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Morning was restful, after his meeting with the dominants Naruto had returned with a skip in his step and a new optimism for his plan. Candidly he hadn't expected such a wholesome response, the new detailings, propositions, reforms, bills- all of it would take weeks to integrate into sound legislation.

Though really he had already started, Naruto had been speaking out some of his preliminary writings to skeptical teddy-bears and stuffed frog allies; he always found it best for him to verbally practice anything. His lessons were on hold due to Kakashi being with his grandfather in Fireleaf; This was just as good as homework surely, far more important then finding the surface area of a hexagon -the blond wasn't actually sure where they were in his lessons anymore.

His main problem of course was the ball. His own, of which many details had to be hashed out; mainly the guest list. Iruka had been attending to everything else, which saved him the bother of inviting the necessary guests he would rather avoid. Now, there were names to be added, with aid from Tenten.

In fact, he was also meant to meet with Lee Rock soon; Apparently the young dominant had been studying international politics. Naruto would fathom that he had begun pursing such an education because of Lotus's eventual -almost inevitable- absorption into the country of Konoha after its a hundred and ten year long separation. Due to the current Duke's lack of heir. Lee was a Marquess, by imperial grant he could pursue almost any avenue of education he desired; as long as he did not attempt to work a traditional submissive job with his certification, of course.

Tenten knew much of course, but even her knowledge was stifled. Naruto knew, his handmaiden's understandings were limited to customs and protocol for the most part, not law or political intrigue. That considered, the princess was… skeptical that Rock Lee of all persons would know the rumours and gossip of other nations; the man had too pure a mind -and heart. However, Naruto was optimistic that the young Marquess could point him in the direction of powerful allies. Those whomst he might invite to his Bell Ball to influence the minds of his would-be-doubters. Prove his political potential for the throne.

Today Princess Naruto had carefully Arranged to meet the young man at the derby. With His mother declining his company this year in lue of their recent frustration with each other, itr provided a somber opportunity. Naruto could justify astraying his attention from family matters today regardless. Many dominants would be at this year's race and the princess had every intention of utilizing that to his advantage. Perhaps, making certain he was seen conversing with at least one of the opposite secondary-sex, in order to showcase his less severe position to the public.

Of course, before he could see his plans set to motion he would have to survive his fitting. Which was less than easy when his faithful lady-In-waiting was tightening the fastening of his new corset like it would pop loose at any second. "Pretty sure its-" He gasped as yet another tug was made. "Not- supposed- to be-" He struggled again to catch his own words. "Tight!" The style was indeed antique, but it weren't as if his Great-Aunt wanted her subjects to die from torso morphing from the corset.

With his face reddened, and breathing capacity considerably shortened, the teenager was not expected to suddenly be released. So much so in fact, that the entirety of his bodyweight slammed into his full-length mirror. He rarely gave a proper glare to those he loved, but he most certainly did shoot one her way over his shoulder as he righted himself.

"Umm, sorry your Highness, I'd done some research on the method's for the fitting, and Princess Sakura's handmaiden Sai did tutor me briefly when I got ahold of him. But, I may have tightened too far based on the old customs." Naruto sighed, he was not surprised to hear that his cousin's lady-in-waiting gave the wrong information to Tenten. The submissive had a problem with him for some reason, Naruto was unsure if that was due to loyalty to Sakura, or if it was some other hidden reason; a slight he had unintentionally performed unto the other submissive man perhaps.

Either way, he did not have the attention necessary to deal with his fellow Princess's handmaiden, if Sai wanted to be petty that was fine. Naruto was certain he could still find a way to cut up all of his clothes, as a prank of course. It weren't as if he was unknown in the Imperial palace, he was friends to many servants there. It was Sakura's matter to deal with, but that did not mean he couldn't press her into doing so with a quick childish prank.

Currently, Naruto was only half dressed. He had his chemise on underneath his corset, his slip, and a slim petticoat; he wasn't certain why he needed stockings but Tenten had insisted upon them, and arguing with her tended to make changing last far longer. Next was his actual dress, and he was quite relieved that this style was largely formal, at the moment at least.

