A/N: Hello everyone. I feel like this is a major chapter in my fic. It has a little bit of lemon at the end (for those who don't know, lemon = sex). Enjoy!

The Price of Honor

Chap. 4: Hell of a Week!

The sun was setting and Hinata was readying for bed. Wearing a long lavender night gown with noodle straps, Hinata was brushing her hair just after getting out the shower. The house was warm so she wouldn't catch a cold in the chilled winter's air. Even though it did not snow in Konohagakure during winter, it still got pretty cold. After Hinata was done with her hair, she went and got into bed.

Hinata thought about all that's happen since the war, which started nearly a year ago. The people of Konohagakure had warmed up to the idea of having her as ruler, but only after they got over her not have the usually 'stick and barriers' that previous rulers had. She had just celebrated her twenty-first birthday with the whole country as a festival. And the messages from Sasuke had indirectly stated that it seemed like the war would be over soon.

Yes, things have been going well especially considering they were in the mist of war. Hinata closed her eyes as a peaceful sleep consumed her.

. . .

"Wake her up now," someone's voice yelled which thrust Hinata out of her sleep. Her eyes flew open just as her upper body jerked upward. Three men, three men were in her bedroom, three men who she did not know. Two men were standing on either side of her bed and the other was standing in her bedroom doorway.

"Oh…she's up now," look at whose captain obvious. "You're coming with us," the man on the left side of her bed said. Hinata tried to move away from him but her back ended up hitting the bed's headboard.

Hinata couldn't quite understand what was going on. Was she being kidnap? That hasn't happen to her since she was three. When the man grabbed one of her wrists, she tried to get out of his hold. He tightened his grip and she cried out.

"Idiot," the man at the door yelled. Hinata recognized the deep, throaty voice from the same one that woke her from her sleep. He walked over towards her bed and then he backhanded the man that had held her wrist, sending him flying across the room and into a wall. Damn. "The queen is not to be harmed in any way."

The man, who seemed to be the leader of the bunch, wrapped his arms around Hinata's waist and lifted her out of bed. Getting a better look, Hinata could see the man was handsome; his black hair looked almost as shiny as hers, his eyebrows was very thick which gave him a manlier look, and she could tell he was muscular from the way he held her so indifferently.

The man carried her all the way to the king's tower and into the throne room. Hinata was going to complain about being out in the open cold air in only her night gown, but she decided to stay quiet. When the man settle her on her feet in front of the throne Hinata looked up and saw a handsome red haired man sitting in the iron throne chair.

He looked about the same age as her, maybe just a little bit older. He wore a long black trench coat with a crimson colored shirt that was held close by buckles instead of buttons and black pants. He had tanuki-like black eye rings, which drew attention away from his non-existing eyebrows, and he a kanji on the left side of his forehead. Hinata was surprised to see a cracked gourd leaning on the side of the iron chair.

The man who'd carried her in the room bowed to the redhead and said, "My lord." He moved away from Hinata and stood near the side of the throne.

Hinata looked up at the man who sat in the king's chair. Feeling a little confident, Hinata decided to question the man who was obviously the one in charge. Hinata forced the words out fast and hard so she wouldn't be caught stuttering, "My I ask the name of the man who dares to sit on the king's throne?"

The redhead smirked, "I am Sabaku no Gaara, King of Sunagakure, and now, King of Konohagakure as well."

Hinata's breath caught in her throat, but she exhaled slowly and began to speak again. "W-what give you the right to claim such a title as King of Konohagakure?"

The corner of Gaara's mouth twitched just once, a clear sign of annoyance or some other impatient emotion. It was unseen by most but Hinata caught the action. "Because I am who killed Sasuke Uchiha. I can have his corpse brought in if you do not believe me, but I must warn you that he body is not as you last saw it…"

Hinata swallowed. If Sasuke's body was badly mangled she didn't want to see it, but she could not afford to take Gaara's word for it. "Proof is r-re-required for such a thing as this," Hinata said, embarrassed that she stuttered. "May I ask if you brought back any other bodies….for grieving families?"

