Chapter three

Ah, now we finally get to something. Once again thank you all who reviewed, I really appreciate it.

Enjoy!

Also I hope you all had a very scary Halloween! To be honest though, I tried to get this posted up by Halloween but I had candy duty this year so things got busy and all. Anyhow I think this chapter in particular is one of the important ones. It having to do with the whole betrothal and all!

If you have any concerns or questions don't be afraid to ask! Or if you have any comments on how things are so far, whether they be good or not I would happily read them!

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"Aw, Come on Mrs. Uchiha, hold still for me now." Hanabi mumbled as she brushed her fidgety older sister's hair. Hinata sat down if front a huge mirror while Hanabi styled her hair for her.

Hinata frowned slightly at Hanabi's proper title, "I'm not married yet, Hanabi."

She shrugged. "As far as I'm concerned, you're Mrs. Uchiha." Hanabi grinned at her sisters bit of her lip. Hinata was nervous, she could tell.

Hinata looked at herself in the mirror catching her sister's grin. She sighed softly. Hanabi and her constant inside jokes were starting to get nerve racking. You would think Hanabi would feel the exact same way since she was married herself but alas she was just different. She was strange and yet normal.

Hinata looked down at her folded hands in her lap and closed her eyes just as she had done when her Father gave her the shocking news. She knew he wasn't that far away. He could only be a few floors down. He was in the same building, and had been ever since about eight o clock that morning, and yet she hadn't laid eyes on him. In a way she was relieved that she hadn't met him yet. She preferred looking forward to seeing him rather than seeing him in person. Seeing him, speaking to him, looking at him, hearing him speak all for the first time today.

"Hanabi, What is it like being married?" Hinata questioned. Hanabi started laughing.

"Sorry Mrs. Uchiha but no short-cuts, you have to find that out on your own."

"Hanabi…" Hinata pleaded with a small smile on her face. "Please tell me."

"Uh-Uh. Nope, I refuse." Hanabi said as she licked her finger to smooth Hinata's eyebrow.

"There, Mrs. Uchiha, you are done and looking pretty."

Standing back, Hanabi let Hinata get a good look of herself. Hinata leaned forward and turned side to side. Rubbing her rosy colored lips together she smiled in approvement. She had counted on Hanabi and she had come through for her. As loud and rambunctious as she was you could count on her to get a job done. Hinata took one last glance at herself, smiling half-heartedly.

"Thank you Hanabi." Hinata stepped forward and hugged her sister affectionately.

Hanabi smiled as she hugged her sister. She couldn't help to feel a little but of loss though. It, not to long ago, had hit her that Hinata was going to be married, moving away to a place where she knew Hinata wouldn't be familiar with. They could communicate by phone, letters, perhaps a luncheon every now and then but generally that was it! There would really be no more Sister-Sister time. She was sure Hinata would be busy trying to cope with her husband while she herself had a one year old on her hands…and if that wasn't enough there was Neji…

"Is this what you want Hinata?" Hanabi whispered.

"Of-Of course Hanabi…Why wouldn't I want to get married?" Hinata bit her bottom lip waiting for an answer but she got none.

"You know what? Nevermind that, forget everything I said." Hanabi said her embrace loosening.

"Besides it's getting late and you're not even dressed yet." Hanabi let go of Hinata and walked over to the wardrobe facing the opposite direction. Opening it she revealed a long, sleek, thickly embroidered, white dress.

A wedding dress it was and its purpose: To make one woman look magnificent on the most important day of her life. The day she was to be married…to say her wedding vows, to wear a ring as an emblem of love. Oh but don't so many people abuse the word love. Like a child with a new toy, it loves it at first, wanting to be with it every wonderful moment but eventually it bores the child and naturally the only way of getting rid of the something you don't like is to throw it away so that's exactly what the child intends to do. It throws it away and forgets about it, forgets all the wonderful times they had together. The child moves on…

Her marriage would not end up like that. She would not throw it away. She would keep it safe, protect it from dangers even if it hurt her more then she had ever been hurt before. She would show her Father how strong she had become from the marriage, she would prove to him she was committed to making things work…no matter what.

"Yes, Hanabi. This is what I want."

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The first thing he noticed when she came walked down the isle with that father of hers was her eyes. Not their appearance no, what lay inside of them. It was a strange mixture of anxiety and determination. He had never seen anything like that in a woman's eyes though it never really occurred to him to look.

Looking over her he nodded in approval. She was dressed appropriately for the occasion, wedding dress and all. He did take into the note that she too looked over him. It was a given fact that she was pleased possibly even intimidated. He had become accustomed to it.

He also noted she stood up straight and talked directly to the person to whom she was speaking too with a soft but clear voice, the complete opposite of what her Father had described to him only hours earlier. On your best behavior for me hmm?

There really wasn't any promise in impressing him. He either liked you or not. To him there was no meaning in the phrase To harsh. They were just two words, not even a sentence, that he didn't care for. Unfortunately some people just didn't understand the concept of being firm and harsh.

He had the right to be harsh.

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It had gone by quickly, way to fast for her to take in just what had happened. She had tried to act as professional as possible (no matter how strange it felt) hoping that he would notice and from his deep stare she guessed he did.

Well, Hinata you're finally Mrs. Uchiha.

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Do you think I should have described things better? I do…anyway thank you for reading!