Do you remember Sweet Nothings? The dump in which I stored my many one-shots and prompt-dumps? Well, as someone with writer's block that has managed to keep me down for the past few years I've decided a reboot was in store. Sadly, I cannot do it on my own. So, if you please, dear readers, prompt me! This is (un)fortunately a Naruto-only, so I will need Naruto couples, (I ship most so don't be scared, though also recognize my right to defer to a different ship if the one you chose doesn't suit me and my rights to reject a prompt as well) as well as prompts of all colors. You may message me, review, or contact me through any of the many websites I litter through, just check my bio.

This is an idea I've had circulating in my brain for about three years. The idea is, the Uchiha Clan Massacre Arc never happened - and Hinata was given to Itach in an arranged marriage. Itachi has been in love with a childhood friend his whole life, so their marriage is not one that can ever achieve romantic love. Evental SasuHina. I've written the prologue, and then the story left me. I'm still interested in pursuing this, so let me know what you think. Here's the prologue.

See you on the other side!

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Amalgamate

prompt: arranged marriage

Seeing him, now, she can't force herself to be angry. In the beginning, when she was just four years old with a just-born sister she was sad. She watched her father bite his thumb and bleed on the page that held her future and she was sad. Later, when she was graduated from the academy and her betrothed had handed her a simple dandelion while their fathers watched with stony expressions, she made a wish of optimism. She wanted to be happy.

When she only saw him during clan events and he was nothing but cold looks and attention on his brother she grew angry. Angry at her father for not believing in her, angry at herself for not being worth the risk, and angry at her betrothed for not even trying in the least.

But now, now she had no more anger to give. She was eighteen years old walking through a foreign district with no eyes to match hers. She was married to a man that would never love her. Not for that he wouldn't, because she never knew Itachi Uchiha to be a man of spite. But because he couldn't. His heart belonged to another.

"Hinata." She's startled out of her mental monologue and looked up to notice the Clan had dispersed out of the Hall, leaving only the Main Family. She found her husband and his family watching her with calculating eyes.

Before Itachi could inquire about her spacing out, his mother swooped in and laid a delicate hand on her forehead. "Are you feeling well, dear? You've been in your head for a while now." Mikoto frowned. Hinata felt her heart clench, she couldn't help but think of her late mother when Mikoto was around. Different and similar all at once, Mikoto was a constant reminder of the woman she would never live up to.

"Forgive me, Mikoto-sama." She cleared her throat and stood. Fugaku and Sasuke stood off to the side with her husband, all three of them watching her silently. She tried not to show her discomfort. The Hyuga ignored her mostly for her weaknesses, that was true. In the Uchiha Clan, though, she was noticed for her strengths. The biggest strength of them all being that she was to bare the next Heir.

"Are you...?" Her mother-in-law's eyes drifted to her abdomen and she gulped. She wouldn't be, not when she was still a virgin and her husband refused to touch her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Itachi stiffened. She could tell them, she could spill that they'd yet to consummate the marriage and that she wouldn't be birthing their Heir because her husband spent his nights in another woman's arms.

She wouldn't, though. It wasn't Itachi's fault that he was in love. In months, years, when they still didn't have a Heir she would take the blame as being infertile. Another clan disappointed in her.

"It'd be impossible to tell this early," she lied. Then, to change the subject, she added on; "I don't mean to burden you with worry."

Mikoto laughed, waving off her apology. "Oh, sweet girl, I've been worrying about you since your mother told me she was pregnant with her first. You are no more a burden to me than my own children."

Hinata forced a smile. Mikoto did that a lot, spoke about her mother. They'd been friends, and were pregnant, for a while, together. She didn't want to tell the woman that while she resembled her mother, Hinata was not the long-dead Hisako. "Arigatou, Mikoto-sama."

She turned to see the three men that made up the rest of her new family make their entrance into the conversation. She bowed respectively to Fugaku, even though it wasn't Uchiha's custom - it was a Hyuga rule that she wouldn't be able to shake anytime soon. Fugaku had quickly learned to stop asking her not to, just as Mikoto stopped asking her not to call her Lady.

"Fugaku-sama. Forgive me for spacing out during your speech."

The man, while hard on the outside, sent her a fond look. "No forgiveness needed, Kodomo. If you're feeling unwell, I can contact the Academy personally to give you a leave. We'd hate for you to suffer unnecessarily."

Hinata shook her head, not unkindly. "That would be very thoughtful of you, but I respectfully decline. I shall be fine."

"Very well. Itachi, take care of your wife." Fugaku let Mikoto kiss her cheek goodbye before he lead his own once-betrothed out the hall. All that was left was Hinata, Itachi, and Sasuke.

Sasuke watched them curiously for a minute. "Why didn't you tell my mother the truth?"

Hinata stilled. Of course Sasuke would know, Itachi told his brother everything. She took a shallow breath. "No one is at fault but me for lack of not conceiving an Heir." She bowed to both brothers before walking towards the double doors leading outside. "Hyuga's tend to be infertile. We can use that when excuses start to run thin."