"No," Gaara said flatly. He nodded his head to one of his guards standing at the door, the man quickly left the room and Hinata assumed it was some unspoken command. "But we have other things to discuss, Queen of Konohagakure."

The guard came back with two other men that were carrying a stretcher. They walked until they were stand beside Hinata. The guard pulled back the cover that was over the body on the stretcher and revealed only Sasuke's face to Hinata. She was both devastated and relieved. She was devastated because she could not challenge Gaara's right to be on the throne, by all means he had conquered Konohagakure. But she was relieved that Sasuke's face was not mangled, she did not want to be left with a horrified image, it must have been the rest of Sasuke's body that Gaara was referring to.

"And what are the other things that you want to discuss with me….King Gaara?" Hinata asked, defeated.

Gaara's smirk returned, he nodded towards the guard once again and the men left with Sasuke's corpse. "Well there is really only one thing I want to talk with you about, and that is your marriage to me."

Hinata's eyes widened in shock, "B-but I am Sasuke's-"

"Widow," Gaara said. "Don't look so hurt, your marriage to the Uchiha was political too. You have no loyalties of the heart to him, from what I heard you and he got married the same week he went off to war. So why deny my proposal?"

"How would our marriage be political? You have no r-reason to marry me other than it's just something you w-wanted to do." Hinata stated, feeling a lot colder than she did just moments ago. How could this man expect her to turn around and marry him when her husband's body wasn't even in the ground yet. She may not have loved Sasuke, but she certainly wasn't about to marry his killer.

"It will make the transition of king easier for your people and they're less likely to die that way. Now that Sasuke Uchiha is died your clan would want you to stay with whoever holds the title of king, right?" Gaara asked.

Her clan could care less as to what she does now that she no longer has the last name of Hyuuga. "The people will rebel against you if they want to, a marriage to me will not change that."

Gaara seemed to give some thought to what she said until the man who had carried her into the throne room spoke up. "If I may Lord Gaara," he paused until he got confirmation then continued, "I believe the people may still rebel against you, but I also believe a few youthful springtime words from Queen Hinata will calm them down enough where you'd have nothing to worry about."

"And what led you to that conclusion Lee," Gaara asked.

"The fact that every person we past in the queen's home tried to stop us from getting to the queen with their lives." Lee said bluntly. Hinata's eyes widened, how in the world she had been able to sleep through the sound of people fighting in her home. It might have been because all the people in her home were lesser and couldn't put up much of a fight from clandred.

"Well I would say that puts a little more weight into my proposal, wouldn't you agree Queen Hinata?" Gaara asked.

"No," Hinata said quite loudly. "Those were people I've lived with for nearly a year now. You can only interpret their actions as something you'd do for a loved one."

At that statement Gaara chuckled, he turned to Lee then jerked his head towards the door, and Lee ran off. Standing up from the iron throne chair Gaara slowly walked down the steps and made his way to Hinata. "And what would you do for a loved one?" He was now standing directly in front of Hinata. Hinata didn't like the way his voice sound and she feared what he was about to do next. "You may doubt your worth to the people, but I don't. And since that hasn't convinced you, maybe this will."

Gaara took one of Hinata's arms and spun her around. Kneeled on the floor before them was Hinata's cousin Neji. His body was bruised black and blue with cuts everywhere and one of his eyes swollen shut, but even though he looked next to death he was still alive. Hiinata expected everyone who had left for war to be dead after seeing Sasuke's body, but it seemed she was wrong. Thank the gods she was wrong.

Hinata lunged for Neji, but before she reached him, her body was jerked back by Gaara's hand that still held her arm.

"What would you do to guarantee the safety of someone you love?" Gaara rephrased his question from earlier to suit the situation. Lee grabbed a fistful of Neji's hair and jerked his head back to make Neji winces in pain. "You can protect the ones you love by accepting my proposal and I promise that no harm will come to them by my doing, as long as they mean no harm to me. So what would you do?"

