Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Notes: This was a request for NotaPunk. I hope everyone enjoys it since this the first time I've written this pairing.

Expectations

He was Gaara's right hand. It took care of unimportant matters and helped him with the extra important ones. He had been Gaara's sensei and had taught him as much as he could.

Maybe that was why Gaara had tried to help him.

Covering it up by using the old 'Cement Peace Treaty with Marriage" trick but Baki knew.

She was the eldest daughter of the Hyuuga, pretty, gentle, kind and thoughtful and unwanted by her family.

She had wanted to get away as fast as she could and had agreed to marry him.

Her soft shy fearful eyes looked into his dark almost black ones.

What was she expecting from him?

Her waist length hair tied back in a low ponytail swayed gently.

Was she hoping to find a fairytale with him? The girl marries an unknown guy and they fall madly in love, was that what she was hoping?

His baggy black shirt and faded jeans made him look younger than his real age, his sand protector lying on the coffee table leaving his face exposed.

She nibbled at her lips and nervously tugged at her loose fitting pale blue T-shirt. Her black skirt was long and almost touched the floor, she didn't dress like the girls her age.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, his rough voice caused her to flinch he didn't bother to care, he wanted to know. "Why did you agree to marry me?"

"I-I," her pale eyes darted around the room that had barely anything in it, just a coffee table and couch. "I wanted t-to get away."

His eyes narrowed, "So you're using me to run away? You're an idiot." He went to get up, "This isn't happening, go home little girl."

Her eyes widen and she grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, "NO! I-I'm not using you at all. I… I just couldn't stay there anymore." Her eyes lowered to the ground.

Baki looked at her and jerked his sleeve away from her, he was almost out the door when he heard, "B-besides, I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty-three."

Closing the door to his living room Baki walked away.

The next morning he returned.

Hinata had fallen asleep on the old ash coloured couch. He slammed the door and watched as she jerked awake.

Hair was sticking out from her ponytail, her eyes were glassy and she had little bags under her eyes.

"I'll marry you." He said tilting his head to the left slightly hoping to intimidate her. "But first I have something to say."

He sat down on the coffee table and ran a hand through his short black hair.

"You should expect me to wake you with kisses. To help you cook or clean. I won't be lovey dovey with you. I won't put up with you crying all night." He looked her right in the eyes. She didn't moved, all like she had known it was coming.

After a minute Hinata spoke, "I don't expect any of those things. I also don't expect you to be home every night or tell me where you're going. I don't expect you to hold my hand or even to acknowledge me."

They stared at each other and Baki had to admit, only to himself, that she had been right. She was not a little girl.

"So, we're both entering this marriage with no expectations?" he asked her wanting to be clear.

"Yes, I guess we are," her brightened and she seemed more relaxed.

It wasn't a happy ever after, it was peaceful and that was all that mattered.

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Done. It's short I'm sorry but I've got to go Christmas shopping in a few seconds :D

I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and New Year.

Jessica