Okay, so listen to this, this is the only warning you guys are gonna get. This fic has some serious feminization okay? Like its intense. If you've read my books before you should expect this, but as I'm sure many of you haven't I want you to know that. 

If you give me shit for it I will block you. I have zero tolerance for people criticizing me about gender-roles in homosexual relationships -I know it all I've heard it all so many times in the past 10 years that I just can't anymore. I'm more than aware that most gay relationships don't deal with such distinctions- this is fiction. 

If you can't handle it, then fuck off.

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As suggested he changed with a lot of wiggling -out of his tight dress- flicking his pumps off and a flurry of flying clothes -messing up the freshly clean room the maid had cleaned for him. Having decided on an unassuming light orange turtle neck and black sweetpants, he rushed back out almost forgetting to wipe off his makeup. Grinning to himself as he jumped down the stars two at a time and twirling around to his left where the garage was, rather hurriedly squeezing into his suspiciously white sneakers. A large wool orange toque thrown on to hide his easily recognizable hair. And bound to his car. Normally he would go for a ride to clear his head, but it was a well established fact by now that he was a poor night time rider. It was of no consequence his car was there when needed, it was modest, especially when taking into account his family's wealth, but he loved it all the same. However, it was old, it was a small bright orange Fiat 500 from the 1960s which Jiraiya had refurbished, and add tinted glass to.

Naruto thought it was adorable, and despite the austentagious colour it was unassuming -rich people often opted for fancy cars after all. He got in with an eager rub of his hands and pressed play on his classical 70s playlist as he pulled out. He was heading for the city, it was only about fourty minutes out, and though he didn't particularly enjoy the place he wasn't heading for the highrises or prestigious tourist attractions. He was in fact driving to his favourite -rather run down- restaurant, he didn't get the chance to eat there often, because of its minimal finances they didn't deliver, and Naruto rarely had ample opportunity to travel there.

He entered into the slums of Konoha the capital -royal- city of the Fire Kingdom, with that thought in mind. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, the murky colours which surrounded the place, the roads which clearly hadn't been redone for many years, and the infrastructure in general was shabby at best. Several of the trash bins were overfilled and much of the garbage ended up littering the streets instead. There were no lamps outside and the sidewalks were only lit by the traffic lights and that from the windows of the residents. Most submissive's passing by this area would be disturbed and try to take a different route. Not entirely unjustified Naruto knew, but for those rare few as himself it was comfortable enough, at least as long as you knew what to watch out for -and how to defend yourself. People were desperate in the slums, but that didn't mean they attacked every person who entered like savages, mostly they left well enough alone unless provoked. There were of course the rare few, and it was more common to be mugged or attacked in the area then it was in well off places in the city certainly.

Naruto however, knew how to work in such places, he had grown up there after all.

Naruto Namikaze had gone missing at the age of six years old. Honestly he himself couldn't remember much of what had happened. Officially, the car carrying himself and has parents had been attacked by an unknown perpetrator -suspected group. His parents had both been shot multiple times and from what he understood it had been a rather gorey sight. Naruto himself was missing from the scene and naturally suspected of having been kidnapped. The blond could however remember screaming, whether that was his own or one -or both- of his parents he didn't know, and walking, strangely those were prominent memories for him. Walking in a drenching rain, car horns and violent yelling blaring at his back, his cheeks stabbing in pain.

He had spent three years living on the streets, as despite what fancy city folk thought the people of the slums were quite good to a young orphan wondering about. He wasn't treated special- unless one counted not being attacked special. He still had to scrounge for his own food, find his own blankets, but some others would share their minimal shelters with him at night if it was raining. There were times where he had gotten on the bad side of some of the residents, when he became desperate enough to steal from those even a little better of then himself- he had been beaten really badly -kicked down and stomped on, given a broken leg when he was eight because of it.

He pulled up to the curb next to Ichiraku, and parked rather lacklusterly there. Locking his car and making sure the extra security was in place, just in case. The restaurant itself was more of a booth then an actual establishment, but it made the best ramen he had ever tasted. He slid onto one of the stools as Teuchi the kindly elder chef and his daughter Ayame looked to him with large smiles.

