simplyjoo: I would like to thank Irsool for editing this fic and being so patient with me cause I could get pretty stupid sometimes.. xP.. I would also like to make a note: summerpeach really sucks because she said she would drabble with me but she doesn't anymore :(

ahaha just playing :) summerpeach is a really talented writer.. go check out her stuff! ...but only after reading mine xD

Breathless
by simplyjoox382

It's night. Hyuuga Hinata is now a married woman and absolutely frightened of her husband's stoic nature. He had not smiled on their marriage day, nor had he frowned. He had not even bothered to throw a death glare at the strongest shinobi that had attended their wedding. She does not understand him, and she does not know if she even wants to try.

It is more of a contract than a marriage. "Konoha will give our most precious kunoichi to the Sand's strongest shinobi to secure our alliance." The Sand had agreed and Gaara had not objected. The Sand had gained the power of Byakugan and Gaara now had a wife, not that he necessarily wanted one to begin with, but now he had one all the same.

Hinata is sure that she was forced into a loveless marriage

They are now in the bedroom of his small apartment. Gaara is leaning against the door frame of his room and Hinata, being raised in the house of Hyuuga, is seated on the bed, knowing what is to be expected of a wife on the night of her wedding day. She is frightened and wants nothing more then to run back to Konoha, but being raised from such a ancient clan had taught her that she must respect tradition.

Tradition says a wife must comply to her husbands every need.

Hinata says fuck tradition.

Or she wants to, but she can't because Gaara is looking at her now and Hinata forgets to breath. He's walking towards her and her eyes widen when he stops in front of her. He doesn't say anything when he reaches out and Hinata squeezes her white eyes shut. She feels a hand behind her head and is slightly pushed forward.

Hinata is still seated on the bed, and Gaara is still standing in front of her; only now, Gaara's hand is awkwardly place on top of her head as she is forced to lean onto his chest. She's blushing, but Gaara doesn't see.

"I'm not the best husband, but I won't hurt you,"

Hinata wonders if Gaara considers this as a hug, and smiles when she realizes this may not be a loveless marriage after all.

-Owari-