Hinata wanted to cry, somehow this lunatic found out that Neji was her cousin. Hinata feared Gaara would kill him just because she said no. "I would do a-anything," Hinata answered.

"I need you to say the exact words Hinata, because when the time comes you will have to repeat those same words for all to hear."

"Y-yes, I will marry you King Gaara. May I tend to my cousin now?"

Letting go of her arm, Gaara moved to the side and extended his arm as if to lead the way. "My queen," Gaara said, the term would have seemed affectionate if his voice wasn't so cold and flat.

Hinata ran to her cousin and kneeled in front of him. She hugged him so gently that she wondered if he could only feel the heat generating from her body. But that was all Neji's body could bear to feel.

"In a few days the funeral of the Uchiha will be held, I expect you to handle the details for that." Gaara said looking down at them. "Then we'll be married, the only thing you need to worry about when it comes to the matrimony is being able to say 'I do.'"

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Hinata wore a dark navy blue silk chiffon gown with gorgeous sapphire crystal accents along the sides, midriff, and shoulders on the day of funeral. It was raining the day of Sasuke's burial. Even though Hinata was getting wet she was happy it was raining. For it to rain on the day of someone's burial is a good omen. The only people who didn't attended Sasuke's burial were the recovering warriors and Gaara's army, for many people they weren't just paying their respects to Sasuke, but for everyone who had gone to war and died. Being the only dead body brought back with Gaara's army, his funeral signified the funeral for all.

Hinata cried along with the rest of the people there. She cried for the dead, for the mourning, and for the lost possibility of what life could have been like.

. . .

Gaara wanted to get this over with quickly. He waited for Hinata to return from the funeral so they could get married. He hadn't told Hinata that he planned for them to be married on the same day she set the funeral and that was because he didn't want to hear any objections she might have had about it. But now he was getting impatient.

'How long does it take to bury someone?' Garra thought. "LEE," he called for his most trusted servant and the strongest man he know. "Bring that woman to me, now."

Lee sighed to himself, "Why don't you just let her come back on her own time. She already ain't going to want to marry you on the same day she buried her first husband. She seems gentle enough but why press her?"

"I don't want to do this anymore than she does. The quicker the better," Gaara said.

"But you see the reason in the marriage, she doesn't. You basically threatened her family if she didn't marry you." Lee countered.

"I do recall you standing there pulling her cousin's hair to make him scream, don't pretend that you are innocent."

"I never said I was, and I just did that to add to the affect of your words. I'm just saying if you want to have any chance of have youthful springtime love with Queen Hinata, you're just going to have to do some things you're not used to doing." Lee said.

"Who asked you, shit face?" It seems that had pissed Gaara off.

Lee laughed, "Do you still want me to go get her?"

"I'll give her another hour," Gaara said and jerked his head towards the door, a clear sign for Lee to leave.

. . .

"Shouldn't you go home first to put on a change of clothes before seeing G-gaara?" Tomoko asked out of concern. When Hinata told Tomoko what had happen that night she was taken, Tomoko had been terrified. She was terrified of the situation the country was now thrust in. She was also scared of Garra after seeing him for the first time when she with Hinata. He looked like a man capable of great cruelty and that made her fearful.

"No, I'm sure he just wants to tell me when the wedding will be held. Then I can go home and enjoy my last few days of having my bed all to myself." Hinata said dreadfully. After that, they walked to the king's tower in silence and the rain had stop to a light drizzle. When they stood at the double door of the tower, Hinata turned to Tomoko. "You don't have to go in with me if you don't want to, you can just wait out here for me or go home, it's whatever you want to do?"

Tomoko held her chin up and said, "I'm fine. I'll go in with you like I always do."

Hinata smiled and within seconds they were in the throne room.

"It's about damn time you got here," Gaara said from across the room. Hinata was surprised to see all the council members there and a few important people from some clans. But what shock Hinata the most was to see the same priest who'd married her to Sasuke standing next to Gaara.

