I'm so sorry this is late! I couldn't get inspiration and then today, I broke my Mom's shot glass (my parents collect them)

and VOILA! Chappie I Forget was born!

So, I hope you enjoy. I know it's short, but you're gonna have to deal^^

Six Days Before Wedding Date . . .

Hinata sighed, pressing the tips of her fingers to her temples as she, Temari and Shikamaru stood in the ballroom where the reception of the wedding would be. People ran around, careful to give her a wide berth as they tried to get everything in order. The woman was only five-foot-four, but in her three-and-a-half inch taupe Lulu Bebe slouch boots, black draped skirt and cashmere caramel Trina Turk cowl-neck poncho, she looked too professionally calm not to be angry. Temari nibbled her lip as Shikamaru stared at some distant point above all the chaos.

Suddenly, there was a crash and Hinata jumped. All three whipped around to see a team of men scrambling to collect shards of a cut-crystal Tiffany vase. The one Hinata had ordered so that there would be one on every table, with a single red rose blooming in the middle. It would have looked very elegant, had they not now be one vase short. Hinata looked ready to burst into tears as the man apologized about a million times for the inconvenience.

Temari reached out and placed a hand on Hinata's shoulder, her glossed lips stretched into a soft smile of comfort. "Don't worry Hinata-kun. We can order another one."

Hinata's shoulders drooped as she reached up and pressed the tips of her fingers to her forehead. "You don't understand, Temari-chan. Those vases cost me two-hundred dollars—each. It's not that simple, unfortunately." She frowned as Shikamaru held up his checkbook. "They will put us eight hundred dollars over budget."

"What?!" Temari stared at her in shock, her mouth wide open. "H-how did we get that far over budget?"

"Well," Hinata pulled a small purple spiral notebook from her black Marc Jacobs tote bag. "There were the extra roses we had to pay for, which was two-hundred and put us fifty dollars over, then you suggested we get the vases for the tables, which put us quite a few hundred over, then there were the rose petals for the bedroom—Oops, shouldn't had said that . . ." She eyed the notes for a moment before give a sigh and dropping the notebook back into her purse. "Anyways, we're way over budget."

Temari reached out and grabbed the nearest man to her, growling in English in his face. "You tell your boss he's paying his OWN money for that vase. And he better get the right one, understood? He is not to show his face until that vase if paid for, starting the minute you tell him, got it?"

The man nodded and she let him go, watching as he scrambled away. Shikamaru shook his head. "So threatening."

She rolled her eyes and looked to Hinata who was frowning. "Shut up. And I believe that takes care of our situation."

Hinata brushed her blue/black bangs to the side and nodded. "Yes, it does. But he'll probably never want to work with us again."

Temari dismissed the statement with a wave of her manicured head, the peridot gemstone in her engagement ring sparkling in the winter morning light. "Oh, he'll deal. I bet we're his best paying customers."

Hinata nodded and headed towards the tall arched walnut double doors. "That's true. Thankfully, the wedding location should be finished. This is just for the reception. I needed to find a big enough place for all one-hundred guests to dance and have enough room to maneuver for tables and chairs and such." She looked over her shoulder and sighed. "I'm just thankful that this place is large enough."

"Don't worry," Shikamaru said lazily, walking out behind his fiancé. "Soon, there will be another--Oomph!"

Hinata whipped around and stared as Temari slapped a hand over his mouth, glaring at him. "What were you saying, Shikamaru-kun?"

"Nothing," Temari said, narrowing her eyes at Shikamaru. "I'm sure he meant nothing."

Hinata shook her head, causing her ponytail to swish and turned around heading down the narrow hallways of the building. "Choji-kun has some cake samples he wants you to try out. And then we have to chose a menu." She sighed, pulling out her Blackberry Storm. "Hanabi has to make a few alterations. The order for the shoes should be in." Her eyes widened and she whipped around. "Omigosh! The tuxedos!"

Temari watched as her friend speed dialed the tailor, converting to Japanese as she babbled away. "I know I should feel panicky right now, because you know, it's our wedding and all, but I think Hinata's got that covered for us."

Shikamaru gave her a lazy look. "Personally, I think you should feel ashamed for saying that."

She punched his shoulder and he shot her a glare. "Shut up, you lazy bastard." She rushed after Hinata in her tan suede round-toed Versace pumps.

"You're marrying this lazy bastard!" he called after her before sighing and following after them in his regular lazy jaunt.

