DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: Second drabble, again a bit angsty and dark. hehe.. i like dark and angsty. please review? XD
PRETENDING
She went to her dressing table and sat down on the soft chair. Picking up her ivory mirror in one hand, and her ivory hairbrush in another, she admired the elaborate patterns on the frames of these two items. They were beautiful, boasting of antiquity that only an old an illustrious clan like the Uchiha could have supported. And with that, she started combing through the tangles of her hair, carefully counting to a hundred brush strokes all in all. When she was done, she set the mirror down, and looked at the much bigger mirror. Again, she admired the woodwork, and she wonders how much time was spent on sculpting the sakura petals embedded on the expensive oak frame. Finally, her eyes were drawn to her own reflection. She started brushing her hair into a tight bun, securing her loose hair with pins from the small jewelry box in the corner of the table. Satisfied that her hair was in perfect order, she set her hairbrush down and started opening the drawers, looking for the make-up set that Ino had given her for her 16th birthday. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of their young selves trying out some make-up, aiming to look more mature but failing miserably. They had only received a deriding snort from Naruto, and a 'how troublesome' from Shikamaru. When she found the kit, she opened it, and to her dismay, the eyeshadow cakes were cracked. The pink had meshed with the blue, rendering the two colors unusable. Too bad, for pink was her favorite. Nevertheless, she had to work with what she had. With a sigh, she started putting on some foundation, carefully applying it evenly to her face. She gave extra attention to the dark circles under her eyes. After all, she didn't want to look all haggard for the whole day. She put on some blush and some purple eyeshadow for added effect. Next, she took out her black mascara from one of the drawers and started putting some on her lashes. For the final touch, she applied some red lipstick on smacked her lips. When she was done, she took one lasting look at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.
After she tidied up the dressing table, she went to her closet and took out her medic outfit. She wrinkled her nose, narrowly preventing a sneeze, as the dust from the outfit assailed her senses. After which, she took out some stockings and her medic hat, and placed everything on the bed.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, and put on the stockings first, the medic outfit next, and the medic hat last. She made her way to her dressing table and took another lingering look at her reflection. She decided that she liked what she saw.
Her musings were cut short as she heard the front gate open.
Panicking, she frantically took off all her clothes and replaced them with the ones she was wearing earlier. She shoved her discarded medic clothes into her closet, not bothering to arrange them properly. 'She would fix them later', she told herself. She ran to the bathroom and started washing all the make-up off, bit by bit revealing the haggard face, the dark circles under her eyes, and the wrinkles on her forehead. When she was done, she looked at the mirror on the medicine cabinet, and tried not to notice that her mascara was running, and that one droplet was traveling suspiciously fast down her cheeks. She shook her head, steeled her self, and removed the last vestiges of her makeup.
Sighing, she took the apron hanging from the chair, put it on, and made her way to the foyer.
Her husband was home.
a/n please review? drops to her knees and begs