The dress Tenten had chosen did indeed make a statement, not merely to his status, but individuality as well. In a way, he was charmed by her and the tailor's mutual effort. The dress was yellow and orange, the majority of the garment being tangerine, fitted close at the waist with a pale sunflower yellow pseudo belt, the material smoothly flowing to his feet where it pooled ever so slightly.

He would have to be particularly careful, his family's warnings that he was klutzy making him a slight more anxious, no matter how beautiful the gown, and it was beautiful.

It was off the shoulder in a somewhat teasing display, reflecting much of the former fashion style. However, there was a solo lace collar of pale yellow around his neck tied with a slim white ribbon, underneath that however were four strings of real pearls increasing incrementally in length.

Over his forearms were lace gloves matching his collar, elegant in sequence with his drooping shoulder line. The true centerpiece of the gown however were the flowers. Evenly spaced bright yellow crocuses were embroidered delicately along the hemline and neckline.. Furthermore, due to the intentional pleats placed in the over fabric made the slim lines appear slightly like a flower's stock.

It was common in the capital country -Konoha- for submissives to wear their hair short, his own had been straightened, and even with its considerably short length -even for a submissive- Tenten had somehow managed to form large curls in his hair, pinned elegantly to his skelp. A miniature sunflower had been pinned atop, in place of the large hats currently entering fashion, it was rather gauche of him to ignore the invisible rule, alas, he too was royalty so he could get away with minor infractions.

Still, Naruto could not help but consider the standard in their land. Though his hair was beautiful, primped and decorated in lue of his station; he was not oblivious to the injustice his short hair represented. Dominants traditionally kept their hair long, a centuries long tradition proudly kept throughout all the countries making up the empire. Amongst dominants -at least as Naruto had learned from Kakashi and his grandfather- hair was a symbol of pride; it signified a warrior's spirit and the resilience of one's will. To cut it was as if cutting off a piece of oneself as Kakashi had said, and he, of all in their household, would know.

The princess would be lying if he said he wasn't saddened by the perversion of such a beautiful tradition: For it had been corrupted into a means of punishment now, dominants who broke the law were frequently made to cut their hair as penance, or bail often enough. In the case of a serious infraction however, they were forcefully made to shave their heads -or the judge would do so in their place. Often requiring the victim to be strapped down, it was barbaric, and Naruto could not understand why such a punishment still existed.

Naruto loved his hair, but upon occasion he did wonder what it would look like should he grow it out. Apparently, his mother had been fortunate, with straight fiery crimson hair to her knees. She, of course, had been a rife, and they rarely kept their hair too long in order to avoid being confused as a dominant. It was rather blasphemous for a submissive to grow their hair longer than their collarbone.

Even in the case of one like Hinata, Naruto suspected she would have a far shorter cut when he saw her next. The Hyuga Marchioness was exceptionally loyal to the empire; Greenleaf was not nearly as stringent on such things as the capital, for submissives anyhow. Nevertheless, Naruto had never seen her practice anything but Konohagakure ways. It was fortune in a way, the true sense of loyalty and commune that united the empire. All countries were deeply integrated, and their citizens shared many customs, bloodlines and communities.

However, as Naruto grabbed his handbag and stepped carefully to the waiting car. The sunflower princess could only think about how the dominants of Konohagakure did not experience the true expense of such unity. In fact, the Princess Namikaze Naruto was almost certain many- if not most, resented the empire in some way.

That made him evermore determined to be the Empress.

Carefully, he touched the flower in his hair. Perhaps, Naruto thought, perhaps it was time for a subtle type of demonstration. Surely if he was careful he could still keep his secrets of dirt bikes, ramen, and dangerous motorcycle drivers with sharp eyes; even if he grew out his hair. He would simply hide it beneath his hat to avoid suspicion around his rather… rough friends.

