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Chapter 1

Sakura

Being a Hyuuga failure is like forgetting to put on pants to your first day at school. First of all, you get stared at. Secondly, you lose all self-esteem. Thirdly, there is no recovery. For the rest of your life you will be the girl who forgot her pants. That's just how life goes. It isn't fair, and it certainly is not just. If life was just, Hinata would be the prodigy, rather than her sister Hanabi. Comparing the two, it was hard to tell they were sisters. Hinata was a shy, soft-spoken girl. Her beautiful, pale face was constantly covered with a conservative blush and her lavender eyes were always studying the ground. She was a strikingly beautiful girl. Very, very different from her sister. Hanabi was loud and demanding. She was a careless girl who was very rough. She had long, brown hair that was coarse and her tan skin was calloused and scarred from her constant training. She wasn't pretty from what I could tell, but I had only ever seen her angry. She was only ever angry around me. In fact, the only time I had seen Hanabi truly happy was when Hinata was cruelly dismissed by her father in favor of the loud, rough girl. No doubt would she be happy when Hinata was married off. I closed my eyes, shaking such thoughts from my head. Lady Hinata was troubled enough without adding my own doubts to the mix.
"Sakura-chan, please be careful." Hinata said. I turned to see her worried face, staring up at me in sincere concern.
"Lady Hinata!" Ino scolded, her eyebrows furrowing. "Don't move while I do your hair! Your engagement is today, and if you don't look perfect he might not accept you!" I sighed, shaking my head as I turned back to finishing the last touches on Hinata's yukata. Ino was right, today was Hinata's engagement day. She was to be wedded to a Uchiha, of all people. Her father had decided that he wanted bonds with the Uchihas, and he had used his older daughter to get them. I had heard stories of the shockingly attractive Uchiha sons, Itachi and Sasuke. Itachi was a gentle soul, a powerful warrior and an intelligent leader. He had long since been engaged and married off, however. That left Sasuke, who I had heard had a foul temper and didn't talk much. I furrowed my brows, worrying silently about Hinata. She had always gone out of her way to be kind to me, a mere house servant. I didn't want her to be unhappy. I just thanked my lucky stars that she had chosen to bring Ino and I with her as her house servants, choosing us over all the others. She didn't look at us as inferior, she looked at us as valuable friends. That was why Hinata was so precious to me, and I felt the need to protect her. I had to protect her, for she had always been nothing but kind and gentle to Ino and I.

Naruto

Sasuke-teme was a jerk. He was worried about the oncoming wedding, and he showed this by ordering me around like crazy. He had never handled stress well, and an arranged marriage had given him an overload of it. Especially when Itachi, his older brother, came back with his wife and kid. Itachi had been nothing but nice, per usual, and had tried to give Sasuke advice. Sasuke had been too busy flipping out to listen. Eventually, Itachi had given up, telling me to send Sasuke over when he had calmed down. That is, if he would ever calm down.
"Sasuke, please. Just put on the yu-"
"Hn." He snapped, interrupting me mid-sentence. I shook my head, putting the yukata on him. He was too stubborn and snarky for his own good.
"Itachi still wants to talk to you." I coaxed, praying that Sasuke would give me some peace. Sasuke simply sighed, standing up.
"Alright." He said before walking out of the room, heading off down the hall. I sighed, smiling in relief. Finally, some peace and quiet...My thoughts were quickly interrupted.
"Come on, Naruto. What are you dwindling around for?" I groaned inwardly as I stalked down the hall after my irritating master. Why did I have to listen to Itachi's advice? It wasn't like I was getting married! Sasuke and I opened Itachi's door to hear laughter. We saw Itachi sitting on the opposite side of the room of his (very pregnant) wife, holding out his arms. The little boy walked over unsteadily, his legs slightly shaking and his eyes filling with tears.
"Daddy!" He cried, his tiny arms outstretched.
"Just a little further Daichi!" Itachi exclaimed, smiling at the upset little boy. At that moment, Daichi's legs suddenly fell out from under him. Itachi lunged forward, snatching up the tiny boy. Daichi wrapped his arms immediately around his father's neck. He stayed silent as his father stood up. He rubbed his small head, ruffling his dark hair.
"You're gonna have to learn to walk sooner or later." Itachi said, beaming at him. Daichi clung to Itachi, his little hands curled in fists on his shirt.
"Later, daddy." Daichi said, frowning. Itachi's wife giggled from the other end of the room. She opened her mouth to say something, but Sasuke cleared his throat. Itachi turned to look at him. He smiled warmly at Sasuke's cold, indifferent face.
"Come to hear my advice, little brother?" Itachi said, his smile teasing.
"I assumed you had something helpful to say." Sasuke snarled. "If not, I have preparations to make." Itachi laughed shaking his head as he sat down, placing his son on his knee. He bounced the little boy on his knee, causing him to squeal in joy.
"First off, you are gonna need an attitude adjustment." Itachi said, smiling knowingly at Sasuke. "If you act like that no woman will have anything to do with you." Sasuke scowled, his expression turning hateful.
"Save it, Itachi." Sasuke said, turning to leave. "My attitude is fine."
"You're right. It's your maturity." Itachi said as Sasuke turned, storming back to his own room. I sighed, following him distantly. Moody, moody, moody.