AN:So at first this just started off as a challenge from a friend, but that eventually changed into me actually loving this couple. Anyways, I've read a few stories of the two (not necessarily together since sadly not enough people love this couple), and thought it'll be cool if I don't do the usual, so Hitsugaya is alive in this…

Isamu by the way means "Bravery" and if you have not noticed, I made him Hitsugaya's relative, so I might be calling him Toushiro a bit more often then most.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Bleach or even its characters, though I wished I did.

Dressing up was not something the Hyuuga heiress found enjoyable. It wasn't the act itself she disliked, but rather the implications. She was a Hyuuga, and therefore a warrior, so dressing up was unheard of unless it was meant to show off one's wealth and status. Hyuugas were known worldwide so showing off their status was unnecessary, unless in the presence of a superior they were trying to impress. Nobility as high as Hyuugas had few superiors, except of course for royalty.

She was of course in the know of exactly who Isamu Hitsugaya was, but she never would've expected to see him here in her family's compound. The prince from the Ice country was well known and loved throughout the nations, and it was said that all his subjects revered him. Yet his endless list of good deeds made her no less anxious of leaving the safety of her room to greet him. Not when he was here looking for a bride, and she was a candidate.

"You'll be fine," Haranu reassured as she finished wrapping her cousin's hair into a perfect bun. Silver beads were weaved in and looked like stars in her midnight blue hair. Much to her dismay, her bangs had been pulled back, revealing the perfect face of the beautiful maiden. "I'm sure Isamu-sama will love you upon sight."

Hinata nodded as she stood up timidly and cautiously, afraid of possibly ripping the gorgeous lavender kimono Sakura had given her. She loved it for the pink flowers that shared the same name as her friend, reminding her so dearly of her. The sash was gold and was pulled tight so that it may better reveal her curves. She knew what Haranu said could be true for she looked incredibly stunning tonight; however that was what she feared.

If Isamu were to choose her for his wife, she would be expected to pack her things and leave for Aurora where she would live as the princess of the Ice country. To most of the girls who lived in Konoha, this would be a dream come true, but for Hinata, it meant the end of everything. Her whole life she had spent trying to reach the expectations of her family and village, and only recently has she been recognized. To suddenly be taken away from this life of love and happiness would truly and honestly be hell.

She entered the dinning hall, and all eyes focused on her. Her painted pink lips were parted slightly, just like how she was taught was "proper", and she walked each step as though she were dancing, despite the uncomfortable sandals. A natural blush tainted her cheeks, but looked intentional, which only made the Hyuuga heiress look even more beautiful. Had this been any other day for any other occasion, she may have enjoyed this, for she truly felt like a princess, one of the most beautiful kinds. If Naruto could only see her now…

"Lord Isamu is this way," Hanabi said as she walked up to the cousins. She too wore more regal clothing than the rest of the family; however the green curse mark was clearly placed on her forehead. It almost hurt Hinata to look at her sister now that she had been labelled a "slave", but it hurt her to look at all who had…which was everyone but herself, her father and the Elders.

She followed the younger girl gracefully, knowing that who she would meet would be one of the most powerful men in the world. The very thought would've made her faint had he come less than a year ago, but Neji, Shino and Kiba had purposefully worked on her self esteem when they learned she had become a candidate for the prince. She hoped one could stay by her and hold her hand, if only for reassurance.

Almost like an answer to her prayers, she found the young prince not with her father, but rather her beloved cousin. His clothing was second only to her own, surpassing even the young Hanabi, and his hair was pulled back in a tail for the first time in awhile. He too had the green mark on his forehead, but it no longer meant anything. Being the favourite member and unofficial leader of the clan, the Elders knew to use the curse against him would cause a mutiny; more blood would be shed than even the Uchiha massacre.

"Ah, you must Hinata," the honey sweet voice of the twenty-three year old man announced and the girl turned her focus onto the man. A smile covered his face, his long white hair kept back in a tail. His skin was well tanned, unlike the ivory complexion of his could-be wife, and contrasted nicely against the white kimono he wore. The designs were also lightly coloured and hard to see, but complex and rich nonetheless. He was able to show off his wealth in even the most subtle ways.

"My Lord," she bowed in return, trying to keep herself from blushing any more than she already was. Neji noticed her discomfort and came to her side inconspicuously and held out his arm so that she may lean on him. The prince took no notice.

"Please, just call me Isamu," he smiled as he opened his eyes for the first time. A deep violet they were and so unbelievably beautiful, she wondered just how many women he had swarming over him. So may have as well, had she not seen a glint of hatred behind them.

It was so small, so well hidden, she knew no one would've noticed, not even the all seeing eyes of her cousin. Yet, being someone was grew up only knowing how to watch, and witnessing even the strongest men tear themselves apart, she distinguished it instantly; and she didn't like it. Her fear of being chosen soon turned into a fear of the man himself, as she could see his desire to corrupt and destroy her in the most horrible way. It was only a split second, but she saw it all, and she feared it.

"Would you excuse us?" Neji called suddenly, noticing the shallower breaths and increased grip of his cousin. "I would like to speak with Hinata. I'll return her to you in a minute, Isamu."

Isamu watched as the cousins walked away, arms locked together, their entourage following closely behind. A smile crept to his lips once more, despite his best efforts to suppress it. He could tell she had seen right through him, right to his very core, just as he had seen through her and watched as her fear invaded her. It pleased him.

Interesting, he thought as he watched her look at him from the corner of her eyes. She was someone Toushiro would get along with quite well, and who was he to choose someone his cute nephew wouldn't like?

Besides, wasn't being able to see the true colours of someone said to be a sure sign of love?

AN: Okay, um, Hitsugaya didn't come in this one, but he will next time I promise. Please tell me how it is, criticism always leads to improvement.