Hyuuga Hinata.

That's my name and this is my tale.

My life, some would think be a gift, a miracle. But, as crazy as the thought seems, I only wish to be normal.

It's not easy, you know. Being me. It's a difficult job and for me to have gone as far as I have I'm even surprised as myself.

Ah, who would've though little, shy, stuttering Hinata would grow up to become the head of the Hyuuga clan, with the person who had once despised her most?

I certainly didn't perceive this as my future; then again I was too busy crushing on Naruto.

Uzumaki Naruto.

Hokage-sama now. We all saw it coming, though. I am happy that his efforts have paid off, he has his dream.

He is lucky. I was merely twisted by the elders till I was moulded into shape, their perfect model.

But, no-one can be perfect. The elders don't see that way though, I can see it in their eyes, they detest me and if it weren't for the man beside me right now I'd be out in the streets.

Hyuuga Neji.

Damn, I should've seen that one coming really, but I guess that what happens when you try to trap yourself in your fantasy world, where everything will be alright and there'll be peace and harmony.

I didn't think it'll be with him, though.

At first, the thought when my father called me in to say I going to marry my cousin, nearly had me dead on the spot. So many emotions going through my head at one point I was ready to heave right there and then.

What did the man see in his little world?

Still, after the little, incident the relationship between me and Neji that had collapsed so many years ago had started to rebuild itself again. It felt nice to be with him.

We were comfortable with each other, like friends, we treated one as such and often trained together. Father wouldn't train me, so I hadn't much option if I wanted to new Gentle Fist techniques.

Perhaps, I may have been growing a little too comfortable, and people around us caught on.

How my body betrays me, but there isn't anything I can do now.

Take what's given. Being me I don't get as much as you think.

My feelings, which took long to decipher but in the end, I knew what they meant, I tried my best to keep to myself. I had, of course just repaired that friendship; to break it again would break me into a million shards.

Not again. No. Please, not again.

I had realized I longed for him when he wasn't by my side, dreamed about him in my sleep, wherever and whenever, he was always beside me, physically or mentally.

I had grown to love him, and only in the short span of time of a few years.

When the wedding bells came on the day, I could feel my clammy hands sweating from nervousness. God only knows how Neji was like, perhaps an emotional wreck due to being arranged to marry your cousin, the weak fragile one? Mind you it was me or Hanabi, and he would need serious mental help if the latter happened.

Went by in a flash, can't remember much but I never expected him to be so, affectionate. To keep control of myself and not bomb-dive my new husband was becoming a frustrating task. I knew I couldn't keep them in for long.

Then it happened, on the honeymoon, all in a flash. I wasn't sure what was happening myself but next I know I'm stuck surrounded by lots of equipment.

The hospital.

Kids, a family, and was that Neji failing to hide a smile? Wow, if I had a camera and wasn't in agony I would've had good blackmail material.

But, in the end, I'm happy. I'm judging he's happy as well, the kids, as well. All one big family.