Sorry if I took too long to update. I've been kinda busy with homework . . Second quarter just ended, and I just got back my report card!! Yay me!

Oh, and Fugaku (Sasuke and Itachi's father) is very OOC in this fic. And alive. Don't forget alive.
And so, here is chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto characters, but I do pwn them .

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"Please unbuckle your seatbelts when the light turns green, and thank you for flying with SoraAirlines. We hope you enjoyed your flight."

Hinata awoke at the monotone sound of the flight attendant's voice. With difficulty, she rose from the soft, first class seat. For a second, she didn't understand as to why she was on an airplane and not in her room, but realization soon dawned on her. A wave of depression hit her.

I'm getting married to one of my father's associates

Swiftly she got up, and silently took her purse from the upper storage space. Holding on to it tightly, she made her way through the crowded aisles to the door.

My whole life is ruined.

A flight attendant smiled at her before Hinata could leave.

"Did you like your flight dear?"

Hinata forced herself to try to smile, but stopped as she felt tears at the edge of her eyes. Instead she nodded her head and quickly rushed to the luggage area.

I wonder if my father is happy to be rid of me?

She bitterly smiled and finally let her tears fall. She hadn't cried, no, couldn't cry, in front of Hanabi or Ten Ten.

She had lied to them both, explaining how she had been keeping a secret relationship with this man for months, and their marriage was preplanned. Ten Ten gobbled the story up, but Hanabi was a little bit more skeptical. Hinata knew that them not worrying about her would be for their own benefit, but still felt a fresh wave of tears fall down her face.

Her own father took tears as a sign of weakness, and so came Hinata's habit of keeping them at bay for as long as possible, at least until no one was around. Sometimes she had to wait days just to cry, and those were the worst. It was like not eating, or not sleeping. Crying was a necessity for proof of human nature.

Hinata gave one last sniff, and tried to make herself feel better. Crying it out usually helped, but if she were to meet this future husband of hers, she had to be on her best behavior.

Maybe he'll find me displeasing in some way, and send me back? But then why does he want ME so badly? I'm not that special, my grades and looks are average. Then again, maybe this man is so repulsive he can't afford to get a beautiful wife, lest she cheats on him.

With a gasp, Hinata realized something else.

If not me, this Uchiha man might take something else of father's…Hanabi! Oh god, kami-sama, Buddha, Santa, anyone, please let this man like me. If he doesn't, he might take Hanabi to be his bride!

Hinata knew it was a little farfetched, but she wasn't going to take any chances. Afterall, even though Hanabi was 13, she was far more impressive mind-wise. She spotted her suitcases, and looked around.

All I know is his name. What am I supposed to do now?

An answer soon came when she saw a middle aged man in the corner, holding a sign that read "Hinata Hyuuga". She walked up to the man, and in a timid voice asked him, "Are you Fugaku Uchiha?"

To Hinata's relief, he shook his head no, and when Hinata let out an audible sigh, the middle aged man looked slightly offended, but motioned for her to follow him.

She walked quietly behind him as they reached a limousine, and the man opened the back door for her. The man went to the driver's seat, and Hinata soon fell asleep against the limo's soft leather cushions.

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A tapping against the window woke her. Jumping up quickly, Hinata rushed to straighten out her clothes and hair. She stepped out of the limo, and was soon swept away by a group of fussy maids.

In the many hallways, Hinata felt sure that she could have probably gotten lost in this house for days.

The bathroom here is bigger than my room!

First, the maids bathed her, cooing softly with a slight hint of jealousy on how long and soft Hinata's hair was, how smooth her skin was. Hinata's face turned many shades of red, to the maids' amusement.

Next, they wrapped her in a warm fuzzy robe, and led her to a room. Taking her hands, they painted her nails black. A stern looking woman then came into the room, and taking one look at Hinata, snapped her fingers, and a black dress was brought to Hinata to try on.

When she was done, a man came in and expertly put her hair up, and added a bit of gloss to her lips.
Throughout all this, Hinata's mind was buzzing.

What are they doing? What's going on?! Why did they give me such a nice dress, and such expensive looking shoes?! What if I get them dirty? Would I have to pay for them?She was led yet again to a door. The middle aged man took her arm, and escorted her through the door and into a dining area.

Oh. My. God.

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Without his eyeliner and heavy black clothes, Hinata might have missed it. But the duck's tail shaped hair gave him away.

It's the Avenger!

The Avenger was sitting on the left side of a very large dining table, his face scrubbed clean, and no black nail polish on his hands. When his black eyes rested on Hinata's own, she felt a tiny wave of nausea overcome her.

Across the Avenger was an unknown specimen. His hair was longer, and he had premature wrinkles lining his cheeks, but he had the same cold black eyes. Colder, even. So cold that Hinata shivered. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the Avenger's older brother. Hinata shivered at the thought of these being her future step-sons. For God's sake, they were around HER age, if not older!

