Prologue: For your people
"We will all miss you terribly, Hinata. You know we all love you." Hanabi said, hugging her sister tightly.
She simply nodded in reply, afraid her voice would betray her with a crack. She must be strong, for her village, for her family, for the ones she loves. Her father embraced her tightly, not saying a word. He was happy that she would leave. Happy that the last memory of his wife was walking away and he could finally forget her.
That was all. That was the last time she would see her family, and although she was sad, she said nothing. They would be fine without her, and now that Konoha had gained the courage to send her and two other girls to the prince, it would most likely gain the protection every village in their kingdom longed for. The protection from the horrid kings armies. This king is said to retire soon, and the prince will take his place. Every village hopes he will fall for one of the girls they send and protect the village that his wife originated from. Although there was no promise of this, there were still the small dreams of the villagers.
"Remember Hinata," Her father started, "You are doing this for us," He paused, "For your people." And he finished. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, trying to push the small anger that phrase had pushed into her head out. Her people? No. They were not her people, they were the king's people, and they were the prince's people, not her people, not her responsibility.
She stopped there.
They were not her responsibility, but they were now sitting in her hands, and she had no choice but to help them. No matter what they were making her wear. No matter what they were making her do. She was no longer a member of their family. She was merely a concubine for the prince; His servant to do with what he pleased. Yet she was entirely sure her worries were a mute point, for he would find no interest in her anyway. She was not skinny like the other girls. She was not beautiful like the other girls. She was different, and she was sure that was the last thing the prince would want. So she left, feeling the tears behind her eyes, tears of both anger and sorrow. She didn't let them brim over until she was past the gate and heading toward a carriage that was only a few yards past the borders.
She climbed into the carriage solemnly, dressed in something that could be compared to a bedlah or baladi, and was off to an unfamiliar place, with two unfamiliar people, and heading towards a very unfamiliar person.
Yet, what she didn't know was that she would steal more of this prince's interest than she had hoped, and gain many unwanted enemies that had once been her friends, and meet friends that had once been her enemies, and her life will take an much more drastic course than she had planned.
Disclaimer: I own no Naruto… if I did, it would be surrounded around team eight and Hinata would be kidnapped by Deidara :
AN: if you don't know what a Bedlah or Baladi is you can type it into Google images. Its usually worn by belly dancers, so if you still don't get it after that, you can type in 'belly dancer attire'… that's what I imagine the concubines are going to wear…
Pllleeeaaasseeee review! Cause if no ones reading, I'll have no reason to continue this and I relee like this idea, so if you like it to… REVIEW! Thnk ya!
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Ps. Can't promise a quick update… sorry -.-' I've got two other stories that are deihina that I'm still working on, but I releee wanted to get this one started. Sasuke should come into the next chapter… (if you havn't guessed, he's the prince :)