She is innocent as how she is twisted.

He stares into the distance with eyes that only reflect stillness. At this point in time, he sees beyond what his kekkei genkai grants him. He recalls everything like it's happening once again; the rough, husky scent of sweat-slicked skins harmonizing with each other; the measured pants and heavy breathing as their chests met and departed over and over; and the loudness of their pants and their moans that vibrated throughout the secluded room of the Hyuuga mansion.

He breathes in the thick, humid air and his long, yet callous fingers dance along his lips, fantasizing hers instead. The way their tongues molded around each other, fighting for domination and the pleasure that rippled back each time. He brings his hand into a fist, clenching it hard his knuckles are ghost white, he clenches it hard as how he held her thick, supple thighs nearly in mid-air; in and out and in and out he kept going.

The arousing feeling brings a stinging pain to his chest as his enclosed hand sweeps over to it. He presses his fist hard against his left breast, hoping it would ease the pain somehow.

It doesn't.

A knock on the door awakes him from his reverie.

"Neji-san, it's time to escort her."

And so he walks with grace and finess; he walks with every bit of these that still remained. His knees feel like they are about to buckle as he takes a step closer: a step closer to never taking another step ever again. Oh, how he badly wants to turn back, but yet, he wants to run, to run to her room, and to seize the opportunity to carry her in his arms tenderly and run away with her; run away from everything they had put that pure-white mask on, run away to be pure and impure together... just like they had both agreed to.

"There's no point in wearing that beautiful dress of yours." Neji flatly remarks, staring into her eyes with white-hot passion.

"...nii-san?", a stroke of pain changes her features. He bites his lip.

He gives a weak smile. "I would've had already stripped you off of your remaining purity by then."

"I...see."

"Will you promise me that?"

"...nii-san... Of course." she takes light footsteps and cups his face into her hands.

"You're the only one... who's worth giving it to..." he closes the distance between her and-

He knocks on the wooden rim of the pocket door thrice.

Promise... one.

Me... two.

That... three.

And there she is, beautiful as ever, clad in the pure-white wedding kimono. She smiles ever-so sweetly at him.

"You look beautiful today, Hinata-sama."

She is innocent as how she is twisted.