Yet, display its increasing length during public and formal occasions. In esteemed circles it would generate a form of buzz, of course, not much until it surpassed his shoulders, but it would still earn him curious glances. As far as the hierarchy was aware he had never grown his hair, none had seen it at any length save the cut he presently had. It would be a good act of solidarity, and to be entirely candid; Naruto did not think his fellow submissives would grasp his quiet statement.

The dominants would however, of this the blonde had no question. Where submissives were arrogant in their supremacy, a dominant would notice any showcasement of possible allegiance. It was a simple matter of human nature really, for when one is in a position of isolation and ridicule; one tends to seek out any sign, no matter how minor, that someone might listen or sympathize.

Naruto nodded to himself, those young nobles he had met for the DRAFA bill had left a rather prominent impression on him. Each of them, no matter how different- and they were all quite different; all of them, had a defensiveness to their personalities not just brought along by 'savage' instinct. It had made by ridicule, and that loneliness in their eyes, the sight of hope fading, was likely due to the lack of affection most of them had from their families. These morse expressions were not something Naruto wished to face again.

Even if it were so simple as growing out his hair in showcasement; something as simple as that, small though it were, would give many dominants hope, hope- that perhaps change was coming.

"Naruto!" Tenten's call woke him from his thoughts, an embarrassing break of composure on his part. He shot her a nervous grin when he noticed the annoyance in her eyes. Without a word she handed him her ringing phone. Naturally he answered decorously, Tenten was often his messenger for official matters, typically speaking she would hand her phone over whenever there was an important matter requiring his direct action.

"Hello?" He answered, minorly concerned as to whom he might be speaking to, he hadn't expected any sort of call.

"Hey kid." Naruto grinned as his grandfather's voice entered his ear. Of course, it had not been long since they'd last seen each other, but Naruto was quite excited to hear his voice again. Ever since he had been found by the man, Jiraiya had been a near constant in his life, it was odd to suddenly be void of that solid presence.

"Hey old-man!" Tenten purposefully coughed at his bad manner, Naruto ignored her. "Still alive then?" It was a joke, sadly it did fall slightly flat as the last time they'd seen each other had been just after a shootout.

A fact not lost on Jiraiya for there was no laugh on the other end, a fact which was always foreboding, Naruto knew.

His grandfather was generally a merry man, for him not to laugh -no matter how stupid the joke, either he was in a horrible mood or he was leaning into his dominant nature more. Not something Jiraiya did lightly, considering how much he hated it. Naruto had a feeling it was a combination of the two. During the attack, he had never seen his grandfather act… primal. In truth, it had scared him, certainly its ferocity, for many moments his eyes had been wide with the belief that Jiraiya was truly going to kill the attacker.

Now, he was more comprehensive of the situation of course. Finding that though he had certainly been intimidated by the display, it was scarcely different from the brawls he had seen -and participated in- as a child. Dominants would bash at each other all the time during those fights, the physical force displayed was always impressive. Naturally, the same amount of aggression hadn't been dealt to him in the ring, his friends were careful about him for the most part, even if they didn't take it very easy on him in truth, they tried.

"Your mother told me you've been sneaking out." The princess cursed to himself, he had thought his mother oblivious. His tracks were carefully covered, of course that did not stop Iruka from literally opening his bedroom doors to check on him. "Care to tell me what you've been up to?" A fair question, Naruto winced.

Out of everyone in their household his grandfather was the most free-spirited, he was fun and understood the intraces of young life better then most rigid nobles. Often enough, he had been the one to encourage Naruto to enjoy being a teenager, even if that meant a bit of trouble. Jiraiya's rather lenient nature had lightened Iruka's eye on the matter, and he was far more laid back about Naruto going out now. However, sneaking out was another thing entirely, Naruto was the princess of the empire he couldn't be sneaking out.

No matter how liberal his grandfather was sneaking out was not acceptable because of how vulnerable it made him. No security guards, no surveillance, nothing, and it was not something the Grand Duke could abide by Naruto knew. His family was largely unaware of what he did when out with permission- a bit of a contention at the dinner table, but mostly a topic that went ignored. If Jiraiya or Iruka -or Tenten, assigned someone to follow him at night he would be in for the biggest tongue lashing of his life. Not merely from one of the mentioned party, but all three.

