Diclaimer: I don't own anything. Nope, nothing at all.
Summary: She signed. "You're not the devil, Naruto." He glanced at her, grinning. "He's just a very close relative."
Pairing: NaruHina.
Warning: Possible Sexual Themes.
Notes: I seemed to have forgotten completely about this story, but I've been so busy I was just so sidetracked. It was funny, I was re-reading it and for a moment I forgot it was me who had written it. Haha, I was a little shocked, so I decided to continue it. Sorry for the long wait! Enjoy.
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As they knelt in front of the cross, Hinata glanced at her new fiancé shyly. He looked in front of him, and did not notice her gaze. She took the chance to observe his features closely, appreciating the way he set his jaw and stood comfortably, even as he wed a complete stranger.
"Forgive me," he said in a soft voice, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
He still did not move his gaze, and Hinata bushed softly. "I think so." She laughed in an almost ironic manner, "I'll make myself ready, my Lord."
He turned his head then, and grinned at her. "Call me Naruto, please. If only in private." When she nodded at him, he put his arm around her waist and brought her close. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Your stutter is almost gone, Violet."
He did not seem to mind the way she moved away from him, as if by instinct, and only pulled her closer. As they waited for the priest to come, he told her of his home back in the hills of Rosen. She listened intently, trying to imagine her new home in the lush mansion. It seemed far-fetched, but she believed she could start a new life there. Start fresh.
She would miss Hanabi and Sakura, but she would visit often. She was willing to sacrifice that much if only to finally be free from her father's steel-grip on her.
When the priest came to them and asked if they were ready to begin, they both nodded. He looked disapprovingly at Naruto, as if somehow knowing they were doing this out of random choice. Still, he did not question their motives. Sighing softly, he asked them to rise and began the ceremony.
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Sakura looked at Hanabi with a doubtful gaze. The letter she held in her hands was still unopened, and she waited patiently for Hinata's sister to calm herself.
"I'm sure of it Sakura, she's left with him." Her sister fidgeted even in her chair, and Sakura worried she would start crying again.
"You have to calm down, Hanabi. I'm sure she did it for a good reason." She glanced down at the letter, and began to open it.
Dearest Hanabi,
I'm away with Uzumaki on an urgent matter. Please don't worry, even thought I know you'll do it anyway. I love you, and don't tell anyone I've left. I'll be back in a weeks time.
With much love,
Hinata.
As Sakura stared at the elegant cursive, she looked up at Hanabi and sighed. "Look, she said not to worry, and it's clear she was in a right mind as she wrote it. Her writing is perfectly aligned, and there is nothing said that might seem suspicious."
"It's not that I think she's in danger…it's just that, our father requested we come back home urgently, and I don't know how to reach her."
Someone knocked softly on the door, and as Sakura called out a small 'Welcome', Hanabi had excused herself. Sasuke looked at her as she walked by him quickly, as if in a hurry.
"What's wrong with her?"
Sakura smiled at her husband, deciding that it was better that he didn't know what Naruto was up to, this time. "She's still worried about her sister."
He nodded, and walked to her. As they sat comfortably on the sofa, she leaned her head against his chest. "Make sure our children don't ever make me worry like that."
He kissed the top of her head, and caressed her bulging belly. "I think, Sakura, that we would still worry even if they weren't in trouble."
As his wife fell asleep, she uttered a small, "I can't wait," before succumbing to slumber.
Sasuke looked out the window of the small study, and stared at the darkening sky. His wife lay calmly on his chest, and he smiled at her, guard down. The smile fell, however, when he read the letter gripped in his wife's hands.
"Naruto…what have you done?"
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After Naruto had carefully pocketed the wedding documents into a small bag, they climbed onto the carriage. He directed the driver to take them to a small Inn for the night.
On the way to the Inn, he stared at his wife and smiled at her. "I can't call you Lady Hyuuga anymore, can I?"
She smiled at him, trying to suppress the relief of being safe from Lord Anou. "You most certainty cannot, Lor- Naruto." He laughed, secretly enjoying the way his named sounded when she said it. They sat quietly for a moment, before the carriage came to a slow stop. As he glanced outside the small glass window, Hinata tried to fix the small unruly hairs that had come undone.
They left the carriage and entered the small inn. Naruto walked to the inn-keeper, and requested a room. It gave Hinata a small satisfaction when he mentioned both names, but a tiny flutter of nerves reminded her of what came after a wedding ceremony, and exactly where they were at the moment.
When Naruto returned to her, he didn't notice the small flush in her face or her jitteriness, and if he did, he did not mention anything to her. They were led to the vacant suite by two young maids, and Hinata noticed they kept trying to catch the eye of her husband.
She did not want to admit that it bothered her, how women reacted to Naruto. She didn't expect him to stay faithful after the first time they lay together, he was a young man still, and it was clear they did not marry out of love. She did not care if he wandered or not, or at least, she hoped.
She fidgeted with the small wedding band on her index finger, looking around as the maids tidied the room. Naruto had already left, mentioning something about tending to the horses before they retired to bed.
A small voice startled Hinata, and she turned quickly to the young maid in the room. When she began to apologize profusely for scaring her, Hinata shook her head. "No, no need to apologize to me. It's alright."
The small girl cleared her throat and smiled meekly, "Shall I prepare your bath, Lady Uzumaki?"
They both did not notice the man at the door, and Naruto strode in casually. "Yes, please."
Once the maid left the suite, Naruto strode to her in a relaxed stride, his hands reaching for her dress. When Hinata began to utter small protests, he shushed her. "I'm only going to help you undress, Violet."
She nodded, her hands trembling as they helped him unbutton her corset. She covered her breasts with her arms, knowing the chemise would not be enough to cover the pink peak of her breasts.
Naruto allowed her to remove her chemise and underpants without looking at her, and when she lowered herself into the tub, he helped her wash her hair.
Hinata was surprised at the softness of his touch, and she blushed at how gently he treated her. "You're friend Sakura…she has the body that fashion loves."
He smiled at her, still playing with her hair. "You, however…have the body that men love."
Hinata looked at him then, and she felt time stop as he leaned his face closed, touching his lips to hers.
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