Summary: Hinata had everything planned out to perfection. 1. Marry Sasuke And 2. Live Happily Ever After. But plans change. And now he has to win her back. Let the Wooing Begin.......Main Pairing: Sasuke/Hinata

Minor Pairings: Well, you'll just have to wait and see won't you. But at this point it is open for suggestion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable from Naruto. I'm simply borrowing the characters for a while and promise to put them back when I'm done.

Prolog:

Six Hours:

"Everything is absolutly perfect."

Hinata Hyuuga, soon to be Hinata Uchiha, met her grandmothers warm eyes in the soft reflection of the vanity mirror. Both women shared a knowing smile, identical opal orbs shining with irrepressible happiness.

"You look beautiful, Hinata. Sasuke-"

"Better keep his wandering hands to his own damn self till after the ceremony!"

The blushing bride turned her attention to her best friend sitting off to the left. Ino shook her straw colored locks, letting them graze her shoulder's in tight curls. She picked uncomfortably at the clingy pink material hugging her figure. Ice blue eyes met Hinata's in an exasperated glare.

"Hina, you know I love you, but what that hell were you thinking when you saw this Pepto Bismol pile of ruffles in the shop window?"

"Gee. I really hope this dress turns my 'second' best friend into a terets suffering drama queen whilst we wait in the minister's office for the start of my wedding?"

Ino rolled her eye's in the direction the burnette in the corner and stuck out her tongue. Quisitive brown orbs lifted from the word puzzle book and narrowed at the blond.

"I saw that."

"Wow, Ten. That was hilarious. Espescially that part where you said 'second' best friend. Because last time I checked, it was I and not you, that sported the coveted Maid of Honor shoes." She pointed a well manicured finger down at the strappy heels hugging her size 7's.

Tenten pushed up the wire rimmed frames sliding off her nose, a pout adorning the lightly freckled face.

"Hina only did that because she felt sorry for you, Ino. She knew that being the Maid of Honor was the closest you could ever get to an alter."

"Whatever." Ino turned back to the mirror with a flippant wave. "Do I need to retell the story about the time Genma and I snuck into the Catholic school sanctuary and had hot steamy se-"

A stern voice cleared her throat from the doorway. Both girls shared an accusing glare before shooting guilty looks towards the matriarch.

"Ino, could you please learn to control your language and mind your surroundings. This is a church not a brothel." The aged Mrs. Hyuuga made a pointed stare towars the buxom blond before narrowing her eyes at the dual bun-haired girl in the corner. "And Tenten, the derogatory comments aimed at a person's inability to gain interest from any respectable man due to her questionable night life, although true, are unneeded."

"Sorry Gi-Gi." Tenten snorted behind her hand at Ino's shell shocked dispostition.

Hinata looked on the exchange with a small smile of contentment before refacing the mirror. She smoothed the creases of the material stretched across her bust with lacy gloved hands. Her grandmother's pearl's around her neck; mother's creamy silk wedding dress hanging off her shoulders. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the world around her going silent. This was how it was supposed to be.

Perfect.

Even when Ino threw the Holy Trinity paper weight at Ten, who in turn deflected the projectile with the closest shield manifested from a picture of the crucifiction off the wall behind her.

Perfect.

--PageBreak--

Hinata lifted her face from the desk; eyes lethargically slitting at the hallway door where whispering voices laced with concern and pity exchanged beyond. She then turned puffy, red eyes to the blinking clock next to her hunched figure.

'5:00 pm.'

She sniffed, letting her head fall back onto the desk with a defeated sigh.

6 hours she sat in this room watching the minutes pass as slowly as individual lifetimes.

6 hours of wrinkles pressed into the train of her ivory gown.

6 hours had passed and she had yet to say I do.

6 hours she cried questioning her value.

6 hours.

6 hours.

7 hours ago, everything was perfect.

She scoffed, choking back another wave of burning tears and bile.

Perfect?

God, she hated that word.

A/N: I love when people review. It inspires me to update quicker (hint hint). Seriously though, I love reading feedback from you guys!

Oh just so you know "Gi-Gi" is a nick name for Grandma. My siblings and I used it growing up for ours. So I just figured it works.