Run
Her father was an uncompromising man. He demanded nothing less than the best from everyone he encountered. Just because she was his daughter she was not let off easily. If anything his expectations were even higher. As a child she had nearly crumbled under the weight of his gaze, unable to meet his eyes for even a second.
She was older and wiser now. She'd faced foes far stronger than her father. Yet she still felt like a little girl as she sat across the table from him. Hinata swallowed her nervousness and rose to serve tea to her father and Naruto as soon as a branch member placed the tray on the table.
"It's been far too long Hinata. You are no longer a kunoichi." Her father admonished and she dipped her head shamefully.
"Hinata might not be a kunoichi but she's pretty busy." Naruto defended. "Did you know she made over a hundred cupcakes yesterday? The old grannies and grandpas loved em!"
Her father cleared his throat at her fiances defense, unused to someone interjecting the way he did.
"Be that as it may we are still your clan. A visit every now and then wouldn't hurt."
Hinata nodded, her heart skipping a beat at her father's veiled affection. Naruto was still disgruntled by his cold attitude but then again he'd never been able to decipher her father's words. To him, he sounded cold and distant. To her, he said 'I miss you'.
"I suppose there is a reason for your visit today." He said, direct as always as he lifted his teacup to his lips.
Hinata glanced at Naruto who smiled proudly as he grabbed her hand.
"We've decided on a date for the wedding."
Her father cocked an eyebrow, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Have you now? Very well."
He snapped his fingers and the sitting room doors opened to allow several branch members to enter. They were all armed with binders and pens. Swathes of fabric and measuring tape. Hinata gulped as they descended, anxiety creeping into her bones. The Hyuuga were ready to plan a wedding.
Her wedding.
Naruto gave her hand a light squeeze, a bright smile ever present on his face. The sight normally gave her comfort. She should be excited but all she wanted to do was run.