Eyes bluer than the sky or any body of water fluttered awake, followed by a groan of annoyance, and unfamiliarity. A single tiny childish hand went to rub at the mop of golden-blond mane the owner dared to call hair. Only, something was slightly off with the the owner as the supposed child went about trying to scratch their hair. Two twin pony-tails could be found neatly done on the individual. With a shocking start, said individual sat up abruptly, eyes widened with fear.

"What the hell?" The scratchy youngster's voice came out quickly, but extremely high in pitch. Much higher than he remembered his voice being able to go. If that wasn't enough of a shocker, the child with vulgar language quickly came to find that they did not know this place they were at. The bed was large, too large even. It was big enough to fill up a small room, and the room was extremely large as well. It was large enough to likely let a group of thirty people live comfortably. A quick glace around the room yielded some blood chilling results.

The room was pink. Yes, pink. As far as the eye could see, there was pink walls with white frills everywhere. There were stuffed plushies everywhere, on shelves, on the floor, littered all over the bed. If the child didn't know any better, the bed was made out of plushies. The individual really didn't have much room to move around as they were nestled deeply between a comfortable actually cute Fox plush and a large bunny plush two the size of the kid's body. Off the bed, there were quite a couple of toys, tea pots, shoes, clothes, and even some half eaten ramen on the table.

The little ankle biter spotted a huge mirror on the wall, it was impossible to miss since it was half the mass of the bed. Begrudgingly, to find out the current situation the brat climb from the bed to get to the mirror on the other side of the wall. A feat that took well over thirty seconds with both the plushies and the sheer size of the bed. At one point, the child had even gotten lost in the ocean of plushies and needed to come up for air to spot where they were going. Finally reaching the other side, the little one lunged out the pile of plushies for dear life, but to their immense shame, had taken the Fox plush with them.

It was cute!

Eyes fixating on the mirror before them, the figure was finally able to see themselves. At first glance, everything seemed to be perfectly fine. The "child" appeared to be Uzumaki Naruto, Jinchūriki of Kyūbi no Yōko Kurama, Shinobi of Konohagakure no Sato, Savior of the Ninja World, owner of the chakra from the Sage of Six Paths and many other titles. However, that was a mere first sparing glance. He kept his immensely blue eyes, but to say he was shorter would be an understatement. He was immensely shorter, roughly appearing to be around to age from seven to nine. He was unable to tell, due to the fact as a child he'd always been especially small. However, even he could note how gender neutral he appeared as a child. His face had still had the whisker birthmarks etched upon them, but what was different was the childish chubby cheeks. He wouldn't be able to tell apart his gender if it wasn't for his wild unruly hair.

...The same unruly hair that was done in two twin pig tails. Running a shaking, unbelieving digit through his hair he couldn't believe just how unbelievably soft it was. It was like silk, with no knots and cascading like a river of gold down his face besides the two bangs that reminded him all too eerily of his late father. Denying what he was seeing in front of him, he put his quivering tiny hand on the mirror in front of him. A surge of terror filled him, and his breath hitched as the mirror preformed the same exact action as he did. He inhaled deeply.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

He would not feel bad for screaming like a little girl if he currently was one.

Immediately as the screaming even began, the door bursts open, the door knocked clean off it's hinges as several ninjas appeared in the room faster than any human had to right of going. The black clad, masked shinobi soldiers surrounded Naruto in a protective manner before he could say anything, but only because they didn't have hostile intentions and he was having a total melt down at the time.

Otherwise he'd have totally kicked their asses.

"Prince- Er, Future Empress Uzumaki! What has happened?" Though the single Shinobi that remained sounded extremely familiar, Naruto was more worried about what was going on. The rest of the room was being turned upside down by the shinobi, leaving no single spot untouched as they religiously began scanning the it for any intruders, completely unaware that Naruto himself was the intruder. Though a slip up, Naruto noted that the title given to him couldn't have been a mistake. Besides Karin, he was the last Uzumaki in the world left. Secondly, that title was far far too prestigious for the Elemental Nations. Emperor, or Empress. Both would imply that he was waiting in line for the Emperor to step down, or die. There were no emperors, that's what the Daimyos were for. An emperor implied complete and utter control of everything. They said "jump", the whole nation said "how high?". But seeing as the Daimyos would be gone, there would no longer be a Hokage either. And that would imply all the nations were now one, meaning whoever was the emperor would rule over the whole world. That was the reason the emperor title was heavily frowned upon, and feared. Who could have such power besides himself and Sasuke to bring the Ninja World to it's knees in a world where breathing fire was as normal as blinking?

Being only a single week away from his election as the Seventh Hokage of Konoha, Naruto wasn't really pleased with his current situation. With no idea on what exactly was going on, or how to go about things he'd need to play the role given to him at least for now. But that's difficult to do when he didn't know what the girl in his place would act like. He had opened his mouth, prepared to give the crappiest excuse his imaginative mind could conjure when suddenly a flash in the room occured- blinding everyone. Not just any flash.

