CHAPTER 2

Hinata sat there, stunned speechless. Her? A princess? Unbelievable. She wouldn't have been more stunned if someone had told her that she was a descendant from a long line of flying, kick ass powered super monkeys from Mars, who wanted her to lead an inter planetary war in collaboration with Earth against Jupiter and the Sun. OK, that was a tad bit over exaggerated, but who wouldn't exaggerate in her position? From her point of view, this man, no matter how gorgeous he may be or how lovely his voice sounded, was apparently going nutty.

She wasn't the only one to think that, as Mio, the little devil snorted. Then she started laughing and her friends, followed by the rest of the class who were not Hinata's friends joined in.

Trying to avoid any further embarrassment, Hinata dragged the man away from the class, nodding to the concerned look on their faces. Gosh, they were good actors. She could see it now. They were always bugging her about her stutter around people that weren't her friends. So hiring a guy from out of space to tell her she was a princess, especially on her sixteenth birthday, was bound to have changed something.

But there were things our darling Hinata didn't consider. Like the fact that her friends would never do that sort of a thing to her. They weren't that bitchy. Even if they were, how would they be able to afford the limo?

"What did you do that for?" the man asked with a raise of one eyebrow after they reached outside of the class.

Hinata leaned on the class door, and rolled her eyes at the man. "You can drop the act now." Somehow, since she didn't really know him and didn't believe him, she didn't stutter. Amazing for her, and she smiled.

"Drop what act?" the man asked, appearing genuinely confused. He had just announced that she was a princess for Pete's freaking sake! The least she could do was pretend to be surprised.

Hinata rolled her eyes at him again. So he wanted to be difficult, she'd give him difficult. She assumed what she hoped was a bad ass pose as she wished for some gum to snap. It sure would set the mood.

"Don't even assume that I don't know that my friends paid you to do this. You can leave now." She started leaving but stopped when he closed his hand on her arm. Gently, but firmly enough so she couldn't move away too easily.

She looked into his eyes but didn't see any anger there, only humor.

"You're trying to find out if your friends set you up?" at her nod, he continued. "Well, they didn't. You really are a princess."

At her disbelieving snort, he continued. "According to tradition of some royal families, once their child reaches the age of three, he or she is chartered off to a normal family, to come back later, once the child turns sixteen."

Hinata was caught. She loved stories like this, even if they weren't true. Cutting of the man, she asked him, "What is the point though? If the child is coming back, there is no need for leaving the child into someone else's hands."

"I'm getting there," he replied impatiently. He had other things to do and this girl was wasting his time. "They were given away so that they could learn humility and manners. Imagine if the child had been left to grow up in the middle of all those riches. The child would be spoilt and won't have any value for any thing."

Hinata nodded. It made sense, kinda. The man was pleased that she didn't say anything and he continued. "So once they are sixteen, some one is sent for them. They are taken to a school."

Hinata laughed again. "What? A royal school?" she smiled, finding the idea ridiculous. She thought all those bossy princes and prissy princesses would be homeschooled, by an equally bossy and prissy governess. Or at least, that was what she had read, and to her, books don't lie. People on the other hand do.

"Glad you find the idea amusing." The man said dryly. "Because you are not too far of from the truth. They are sent to an academy called The Royal Charm School. They are schooled and educated in this academy for four years. These years are referred to as charms, hence Royal Charm School." He paused, allowing the idea to sink in.

Hinata nodded. "So instead of years or grades or classes, they are called charms. Kinda like, charm 1 instead of year one." At the man's nod, Hinata sighed. "Unique."

Continuing, the man said. "Seeing as no one can assume they throne until they are twenty one, and they would be twenty at that time, the remaining one year is spent between apprenticing, and teaching other royals."

"OK. But what if there is more than one child. There can't be more than one king or queen," Hinata pointed out, amazingly finding herself believing him.

"I was getting to that. They become ambassadors. You see, this Royal Charm School also helps with the external relationship of one country to another, as future queens and kings – referred popularly as royals – and ambassadors get to know each other and socialize. Get it?" he asked.

"Yeah." She replied. How come he knew so much, she wondered. "How come you know all this?"

"Well, as it happens, I am a prince." His chest puffed out in pride.

That did it. Was she really on her way to believing this nut case? She laughed.

The man – no, correction. Prince. – turned red with anger, hating the fact that she didn't believe him. "I'll have you know that I am Prince Uzumaki Naruto of the Uzumaki clan."

"Sure. You are." She laughed again.

"Anyways, I'll give you my card." He fished out a purple and yellow card with his name written on the front in black. "Call me."

And with that, he left, and went to where ever he had come from. And Hinata went back inside her class, to her relatively normal life. Or at least she hoped it would be as normal as she'd left it ten minutes ago.

Her friends rushed to her immediately, and asked questions at a mile a minute speed. She couldn't get a word in. Eventually, it was Hotaru that shushed all of them.

She led them to her seat and told them to wait, before she started talking. Noticing how other people were staring and straining their ears in the hopes of catching all the deets in what she knew was the most exciting thing that had happened in school in a very long time, she told her friends that they would talk about it later.

Emi got a gleam in her eye as she stood up. She went to the front of the class and smiled as no one talked.

"Every one, Hinata Hyuuga, now Princess Hinata to you, will be having a party by nine this evening, if you want to come." She smiled as she noticed the shocked and annoyed looks that crossed her friend's faces. Yikes. She just blew the surprise. She was in for some big hot soup. Ehn, she thought. It was worth it.

People were watching her as she walked back to her seat, when Mio asked, in that shrill, overly loud cheerleader voice of hers.

"Why the hell should I come to a party organized by losers, for an even big loser?"

Hinata's head dropped at this. What, just what in heaven's name did she do to Mio to warrant this?

Hotaru stood up. This was Hinata's birthday. She wasn't going to let that skanky slime faced thing spoil it for her.

"I would come if I were you." She said fiercely.

"Why do you think you'd ever be me? Less importantly, why should I come?" Mio asked, laughing. Her girls, all walking and breathing Barbie's laughed with her.

"W-well.." Hotaru stammered, trying to find an excuse.

It was Chi that came to her rescue. "Because if you don't," she began smoothly, "You'd never know what Hinata and the man talked about outside."

Mio glanced at her friends and began whispering and nodding and they too whispered and nodded back.

"How are we sure exactly?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Cho answered this time. "Because, as her first princess duty, Hinata will make an official announcement about it."

Mio glanced back at her friends, and whispered some more. Then she turned back to the girls.

"The guy? Gorgeous guy? Would he be there?" she asked again.

Hook, line and sinker, Emi thought. "Sure." She smiled at the other girls, and jointly, they crossed their fingers behind their backs, hoping against hope that Hinata had collected the guy's number.

Since they were already treading deep seas, Hotaru thought it pointless not to go all the way. So she said quietly. "If you bring gifts with you, you get his phone number."

At this, Hinata's head came up. And they shivered at the murder evident in her eyes. Oh, yes. They were in for big, hot soup.

"Count us in." Mio said, smiling, as the next teacher came in.

Well, they may die, but Hinata's popularity scale just shot up.

- End of chapter -

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