A/N: Teaser / Plot test-type thing. I was thinking about making this into a full story, but, eh. XD
Just let me know what you think.

Summary: I wish to live in a fairytale, where binding chains don't exist and titles don't matter. Where everything I want is right next to me, never behind the barrier's glass. (Uhm...any suggestions on how to ... er ... reword this? XD)
NaruHina. (:

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Intertwined
Fairytale

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto.

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I doubt anybody could understand me, unless, of course, they're living the same life. I doubt that anyone could understand why exactly I think and feel the way I do, unless of course, they're given the same situations to hate.

I envy the common people, really, I do. Perhaps they are given the same expectations and the same chains as I, but I know for a fact that the degree of those expectations and the tightness of the chains are on a very, verydifferent level.

I suppose you could call me a hopeless case, just a poor girl trapped in the middle of wars and marriages and dilemmas. But really, there's more to that. I may be the poor girl, getting suffocated by all the chains and expectations thrown upon me day by day, but I am also not so poor, literally speaking.

I'm a princess, heiress to a powerful kingdom with many enemies and allies. But in all reality, I am no princess at all.

My mother died many years ago, when my youngest sister had just turned five. After, our family was thrown into turmoil, my father completely losing grasp of his resolve and staying in silence for many months. My younger sister disappeared just a few months ago, too pained and confused to remain in the house that dwelled on my mother's scent. She told me that perhaps she would come back, if ever she could understand the confusion in her heart. Before her disappearance, she had told me that she would always support me, ever so closely but always so far away.

And it is here that I sit in front of my bedroom mirror, looking at myself quietly, just examining the features I was given from my mother and my father.

In my eyes, nobody could understand the turmoil taking place inside of me.

I am just Princess Hinata, successor to the Earth Kingdom...

...But I feel that there is so much more to everything, more to it than the title and the burdens.

I suppose I wish to live life, just easily with no burdens, somewhere in peace where the stars are always above me. I know I wish to see my younger sister again, both strong and true, with her sitting next to me as an advisor and as a sister.

But that is just a childish fantasy of mine, a fairytale where everything is so real but so impossible.

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"...Hinata."

I jumped from my place in the gardens, my eyes widening at the familiar voice that I hadn't heard in more than a month's time. I turned and met with the pallid eyes of my father, his figure ever sophisticated and poised as I remembered him to be.

"Your mother is gone, and Hanabi left. At least, that is what Hizashi told me."

I watched him closely, watched as he took a seat on the bench next to me, his movements so flowing and elegant it was almost like he was ethereal, a ghost, something,just floating in the world.

"Hai, that's correct, Tou-san," I quietly whispered, "Mother sent you her regards, and Hanabi sends you her apologies."

Father looked at me, almost with an empty gaze, and he stood up, walking towards the castle with the same ethereal movements as before. It was almost as if he had forgotteneverything that had happened, forgotten what Uncle Hizashi had told him through the door.

Or, perhaps, he just chose to ignore the facts that pained him the most.

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I incredulously stared at my father, in disbelief and in amazement, as he sat before me in the dining hall, a new man with new poise. He began speaking of his new dreams, of building our once peaceful kingdom into that which one should fear, changing our age-old traditions to make our lands stronger and more defensive. I shot a glare at my grandmother, whom, ever since I could remember, would always try to rule the kingdom through my father, shooting her poisonous words down his ears, insulting him until he succumbed to her wishes.

"Hinata! And Hanabi! She is no longer an heiress, no longer a princess!"

It was here that I slammed my fist on the wooden table, my once gentle expression completely gone. My guardian and most treasured cousin, Hyuuga Neji, looked at me with surprise. Though there were never many words spoken between us and our personalities were complete opposites, we knew each other like the back of our hands, and shared the bond of siblings. He knew that outbursts such as what I was going through now were rare, only when I was angered to an extent that all my self-control and elegance were thrown out the window. But I knew that even he could not believe the words that were coming out of my father's mouth.

"Is she no longer your daughter? No longer the girl you raised for thirteen years?" I yelled.

My uncle – or more specifically, Neji's father – Hyuuga Hizashi also looked at my father, eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. He was my father's younger brother by a few seconds, them being twins. Hizashi held no grudges against me or my father, him being fine as the King's most trusted advisor, a title that he was proud of and wouldn't give for the world.

"Hiashi, are you mad?Have you been listeningto yourself?" Hizashi asked.

"Hanabi is dead to me," my father darkly whispered, "She is worthless."

I was ready to rebuke him, tell him Hanabi was a strong girl who could fend for herself. I wanted to slap my father, leave a red mark on his cheek and on his heart, for letting my grandmother's poison seep into his body. My younger sister was stronger than anyone could ever think, being able to think for herself and live the life she wanted even with the binding chains.

"H – how could you? I thought you loved, Hanabi! I thought you wanted Mother's name to live on –"

"Hinata," he sharply interjected, "Hanabi is dead to me, and so is your mother."

I sat back on my seat, too paralyzed by the change in my father, and continued to stare at him. Neji cast me a comforting glance, but remained by my side, as was his job and obligation to do so. His father stared at my father with the same incredulous look present on my eyes.

"How could you have given in to our stepmother's poison,Hiashi? You loved Haru more than you loved anything in the world! And now, just because she is watching above us in the heavens, you no longer defend yourself from Noriko's poison?"

Tears began to well in my eyes when I heard my father break the thin ice with his harsh words.

"I once loved Haru and Hanabi, but they both have left me."

His words were so icy cold, so blinded by my grandmother's dark desires.

Every second I lived brought my world crashing down before me, the memories, the people, the love, the pain all enshrouding me and suffocating me with the mixed scent.

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I dearly wished that fairytales were not just childish fantasies of true love, happiness, and completion. I wished that they were a truth of this world, where everybody could live their ideal fairytale with no binding chains.

Ah, but of course.

Such fairytales are just fabricated realities, ways to escape the harsh truth of the real world going on around us.

But still...

...I wished I could live such a world, even with my binding chains.

I have had enough of turmoil and chaos, broken hearts and broken glass.

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A/N:So, there you go! Just a random brainstorm, random plot...
Anyway, so yeah.
Hope you enjoyed it.