Hinata finally lifted her eyes to the head of the table. The man, Fugaku Uchiha, looked cold and distant, but something in his eyes gave away how much he loved his two sons.

I think it's the fact that he keeps looking over at them, like a worried mother about to send her child off to his first day of school.

The middle-aged man that had been her chauffeur (and now her escort) led her to a chair not far from the doorway.

I could probably run if I wanted, leave this place and never come back, but I'm too scared to. I feel like a stray cat being cornered by a pack of wild dogs.

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Dinner went on silently, save for the sound of silverware being used. Hinata was busy studying the carefully embroidered flowers on her napkin, she thought she heard a voice. Looking up, and instantly regretting it, she found all three Uchihas looking expectantly at her…..well.. ok…, one looking expectantly, one looking bored out of his mind, and one looking cold AND bored out of his mind. But, nonetheless, they were all looking at her with those same black eyes, and it sent a painful tingle in Hinata's head.

"C-Could you p-please repeat th-that?" Hinata scolded herself for stuttering in front of the president of Uchiha corp.

Said person narrowed his eyes a tiny bit. "I said, How. Was. Your. Flight. From. New. York?" He was speaking very slowly.

Great. Now he thinks I'm a total retard.

"I-It was very pleasant." Somehow, Fugaku looked displeased with this answer, so Hinata tried again.

"There w-was no turbulence, a-and the f-flight attendants w-were all very nice l-looking." Hinata blushed an almost impossible shade of pink.

"I-I m-meant th-that i-it w-was n-nice t-t-to see a s-smile on a-all their f-faces, not…" Again Hinata scolded herself, but then blushed again at the thought of what she had just implied.

Why am I always messing things up?

Then, to her surprise, she heard a small chuckle. That soon turned into laughter. That soon turned suspiciously into a cough. Looking up, Hinata couldn't tell who it was, but still, that laughter had made her feel at ease. Even the Avenger and his brother….

I'll call him the Elder for now, seeing as how he looks well beyond his years.

…..didn't look that intimidating anymore. Hinata let out a breathe that she hadn't known she had been holding.

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After dinner was over, the Head walked over to Hinata. She saw the Avenger and the Elder leave without looking at each other, but put her attention back to Fugaku.

I must make sure to listen to him closely, as to not annoy him like earlier. Afterall, I AM his fiancé.

He was silent, and Hinata felt slightly awkward just standing in the middle of a room not doing anything, but dared not move. Finally, he lifted his eyes and gazed at her intently.

"So, what do you think of them?"
Hinata looked confused. "About who?" Fugaku just sighed, and said it slowly.
"Sasuke and Itachi"
Hinata's face just became more confused. "Who are they?"

Fugaku looked very annoyed now, and talked even slower.

"Of. My. Sons. Who. Do. You. Like. Better.?"

"You mean the Avenger and the Eldest?" She had said it aloud without thinking.

"Why did you call them that?" Fugaku's annoyed face was now replaced with an amused one. "Actually, these names are very descriptive of their attitudes but why would you…..?"
"I-I didn't know t-their names." Fugaku's face was stunned, but realization dawned him.

"My apologies, I forgot to introduce them to you." An anime drop popped on his head and he smiled apologetically. "The Avenger, the younger one, is Sasuke, and the Elder is the older one,Itachi. Am I correct.?"
"H-Hai!"

"So, Hinata, which one do you like better?"

This must be a test of some sort, to see if I will be a good mother, for what kind of mother would choose between her children who she likes best?

"A-Ano, I can't d-decide. T-They both s-seem v-very n-nice."

Not.

Fugaku looked displeased. "Yes yes, my sons are both very nice, but which one do you think is better?"

Hinata was utterly confused now. If she answered him wrong, what would happen? Sighing, Hinata remembered vaguely which son was which, and said the name that first came to mind.

"Sasuke."

Fugaku smiled radiantly. "Good choice, good choice. When shall we set the wedding date?"

Why is he asking about our wedding date now?

Looking at Fugaku, she said in a small voice. "I-I think it would be b-better for us to m-m-marry when I am 18, seeing as how n-now would be difficult. Plus, w-we need to let your sons get used to me, i-in order f-for me to b-become a g-good mother for th-them."

Fugaku looked down at her in bewilderment. "Hinata, who exactly do you think you are marrying."
"Y-You?"

A large laugh erupted from Fugaku's throat. Hinata only looked at him in surprise.

Was I wrong?

Wiping tears from his eyes, Fugaku looked fondly at Hinata, and murmured something to himself that turned Hinata's world upside down. "I'm going to have so much fun with you as my daughter-in-law."

D-Did h-he just s-say d-d-daughter-in-law?!?!?