ChapterOne:
A blond haired boy looked out his window, grumbling to himself. "Come on... Come on..." Upon seeing a carriage pull up to the castle, the young boy sprinted down to greet the person arriving. He hopped in snd down. In his thirteen years, he had grown to be 5 foot 3. He was a little short for his age, but he was alright with that.
He was dressed in an orange tank top and black basketball shorts. His mesmerizing blue eyes glistened with excitement as the carriage door opened to reveal who he had been waiting for. He tackled them in a hug. "Dad! You were gone way too long! You need to bring me next time! Don't just leave me with Nagato! He's uber creepy..." He mumbled the last part.
The man chuckled at his son. In the thirteen years since his wife's passing, his son had grown into a beautiful submissive. He was adventurous, bright, happy, though quite loud and stubborn. "Hahaha, alright Naruto, what if I leave you with Iruka? You know I can't take you to Konoha with me." He smiled down softly.
"How about you just stop going. If I can't go then you can't either." He pouted, puffing his cheeks, the scars on his face just a part of him. He had gotten them the first time he tried using a butterfly knife. He wasn't allowed near one.
"How about no. Now come on, we're wasting precious training time. I took the rest of today off to catch up with you, your right, a week was too long to be away." He smiled, allowing his son to bring him to the castles private training ground. Naruto quickly grabbed his Katana, a pure shimmering silver blade, a deadly sharp edge, with an orange cross guard, an red Uzumaki symbol on the rain guard, and a black grip. The sheath was black, with an orange strap so he could have it over his shoulder.
Father and son worked on kenjutsu until the sun went down. "Wow Naruto. You're almost (pant) as good as your mother had been (pant)." The blond man smiled at him. His mother had been no secret to Naruto. His father had told him all about her, it had been the reason he started kenjutsu, against the laws saying that Submissives weren't allowed to learn to fight. It was an ancient law, but the elders stuck to it.
"Thanks dad. I kicked your ass- ah, but. I kicked your but!" He gloated, an arm slipping behind his neck at the slip up. He smiled cheekily at his dad and put his katana back in the sheath, and helping his dad up. "Ramen?" He suggested.
The older man chuckled at his son before nodding. "Only if you have some salad first." He heard a groan, but continued to the kitchen. They could have chefs, but Naruto and his dad, Minato, were excellent chefs. They preferred making their own meals. Though they did have people to help maintain cleanliness. Minato had sworn he wouldn't let his son grow up spoiled.
Minato knew Naruto would never be in charge of the kingdom, but believe it or not, Submissive's were in charge of a relationship, and he would have to help guide his betrothed dominant when it came time for them to take over. Minato finished the food as Naruto set the table.
They sat together at the table. "Dad, tell me about your trip!" Naruto begged excited. Minato nodded. "Well, it was mostly diplomatic, so it wasn't all that interesting. Although it was with an old friend of mine, Fugaku Uchiha, the leader of Konoha, just as I lead our home, Whirlpool Country. One day we plan to... Unite our kingdoms..." He said carefully.
Naruto looked down into his food. "Oh. That means I'll marry an Uchiha?" He asked unusually quiet. He knew he was a Submissive, and needed a dominant by his side in order to get his birth right, his fathers kingdom. Minato sighed, he knew that when the day came, Naruto would be a tough one to tame.
*clink!* "Faster. You're too slow." *clink clink!* "I see an opening, move your left arm to the right some more" Two men kept at it, their katanas clashing again and again. The bigger of the two, a sliver haired man in his twenties, wore a long sleeved navy shirt with a green vest, and navy track pants. He had a mask over his mouth and jaw, and an eye patch.
The other was a raven haired 15 year old boy standing 5 feet and 9 inches tall. He wore a navy blue short sleeved compression shirt with the Uchiha clan symbol on the back. He had on tan cargo shorts as well. He held a simple katana. A silver cold red blade, a purple grip and cross guard, and the Uchiha clan symbol of the rain guard.
"I'm trying Kakashi. I don't want to learn Kenjutsu. Can't we work on taijutsu or even stealth?" Sasuke complained. He put his Katana in the sheath at his waist and and gave his sensei a bored look. The silver haired man sheathed his Katana as well, and sighed.
"Sasuke. When your father retires, your brother is to take his place, and when your betrothed is of age, you will be married. How can you protect them and your brother if you aren't equipped." He explained. Sasuke groaned and the two went at it again.
When the sun went down they went in and Sasuke cleaned up before going to dinner with his family. Sitting in his spot, across from his parents, he ate silently. Sasuke and his wife, Deidra, were on their honey moon in Iwa. He missed their company, but refused to admit it. He finished his sushi in silence.
"Thank you mother. Thank you father." He bowed. His mother smiled, his father stayed stern. He left his plate for the help to take care of. He went silently to his room and sat elegantly on his bed. 'My betrothed' he thought. 'Must have something to do with the visitor we had a few days ago.' There was a knock on his door.
"Come in." He voiced. The door opened and his mother, Mikoto, walked in. She sat beside him and hugged him. "Sasu-chan, are you alright?" She asked, rubbing circles on his back. He relaxed in her touch.
"I'm alright mom, just... You know how dad is.." He sighed. Mikoto nodded and hugged him. They sat like that for some time, until she got up, leaving the younger Raven alone to his secret displeasure.
Sasuke put on his silk navy blue pajamas and got into his bed. He shut the light off and lay quietly. "Itachi..." He mumbled. "Come back soon..." Sighing, he laid back and closing his eyes, willing sleep to take him over.