[AN: Just warning you before you have a cow and flip on me, this chapter contains limes which are light sexual scenes but it also contains cousin on cousin sex scenes, which is also the reason the rating changed, so if you're not cool with that then please click backspace repeatedly, delete history, close the window and back away slowly. Sorry if you still want to read on and I burn your eyes or scar you for life, deepest apologies! Continue.]

Each miserable day was spent doing whatever her family wished her to do, being whatever her family wished her to be, saying whatever her family wished her to say. When she had been in the hospital recovering from the wounds Hiashi gave her, she had let him lie about where they were from. When her friends came to visit her bringing flowers, cards, and teddy bears she shunned them because unless it was her Dufty she would never except a stuffed animal, and also because she deeply hated them.

When she poured tea it was with grace and revered silence, when she greeted somebody she did it with respect and poise, when she fought she was aplomb and fearsome, more than she ever was and this shocked everyone but Hiashi accepted the new Hinata for she was the child he wanted her to be. Every action was false, every word was a lie, every glance was a glare, every heart beat was slow, every fight was obviously won not for Hiashi's affection but for the fact that she knew it was what he wanted to see, simple as that. All these moves betrayed her to Neji for he knew each thing she did was fake.

When she said; "My dear Neji-Niii-san, would you like some tea?" Her voice would be too sweet and honeyed. When she smiled it was a sad smile being forced upon her face with her eyes on fire with hatred of the world she was born into. When she laughed it sounded like the tinkling bells to everyone who heard it, save for Neji, it was a horrid, wretched laugh of a witch before she cast a spell on you. When she hugged, bowed, kissed, cooked, cleaned it was all because strings were forcing her limbs to move, she did not want to move but did solely because she knew everyone wanted her to. By now she was his fiancé and wore a ring upon her finger, the plastic ring she wore was never seen…by her family of course. It was always concealed in her bra, nestled in her bosom and close to her heart.

"My sweet fiancé, our day to become honorable man and wife is approaching fast and I could not be any happier or excited or proud. We will be a fine match made by Kami himself. We were chosen wisely, you are the strongest male and as of late I am the strongest female and also from the highest branch. We shall birth many fine babes, strong sons that will bear the Hyuga name and likeness. Our prestigious lineage will live on in their little pupilless eyes. Isn't that just marvelous? Aren't you excited too? Or is the prospect of marriage not as exciting to males?"

Neji looked up at his bride-to-be. It was true that their wedding would be in a week and that they were both strong, well-bred, high branched, attractive Hyuga's but as true as everything was her very tone and attitude towards it all was fake only to Neji.

"I wish you would stop putting on an act, we both know you aren't the least bit happy about this, in fact you're appalled. I suppose there is nothing to be done about your demeanor. I am excited in my own ways about the nuptials that we were blessedly born into. Now kindly pour me more tea."

"Hai, Neji-nii-san."

She poured him tea ever so slowly, gracefully, and carefully but he knew she wanted to throw that teapot at his head. She would not fight him unless it was scheduled to do so or unless he asked and it would not be the same. The dance moves had changed, the music was not the same, and his partner had tried to lead him in a waltz he hadn't learned. The wedding day came and everything, right down to the dress, was picked out by somebody else. The dress was way too poofy, gaudy, and ugly with a ridiculously long train and huge flowers. She wanted something simple with a few beads here and there, maybe one flower but this was absurd! They were enormous and everywhere! Her hair was pulled up in a respectable unfashionable way and the dress color did not suit her. Her bouquet of flowers was so perfectly plain too.

She lied and said it was the most beautiful dress in the world, she lied and said she loved Neji, she kissed him but pretended it was Gaara, she danced as she was told to, ate when she was told to, and went to Neji and hers new house and undressed. A lifeless doll that was doing as she knew she had to do, was told to do. Her clothes came off in a ruffle of sound waves that landed in a pool at her feet. She laid on the bed, now naked as a newborn baby with her plastic ring hidden underneath the pillow. Neji gazed at his new wife with no outward emotion but inside he felt a boiling sensation in his stomach. There she was practically giving herself to him with her legs open just for him. His wife, his Hinata, His. The possessive Neji let himself give way to passion and pleasure as he undressed himself, shrouded in lust. He straddled his blushing bride, who actually wasn't blushing at all, and proceeded to do what came naturally. He broke the barrier that separated her core and her virginity with one fell swoop. A blessing from heaven came out her mouth, a pain-filled mewl as it broke. Yes, that was his Hinata. Weak, vulnerable, naïve, breakable.

He pounded into her with much vigor but showed no passion for it despite that fact that he both wanted and loved it. Hinata didn't enjoy it, not one bit. Her eyes concentrated through Neji instead of on him. Was that a butterfly on the wall? How did it get there? There was no pleasure, only pain but she gave him his satisfaction, she gave him moans, groans, his favorite mewling, but she didn't mean most of it unless it was pained noises. She longed to see Gaara's face above her, claiming her. Feel his length inside her core that ached only for him. Neji continued his assault, thrusting and thrusting inside Hinata, watching her grip the sheets and toss her head. All fake, but even to him it was hard to see.

It was over all too soon and thank goodness for that. He had done his job, he had spilled the seed that would find her egg and make him a suitable child. He kissed her but still she felt no passion, no heat, and no love even though he possessed all of that for her. When did the dark brown hair melt into short, spiky red? When did those eyes that were of a Hyuga's, round and almost white, turn into narrow, black-rimmed, aqua ones? When did the skin go from pale to sandy? In the darkness of the room nothing was real anymore. Hinata let Neji claim her three times that night, each time he was forceful and rough as if trying to get all of her then merely stopped when all of his seed was in her. As if that was all she was good for.

Hinata took pills that day before, birth control pills. She wouldn't birth a child that belonged to her cousin, to this family, to the Hyuga name. She wanted that child to have red hair, she wanted him to have blue-ish eyes, and she wanted him to have narrow eyes, no eyebrows, her bangs, her intelligence, her kindness, his short temper, his smile, his laugh. She wanted a girl too, a pretty girl with her hair but his eyes. None of them would be cursed with her Byakugan and they would have a good father and they would all reside in the Suna with their Aunt Temari and Uncle Kankuro. A doll she was but even so she would not do one thing for them, birth the child they so desired.