Primrose

wow!!! i finally finished the final story to my memoir story : )

And great many thanks to those who read and salote and dark precipice i'm glad you liked the little facts i put into this story and to WhiteLilyAngel i'm glad you liked my story.

Most importantly i would like to thank the peoples for placing my story onto your favorite list! You do no know how much i thank you!

Anyways i'm sorry it took me so long to update this story... but i had a block and trying to find information about Japanese funerals was so F hard, in the end i just ended up going with what i remembered from my great-grandma and grandpas' funeral.

But enough with my ranting- sooooo on wards to my story : )

A.N: I sooooo do not own this story... :'( (wish i did thought 'pout')

"Her heart had stopped working", was all he had heard before he felt himself collapse on to the ceramic floor of the hospital and even before she spoke again he knew from the unease he felt that she wasn't finished, "and I really don't know if you two knew this, but she was pregnant for at least two months now, and from what we managed to find out, she was pregnant with twins" and his world collapsed.

"We'll get her cleaned up for her burial" she started but before she could finish he cut her of, "I'll do it" was all he said before he walked into the room that held her body. Pulling the white sheet away from her face and all he could do was stare at her face, she looked like she was sleeping and if it wasn't for how cold and pale she was pale enough that you could see her veins she would be. But she wasn't, she was dead.

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On the day before her funeral, he cleaned her body and fitted her in a simple white kimono with green edging and a blue obi with a pattern of orange blossoms on the kimono. Her hair was done in the way she usually did it, two braids going from each side of her face held together by a white ribbon on the end, two thin strips of hair reached her chin framing her face while another two strands of hair was settled over her shoulder to rest just above her chest. He had put little makeup on her face since she never liked them when she was alive and settled for simply outlining her eyes in pink and turquoise eye shadow, some light blush to bring some color to her face and used her favorite lip gloss to finish it of. Her wedding and engagement ring was worn on her left hand, were it should be and the locket he had given her when she made jounin rested on the hollow of her neck.

She was beautiful even as she laid in the birch coffin that was lined in white silk, surrounding her body was pink carnations and purple hyacinth, and in her arms were two faceless paper dolls that represented the unborn twins that would never see the world around them.

There closest friends, those from their generation where the first to see her each bringing an item to be placed in her coffin.

And then the procession started, he sat there with the others hearing the sympathetic words that spilled from their lips, words that just went right over his head. He did not need such pitying word from fools that did not understand; after all such words would not bring her back.

And when the time came to close the lid to her coffin he rose from his seat to look at her one last time, bending slightly to place one last kiss on her lip before straightening up and signaled for the lid to be closed for the final time, turning around he walked back to the others and as he walked he could smell the smoke from the flare being lit and when he turned around he could see the flames start to lick the wood of the coffin, and as the flames grew stronger all he could do was watch the flames engulf her coffin whole.

They had talked so much about what they wanted in a family when the war was over; garden filled with blooming flowers of all colors, kids that would grow away from the darkness that they grew up in and he would teach them to fight while she would teach them to heal, but most of all their children would grow up with all the love a parent could give their child.

But it wouldn't happen now because the other half that would bring this dream to fruit was gone.

All gone, there was nothing left. And as he looked at the stone that had been erected in her place he could feel the tears that he had been holding back since her death just flow from fall from his eyes.

"Why… why did this happen, so long we fought to be together and yet the fates…" he asked her letting his calloused fingers go over the engraving.

Hyuuga Hinata

Loving Wife

Cherished Friend,

and

Beloved Daughter

"We promised forever… yet it's only been two years…two years since we exchanged our vows, so why…why are things already over" he chocked out leaning his head on the stone, closing his eyes as he slumped down onto the ground letting the darkness embrace him.

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The next day when it was found out that Neji didn't return back to the compound that night a search had ensued even if it was a really short search, they all knew were he would be and they were right because when they arrived lying on the freshly covered grave was the still form of the Hyuuga prodigy.

A.N. Well ima finished now so i hope you all enjoyed this story and even though i didn't use much actual fact about the Japanese funerals but i thought i just add some silly facts in so i hope you'll like it.

1) Japanese funerals are the most expensive funerals in the world costing 4 million yen, and one of the main reason is because of the lack of space for funeral plots,Another reason is the price gouging common at Japanese funeral homes, combined with the hesitation of the relatives of the deceased to negotiate and to compare prices.

2) 90 percent of Japanese funerals are Buddhist style

3)After death, the deceased's lips are moistened with water, in a ceremony called Matsugo-no-mizu ("Water of the last moment"). The household shrine is closed and covered with a white paper, to keep out the impure spirits of the dead. This is called Kamidana-fuji.

So just little some little facts but if you are curious wikipedia can be a really good place to look it up, though know matter how hard i searched i couldn't find anything on how the buried pregnant women... hey if anybody know about it like if anything special is done or if its done in the same way as regular funerals, and i don't care whose tradition its for. Besides it would be interesting, so i you do know some stuff can you leave it in a review or maybe email me about it. PLEASE!!!!

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