Sorry, sorry, sorry. For those who read Dead Man's Chest. Here is an awaited story. Damsel in this Dress is going to come out…within the year. I think. But I got another AU for all of you here.
Disclaimer- Don't own Naruto.
When her car sputtered nearly a mile away from Sunagakure, Hinata Hyuuga seriously considered staying where she was and just fry in the baking sun. She had 4,232 yen left in her pocket and a long stretch of road behind her leading to nowhere. She thought herself lucky to have a pitiful amount of money on her since her purse was stolen in one of the villages the night before. The bento was the last meal she had and figured the stray 5,000 yen was the last miracle she could expect.
Her job and home in Konohagakure were gone. She couldn't go back to the family who cruelly disowned her. She felt every reason to tossing her clothes into a suitcase and driving away.
Hinata just drove the car was pointing to, taking it as a sign, promising herself an adventure, carving her history into the world, an improved life. She always read about beautiful women in books taking their risks and accepting challenges. Hinata thought she could try, and try she will.
If she stayed, she would have fallen in line. Again. Done what she was told. Again. And spent her life haunted by dreams and regrets. But now, after a long week after sneaking out of her town in the middle of the night like a shinobi, she wondered whether she was destined for the ordinary, following the rules with her eyes cast down.
Sasuke would have given her a good life, a life she knew many women would slit her throat for. With him, she could have a lovely comfortable life, a house full of loyal staff, closets bursting with stylish wife-of-the-executive clothes, a summer place in Mizugakure. She would never be hungry, never do without. All it required was for her to do exactly what she was to do. It should have been easy, she's done it all her life. But it wasn't.
Hinata closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She couldn't understand why Sasuke wanted her so much. There was nothing special about her. She had a good mind and an average face. Her own father had described her just that way often enough. She didn't believe it was so much a physical attraction on Sasuke's side, though she suspected he liked the fact that she was a small woman with a curvaceous body. Easily dominated.
God, he frightened her.
She remembered how furious he was when she cut her long hair, snipping away until it was as short as a boy's. Only her side bangs framed the side of her face. Well, she liked it, she thought with a spurt of defiance. It was her hair damn it, she added pushing her fingers through choppily cut, midnight blue locks.
They weren't married yet, thank the Lord. He had no right what to tell her how to look, how to dress, how to behave. And now, if she could just hold on, he never would have that right. She should never have agreed to marry him in the first place. She'd just been so tired, afraid and confused. She gave him back the ring though, after she discovered about his manipulation for losing her job and then the apartment eviction she got in the same day. He wanted her to buckle, and she nearly obliged him.
The hell with it, she decided as she got out of her car. She left her luggage in the trunk and took her backpack with essentials. With a mile for her to hike. She was out of Sasuke's thumb and finally, at twenty-three, on her own.