Chapter Two:

Deep in whirlpool country, in the private training grounds of Lord Minato, a seventeen year old young man trained fiercely with his personal trainer. Anko Mitarashi. Her purple hair whipped as she ran, dodging the swift attacks from the blond. She struck back, her sword clashing against his. She jumped back, panting a bit before charging back in, refusing to show weakness.

The blond was much the same. He charged at the purple haired woman again. Again. Relishing in the encouraging sound of their swords meeting each other time after time. Deciding he was done playing around, he charged at her, their swords clanking together. He pulled back and struck again, stepping forward. She stepped back, tripping over herself and landing on her butt.

"Well Anko Sensei, that's another win for me." He smiled, helping the dominant woman up. She groaned but clasped his hand, getting up. "Yeah yeah gaki. Now scurry off to Iruka. He'll throw a fit if your late for your studies." She shooed him off, cleaning herself off. The blond ran down the corridor, and turning into his studies room, his orange sweater and black skinny jeans blocking the cold.

"Right on time, lord Naruto." Iruka smiled. Naruto rolled his eyes at the formalness of the man, but let it go. He sat on the couch next to the window. Looking out at the leaf covered ground. It was early October, a few days before Naruto's 18th birthday. His betrothed and his family would come, they would wed, and he'd go and stay with his new family until his father retired and he and his husband had to assume the new position of ruler.

Naruto listened as Iruka taught his final lesson, as after this, whether or not he continued his studies was up to his husband, the dominant in charge of him. He hated that he was going to be owned. That he had to pretend that he never learned to protect himself. But he was smart enough to know his place.

Over the years, he had mellowed out from the over energetic kid he had been. He grew to a happy 5'9. He did as he was told and tried his best. He knew his father loved him, and that was all he needed. Of course, he still pulled a prank every now and then, like dying Anko's hair red; or putting the wrong lenses in Karin's glasses, but it was all in good fun.

"And that, is how we got to today. With your father as our glorious leader. Do you understand that Naruto? Ask questions now because then I have to assess you for the last time." Iruka smiled sadly at him. Naruto told him that he had no questions, and Iruka gave him the assessment. In the end, he got a hundred, and Iruka sent him off to his father.

"Naru, c'mere." Minato smiled, opening his arms to embrace his precious son. He would never say that he didn't miss his wife, or that he didn't want her back, but he loved Naruto. And wouldn't trade him for anything. And in his eyes, he did a damn good job of raising a submissive son, all on his own. Oh fine, with some assistance.

"You know that your betrothed is on his way. Your 18th birthday is in two days time, and you two will wed. Then you'll leave. But you need to know that, so long as your dominant agrees, you can visit whenever you like." The older man smiled, ruffling his sons hair. It would be tough, but he knew he had to let his son be his own man.

"Um... Dad... I was wondering if you could tell me about him... My dominant..?" Naruto asked timidly. He knew he was kept in the castle for his own protection, but why couldn't his betrothed visit him? Couldn't they meet? So they weren't complete strangers?

"Alright, but just a little.." Minato smiled. "His name is Sasuke Uchiha. He is the second born son of the head of the Uchiha clan. I'm good friends with his father. He is 20 years old. Two years and three months older than you. He has ebony hair and eyes. I believe he is 6 feet tall.p. From my visits with Fugaku, he seems like a very calm and respectful young man." Minato told him, smiling as his sons eyes widened in amazement.

"Come little brother, you want to arrive before his birthday passes, don't you?" Itachi teased, watching his brother grumble and get in the carriage. It was a two day journey. And Sasuke thought it was entirely stupid. Why marry some dobe he hadn't even met.

"Sasuke, foolish brother, shouldn't you be more excited? You're getting married." Itachi smirked, knowing he was pissing his younger brother off. True, he was also grumpy before meeting Deidra, not happy with someone deciding who he was to spend his life with. But, as it had turned out, Deidra had been perfect for him. He was sad he had to leave him home with their new born son.

"Itachi I've never even met this guy before. What is he's some mental, ugly, lunatic that Lord Minato just wants to get rid of?" Sasuke spat, angry. Itachi sighed. He had known his brother would feel that way about his situation. He didn't want to marry a stranger. Itachi couldn't blame him.

"Believe it or not, you have met him, just after he was born. You were two. I was ten. I remember his sunny blond hair and blue eyes, even brighter than his fathers." Itachi told him, hoping to put his brother into better spirits about the whole situation. Because there was no dispute about it, they were going to Whirlpool country, and were going to get Sasuke married.

Sasuke grumbled and ignored his brother. In the last five years, he had grown to 6'1, his hair in a style some might call 'duck butt', but he liked. He wore a white Vneck T-shirt, with blue skinny jeans. He had completed his required studies and training. He was a qualified knight, ready to defend his brother, until his father in law decided it was time to retire. Then he and his stupid submissive would move there and be stuck there.

He could only hope the dobe he had to marry wasn't a lunatic. Or too loud. Or annoying. Or stupid, outspoken, messy, gross, and especially that he wasn't ugly. He couldn't stand being stuck with an ugly person his whole life. Imagine the ugly kids... Making messes, always yelling, and never getting married because their gross. He sighed, this sucked.

Itachi watched his brothers turmoil. Itachi stood 5'11, and had long hair, tied at his shoulder blades. He wore black long sleeved shirt with grey sweats and a red jacket. He remembered his first thoughts before meeting Deidra, but it t had all worked out. The long haired blond was a beautiful asset to his life.

As the ride continued, he couldn't help but think about what his wife and son were doing. Deidra had given him a Blond haired, Raven eyed. Dominant baby boy. His name was Kai Uchiha. He was a month and a half old. Itachi couldn't wait to get back to his family, though he knew Sasuke needed him.

"Sasuke, it'll all be alright. I promise you." Itachi gave him a happy smile and closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep. The ride was going to be a long one, why waste is worrying? Well, him anyway..