I awoke in the dark, dank room of my cell. Alas, I dreamed of my savior and was not saved. His face was still fresh in my mind, Gaara, oh Gaara. Time was nonexistent in here, I unaware of the time that has past, but the burn on my side was starting to heal. A crack of light appeared, and two figures entered the room. A light flickered on and a strange woman and my father appeared.
The later spoke first "This is Yuki, she is here to make you look presentable for your wedding today" My father's words shook my brain, he was to get his plan started today, I was to be married, then killed. It was a cruel thought and darkness pulled over my body. His hand reached out the stroke my face and I flinched away from his touch. I pulled my eyes shut and kept them like that until a closing door was heard.
"You can open your eyes now, he is gone." The woman who was introduced to me as Yuki spoke. She had dark blue hair and silver eyes, they over all effect was breathtaking, she was beautiful. Her eyes were kind and her voice had been soft and gentle. Despite what she was here to do, I trusted her.
"Thank you." My voice was quiet.
"I am sorry, I wish I could help you, but that man has my family and I need to free them."
"Do not fret, all you can do now is make me look presentable, I trust you." Her cheeks tinted pink at my last three words and she helped me into a standing position.
For the first time, I surveyed my cell. It was obviously once painted a pale blue but now the walls were covered in mold and had many cracks. The floor was made of stone and looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. The room was obviously a bearer of many memories and I am sure the stories it could tell would be endless.
The blue haired Yuki dressed the burns and thickly coated them in bandages. I let her strip the remnants of the clothing off. After that she took a washcloth and washed my grimey skin. It felt good to be clean, I felt better with the grime of the time in my prison being washed away. She applied a thick makeup over my skin on my arms and face, and I couldn't help but realize how pale the cream was, I used to be tanned golden brown, but this was so pale it was practically white. Yuki then slid a white gown over my head. It was a sleeveless dress with a large skirt that fell to my ankles. The entire piece was beaded with gold. It was a reminder of how little my father knew of me, this dress was the opposite of what I had always dreamed of.
"There you go, now your beauty challenges that of the blooms of the flowers in the spring." I cringed inwardly at the words. The woman grabbed my hand a lead me out of the room. I remained barefoot and padded after her. I was lead down halls, but I paid little attention to it, I stared solely at the ground beneath my feet. When we stopped it was in a white room with large windows and a grand doorway. I could only guess that through those doors was the chapel in which I was to be married in.
A pair of shoes came to a stop beside mine and I looked up to see my father, in a crisp suit, looking down on me.
"Be good." Those were the only words of encouragement he gave me. Pachelbel's Canon could be heard as the grand doors opened, it was a beautiful wedding march.
The chapel was decorated with white flowers and purple ribbons and six people stood in the aisles. I looked down the aisle to see my fiance, he was handsome, but nothing in comparison to Gaara. The man's blond hair almost matched my own and from the distance I could still make out the striking green irises. This was it, this moment was one of the last in my life. Was this it? Was this life? Is this all I get? A small moment of light in my world of dark until the pure black took everything from me, a small part of me died in this moment, a small part of my cried, but all of me worried for Gaara. How would he fare of the news of my death, because is that was all this marriage was, my parting day from sanity, and my parting day from life? I took my first step forward and I walked to where the man I was to be married to stood. A man whose name I didn't know, whose face I didn't recognize, whose being I didn't love.
It was a quick ceremony and we both spoke the standard vows. There was no look of happiness in my soon-to-be-husband's face, he obviously did not want to do this too.
"Do you Inaba Shigeo take Nagasaki Amaya to be your wife?"
"I do." His words came out gruff and sharp.
"And do you Nagasaki Amaya take Inaba Shigeo to be your husband?" I hesitated, I couldn't say no, but I desperately wanted to. I looked towards my father, he warned me with his eyes to not say no.
"I..." My words were cut off by a loud banding, the door had been thrown off its hinges. In a raging hurricane of sand stood Gaara. His anger filled the room and frightened all of the people here. Behind him stood an army of people from both the sand village and the leaf village. I couldn't believe how many people came to save me. Temari and Kankuro were there, with a fierce look of hatred on their faces. To the side of them stood Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, and Sakura; the friends I had made at the party. All of the participates in the wedding, with the exception of me, were held in bindings of sand, which kept the frightened people from moving (it's not like the would anyways).
"Get the hell away from her, you bastard!" The harsh words growled out of the mouth of Gaara.
Hello people of earth! I am excited to get this chapter out but I am sad to say I will no longer be updating on Wednesdays, with the end of school nearing I have been having lots stuff to do and honestly I really don't want to fail so I am sorry. On other terms, I still really wish y'all would say something, but I am no longer going to beg, it is your choice whether or not you review, but I will keep up my work either way! Okay, well goodbye and have a marvelous day/night/whatever!
P.S. Sorry Soulless Poet I tricked you with the whole Gaara saved her thing in the last chapter, but I promise this one wasn't a dream!