Disclaimer: Neither Mulan, or Naruto are mine. :/

Gift: For my Girlfriend (Like a lot of my books -.-)

Warning: Omega/Alpha Dynamics, Period Typical Sexism (For Omega's Female or Male)

Main: MadaNaru (Madara/Naruto)

Side Pairings: MinaKushi (Minato/Kushina), KibaHina (Kiba/Hinata), JiraTsuna (Jiraiya/Tsunade), ChoTen (Chouji/Tenten)

Note: I did what I could to keep it Chinese, please don't take offense if it's not quite right, Mulan is set in the Sui Dynasty of China (despite what many think) and there were quite a few things I couldn't find when I researched it. That being said, please do enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Mother's Worth

Panic roused swiftly within him, like the very winds of winter soaring through his entire body, it chilled him somewhere deep down. Yet as gusts of warm spring air wisped his hair around him, brought water stinging in his eyes, and a smile lighter than the summer sun lit his face with a glorious beauty, the likes of which many would clamor for. Precious beauty, wide shimmering eyes seeking knowledge adventure, and action, hair tangled and messed with from rolling in the grass or running with the wind itself, fast as he could on his noble steed.

His clothing always smudged with brown and green, the scent of fresh grass and bright spring flowers. That was his beauty at his finest, free and roaming, doing something that brought much levity to his soul. A rare occurrence as it was nowadays, his mother trimming him for his marriage, his father was trying to be lenient, but even he encouraged with cautious words for a more calm demeanor to take shape within his only child.

This dawn he'd run the furthest he'd ever ran, wind and speed carrying him all the way down the valley and across the river. His feet and ankles still damp from his romp through the clear water. It had been alit with orange and red tones of the sun this dawn, and he could not ignore the temptation it presented him.

He did not care, he was to bathe as soon as he entered his village once more, an appointment with a local groomer, for his meeting with the matchmaker of his village, something his mother had been preparing him for ever since he had come of age, a daunting time to be , its significance could not be ignored, even to such a free spirit as he. Not for the marriage itself, that was an experience he dreaded with all his being, his freedom would be lost, and his pride near gone.

No, it was his mother that he worried for, why he ran now, why his gut clenched with the cold sensation of anxiety. She was a kind woman, lovely throughout, stern in equal measure yet her intentions were bitterly clear for him. His well-being in mind in every thought she made. If he could not present to the matchmaker successfully, his mother would be so disappointed, her dark midnight reflected eyes would cloud over so thoroughly pupils would be nigh invisible.

He could hardly bare the thought. She was a kind woman, who gave him all she could, and taught him the balance of wisdom and kindness.

As he saw her standing in the morning glory, hair well tied, golden light shining from the fair crimson buns. Her dark clothing was dark, yet elegant on her slim figure, a yellow sash wrapped around her shoulders, hands upon her hips, she was an imposing figure, and the golden haired blond could only assume that he was late for his preparation. Something his father had joked of this very morning, of course the elder blond hadn't actually expected him to be late, not for such an important arrangement in his life.

He jumped from his horse in front of his mother, ensuring a baffled expression at his rude behavior, she only gave a huff at the display, and instead her pale long fingers drifted directly to his hair, pulling out a long brown twig, he could only assume that he knew where he had been at that point. The way her eyes lit with fire, burning midnight sky staring into his own eyes in anger. He stepped back quickly.

"You're late." Her normally bright, and smooth voice, was now roughed and cracking around the edges of her words, she had been yelling earlier on no doubt.

"Sorry Mama I had to-" She smacked him upside the head as he attempted to appease her with his sound reasoning, she knew where he was heading with it, and the sharp movement of her palm on the back of his head was duly painful. The harsh grip on his wrist as she pulled him into the bathhouse hurt far worse, her knuckles were white in contrast to his tan skin, Lucky enough for him his skin didn't bruise easily.

The owner of the bathhouse was a short black haired woman, who the blond couldn't help but fear a little, her brisk pace, speaking of no-nonsense, fast speaking as she pulled him behind a changing screen gave him the feeling that his life was no longer something he had to control anymore, that it was hardly his own, and his mind rebelled against such a thought.

His clothing harshly pulled from his body, he didn't have much a chance to see in which direction he was facing before he was pushed into cold water. He shivered, for it was colder than the winter waters, seeping through his skin, into his very bones, riding the dirt and grime from his body.

His mother found much amusement from this.

"It's freezing!" His mother gave a chorkle in response, grin coy on her pale face.

"It would have been warm if you had been here on time." She leaned in close then, white teeth glinting, and eyes narrowed into slits that spoke heavily of her amusement, yet the dim anger remained there, his mother wasn't one who liked to rush, his father a busy body to the core, she tended to be his opposite, he had made her rush by being late, and she was not grateful for it.

His parents bright dispositions were a gem in their village however, everyone knew them to be individuals with kindness stretching miles wide, dark and light blue eyes always sympathetic, clear of judgement, even for those stranded outside the village as outcasts.

Although, it was also well known that the Lady Kushina, his mother, often acted mischievously; Playing sly tricks and pranks on the rich class, no one called her out for it, those richer were wise to stay away his mother was one with the temper of a tiger. The glint in her eye now gave Naruto all the knowledge he needed to understand she was just as amused now, as when one of her many escapades succeeded.