-

"Oh. My. God!" Temari wrapped Choji in a tight hug, ignorant to his blush. "Did I ever tell you that you are amazing? I mean it, man! You're awesome! Amazing! Darling!"

Shikamaru gave him a lazy smile. "Thanks man, again."

Hinata sighed and tossed him a soft smile before walking to a desolate corner to talk into her phone. Choji frowned as she walked away, turning to Shikamaru. "Is she all right? She looks really tired."

"It's called being a wedding planner." Shikamaru eyed Temari as she began searching through one of Choji's restaurant menu. "She's got a lot on her mind, what the company and everything else. And the ballroom where the reception is being held is complete chaos. They even dropped one of the Tiffany vases. Two hundred dollars—each."

Choji cringed before shaking his head. "That's brutal. Especially if she was just renting them for the occasion."

Shikamaru shook his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark rinse Calvin Klein jeans. "I feel sorry for her. Along with going global and being the first woman to run the Hyuga Inc., she's got a lot on her agenda. This is only adding to her pressure."

"So you're feeling guilty?" Choji inquired, raising an eyebrow as Shikamaru rubbed his neck. For a second, they were both quiet, watching Hinata she began to gesture and groan a lot more. Shikamaru sighed. "I don't know, but I do know that if I don't stop Temari now, she'll eat you out of house and home."

Choji blinked and stared at the empty plates on the table. "Oh. Okay then."

-

Hinata tugged up her sweetheart neckline, reaching behind her neck and pulling on the strings that were connected to the dress. Hanabi had decided strapless was going by far too sexy for a wedding and had added straps to the dress. Now, they were sexy, light-blue halter top gowns, with dropped waists and possibly a white band of silk around the hemline. It was very pretty, but it was making Hinata restless, the way Hanabi kept adding things on and taking things off. The dresses should have been done a month ago.

Hanabi frowned, facing her sister. "I'm not happy."

"Hanabi," Hinata sighed, reaching back and undoing the strings. "They're beautiful, really. Gorgeous, in fact. Please, don't say that. I've got too much to deal with. I don't need you adding on and taking off anymore."

"Yeah," Ino said, lifting the light blue skirt of the gown and revealing the many layers of tulle to make the dress puff up. "I mean, seriously! I liked them better when--,"

"No!" Hinata put a hand up and lifted her skirt, stepping down from the stool she had to stand on. "Please, don't, Ino-chan. I know you're being helpful, but it's not needed. They're perfect Hanabi, honestly." She gave her younger sister a smile and quickly padded across the hotel room to the bed where her clothes were. "Perfectly perfect."

Sora nodded, smiling at Hanabi. "I like them. And what's even better about is that I can wear it again. I've got a lot of functions that require this type of dress."

Hanabi nodded, seemingly unconvinced. "Okay then. I guess I can get them to you by tomorrow. Is that okay?"

Hinata pulled down her white cami, smiling brightly. "Perfect, Hanabi. Just in time too. I really think this is going to go as planned."

"That's good," Sakura slid out of her dress like the rest of the girls, revealing her slip. "I was afraid something might happen and we wouldn't be able to do anything."

TenTen sucked in a breath. "Don't say that! You might jinx us!"

"Oh!" Sakura placed a hand over her mouth as Ino and Temari burst into laughter. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Hinata sighed, placing a hand on her forehead. "Don't worry, Sakura-chan. I've had to deal with worse."

"Yeah," Ino winked at Hinata, pulling on her large white floral tunic over her light gray skinny jeans. "She's dating Uchiha Sasuke, remember? If you can deal with that, you can deal with anything."

Hinata ignored their laughter as she grabbed her vibrating purse. Her eyes widened at the caller ID and quickly answered, placing one finger in her ear to block out the nose.

"Hinata," Hiashi's voice was surprisingly calm but demanding. Whatever he had to say was important. "Can you be home in a day?"

It wasn't a question. It was an order in demand.

Oooooooh, that's what you're doing. You're wondering what's gonna happen next. You're wondering why Hiashi called, aren't ya?

Well, that's for me to know and for you to know why XD

I know, a cliff hanger (is it?) But you have to understand, I need to keep you on the edge of your seat! How else can you keep reading? Everything isn't going to go perfect^^ And I know, it's supposed to be yen, but I messed up, so imagine she ordered from where they are, okay?

I know, I'm so evil. Deal. XD ~CocoaAngel95 is outtie :]