"Late night shopping." He did his best to answer calmly, it seemed like a sound answer, everyone knew he loved shopping.

"At two in the morning?" Jiraiya countered and Naruto cursed his mother for being so diligent as to check when he returned.

"I was meeting up with a friend after." Was what he decided to go with next, Jiraiya didn't know who Fuu was, but Naruto was confident he could use that to his advantage at the very least. Anything was better then his grandfather finding out what he was actually doing. "Her name is Fuu, she's a submissive who grew up in the same neighbourhood as me." There was a 'hum' from the other line, likely in minor suspicion. Not many submissives lived in the bad areas, at least not long term, but it did happen, and the Duke knew this- after all Iruka had lived in the 'bad side of town,' for half a decade before adopting him, Naruto knew his grandfather wasn't ignorant of this.

"...Is she alright?" The princess grinned at the concern shown, it made him happy to know that despite never having met her, or known that she existed until now, that fierce kindness remained. Still, while he wanted to answer honestly, that no, she was in a bad position at the moment, he knew he couldn't. A lot more questions would come up which Naruto could not afford to answer. Quietly as to not be heard, he apologized to his friend.

"She's managing." It was as little as he could say, it wasn't false.

"Fine, I would prefer it if you met during the day, but if that isn't possible you have my permission to see her at night. IF you take an armed bodyguard with you." It was most certainly a compromise, a good one too… If he was actually spending all his nights seeing his childhood friend, but there were many midnights when he went to go see Sasuke. Naruto didn't know what to do in this situation, Jiraiya was being generous, very much so, and the thought of betraying the trust his grandfather was giving him made Naruto's skin crawl.

It made him feel dirty, he never wanted to let the man down. He closed his eyes, pain coming over his expression in the silent car, as it clamped around his heart. So intense, the blond had in no way expected its impact. "...I understand grandpa, it won't happen again." he felt the tears building and pushed them down. He was a princess on the way to the grand derby he couldn't have track marks on his face upon exiting the car. Immediately he straightened his posture, breathing through his nose deeply to settle himself better.

This was not something he wanted to do, he did not want to have to decide between seeing Sasuke and keeping loyal to his family. However, he had to decide, and though it hurt him to a level he hadn't expected, that pain changed nothing. No matter how dual-natured and carnivorous noble life was, it was his and his family's life, and he had a duty to perform in lue of that.

He could ponder and wonder the hypothetical all he liked: Consider what his life would have been if he was never found, and was instead living a life with his mother in the streets, a place wherein he and Sasuke's relationship -whatever that might be defined as- would be at least, be plausible, if extremely difficult with Iruka's overbearing gaze.

However, it wasn't only his mother's gaze that watched him now. It was the Grand Duke of Konohagakure, the Empress of the empire, the sons and daughters of the noble families, the Gardens of government- the list went on. So many eyes to watch and judge and influence, he could not afford for it to be known that he had a secret dominant 'friend,' from the streets. He had worked hard enough over the past two years to make certain his former life went largely unspoken of by the hierarchy and the press; if his secret were to be known.

Naruto could easily hyperventilate at the thought, he would lose almost all of his standing. Any favour he had won from the brutal nobility would disappear instantly. This would not be a problem if he didn't care about his people; but the sunflower princess wanted to make a difference to his people, he could not do that as a street raised submissive with a thing for dominants.

A Princess with a thing for dominants not at all… A crown Princess with a thing for dominants, well, that was a thought to be considered once more things had moved forward. Who knew, perhaps by such a time, he will have moved on and found a nice rife to settle himself with. If he succeeded in improving the standing of dominants in the empire, then perhaps he might openly display his preference. But for the moment he was stuck.

