Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, only Kishimoto does. This is merely a fan made piece of literature.

Summary: NaruHina: When two different worlds collide, is it simply coincidence or is it fate?

"I was thinking the color scheme should be a nice pale orange-almost peach-and then gold accents. Do you think that's a good idea? Maybe we could get away with fake gold silverware set to match? Oh and when we go shopping for flowers, I pretty much know what I'm looking for. I think orange lilies are gorgeous; and with yellow roses and some white accent flowers to go in the arrangement it would be magnificent! Do you agree Hinata?"

My blood vessels pounded mournfully at her for mercy. This girl was nice enough but she had a high-pitched whine of a voice that made you want to strangle her. However, she was the client this time. I mentally scowled. Trisha's fiancé lounged in his chair across the desk, blissfully ignoring the situation…bastard probably had ear plugs or something…

"Miss Hyuuga?"

My head shot up to look in Trisha's face. She was a young, pretty girl with a lot of style, brains, and potential. Jared was lucky to have her. Her blue eyes glittered in expectance at me. "Yes, as usual you have a natural eye for these things. I have a few stores I'm much acquainted with that have exactly what you're looking for. Would you both like to join me?"

"Oh that would be wonderful…really. But Jared and I are so busy house hunting before the wedding in two months, we couldn't possibly. Besides, you're one of the best; I trust your judgment. You have my cell number if you have any personal questions for me."

I smiled brightly. "Of course, I understand. I'll leave after my lunch break alright? Thank you for coming to the appointment Trisha. Jared." I shook hands with both of them and they walked silently out of my office. Huffing in frustration, I took some Advil out of my pocket and popped two pills in my mouth. Stupid headache…now that it was quiet in the office I could relax a little. Out my window I could see the beautiful river that ran straight through Harrisburg, PA.

I heard the door creak open and my cousin Neji poked his head in. He smiled sheepishly. "I just wanted to remind you that you have a five o'clock appointment with Alice and…I think it was Nathan? Anyway, don't be late please!" As quickly as he came, he left. Before the door could creak shut though he flung it open. "Almost forgot Nata. Lunch is here."

I raised my brow and playfully grinned at him. "Out Neji. I'll be there in a moment."

With that he smiled at me and shut the door. I turned back to the window, the grin wiped from my face, and a solemn stare in its place. After ten years of being a wedding planner, I had yet to find someone to plan my own wedding. Dating was just not a part of this busy life; the few times it had been miserable failures with scary outcomes. Like Kiba. I had a restraining order put out on him last year over some…issues. At first coming to work had been so wonderful. I was making a difference in people's lives; I was making their big day the best it could possibly be. But now coming to work was on the verge of depressing. Watching all these happy couples walk in here was nauseating for me.

"Come on Nata! I'm starving!"

My lips twitched in a miniscule smile at my little sister. "Alright, alright! I'm coming Nabi!"


The chime of the bell sounded as I opened the door. "Oh, hey Michelle. I didn't know you worked on Mondays."

The short, pretty blonde behind the counter turned and smiled softly at me. "Yep. What can I do for you today Hinata?"

I briefly glimpsed around the shelves of merchandise. "Hmm…what do you have in tablecloths and silverware? You guys usually get shipments on Sundays. I also want to look at accents. Probably gold ribbon with an elegant trim to go around the napkins; also while I'm here I'll look at your champagne flutes." No time for idle chatter today: it was two o'clock. If I wanted to efficiently peruse and purchase the color scheme here and browse at the floral shop before my next client, I'd have to focus.

"Right away Ma'am, the tablecloths are over on this rack."

And so another wedding began.


I flipped through my handy magazines on my desk vaguely paying attention to the floral arrangements for Anthony's Finest Floral. My purchases sat in the corner. A gorgeous peach tablecloth with napkins to match sat in a bag. Gold ribbon with a simple gold braided design on the rims; simple but classic. And surprisingly I did manage to find the gold plates and silverware set Trisha was thinking of. She would be very happy about that. The champagne flutes I was sure she would be more than satisfied with; fine crystal with simple gold trim. I sure hoped her father was rich with all her fantastic ideas.

Alice and Nathan were a little cheaper…not to mention more involved. I would go out with them tomorrow for their jade and pastel green scheme they were thinking of.

A knock sounded at the door. Hanabi came in with a fresh cup of coffee. She didn't smile. She didn't patronize me as Neji would. She was my sister, my best friend. And she saw right through me every single time. "I know it's no use telling you to go home, no matter how dark those bags under your eyes are. So instead I come with the peace offering of coffee: cinnabun flavored mind you. Not only will it keep you awake to finish your work faster, but I am hopeful that you will talk to me."

Oh damn. The smell of the delicious coffee had my mouth watering and my brain screaming for the caffeine boost. "Alright then, take a seat Nabi. But you already know what's wrong don't you?" I took a sip and waited for her stoic form on my desk to reply.

"You're worried about your love life going downhill and that you'll never find true happiness correct?" her lips scowled slightly in the glow of my single lamp.

"Umm…"

"Nata, when did this job become so unfulfilling? Isn't making other people happy what matters to you? Maybe you just need a break to reassess yourself. Or maybe you should look into a different occupation."

"But I-"

"Sister, you're thirty-two years old. You've been running this business ever since you started it ten years ago. Now you tell me honestly, when was the last time you took a vacation?"

I stared pointedly at her. "Never, and I can honestly tell you that I don't plan to. Too many people depend on me Hanabi." Even if they were lucky sons of bitches…

She sat quietly for a moment. Then a devilish smirk crossed her face. "Well, that's just too bad isn't it?"

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I hesitantly asked, "What on earth do you mean Nabi?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all Nata. Finish your coffee and get back to work." She hopped off my desk and nearly twirled away. Her hand caught the door jam. "Hinata…" Her black hair swayed as she ducked back in the room, "You know I love you. I get really worried when you stay locked up in your office all day and night." With that remark, she was gone.

Her comment caught me off guard a little. I stared at the magazine again, not really seeing and thought over what she said. Then I brushed it off and flipped the page over to the customizing part. Perfect. As my eyes scanned the list of flowers available for customization, I found exactly what I was looking for. I'd have to call Trisha in the morning. I downed the rest of my coffee, grabbed my briefcase full of paperwork from more clients, and my keys.

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~Hyuugas Pale Rose