I believe everyone knows where this story was headed, I planned to have the last chapter out on the 25th, but of course things don't ever work out how I plan them. . So here it is, a few days late, but at least I got it out during the month of December. Also, this is the shortest chapter, I wanted to keep it very simple.

Big thanks to: Crystaldrops14, Kawaiiitahina123, DrownMySoul, Yuki Kaze!!!, L

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does, nor do I own The Nut Cracker and The King of Mice, by E.T.A. Hoffman

Title: The Best and Last Christmas

Rating: T

Type: Short Multi-Chapter Story

Authoress: Ilostmyplace

Description: She was sick, her Christmas was miserable, but her uncle changed all that. The only thing he did was give her a red haired doll.

Chapter four:

Simply, The End

Christmas had been sad that year, because upon the morning of the twenty-fifth of December, when everyone ran down to get their presents from under the tree, they came across a sleeping body. However, the body wasn't peacefully sleeping, a small line of blood coming from the corner of pale lips was testament to that. This unmoving body belonged to one Hyuuga, Hinata. She lay there, on the couch, her eyes closed and Sasori secure in her arms. Hiashi cried that day, the last time he'd cried was when his wife had passed Hanabi cried as well, pleading for her sister to come back, saying she was sorry. Even Neji allowed a tear or two to fall, the only one that did not cry was Hizashi.

Her body was buried that day, once the coroner was done looking it over, having concluded that her heart and lungs had give out on her while she slept. It had been painless he told them. The funeral was very short notice and expensive, though money wasn't an object, and Hiashi made sure everything was nice. So under the waning light of day they got ready to lower her casket into the ground, though Hizashi stopped them right before it happened. Opening up the casket he placed Sasori with her. He said he had meant for her to keep the doll always, and it was no different now.

More tears were shed as her casket was lowered into the ground, many taken over by grief because she was such a good girl, they all thought it was unfair that she died so young. She truly had been one of a kind. However, maybe people wouldn't have been so sad, or felt so bad had they known she was in a far better place and no longer in any pain.

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"Hinata, Hinata, come on Hinata, wake up." Sasori gently shook the sleeping figure, snuggled under the thick purple comforter. "Five more minutes?" She asked, rolling over onto her other side, fully intending on sleeping some more, if he gave her permission or not. Sasori shook his head a little bit, knowing he would have to compromise with her, but he didn't mind. "No, not five more minutes, you have to get up. Everyone wants to see their new princess, who will one day become their queen." After he said this Hinata rolled over to face him, smiling a little bit.

Sasori placed his hand on her cheek. "I promise, after everyone is done ogling you, and being amazed we'll come back and lay down. I know how much you like to sleep." He said, moving his hand from her cheek to her hair, giving it a bit of a ruffle.