A yellow flash.

"What seems to be the problem?" A cheerful, yet another familiar voice rang through out his ears, feeling like honey after eating a lemon alone. Naruto perked up, turning his head to the door way, where a man with golden blonde hair, bangs, a jounin attire, completed with a white and red cloak that was parted, allowing Naruto to see the vest. Painted red fire cascaded upward on the cloaks in a bad ass design, in Naruto's awesome opinion.

"Minato-sensei!" The former voice said, removing his mask to reveal none other than his teacher Kakashi no Sharingan, the lower mask on his face and all. He seemed to still have Obito's gift, as he had his headband removed and he couldn't see a Sharingan present. "We have the situation completely under control here." He paused, taking a look around the room to see everything back in it's original place before the ninja swarm had turned it upside down. "I think. My men do good clean up work." He sounded impressed, and his Dad smirked at his words.

"Dad? Kakashi-sensei? What are you both doing here?" Naruto expressed his bewildered state to the two, who in turn both look confused back at him.

"Well, it's Kakashi's job to protect you as both your older brother and your personal guard, but you know this of course. It's also my job to protect my little Princess as your father." He teased, taking Naruto off guard as he snatched his small figure into his arms. He pressed his cheek against Naruto's and began to furious rub their faces together. "KAKASHI! Look at my cute little Princess Naru!" Comical tears rolled down Minato fucking Namikaze's face. An act that seriously made Naruto blush in embarrassment at seeing his Dad act so... Guy and Lee-ish. "What's the matter Princess? Who upset you? I'll throw them in the dungeon for life quicker than they can say avocados!" Naruto began to sweat as he realized that his Dad wasn't joking. What exactly was going on here? "Did you scream to get my attention?" He frowned, attempting to be stern. "All you have to do is ask! I know Daddy has been working a little late lately... But it's a very important week for Daddy, he'll make it up to you the week after and then some!"

"B-But Dad, I thought you were dead! I saw you go to the afterlife after the war!" Naruto blinked rapidly, he needed to gather his wits together. Nothing was making sense right now. Minato actually paused in his nuzzling to her cheek, pulling his face away to look at her in confusion. That confusion instantly turned to suspicion, to which he shut his eyes for some reason.

...

After a few seconds Minato opened his eyes, his suspicion shifting to pity. Naruto instantly hated that look given to him. He gave his Dad his signature "I'm upset" scowl. Minato looked stricken by his words something fierce, as he used the hand not holding up Naruto by his bottom to grip at his heart. "...Hnggggh. Kakashi! Look at her pout! She's so adorable!" Oh. "You had a nightmare didn't you, Naruto? Don't worry, Daddy is here! He's not going anywhere! KAKASHI!" Naruto and Kakashi both jumped, startled by the change in attitude from the older blonde. "Oops, sorry. Anyway, Kakashi. Get her some ice cream, and some cake. And whatever else food she wants. Since nothing is wrong, I have to get back to work." He sat the confused Naruto back on the floor. "I'll see you two around." Naruto was very hesitant to let his insanely overbearing father go for the fear he'd vanish again. Something that Minato seemed to notice before he let, prompting Naruto to remember that he was like an open book. Kakashi laid his hand on Naruto's head in pity.

'Damnit!' He tried to smooth over the look of hesitation and fear with a wide grin, which seemed to surprise his Dad before he switched to a frown. It instantly switched to a cheeky grin.

"Well, once you're done you can join Daddy while we're talking to boring politicians!" Naruto was both dreading and excited respectively that he'd be able to spend more time with his father even in all this strangeness. Excited that he'd be able to spend more time with his Dad, dreading that he'd have to spend that time listen to boring ol' politics. "Hmm, actually. It's pretty early morning," Minato noted, looking at the strange digital watch on his wrist. "No ice cream, sorry honey. But instead, you'll get to get any other breakfast food!" He said cheerfully. "We got a long day a head of us! Don't be late! Or do!" He waved, leaving out the door. But right before he'd turned, he seemed to remember something. "Oh, and Naruto? Try not to fall asleep in other places than your bed." The man gave a wry grin, pointing at the ramen bowl by the mirror that Naruto had climbed to when he'd woken up. He began waving, then departed for good this time. "Bye!" Kakashi seemed to be almost examining Naruto as he waved back, still having his hand on Naruto's head. He pat Naruto, and then began walking out the room.

"Men, with me. Naruto, I'll be sending a maid to come bring you to the cafe for something to eat." The previous cyclops gave a kind smile underneath his lower face make, also giving his signature eye smile before departing as well in a swirl of leaves. The black clad masked ninjas did the same, leaving Naruto's room covered with leaves.

"I'm not cleaning that up." He grumped. He then paused. "Wait, what the hell is his job?"