The grin didn't diminish as she looked on his wrist, ready to clean his nails, the writing there was something from this morning, a note to himself about feeding his horse. She just shook her head and wiped them off with a small smile. He'd learned to do that from her. She could hardly reprimand him for it.

The bath finished, after cleaning his grime covered hair and applying vanilla and coconut oil. They were out of the bathhouse, his hair dripping wet, his mother dragging him as quickly as she could to the hairdressers. Luckily in the same building, the air had a chill this morning. There were too elder omega's there, a male and a female, greeting with warm smiles, and eagerly eyeing his fine silk like hair. His mother gave a shove to his taught back, and he was within their grasp. They had the manor to push him onto the cushion, before their small hands, grasped at his hair and the blond swore one of them gave out a gasp as they did.

Then he was pushed down, his hair held up ever so slightly, as dry hot air came from the underground blasting it upwards, it flew around his eyes and the hot air burned at the nape of his neck. The two omega's then pushed him upwards, and his hair once more harshly grabbed at a comb pulling at the knots and tangles there painfully, each omega on a different side of him and two different combs pulling at him not the best experience he'd ever had. It was made worse when they pulled and started stretching it up wrapping it around as high as they could, it pulled at his roots, and he really wasn't quite sure what they were doing to his poor hair. It felt damaging.

The tugging abruptly stopped and he felt a good amount of hair fall back onto the nape of his neck, and around his ears.

A hand mirror was abruptly in his face, the female omega at his side staring into it. He was slightly taken aback by his reflection.

His long sunshine hair was tied in a high bun at the top of his head held there by a bright red small beads, forming a perfect circle. A large amount of his hair held back but softly framing his face and the back of his neck. He was impressed to say the least, his hair was hardly tamable. He smiled at the Omega kindly, thanking them both without words.

He didn't have much time to admire his new hairdo before his mother was once more pulling at his wrist.

They were then off to the next section of the building for his handmade specially designed Hanfu.

It had a glorious colour palette, bright orange, sun yellow, crimson, and just a hint of lavender purple on the trim, made to look like the finest dawn had made them, they shone in the sunlight bright and beautiful in silk and linen. They complimented his hair and eyes, just as his father said they would.

Yet, his heart was in turmoil, he had no desire to marry, but it was the only way to bring honor back into his family name, his father was a respected, retired war general, and he wanted to showcase that, make him proud in the only way he could.

He knew that with the way he was he could easily soil his father's reputation with just this one day alone.

"Ow!" The ribbon around his waist was tightened firmly by his mother's hand, forcing him into focus, and he wanted desperately for his father to be here instead.

He hated being lead around like a horse.

"You could bring our family honor in one way."

"I know mother."

"Then you must start getting prepared, look at you, soiled with grime, running about as if you are a simple minded child. Is this how your future mate will find you? Because let me tell you now he will not appreciate having to reign in his own husband from acting like some sort of wild mare!"

"You can't be honest mother! You were a well-known troublemaker when you met Father! How could you scold me for something you yourself have done liberally?!" His Mother's face became as red as her hair, his rage flaming and burning hot inside her he could see. For mere moments he regretted his accusing words. Only moments, his freedom was at stake, and that was worth more to him then honor or title.

"You will dignify yourself my son, or I will do so for you!"

"No! I will not be forced from my freedom of self, mother! I am like any man, any woman! I deserve to live my own life, not to bend myself for someone else's enjoyment!" He heard her snort indignantly, but he knew better than most, she was well and truly angry now.

"Oh! For the God's sakes Naruto! You will be married before the summer solstice or so help me this family will be yours no more!" The pain in his gut and mind was hard to ignore at that point, poignant as it was, it brought the unsatisfactory revelation that he knew she would say such a thing should he fight for his own honor on such a matter. His mother was traditional in this way, and he could only expect it, his tears were more from the painful understanding.

"Does Father agree with you?"

"He would if you knew of your petulance on the matter! Now you will listen to me and do as I say! No son of mine will destroy this family's honor by being some sort of rebellious little Xiǎozi (小子 , brat)! Or do you wish to bring dishonor to your Father?"

He hung his head, shame weighing heavily upon him. He couldn't do that to his father, he was too good a man.

He sighed to himself as the memory was painful, and truthful all at once.

"Now then! We're all done! Go on! Go on!" His mother smiled so brightly upon him that he staggered slightly, he knew he was unprepared to meet the matchmaker, he'd often ignored his mother when she went on about his impending marriage, unwilling to accept it as his future wholeheartedly. Now however with the day having arrived, and his mother's smiling face in front of him he was resigned to such a fate in his conscious, and it was of no comfort to him now.

Simple as brushing his hair, he turned down the path, and ran, his destiny stretching above and around him like an unwanted insect.

The other Omega's were all female, neat in a lineup, heads held high and proud representing their family's well, and with pride. He joined them, though his feet tried to drag themselves, he forced them into submission, accepting his fate in every way he could.

The building was compact as he could see, used only for one thing, and he was not prepared for that. Yet, with his place in line, he couldn't move away without attracting attention.

The doors opened wide, and his whole being slumped over mentally, even as his body straightened to show his good breeding. The woman looked upon them all, her gaze sweeping, intimidating, and judgemental. Resting his fate, his inevitable love life, in this woman's hands was something he was not prepared for. Something that made his soul twist and turn in a keen to prohibition.

He wasn't ready.