"W-what's g-go-going on King Gaara," Hinata asked, unaware that her voice was breaking. Hinata had a pretty good idea as to what was going on, but she never thought that Gaara would have them wed on the same day as Sasuke's burial. If only she had known…

"Well today is the day that we get married. Just about all of Konohagakure's most important people is here, so we've more than enough witnesses here." Gaara extend his hand and beckoned her towards him. Hinata dared not to question him in front of all these people, and Gaara somehow knew she wouldn't.

She took his hand and the ceremony began. The entire ceremony was a daze to Hinata. There were no rings exchange, no declarations of love, and the only thing she could hear was the low sound of water dripping from her gown and everything else was drowned out.

Gaara on the other hand took in everything. Some of the people there believed that Hinata wouldn't marry him, some of them looked at Hinata in disgust, and their where only a handful that looked like they felt sympathy for Hinata. He also saw the way Hinata's eyes looked a little dull, like she wasn't even present.

When the priest was done, Gaara kissed Hinata firmly on the lips. The kiss seemed to knock Hinata out of her trance like state, and Gaara was pleased.

After the ceremony, more clouds gathered in the sky and people made their way home so they wouldn't be caught in the rain. Gaara was still holding on to her hand as he led them home, to Sasuke's old home, to Garra's new home. Lee and Tomoko were not far behind them.

Hinata sighed to herself after they entered the house, when she was about to show Gaara to her room he togged her in another direction. Hinata looked up at him in confusion, but Gaara showed no emotion as to why he led them to another room.

Gaara may have killed Sasuke and took his home, his country, and now his wife, but he would not sleep in his bed. That was the only sign of respect that Gaara could afford to show for Sasuke. It was better that people saw him as a cold-hearted killer that cared for no one. People were less likely to challenge him that way, people were less likely to die that way.

When they entered the room that Gaara had some servants fix up earlier that day, he closed the door behind them and moved towards the left side of the bed and sit down. He began to remove his clothes, starting with his shoes. He saw Hinata was still standing at the bedroom door and decided to say something to her.

"I know you're probably upset about having to marry me on this day but it was necessary." Gaara said. He didn't feel like he had to explain himself to her, but since she was just standing there like a dumbass he figured he must say something.

What was so urgent that he couldn't let her be an actual widow for twenty-four hours? How could he be so damn cold about the whole situation? "May I ask what was so im-important?"

Gaara looked at her, with his shoes already off he walked over to the dresser. "I need to start working. The people need to get use to the idea of me being their leader, and then in a year's time we'll leave and live in Sunagakure. In Sunagakure we'll be remarried for my people to celebrate our union." Gaara sighed to himself thinking it was mostly because she had nothing to do with wedding is what made her most upset. "You can plan and do whatever you want to do for that wedding."

Hinata was beside herself, "W-what? Why do w-we have to leave here?"

"I'm not leaving you here if that's what you trying to imply. Our marriage may be a political one, but it's still a marriage. I'll expect out of you what any man would expect out of his wife, which includes us always staying together and…other things…."

"No, that not what I was trying to impl-" It was at this moment that Hinata realized that Gaara was getting undress. 'Dear gods, it's the wedding night.' Did this man know no mercy?

"Then what were you trying to imply?" Gaara took off his shirt and folded it into the dresser draw, he would have to wear the same thing tomorrow until he went to get more clothes.

Hinata didn't answer, she was too busy staring at the tattoo that covered over half his back. The tattoo was of a raccoon that was curled up into a ball with its tail almost around the whole length of it. It looked very beautiful in Hinata's opinion.

"Did you hear my Hinata? I said what were you tryi-"

"Who did your tattoo?" Hinata interrupted.

"No one," Gaara said.

"Well how did you get it?" She kept on.

'None of your damn business,' Gaara wanted to say. He didn't want to talk about something like that, but then he remembered Lee's words from earlier.

"…if you want to have any chance of have youthful springtime love with Queen Hinata, you're just going to have to do some things you're not used to doing."

Then Gaara thought, 'What the hell a monster like me is going to do with love.'

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with," Gaara stated flatly. "But you do need to start undressing…it is the wedding night." Knowing there was no way around it Hinata just nodded and went into to the bathroom to change.

