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Synopsis: At the turn of 17, they were forced to marry (What in heaven's name would bring them together without it anyways?) in the sake of creating peace between their clans and also to produce an heir in order to save the Uchiha bloodline limit. There was peace, but there was no heir, there was a bond, but there was no love. He hated her, and she longed for him to stop abusing her. Who but a certain Inuzuka to save the last of her sanity? (Sasuke x Hinata x Kiba) (OOC)
I haven't slept at all in days
It's been so long since we've talked
And I have been here many times
I just don't know what I'm doing wrong
What can I do to make you love me?
What can I do to make you care?
What can I say to make you feel this?
What can I do to get you there?
There's only so much I can take
And I just gotta let it go
And who knows I might feel better
If I don't try and I don't hope
What can I do to make you love me?
What can I do to make you care?
What can I say to make you feel this?
What can I do to get you there?
The raven-haired Hyuuga once again glanced to her mirror the reflection of an empty bed with one side of it looking like it had been slept on and the other perfectly neat as she had remembered yesterday. He didn't come home, as usual. She sighed like she'd sighed any other mornings, she closed her eyes and tried to suck up her real opinion on her marriage. It was none other than a counterfeited lie to create a certain peace between their clans, it was a duty, not a call. She glanced at the little white cup filled with her own urine seated in a little table next to the varnity with a stick dipped to it. How long was the wait? It gets longer every week, she thought to herself.
The Hyuuga heir tried to distract herself by grooming herself once more, she picked up a brush and tried to neaten her luminious silky raven hair that was now longer than before. She looked at herself in the mirror, what is it that made her so unhappy? Is it being forced to marry to someone she barely knew, much less enjoy being around with? Is it because her husband rarely comes home and always gives the reason of important missions? Is it the fact that she couldn't give him an heir even how much she tried? Is it obvious that there was no passion or even a single feeling involved in her marriage? Or is it because their clans were in peace of her ultimate sacrifice?
She wanted to cry, but she'd done enough to continue on. She barely sees him, much less tries to get him to pay attention to her. He comes every now and then, giving the reason of S-class missions he had to deal and that he had no time for single get togethers. She couldn't complain, no, she wouldn't, just like when she was young, she could never argue, it was not her nature. She knew he was never happy, but at least at the start of their marriage they were talking, and he made her smile occasionally. Finally, they decided it was time for an heir to come along, first month turned to the 6th month and then it turned to the first year, still no heir. He's getting colder and is claiming to get more busier, the first year suddenly ends up to now, he doesn't care and practically detest her for being sufficiently unable and is abusing her constantly.
Even how much she hated her marriage, no one could see how unhappy they are. How good of an actor is he to try to make everything seems like it's a dream arrangement. Once she was in love, but she had to give it all up for this. She was weak, the voices of her father and her cousin begun to ring around her neck tightening her breath even more. Her attention quickly grasped to the little white cup and knew it was time to check the test. With one gasp, she picked it up and turned it around...this is it, she hoped for everything, this little test is going to change everything, this is the only thing that would save their marriage, at least...when it's...negative? She slumped to the wooden floors and dropped the stick in confusion, why? Why is she so unable?
She leaned to the wooden floors, her pressure and everything else is surrounding her, cocooning her in a big ball of misery and agony. She wants something to be done, but she can't fight for it because she didn't know how. The only reason why he makes love to her is too increase chances anyways so there's no passion in that, and the only reason why he comes home is too not make people curious, but even if he doesn't he tries to keep it on the low. He was doing great in creating a bridge between them and at the same time showing to people like everything's perfect, but she wasn't going anywhere, she was the victim here, but no one knows. Her tear glands built up, the white kimono lined with light blue she was just wearing is the only thing that could warmth her from the cold autumn wind blowing from the slightly opened door.
Her emotions must've defied her from the outer world for a few that she didn't notice when a presence was standing before her, bent down and picked up the stick near her and took one look, "Negative" the presence gritted in a low tone, "...surprise, surprise" he humored coldly.
Hinata looked up to the presence and founded her husband squatting over near her with a low smirk and a half-pout holding the test stick in his right hand and suddenly let it go that it falls with a gentle thud and quickly stood up stepping over her body and leaned against the frame of the door that she was turning her back too.
Finally the message that her husband was home sunked in and made Hinata stood up quickly and face his back, "Where were you?" She accused, her arms wrapped around her body, tightening the loose kimono.
"Mission" He answered under his breath without paying attention to her.
"Really? For the 9th time in two weeks?" Hinata threw a mean look to his back and sulked, "Don't humor me"
Sasuke turned around at the rate, and eyed her viciously, "What do you want me to say? That I hate this and I'm just going out randomly?"
"It's better than the ideas I had in my head" Hinata tried to outwit her husband, but she knew it was a big mistake, he hated being outsmarted.
Sasuke walked nearer to her, he was a head taller than she is. He grabbed her shoulders and breathed against her ear, breathing in her scent, and grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, while she cringed a little, he pulled the obi of her kimono and pulled the white silky fabric away from her till she was left with her undergarments. He finally whispered to her ear, "Playing smart with me, Hinata...?" He pulled her hair harder and added, "...well, don't" and finally threw her against the varnity harshly, making the bottles setted neatly on it fell around her, the expensive perfumes spilled across the room, and Sasuke just looked disgustedly at his wife and threw the kimono he pulled, against her face and with that he left.
Hinata cried like before, this wasn't the first time he humiliated her and objectified her like this. She shivered in coldness, but it was no match to her husband's coldness. Her hair was messed up, her kimono was spread in her lap, and her pale skin was penetrated by the cold wind. All around her was the bottles lying around. She cringed in pain as her head started to cast a sharp excruciating pain. She reached out for the back of her head and felt a warm dense liquid, she took back her hand and there it was scarred across her hand, blood. She didn't realize her head hit the edge of the wooden varnity, and now her head was bleeding heavily and her vision wasn't well. A day in the life of the unable, as he always said to her.