Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything inside this story. All designs, characters, and such belong to their respectful owners, and are used purely for entertaining myself.

We are all walking time bombs, and everyone has a fuse.

(and we can be set off at any time, anywhere, due to anything.)

Sometimes, it's as something as simple as a lost sock, or an earing falling off. And when you are set off, nothing matters. Your mind snaps, and its constant chanting. Stopstopstop, runrunrun, nonono, or another phase of a similar nature. But if it's truly broken, not merely a fracture, you'll hear a chant of a more gruesome nature; killkillkill. If your mind is this decayed, it's unlikely you'll ever regain sanity.

For me, it was a color. It was a beautiful, almost sheer white. The color of tears and breaks, not the color of new beginnings. The color of things unforgiven, and of celestial dust. It clung to my body like a stain instead of a dress, confining me. Realistically, it was the tight bodice of the dress that was cutting off my air supply, but all I could think of was the color, and how wrongwrongwrong it was.

It was tight and sleeveless, clinging closely to my body until my hips, then puffed out with transparent, gauzy waterfalls. The small diamonds sparkled, and my lips shone with the lip-gloss that Ino had attacked me with. She had succeeded in framing my eyes with thin charcoal lines, darkening my pink eyelashes, and putting small amounts of gold eyeshadow upon my eyes. I felt like Barbie.

Hinata swept my hair up elegantly, covering one side of my face up with a swatch of pink hair, and left a small piece down on the other side. The rest was swept back into a French braid of sorts, with odd wings. With the final touch of a black comb with pink Sakura blossoms, I now looked, as well as felt like, Barbie.

But Gaara of the Sand was no Ken, and this was not going to be a Happily Ever After. It was a wedding, a wedding arranged in order to strengthen the alliance between Suna and Konoha. Politics, not love. Tolerance, not affection.

Tears and breaks, things unforgiven and dust instead of new beginnings.

So when a man with white hair and pointy teeth, and a girl with sleek hair on one side, and unruly hair on the other stepped through the window, I broke.

My mind said gogogo.

And I went.

I went to the one person I thought I had lost forever.

Everyone has a fuse, and theres always a spark, an ember of rebellion ready to light it.

When it does; the explosion is radical.

Songs:

Bittersweet- Within Temptation

Never Alone- Barlow Girls

References;

Dress: Davids Bridal, Monique Luo, Style CY516

Hair and Makeup: Will post later. I seem to have lost them.