She wanted happiness and peace while he wanted money and fame, she wanted a big family with laughter in the hall ways while he wanted a big white yacht and a garage full of fancy cars, she wanted her husband while he wanted his name all over the place…so you tell me why did their relationship fall apart? How could they be so different?

She knew money, she knew fame and she also knew what they did to you, they made you a part of a machine. As a child her father would write down the words she was supposed to say and a random word placed careless was paid, she knew better than anyone. Fame makes you anxious, everyday she left the house and saw a camera pointed her way she'd panic and because of that her movements were never lady-like enough, even now after years the media just wouldn't leave her alone. She hoped everything would end when at 18 she declined the title of the hire of the Hyuuga Company but she was wrong the vultures were after her even 5 years later. Every time she made a mistake they'd be there and she hated them with such a passion it was hard to imagine. And her husband wanted that all, fame, money, glory he wanted to go down the path she knew was a dead end. She made herself a promise she would never let her children grow up with a camera filming everything, she wasn't going to imprison them, so finding out what Sasuke wanted was a nightmare. She didn't say anything, not at the beginning she didn't know what to say.

Everyday he'd speak of his dreams of being a politician she'd just close her eyes and pray for him to change his mind. Things weren't that bad anyway, there was no need for her to overreact, everyone had dreamed to be famous at least once, but one day when she opened the Tv and her husband's black eyes were smiling at her on the screen she panicked, that was also the moment when one of the plates her father gave them as a wedding present broke. A few hours later when Sasuke came home the plate was still on the living floor, the lasagna, because that's what she wanted to eat stained the perfect pure white carpet, the Tv was still on and his wife locked in the bathroom.

Sasuke came home happy with a bottle of a very expensive wine in a hand ready to celebrate with his wife the success of his speech. He worked for one of the biggest politicians there was, Lady Tsunade and that day he was asked to hold a speech in her place because she was attending another conference in USA. When he opened the door and there was no 'welcome home honey' heard from somewhere in the house and his beautiful wife running bare footed towards him he knew something was wrong, seeing the mess confirmed his insecurities, setting the bottle on the kitchen table and taking off his blazer he started calling his wife's name. Finally reaching the guests bathroom he heard water running. Slowly knocking on the door he placed an ear to the door.

"Hinata? Honey? You're feeling sick? Can I come in?"

Because there was no answer Sasuke tried to open the door but found it locked, fear spared through his body, what if she locked the door to take a bath and fell asleep? What if she was going through something and he didn't know? What if, what if she wasn't alone in there and the running water was just to cover the noises? His mind was going 300km/second his forehead was resting on the door his eyes wide open.

Finally the door opened and he could see his wife, not harmed, not wet and alone. He hugged her tight and after a few seconds went inside to stop the running faucet. Hinata didn't move and she also seemed to be quite sad, her head was titled in the front, her bands covering her face, she was dressed normally maybe just a little messier but nothing that bad.

"Honey? Is there something wrong?"

Sasuke once again asked while touching her left shoulder, finally as hearing him for the first time she looked up and held the eye contact for a few seconds. She took in a big breath and left the guest bathroom. He stayed behind and listened to her small bare feet against the marble stairs and after a few more moments he followed her in the kitchen. When he finally caught up with her she was holding the bottle in her thin hands.

"What's this?"

The Uchiha male moved over and grinned at her. His black eyes showed happiness while her pale lavender ones showed confusion. The husband took the bottle in a hand and with the other he held his wife's hand.

"It's for us. We are celebrating today. I thought about going to a fancy restaurant but I think both of us feel better in here. Don't you agree?"

"Celebrate…What?"

His smirk grew wider but he didn't answer right away. He set the bottle back on the table and went to look for 2 glasses.

"I think you know. Didn't you watch Tv?"

The bottle was now open and a glass half-filled with a honey color liquid in it was in front of her, with shaky hands she reached to take the glass, her slender pointer finger moved over the tip of the glass in a lazy circle.

"I…did. There was nothing to stand out"

Flat lie. They both knew. Hinata hoped he didn't catch it though and he just thought it was a funny game, her denial gave him the opportunity to explain, almost like bragging rights. It was a game they played sometimes so he could show off, Hinata did it to spoil him, but this didn't really seem like that, she seemed down.

"I held a speech today, quite important. It was on Tv as well" a small pause "I'm getting closer to my dream" Hinata titled her head to the left and watched him, he was so handsome like that, happy. But images of her mother flushed through her brain and she was scared.

"Now that you mentioned that…I do remember something like that"

She remembered her mother crying every day, she remembered her parents' constant fights in the house only to act perfectly in love in the public eye. She remembered how her mother tried to leave her father and he beat her. Hinata was far more fragile that her mother ever was, Sasuke wasn't like her father that was true, but he wanted glory, she wanted quiet and peaceful. He wanted extravagance while she wanted normality. They were opposites. How did she not see that from the beginning?