home." She gave him a nod, they were fairly common interests after all, although it had to be said he did not tell her he also enjoyed rolling about in the grass behind the village. Or that on occasion his Father and him would go to the nearby woods - fair from his mother- and share their rather taboo ideas for a better tomorrow.

"I see, and what are your… Expectations shall we say, for your future mate?" He swallowed, the question unexpected, and rather, liberal of her. His hands clenched the fabric of his Hanfu. Hs blue eyes with drawing from her hair where he had been focusing his gaze for the most part. The answer a difficult one, as he did not desire marriage as it was, still he had the chance and he would take it.

"I would like an Alpha that would respect me as an equal. Someone who won't expect me to cook for him because I'm horrible at it, someone who will enjoy my company genuinely, and won't think of me as a concubine to bare his heirs or warm his bed." Some of that was far reaching, still, he hoped, his mother and Father's relationship gleaming in the back of his mind's eye. They were a fairly lucky pair to have found each other, and he hoped such luck would carry to him now.

Her face was solemn when he looked upon it, though.

"I can see you value such things, and I, unfortunately, I can only say you can't expect such things from such war-hardened men. Yet, even if I were to force a match, I see clearly, you would never be happy with it, I dare say even resenting your husband perhaps even your child in the future."

She sighed heavily, slumping down her delicate fingers rubbing her forehead. Eyes closing she seemed to be considering something, and Naruto daren't interrupt such deep thought. He stayed silent for what felt like such long minutes he had felt his stomach ache for food. Then she sat up quickly, and nodded seemingly to herself, as she wrote something on the document before her in that quick scrawl she had. His scroll.

She spoke fast, but he understood. "I'm declaring you unfit for marriage. Such a thing would drive you either mad or miserable, and I'd rather not see that in such a youth. You should keep your freedom, untied." For but a moment his entire self-was filled with gratitude, it disrupted quickly when he thought of his House, and his Father.

"I can't! My Father!-" She gave him a sharp look, quieting his protest, her eyes sharp, but there was an understanding in her tone as she spoke.

"I understand that you care deeply for your Father, however, would you rather hold to your pride, would your Father wish you to live in misery? Let me answer that for you, I know Minato, I set him and Kushina together I like to think I know them both very well, and while your mother will be angry, your Father will be glad I protected your heart. He would never wish misery upon you Nahito, he isn't a man of pride. He is a man of heart, just as i can see you are." There was conviction in her voice, and Naruto knew that she was right, it was everything he was told not to do, but he needed this, for himself.

"My brother." She spoke softly, glancing at him, her eyes wavering ever so slightly at what appeared to be unstable memories, unhappy memories. "He was just like you, an Omega wishing for equal treatment, and goodwill done to him.

He had an opportunity to get out of it just like you, he chose the pride of our family over his own happiness and freedom. His husband was… an unclothe man, abusive and uncaring for my brother's feelings, often beating him. My brother was thirteen years old when he was killed by his own husband. Don't make that mistake Nahito, don't force yourself into something for the sake of pride, you remind me so much of him, you have his spirit, don't do this to yourself." He held back his tears, much like she was the painful reminder of just how wrong arranged marriages could go for Omega's. Not to mention the bitter taste of sadness in his mouth at just how young her brother had been when he'd been killed.

"I won't." He felt the conviction in his own voice, and he was pride to find it there, ashamed of the weak person he had almost renounced himself too, simply to suit his mother's wishes. She gave him a weak smile, tears still clearly gathered in her eyes. He returned it in a kind manner. "Thank you for this, um…"

"Tsunade."

He nodded silently for a moment.

"Thank you Tsunade, I hope we can be friends?" She gave an amused snort underneath a sigh.

"Yes, Nahito, I think I could deal with that." Giving himself a moment he steadied his mind, before exiting the small building from whence he came. Posture straight and sure as he was raised to do. Expression relaxed in relief, eyes smiling at all he passed. Pride in his shoulders. He could confront his Father, tell him what he had done, what Tsunade had given him, he knew his Dad would be proud just as the blonde woman had said, he knew this for a fact.

He also knew his mother's wrath would descend upon him, but hopefully, he would talk to his father first, and they could arrange something to say to his mother. They were a rather coy pair like that. Still, he wondered absently the thought of her threat of disownership. It was both likely and unlikely that she would follow through on her threat, he didn't like those odds.