"Naruto! Long time no see, where have you been?" Neither of them recognized him, as he wanted. In public, to the eye of the people he didn't have large whisker like scars on his cheeks, covering his face with a fair amount of makeup. He always wore stylish designer clothing which made him look the part of a high class submissive. But to the slums, he was just another person with the same name as that fancy figure on the newspapers, spoken of in gossip columns, coincidence and nothing more. That worked just fine for him, not that it was unpleasant being rich, but it was a lot more freeing to not be seen as a Namikaze.

"Ah, nothing just you know, work and all." It was a lie he usually posed, not that it was entirely wrong. Still he felt nervous everytime he used the excuse, his hand flying to the back of his neck at the not real itch suddenly manifesting there. He got a smile in response, and they began filling his usual order without him having asked for anything.

He had met his adoptive mother at Ichiraku.

Teuchi had offered him a rare meal for free, it had been winter and he had been starving, his belly feeling caved in, and the kindly man had noticed.

As he'd struggled to get himself up on one of the rickety stools -he was small- he was unexpectedly lifted up and placed on the seat. When he'd turned to look at the person who'd helped him, he'd seen deep brown sweet smiling eyes staring down at him, a gentle smile and his little heart after so many days of starvation beat fast, and he started to cry. Sob, it had panicked the poor man into fussing over him as naruto had blubbered out 'thank you's' on repeat. Finally, the man had given up trying to talk him out of crying and had cuddled him close with gentle shushing noises. That was how their relationship had been founded, and after a hefty drink of water and with red rimmed eyes, Naruto had found out that the man's name was Iruka a submissive -obviously- who worked at the rather decrepit day-care in a slightly better area in town.

A couple days later, Iruka had adopted him -not officially with paperwork and all. But from then on lived with the man and was clothed and fed by his money. It was the happiest he had ever been in his nine year old life.

Back in the present, a steaming cup was put in front of him, and with a delighted expression lighting his face -and establishment- he bid his thanks and dove right in with the chopsticks. Slurping the noodles down without any of the prim and proper manners which had been ground into his head in the past three years. Forgoing them entirely in both joy and the satisfaction of feeling like a rebel for doing so. He ordered another scrumptious bowl before deciding that as having been enough and bidding his farewells after leaving a large tip as he always did.

Then he left feeling much better then he had when having arrived, a nice breeze having blown away the smoke circling his mind. He stretched with arms over his head and a smile of contentment.

Circling around to the driver's side of his car, and getting his keys out- looking forward to relaxing at home. That was until the sudden sound of a violent engine and the recognizable sound of a too fast motorcycle hit his hears with a panic of understanding. Head snapped his head to the side to see a chase, a motorcycle chase with a lot of yelling, composting exhaust and no helmets. The first person Naruto didn't get the chance to look at, because he lerched himself towards the curbside as he sped by, barely in time as it was because he felt the gust of air from the chase violently against his body. Hyperventilating for a few moments on the roadside listening to one motor get further away and the other getting closer, slowing down as he finally got up. Arms and head pounding from his smack onto the asphalt, the scrapes on his arms hurting despite his rather thick woolen sleeves.

"Hey you!" Three motorbikes entered his somewhat blurred sight, none of their drivers having gotten off and their engines were still going loud. He looked towards the woman who'd called and was met with the sight of straight -but hargard- fiery deep red hair and an equally blazing set of red eyes- both in colour and intent. "You see where that guy went?!" Her voice came with a snap and the other two regarded him equally as intensely, glares in their gazes, which had Naruto glaring back. All three of them were clearly dominants and he was in little mood to deal with whatever petty fight they'd gotten themselves into. Especially when she was not so much asking as demanding an answer from him.

