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The house was in disarray or at least the Hyuga version of it. Hushed whispers and murmurs filled it and anxiety that made the young heiress's stomach do flips and flops. Her dark indigo hair was pinned up with a sliver comb. She was by no means unattractive but her beauty was not one that screamed out at you like her friends, it was subtle hence much more delicate. Her ivory skin that made the dark kimono stand out was flawless and smooth. Some people, from the lower branches, were even afraid to touch her.

Hinata Hyuga was the clan's porcelain doll not to be touched not to be harmed. Once years ago when she was only a child and the only daughter her mother used to be that. The clan's doll but after her mother's demise in child birth she had to take that place as the clan prize possession. Before she hadn't realized how shallow and narrow minded her clan was. That was when she was a child and knew no better. This-what they were doing to her now they had done to numerous other girls in their clan before and they would do it again.

Even the clan doll was not being spared to love on her own. She glanced at her reflection in the long iron framed mirror in her bedroom. The servants had dressed her well; she looked indeed like what they wanted her to be. The perfect Hyuga idol, to doll to be shipped off to whichever recent clan needed a wife for their son.

Though she already knew who they have chosen for her, it was decided from birth. Young girls were bred and trained to make suitable wives for shinobi. It was the purpose for women like her, women who were not fit for the fight or allowed to, they were turned into wives and trained to be mothers. It was a grim life but it was her only one.

Cocking her head to the side she touched the expensive material of the dark blue kimono. She looked beautiful. It amazed her how they made her look nothing like herself. She didn't even look human, she looked too perfect. Hinata's ideals of beauty differed from her clan's. They thought that in order to be beautiful you had to dress expensive, wear make-up and go all out. She appreciated beauty, like her mother did. A rose in its simplicity was beautiful and because it had a flaw. It had thorns, it was still beautiful.

Setting her mouth in a thin line she gathered the skirt of her kimono up, revealing her geta but still hiding the kunai her cousin gave her when they were twelve in her thigh. Now wasn't the time for her to run, after the party she would. When everyone is so consumed with each other she'd slip out and make her escape.

This future may have been enough for her mother and the women before her but it wasn't enough for her. She'd get out before it was too late and she was sent off with her new husband. She'd escape.

Sasuke Uchiha hated the parties. Especially when he had to attend them, his yukata was uncomfortably hot though he felt the cool night breeze on his handsome face. His dark hair fell to his face ever so often, he regretted growing it out at times it reminded him of his brother's but maybe it was his way of remembering him. Itachi was probably laughing at him somewhere in the afterlife. His little brother dressed up to go for his supposed wife. A woman he had no recollection of ever seeing in his life but probably did. Most likely years ago when his parents were alive, it was a regular practice for clans to auction off their daughters to the most prestigious or wealthy clan.

He was the only plausible choice in Konoha.

Folding his arms he leaned against the cold wall of the well decorated ball room that was ten times the size of his best friend's apartment. All of this for the engagement, all of this for a girl. Hiding his disgust with a cup of sake, Sasuke could think of better ways to spend his time than this.

All of this could have been avoided but that would be too easy for the Hyuga, too simple for the second most powerful clan in the village. They could have handed the girl over to him and did a small ceremony. Shaking his head he wondered if the girl knew that she was being shipped off to marry Konoha's most ruthless and coldblooded killer.

He wondered if she knew that he had killed more people than he could count or cared to remember.

The room silenced and the doors opened slowly, revealing a bunch of young girls who belonged to the lower branches with bandages wrapped around their foreheads concealing the curse mark. The cup fell to the polished floor.

Empty, it echoed but no one heard in the iron tight silence.

The Hyuga's famed porcelain doll had graced them with her perfection.

She was perfection.

Her pale skin glowed under her seemingly heavy dark kimono and her dark hair pulled away from her heart shaped faced, large innocent lavender eyes staring back the world. Like an owl. Angelic was a word that could be used to describe her as she moved amongst them. The prize of her clan for a reason that now was apparent to him and she would be his.

Narrowing his eyes he watched how the material moved against her lithe form, she was graceful as well. An easy smile on her face as she did so, she was careless beautiful it made him almost cringe. No one was that wonderful.

This was the Hyuga doll.

This was Hinata Hyuga.

He remembered her now. The way she moved nothing like the way she was all those years ago. This was not a human before him. Humans were flawed. She was an angel, she was perfection. She was his.

Sasuke grinned before walking through the crowd to meet her.

This party wasn't so bad after all.