Ok, so a fanfic I had an idea for. The rest I was put up to write. This is the first chapter, and I will try and get the other chapters up soon.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing.
The young bride stared at herself in the mirror. A childish face, wreathed in the white of a wedding gown. She was not ready; Gods, she was simply not ready! Anguished, dark eyes, much unlike her own. Far too old for the face in which they were set. Let not anyone get her wrong, she looked beautiful indeed. Like a china doll, cold and composed. And from now on, that was what she should be. She had failed her father at her training; he had taken quite heavily to Neji, discarding his daughter like trash. And she was – she must remind herself that now she was a woman housewife. She would live at home; cook, keep the house in some order. And bear her husband's children. Her husband was a nameless man with no face. He was simply there in her mind, dressed in a suit of sorts, and yet with no face. She knew he was of the Hyuuga line. A cousin to her, her father had told her, minutes after she'd been given the information that by the next month, she'd be a married woman.
So many regrets. She moved herself delicately to the window, dress swinging heavily from her hips, dragging on the floor behind her. She had never told Naruto she loved him. Or had once loved him. She would now be expected to dedicate herself entirely to her husband. This meant no room for foolish childish daydreams that had swung out of hand, causing her to lose consciousness every few seconds. This brought a slight smile to the heiress's lips.
"It is good to see you smiling again." The door was opened, and Tenten padded slowly in. She was enrobed in a sheer silver dress that pooled at her feet delicately. Her usual hairstyle; shoved roughly into two buns had been redone elegantly, a slight twist that folded over itself at the nape of the neck. The result was that her best friend looked simply stunning.
"There is not much to smile for, these days." The young bride took herself quickly forwards, just as Tenten's arms opened and she was welcomed into a warm embrace. The heiress was a mixture of emotions, yet none of them could be allowed to show. She detached herself from her former comrade, smiling wanly. Then, steeling herself inside, she turned to face the door, and her new life. "Let's get this over with."
"Spoken with the determination and grace of a true kunoichi." Tenten bent to grip her dress, and Hinata caught sight of a light bruise on her upper forearm. How she envied her now. Wished that she could've been a true kunoichi indeed. Wished that her father had not given up hope and decided to marry her off to a distant relative. The doors opened slowly, just as a marching tune kicked in several beats two late. The bride carried herself well, head lifted, eyes turned demurely down. Or was it just so none would see the tears?
A/N: For you, Sak ;3