"No, I was too busy diving out of the damn way!" Her growl was high and irate, and instinct told him to back away, his resolve kept him in place. He had delt with dominants on the street before, and he knew he wouldn't be in any significant danger until she -or any of her friends- actually became angry. He could fight maybe one dominant, that is with street tactics and shabby hits, but not any more then that. The more angry a person got the more testosterone they produced and dominants already had way more testosterone when calm then a rife and especially a submissive had when angry. Which was why they were such a menace in society.

"Are you alright?" It got his attention that it was the large burly, ginger haired man that asked, and he felt almost shy at the concern after his outburst. A little more relaxed too because of it, which was odd considering the tense atmosphere. The only nice person's he had met with their instinctual sex was Techi at the restaurant and his grandfather, both of whom were far older then he. Any others usually involved potentially dangerous confrontations with domineering personalities, glaring and snarling.

"Yes thank you for asking." He smiled towards the man despite his conflicted feelings of apprehension and gratitude.

There were three of them, the two red-heads and a rather stern faced ravenet whose irises were so dark it Naruto doubted that light was entering them at all. It was the stare that man gave which both captured his attention, but also scratched something under his skin that made him want to punch the man. His jaw ticked with the urge. Instead he turned to his car and pressed the 'unlock' button, turning his head away from all three of them.

"Sorry I can't help you." He said it as politely as possible, trying not to contemplate what the chase was about.

"Oi." A new voice chimed in, and Naruto had to assume it was the guy who had not yet spoken, it was with a mild irritation that blue eyes turned to look the dominant's way. Already put out by the situation and the fact 'oi' was usually what his mother did to gain his attention when it wondered away. The stranger got off of his motorcycle, and walked over with his hands in the pockets of his tightly fitted leather pants, stopping directly in front of Naruto and looking him up and down. It didn't feel necessarily licentious but the blond was reaching for his door handle nonetheless.

"Do I know you?" It wasn't what Naruto expected and his heart skipped several beats at the question, the last thing he wanted was to be recognzied in the slums of the capital city. For someone of his present status that would be exceedingly dangerous, his hand purched under the handle of his door and he was ready to flee. Sweat freshly beading on his brow. However, "your scars, I've seen them somewhere." That threw him off. The scars on his cheeks were whisker shaped markings deep and indented, three on each cheek, and they were always covered up with makeup in public. He had never been out on the town without them being covered up, so for this man to recognize them meant he didn't recognize him from the tablods but from the slums. It had him pausing and starring at the stranger.

He was a dominant, obviously. He had a muscled frame, though it was somewhat hidden by his spiked bikers leather jacket it showed underneath his too tight, too thin, white t-shirt underneath. He had pale alabaster skin, lit by the moon and seemed ethereal. A sharp and strong jawline with a matching nose, and thin lips. His eyes and hair stood out the most, a shade of blue black hair rim-rod straight and spiked at the back so it looked somewhat charged. Naruto focused a bit more on his eyes though, they were dark, too dark, not merely grey Naruto realized fairly startled, but it was as if the man's entire iris was infact covered by his pupil. No one could have eyes so black.

That very thought however, was familiar in itself- it had spoken inside his mind before, in a whisper- though he could not remember when, it was a fog in his brain as if a long forgotten dream. It was automatic- instinct that Naruto's lips spoke before he himself properly knew what they were saying.

"Sasuke..." A whisper like glass, fragile. Earning however a sudden response as if a cut was made, and a chokehold caught his throat gripping, but not quite tight enough to be threatening. Nevertheless his hands attempted to pull the arm away, his strength wasn't enough to match however. He held the arm instead glaring at the blackness eyes with a scowl on his mouth and the urge to punch the man rekindled.

"How do you know my name?! Did my brother send you?!" He was being yelled at, held by his neck and a fierce glare was penetrating into his sapphire eyes like a kife. Rare thought it was primal instinct took over and Naruto found himself growling. It wasn't common for submissives to feel so threatened as to growl, often they just fled the area and hoped to be left alone. When cornered and significantly scared enough however,, submissives could become extremely violent- it was primal instinct. Naruto knew what it was, Kakashi back when he had been his tutor had taught him quite well about the state. He'd vowed never to allow it to happen to himself. But now that he was in the throughs of such anger he didn't much care for his own childish promise.

