Forgot about this story, sorry. I'm not very pleased with this chapter, so I've dubbed it as filler- Something just to get the story to the good stuff. Anyway, onwards my friends ~
He could just tell, from the rucket downstairs. From the way the sky was still dark, from how his father's voice boomed across the palace, that his father was up to something. It was his Eighteenth Birthday after all.
Naruto pulled his covers closer to his body for warmth as the midnight breeze from his window hit him; his eyes were droopy and baggy as his mind was filled, moving from thoughts of his father, his birthday, yet again his father and one thought that sent chills down his spine, Iruka. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before counting to three, waiting for that familiar voice to hit his eardrums.
"Naruto!" Iruka yelled as he busted Naruto's door open and trudged towards him with panic in his eyes.
Without any warning to Naruto, Iruka whipped the bed covers away from him, "Good morning to you too Iruka..."
"Naruto, you have to go downstairs and deal with your father!" Iruka grabbed Naruto by the collar and gave him a good rattling, ready to take Naruto's head off if he didn't do something soon, "I swear I'm going insan-"
Iruka cut his words off when he noticed the distant look in Naruto's eyes, "Hey Naruto, what's the matter?"
Naruto put on his best grin and chuckled, "Nothings the matter Iruka-chan, just so excited for my birthday."
Iruka's eyes furrowed. He could easily spot when Naruto was lying. Not only was Iruka disappointed that Naruto underestimated him, he was insanely curious. "Why are you lying?"
Naruto chuckling died down, "Am I that readable?"
Iruka's hold onto Naruto's collar loosened, "No, It's just a skill I've picked up over the years."
Naruto leaned in, "And I also picked up the skill of blocking out unwanted commentary. Oooh Iruka~ Harder~ Goodness you're so big!~"
Rage filled Iruka's eyes as he blushed, Naruto took in the rage as his post-warning as his thoughts were disrupted by Iruka's loud voice, "Naruto!" He lifted on hand to punch but of course Naruto saw it coming and easily dodged it before heading to the door.
Naruto wiggled his finger to Iruka, "You should know by now." Naruto teased and grinned, "You can't hit me."
CRASH. Naruto moved quickly out-of-the-way as a lamp slammed into the wall behind him. He gracefully landed on his feet and brushed off his shoulders.
Naruto ran down the halls with Iruka right behind him. Everyone in the halls stared at the two, but changed their views and hurried along in a nervous way as soon as Iruka shot them all death glares.
Truthfully, Naruto wasn't in the mood to be chased. His thoughts were to preoccupied with today's meeting. Finally he lost Iruka by running into a small corridor. The brunette dumbly ran passed saying something like "I'm going to kill that brat" or "When I get my hands on that brat I swear".
He sighed a deep longing sigh before he made his way down the hallway towards his father's office. Iruka was probably still looking for him.
When he opened the door the whiff of lavender and oak wood flooded his system. A few stacks of paper by the door were pushed down unintentionally and scattered on the messy floor. Naruto ignored it and walked past the clutter of papers on the floor and towards his father.
A calming aura filled the small office, the feeling Naruto loved. Naruto loved this place, he wanted to stay here forever.
Slowly he walked over to the desk to find a middle-aged man - His father Minato - writing away with a scowl on his face. Naruto snickered at the way his fathers tongue would poke out now and then, just like a child.
Minato buried his face in paper work and his long blonde hair got rougher every passing day. This was one of the people Naruto could stand. He was a single father of one who worked full-time to run his kingdom and could still find time to spend with his son and villagers, greeting them with a gracious smile. He would always smile a gracious smile; he was always so happy and kind.
"Father…" Naruto said quietly.
The man looked up and smiled at his son, revealing pearl white teeth, "About time you got here," His words were calming as he wrapped his arms around Naruto, lightly hugging him, "Are you ready?"
Naruto stood still and he let go to look in his eyes, "Is something wrong Naruto?"
"No I'm fine! ... It's just... Do I really have to do this?"
"Naruto you're now eighteen years old, the perfect time for marriage. Most Prince's already have an arranged marriage at seventeen! You however are too reluctant to even take a look at the potential brides."
"I just don't want to get married to someone I don't even know, nor love!" Went Naruto's reply.
"Me and your mother had an arranged marriage, and we turned out bloody well fine!"
This always happened, a back and forth banter between the two. They just had different opinions on life, Minato raised to be a perfect prince and future king since the age of five, while Naruto was too busy playing in the back garden and giving Iruka headaches. A silence filled the office, only the sound of a wooden clock could be heard. Naruto was the first one to speak:
"This... This marriage will stop the war?"
"Yes."
"I will be happy, right?"
"Yes."
"Have you met her?"
"... Yes."
"Is she beautiful?"
"I'd, I'd rather not say."
Naruto looked up to his father at the hesitated answer, his suspicions rising. But he let it pass, if this meant stopping the war between Fire and and Wind then he'll do anything.
Ne ne, don't worry people, Iruka ain't some abusive uncontrollable man. Him and Naruto have been like this for the earlier years, teasing and chasing each other down the halls. Iruka is like an older brother~ A very protective yet easily frustrated brother... When I mentioned OOCness, I meant it.
So next chapter you'll get a taste of Sasuke's life as a prince. Much less hyperactive than this one.
Be forewarned; Fugaku is gonna mind fuck you solid with his OOC.