Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

I hope this chapter satisfies those that weren't with some of the others. This is special because today is my black cat, Elvis' birthday. So this chapter is dedicated to him. Happy birthday my chubby kitty!

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Hinata sat in a room, crying. Her back was up against the wood wall, with her legs tight against her chest. Tears slid down her flushed face. Refusing to think of the meeting, she instead thought of how bare and in personal "her" room really was.

The walls had no pictures or posters tacked up on them like most and the minimum amount of furniture was spread out. There was a bureau, a bed and a desk. That was all. Hinata had never spent much time home growing up so she had never felt the need to personalize the room that was supposed to be every teens sanctuary.

A short knock echoed throughout the room. Not bothering to be let in Hiashi closed the door and sat stiffly on her bed. Hinata averted her eyes.

"You weren't paying attention to the meeting." His voice was icy and held certainty.

Hinata didn't bother to reply.

"One of the reasons I pulled you from Suna was to meet your husband."

Hinata sucked in a breath. She had stopped crying- it would only further aggravate her father- and whispered, "Were there more reasons?"

Hiashi glared at her. "Yes. Your teachers informed us that you were in a gang of boys and were often seen showing displays of public of affection with them." He ran a hand through his shiny hair the color of coffee. Hinata's own hair came from her mother. "But the biggest reason you were pulled was that a teacher informed me that the young lady you were living with had two brothers. No parents. Not to mention that one was in your gang."

Hinata froze. Was this some kind of cruel payback? She loved her father but right now she couldn't stand to be in the same room as him.

"Could you please leave?" Hinata asked her voice stuffy.

Slowly, her father stood up. He gripped the door handle and then turned and said, "Forget the other boys. You will be married as soon as you both turn eighteen. Your fate is in my hands." With that he left.

Blankly Hinata could only stare at the door. Her brain said he was right, that she would have to follow his orders, but her heart wouldn't listen. It told her to marry out of love.

For the next half hour, she sat huddled on her bed. Neji had already came and left, giving her a hug and a kiss on the top of her head. The last of her immediate family, Hanabi came minutes after.

Hanabi was tall for her age and flat as a board, unlike her sister who was curvy all over and of average height. Her brown hair was also a gift from her father, the same as the scowl planted on her face as she jumped on the bed.

"I can't believe he would do that to you, sister," she said. If she had been standing, her hands would have been on her hips. "I mean you are his daughter! Not some whore you can sell!"

"Hanabi!"

Hanabi smiled sheepishly. "You deserve better."

Hinata felt her chest tighten. Hanabi was five younger and had always been her father's favorite. Add that with the fact that Hinata was never much at home and you can tell that they didn't get a lot of sister time. So the fact that Hanabi was upset for her made Hinata smile for the first time in a while.

Just as Hinata was about to thank her, another knock came at the door. The knocker walked in and revealed himself to be Sasuke.

"I'll leave you two alone," she whispered. Hanabi knew when she wasn't needed. Squeezing her sister's shoulder, she turned to Sasuke and said, "Hurt her and die."

Sasuke was a bit surprised. Is everyone protective of her?

Truthfully Sasuke didn't want to be here. His parents had left as well as the most of the res of his family. His ride was Itachi. So when Itachi had said that if he wasn't a gentleman and went to go check on his soon to be wife, he wouldn't be a gentleman anymore, he had grudgingly did it. His brother was a jerk but Hinata was too nice to treat as some kind of whore, as his brother had told him.

Hinata bit her lip. Her instincts screamed to run, but she ignored them. Instead she said quietly, "I don't want this either."

Sasuke smirked. He had settled himself at her desk. "I wouldn't have thought otherwise. You did always seem immune to my charm. Why is that?"

Hinata blushed. She had never really paid him any attention even if he was a bit like Gaara.

Gaara! Oh no! Hinata groaned her face in her hands. She remembered the kiss. Could he harbor feelings for her? No it wasn't possible. He was just overprotective right?

Sasuke watched her amused. Her face was an open book- easy to read, yet not always easy to understand. She was unique he had to admit. Had it been Sakura he was to marry he would have commit suicide right then and there. This girl he could at least stand to be around.

"Forgetting his question he told her, "This sucks."

For once Hinata agreed.