Title: Last Christmas
Disclaimer: Don't own. Prolly never will.
Song: "Last Christmas"
Rating: PG-13 (T)-- There's a glimmer of a sex scene
A/N: Bleh. All righty. This one isn't too Christmas related, except for the ending. Read and enjoy!
Hands touched her stomach. She wasn't smiling, like any pregnant woman would. No, the white eyed heiress was crying. It wasn't that she didn't want the baby. She didn't want to remember what had happened. Why her baby wouldn't have a father. Why her father was going to probably have a heart attack if she didn't get married soon. She was at the end of her line of sanity.
She straightened her back and touched her fingers to the silk of her kimono. She was going to do the only thing she could think of to cover up the fact that the man she loved had screwed her and tossed her away. She sighed softly and knelt outside of the shouji screen of her cousin's room. She slid the door open and dipped her head low, snow haloing her dark hair.
"Neji-nii-san?" she called softly, sliding open the rice-paper door. Her eyes flicked up to see her long haired cousin crosslegged on the floor meditating. White met white, curiousity met tears.
She set her hands into her lap, tears sliding down her cheeks. A flash of remembrance.
The moonlight created a spotlight on the bed. Black met white, a clash of color and a compliment of lust. Her hand touched his cheek, brushing sweat from his brow. He leaned on his elbows, settling himself between her legs. She whispered a few sweet somethings into his ear before, with a scream and a quick thrust, he entered her completely.
She looked up again, hands clenching one her skirts. "Neji-nii-san, I need some help..." Her voice broke off.
He stared at her, brow furrowed. "What is it?" he wondered audibly.
She stood and stepped into his room, sliding closed the door. She knelt before him again.
"Is that it?"
"Marry me." A statement.
White met white again. "What?"
"Please, Neji-nii-san. I won't ask you for anything else."
Days passed. Rumors of marriage were all over the hidden village. Questions were asked, but answers rarely recieved.
Her hand touched his during a family meeting. His eyes caught hers. She nodded knowingly.
"Otou-san," she said quietly, standing up. "May I make an announcment?"
"I'm engaged. To Hyuuga Neji."
He nodded softly, ignoring harsh whispers and nods that it was happening. "All right. When is the marriage?"
"Next week." His eyes widened. She smiled meekly and knelt beside her fiancé. She touched his hand again, and he held it in his own.
More rumors were spread. Some of that the pair had already consumated their marriage. Others that she had been attacked and was pregnant because of it.
He signed his name and held the pen out to her. She took it with a smile and wrote out her name. The marriage was legal. She looked out at her friends and family, holding her husband's arm. She saw dark eyes.
Black clashed with white. Her smile never wavered. She looked outside, holiday snow drifting to earth. She held closer to her husband and they walked through a sea of people. She looked up at him. "Merry Christmas," she whispered to him.
"This is the best gift ever."
They stopped. She touched his cheek and kissed his bare forehead.
There may be a few mistakes in this one. The library computer doesn't have spell check. If there are any mistakes, please review and let me know. Flames are accepted, especially if they are helpful.
Mm'kay. This is the first one-shot of my Twelve Days Of Christmas series. The song I used is Last Christmas. I hope you liked it.
Hugs & Kisses,