Naruto lashed out and kicked the stranger hard in the stomach, the grip on his throat weakening just enough for him to push the arm away. As the man hunched over from the impac, a wince on his face and a snarl on his lips. Without much delay a fist slammed hard into Naruto's left cheek, he bit into his tongue on incident and the taste of iron filled his mouth. He spat it at the other man as he straightened up, it landed directly on a pale cheek and looked ominous sitting there as the skin was almost white in the moonlight. They both growled, snarling forceful, and posturing as muscles tensed and each moment was carefully watched. Naruto attacked as his opponent shifted to do so, hitting the man on the shoulder with his fist while having aimed for his face. It earned a grunt but little more, and instead his own knee was slammed into by a a heavy boot.

It brought him down to a particle kneel. But cerulean eyes did not look down, they flicked up in a determined glare which portrayed no violence, reslove steeling his gaze, not anger. And indeed, the blond did not feel any resentment, his anger was dim opposed to his want to prove himself, to win and make a point- though to what end- Naruto wasn't sure himself.

He was glared down at from those dark eyes, but neither moved once more, they both stared- one man growling, glaring, scowling deeply his gaze baring down with a weight as if the sky itself was looking down upon you. Yet, equally, blue eyes stared upwards, resolute, calm, and speaking without words, cheek swollen and a dribble of blood trickling from both a split lip and a bitten tongue. Naruto did not know how he knew the other man's name, he did not know how Sasuke recognized his scars. But his gut was speaking to him, his mind was telling him clearly that neither of them would win the fight they'd begun, it was destined to be a stalemate and by the fact that his counterpart was not making another move, he could assume the other man knew it too.

Slowly, one of them backed up slightly, and the other rose his leg protesting.in doing so. He ignored the flare of pain as he stood straight facing the familiar stranger. They both breathed deep. Blue eyes flickered to their onlookers his attackers group, none of whom were moving, all of them simply watching the proceedings, though it seemed as if they had come close to doing so, as they were both off their bikes and a little closer then they had been when the fight started.

"I know you." 'Sasuke' spoke. Naruto agreed with that, they did know each other, but the fog -or was it smoke?- was too thick hanging overtop their memories nthat nothing was reaching either of them.A picture? -no that was too impersonal.- A playmate before his parents had been killed? A deeper connection, crossing emotions were echoing in his chest, intense and too mixed to separate any single one and define, was there hatred? Anger? Happiness? Naruto couldn't tell there were too many in his head and none of it was being filtered by rationality.

"Yeah." Was all he said, because there was nothing else to say, the blond knew that they both were in agreement, they were both confused and had no explanation. How were they to figure it out? Strange as it were, but Naruto found the fighting their little brawl a help, mainly for the fact that it felt so obscure, wrong in the manner that it pressed against his mind each time he landed a hit, with greater pressure of a remorse- a inner protest.

Be that as it may, staying would achieve nothing, neither he nor his counterpart had any clue as to their connection, and Naruto while curious, had little hope of understanding such a vague intuition, thus it would be best to leave it as it were. They stared at each other momentarily something hitching in the back of Naruto's throat, and the feeling had him disturbed- so he turned away from the man's gaze. Clicked open his car door, and settled in with a hiss at the pain in his leg, hoping that his face wouldn't swell too much as to not be able to see. Luckily his injured leg wasn't the one he pressed the petals with, and he would be clear the drive as long as his eye didn't swell too much. He chanced a glance at their spectators, but both of them had already taken position on their bikes, he didn't glance at his former opponent.

As he drove off however... he looked in his rear view mirror, and saw, briefly, Sasuke staring at him, watching him leave, before he too turned away- back to his bike. It pulled at something inside of him to see, it felt like a dismissal, which made little sense as he had been the first one to leave. He focused on the pain on his tongue and the taste of blood in his mouth- distracting himself from thoughts of the man and paying attention to the road properly.instead. Mumbling to no one in particular "bastard..."