When Hinata emerged from the bathroom with only a short gown on, Gaara was already in bed. He was shirtless with the rest of his body under the cover, Hinata could only assume the rest of him was just as bare.

When Gaara saw Hinata come from out of the bathroom he was grateful. At least she was beautiful and it would take no real effort on his part to lay with her. When she made her way towards their bed, his penis jerked, clearly excited.

No words were exchanged when Hinata slipped under the covers. No words were exchanged when she took off her gown. And no words were exchanged when Gaara climbed on top of her. Neither one was looking at the other when Gaara thrust into Hinata. But that single movement got reactions out of the both of them.

Hinata bit her lips in an attempt try to stop the scream that was erupting from her throat. After twenty-one years of life, her virginity was finally broken. And dear gods did it hurt like hell. The worst thing about it was that Gaara seemed to be all over the place. His movements were wild and uncontrolled. For a moment she wondered was Gaara crazed with lust or was he just…a virgin.

Unfortunately for Hinata, Gaara was a virgin. He felt that he knew enough about sex since his many talks about it with his older brother, but he didn't expect it to feel like this. Now he knew why his brother was so crazy about it. He was unbelievably surprised when he realized Hinata was a virgin, but then he smelled her blood. Her sweet blood. Blood so sweet he didn't know if he wanted to satisfy his cock now or smoother his nose in her blood.

'What the fuck?' The damn curse must be messing with him again. But he didn't care because he was feeling like he was in heaven on earth.

With the rapid movements of his hips, he thrust deep into her, the friction generated warmed their skins. As he continued thrusting into her wonderfully tight, wet, and hot pussy, he felt the head of his dick throbbing like crazy. And right when Hinata pain was starting to turn into pleasure, it was over.

With her hands Hinata could feel every muscle in Gaara's back clench. Gaara roared out his pleasure for the world to hear as he came hard inside her, his body jerking against her during each release. He dropped on top of her, his mind unable to care if she could breathe or not. At the moment he simply couldn't think. Gaara wasn't sure how long he was on top of her, but when he did have control of his limbs again he moved.

They both were sweaty but Gaara was the one left breathless. What a horrible first experience Hinata must have had. But how was he supposed to know she was a virgin.

'She should have said something,' Gaara thought angrily as he turned his back to Hinata.

Hinata felt so sorry for Gaara, it seemed like it hurt him just as bad at the end, as it did for her in the beginning. The way he roared out in pain and then collapsed. And when he turned his back to her, she almost felt like she'd rape him. She didn't know sex was this hard on men and she could only hope that it would get better for him as time passed.

'I'll give her a little time to recover before doing this again,' Gaara thought, but little did he know that Hinata was thinking something alone the same lines for him.

. . .

In the kitchen, Lee and Tomoko sat in an awkward silence as they drunk their tea. Who would have thought Gaara would be a screamer? Lee and Tomoko were talking about how they became Gaara's and Hinata's servants. That was until they heard Gaara's scream.

Tomoko decided to break the silence first. "So….it's your lord's first time, huh?"

"Uhh… yeah, I guess it is," Lee said. 'At least I hope so, it just ain't right for a man to be the screamer during sex,' then Lee quivered a little, 'must be one hell of a woman.'

"It's Hinata's first time too," Tomoko volunteered the information, knowing that many would assume she wasn't a virgin because of her previous marriage. She smirked to herself, 'But you do hear her screaming like a little girl,' Tomoko thought with pride.

a/n: There goes my biggest chapter so far. A little over 4 thousand words. I felt a little awkward about writing lemon, but hopfully that added to the awkwardness of Gaara and Hinata's first time. I tried to add a little comedy at the end with Hinata thinking that Gaara was hurt, also with Lee and Tomoko conversation. The reason why this chapter is so long is because I wanted for them to meet and have sex in the same chapter (don't ask me why). I tried to make Gaara a little bit of a mean ass that only some people understand. Did I succeed?

Please tell me your thoughts and review.