Naruto had found through years of soul searching, and a lot of denial, that he was simply not attracted to rifes- at least it was a very rare thing for him to be. A fact which annoyed the young princess extensively. Life would be much smoother for him if he were, the man he married would have to be perfect for him if he were a rife: Entirely fitting into what Naruto found attractive, yet without being a dominant- and the blond wasn't certain that was possible. It wasn't the most prevalent thing on his mind really, duty came first, but the princess did want to fall in love someday.

"In space kiddo?" Jiraiya finally laughed and Naruto came back to the moment joining in with the lightened atmosphere easily.

"Yup! Sorry, how are things over there?" He was quite curious, well, apprehensive would be the best word. Nothing good would come from a feud between Fireleaf and Greenleaf, but with both the Duke of Greenleaf and the Duchess of Fireleaf attending the derby, it was unlikely the Grand Duke could do anything in either country at the moment. Oh they would both be returning tomorrow, as this was an official formal event it was necessary to attend for most, but it was not an excuse to leave one's duties for long; especially with so much tension in the air. Naruto did privately assume his great aunt was hoping for some form of diplomacy to happen between the two leaders during the event, he hoped she was right.

Naruto was far more concerned on how the two would deal with each other; cordially in public, of that he was certain. But he wasn't naive enough to think that plans wouldn't be made; maybe even a half-hearted assassination attempt would occur from either party. "At the moment? Boring. In general, tense. Nagato was a key factor in keeping the peace for many decades, with him gone it falls to the Duchess, and everyone is fully aware of how well her and Duke Hiashi get along." The 'not at all,' went unspoken by both parties.

"Anyway, I'll tell you more of the details later, are you and Iruka on your way to the races?" Naruto did not try to stop his simper, of course he had been granted the unique opportunity to publicly be seen interacting with dominants -without recourse that was a great boon he could not ignore. However… attending the royal derby together each year was something he and his mother looked forward to. Even if they had only been doing so for three years, it had been a silent agreement between them that it would be their own little tradition.

"No just me, mother's still unhappy with me so he's going on his own." The words themselves still stung slightly, and he resolved himself to spend some more time with his mother at a later date. They needed some time together, and though he was not in anyway ashamed of it, he did blush upon realizing that he really did miss his mother's company quite a bit.

"Don't be sad Naru." Jiraiya spoke, in that voice Naruto recognized to be his comforting one… before he said something stupid. "There are plenty of handsome rifes to flirt with at the races, I mean some of the riders am I right?" Naruto snorted really loudly in the car and Tenten elbowed him harshly in the ribs. Still, he ended up laughing slightly at the ridiculous comment, personally, he hadn't looked.

"I am not flirting with the riders!" He mock shouted, though there was honesty in his words.

"I dunno, number fourteen has some nice legs." Naruto laughed a little louder. Not surprised that the event was on the telly there.

Naruto was still chuckling slightly when he answered, "pretty sure female rifes aren't my thing grandpa but I'll take a look at her legs just to make sure your eyes aren't going." He teased, if the man were present Naruto would have stuck his tongue out -much to Tenten's horror, she could absolutely be silly; but not in front of the grand duke, that was basically sacrilege to her.-

"Oi! Watch it brat!"

"Make me!" He replied automatically. Before his handmaiden poked him on the shoulder and pointed outside, the car slowly coming to a stop in front of the luxurious green run-way capret leading to the venue. Already reporters and paparazzi were clammouring behind the protective guard rail. Snapping pictures of his car while a news man announced his arrival into a microphone. "Gotta go, have to look good for the cameras and I can't do that talking to an ugly old man." He laughed at his grandfather's indignant 'hey' but smiled when he said 'love you kiddo,' and replied back with the same affection he felt behind Jiraiya's words.

He hung up and handed Tenten back her phone. She probably thought he was sighing at the sight of all the cameras, or the thought of talking to multiple journalists. Really, he couldn't care less, he didn't find public appearances that annoying, just draining. What occupied his mind, even as his chauffeur opened the door for both submissives; was how he could ever tell his grandfather the truth.


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