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I can't do this...

I can't do this...

I can't do this...

Hinata repeated over and over again, sitting in front of her bathroom's counter, staring at her reflection in the lagre glass mirror. Every dark thought she's been running from for the last couple of weeks, finaly caught up to her & there was nowhere to hide now. No mission to run to, no paper work to dive into, no big flower shops to escape to, and no sleeping pills to knock her out of her reality. Nothing but a wedding dress & an altar waiting ahead of her & God knows how desperate she felt at that moment.

She was marrying Sasuke Uchiha.

Saying this out loud, was enough to break the calm facade she's been keeping for quite sometime now. It wasn't him as a person that scared her, she talked to him, felt somewhat comfortable around him, she even teased and joked with him, it was the idea of him that made her lose it.

The avenger,

The last Uchiha,

The village traitor,

The man who's done atrocities that no words can describe, the man who's only goal in life was to avenge his family's massacre, the man who's thirst could only be satiated with blood, the man who always got exactly what he wanted & sadly, to her dismay...He wanted her.

He wanted her to revive his clan.

She was only a tool.

Hinata was losing control and there was nothing she could do about it, the twisted thoughts in her mind were taking over her and she could feel pure panic running through her. She didn't even realize when or how did she reach her breaking point. Everything was fine early in the morning, she was feeling almost what you would describe as "Happy" to see that all of her wedding preperations were done exactly as she had imagined, but once she got back to her room, she could sense fear and anxiety slowly creeping up on her. Maybe it was the way her maids, friends and sister surrounded her that suffocated her, maybe it was the way they talked about Hanabi moving into her room, maybe it was the way they suggested drugging Neji during their vows, maybe it was the way they described the emptiness she would leave behind in the Hyuga estate...She couldn't tell. All she knew was that she wanted them to step outside her room, because she needed a moment.

That moment lasted more than it should've.

Half an hour, and still counting.

Two hours left before the wedding, and she had no intention of leaving her room anytime soon. But isn't this what she wanted? To stay in her village, to stay close to her family and friends? To keep her ANBU position? To not be forced to some other insane noble clan such as her own? Reminding herself of the reasons that made her accept this arrangement without complaint in the first place, was unfortunatly not helping her calm down her nerves at all. She was in a nightmare and there was no escape, there was nothing she could do now without sending her clan and the entire village in frenzy. There was no way out.

"You're hyperventilating"

Startled by the familiar manly voice echoing out of the blue in her bathroom, she immediatly stood up, sliding her hand across the counter and dropping everything that was on it in the process.

"Gomen nasai" She apologized to no one in particular, before looking back at him in horror. Her eyes were wide open and her hands were slightly shaking, while her husband-to-be leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, clearly satisfied by her reaction.

"Ano Hinata-sama, is everything alright?" One of the maid exclaimed with a small knock on her bedroom door.

"H-Hai!" Hinata yelled back immediately.

"You made quite a mess, maybe you should let them in to clean this up" He suggested casually looking down at her belongings laying on the floor.

"W-What are you doing here?" She stammered out, holding on tightly to the end of the counter, not trusting her own legs to support her.

He shrugged "Just making sure I'm not gonna be left at the altar" He said mockingly before pointing his finger to the door "I mean, there's still a clear way out of the balcony if you're interested".

Her heart was racing, all of her body was shaking, her lips were trembling, it took her thirty seconds of thinking to form any coherent sentence, her eyes would either blink insanely on their own, or stare infinitly into the distance until they dried out and her breathing was anything but steady even when she tried her best to take deep slow breaths. Truth to be told, she had no control what's so ever over her body and yet there he was, in that infamously cool demeanor of his, making jokes.

Was he trying to sympathize with her? Or did he really know what was going through her head? Could he read her mind? Is that a thing the Sharingan could do? Was he angry at her? She was doing it again. Overthinking and overanalyzing and going into details that frankly, didn't matter that much right now. But she couldn't help it. Nothing in her body and spirit was functioning the way it was supposed to.

He raised a brow "You're staring right at me, yet I feel completely transparent".

Shaking her head to bring herself back to reality, she realized she's been absent-mindedly gazing at him for the last couple of minutes "You shouldn't be here" She gulped "It's bad luck".

"How unlucky could you possibly get?" He wondered, his words coming out harsher than he had intended for them to.

Her shoulders dropped, clearly his words just hit home, but she couldn't let him see that. Even though she knew he could sense her insecurities, she couldn't show that broken down side of her now, she couldn't let him know she was reluctant about marrying him hours before their wedding, she couldn't let him see that what everybody's been saying for the last month, finaly got to her head.

Taking a deep breath, she got down on her knees, picking up a small bottle of perfume "Some would consider me to be the luckiest woman in the Shinobi world" Hinata said carefully structuring her thoughts before letting her words out. She wasn't lying; most women were extremely envious of her. In fact, she's been tolerating their bitter comments and remarks ever since the news of their marriage got out, she knew they would literally kill to be in her spot right now.

"Any woman with the smallest bit of common sense in her, would be heartbroken over you".

She could feel her tears rushing back up, and it was taking her every bit of strength left in her, if there was any left at all, to push it down, and she couldn't understand the motive behind his, what would definitely qualify as, psychotic behavior. Was he enjoying this? Or did he change his mind? Did he not want to marry her and is now trying to push her to her limit so she would call off the wedding? No. That was a very cowardly thing to do, and Sasuke Uchiha was not a coward.

"Why are you here?" She whispered, putting the perfume back down on the floor.

Kneeling down in front of her, he put his finger under her chin, pulling her head up to take a better look at her, and he could easily tell...She was a mess. He was wondering how long it would take for her to break down; he was genuinely surprised that it didn't happen earlier. He was even more surprised that to this very second she was refusing to appear weak and helpless in front of him. She was still trying to look like she was in control, even when it was so clear that she had lost it all.

"You're little but fierce Hyuga" Her eyes widened for a split second, and just when she opened her mouth to respond, he moved his finger to her lips, silencing her "You'll be okay" He said with a small smile, before flicking her forehead and standing back up.

She blinked.

He flicked her forehead, and then simply left.

Hinata sat there frozen on the floor, dumb-founded at what just happened. Did she just have a daydream? Was it all in her head? It can't be. The soft breeze coming through her balcony door was the proof she needed to know for sure that she didn't imagine it at all; his lingering scent around the room was enough proof as well. Letting out the breath she was holding, she reached out for her chair, pulling herself up. She couldn't do this to him, she couldn't do this to her family and she couldn't do this to herself.

She made her decision and now she has to take responsibly for it.

This was not the moment to have a mental break down, this was not the moment to be consumed by her doubts, and this was definitely not the moment to question what she, weeks ago, deemed to be reasonable thinking.

She smiled softly, touching her forehead.

It was like that little flick, brought her feet back on the floor.

Picking up the key to her bedroom, she unlocked her door, finally digging up the courage to face the questioning looks of her loved ones. It was funny in a way, how they all had the exact same worried look plastered all over their faces; they were all seated on the floor, anxious yet bored out of their brains at the same time. They silently stepped inside her room, no questions asked. Her maids rushed to the bathroom clearing up the mess, while Hinata quietly sat on her bed, looking at her wedding kimono.

"Are you okay sweetie?" Ino asked gently rubbing her arm.

"Hai" Hinata said flashing her a smile.

"Smells nice in your bathroom...Onee-chan"

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Thank you for reading until the end!

This was supposed to be the entire wedding chapter but since it's late over here and I've kept you waiting for ages now, I'll just post this today and finish the rest tomorrow!

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