A/N: I do not own Naruto in any form or shape. The only thing I own is the plot.
Clink, clink.
At the Hyuuga house, a celebration banquet has just finished. The candles are lit, throwing light on the false finery. A delicate rustle of kimonos whispers through the air as the teacups are set down and the ladies remove themselves to another room. They bow to the men, a multitude of smiles and empty eyes.
The Hyuuga heiress moves with the other "ladies" as they enter a separate seating room. She outwardly is as calm and butter-mouthed as rest of them as they once more pick up tea cups. Redundant, She thinks. Why move rooms to do the same thing?
Oh, yes, she remembers. They move because it is proper. She thinks the last word with all the bitterness of her station. The talk resumes and they go back to "complimenting" each others hair. Making the motions of a compliment, she thinks, but truly, it is an insult. She turns her head to the window to watch the peony glisten with evening rain in the moonshine. From a moon, she decides that look just like my chains. Her eyes… How she longs to be free, but-
"Hanabi-chan," One of the women puts an delicate, perfectly manicured hand on her kimono clad forearm. "Congratulations on becoming the heir." She smiles bitterly in return, think of the stone in the distance marked with her sister's name.
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