Marry Your Daughter
sung by Brian McKnight
fic written by simplyme26
"Well?" Hiashi urged harshly, impatience and irritation in his voice.
Hiashi's intimidating aura did nothing to help the frantic nerves in Kiba's person. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face. "Sorry." He grinned nervously, fingering the small velvet box wrapped in his fingers and kept hidden inside the large sleeves of his kimono. "I'm kinda nervous about being here. I'm not even sure what to say yet, so sorry if I take too long."
"I'm a rather busy person. I'd prefer you start soon." Hiashi warned in a deep baritone, sending the boy a frightening glare.
Kiba swallowed nervously, licking his chapped lips. "Uuh, well.." He lifted his hand, revealing the navy box. Hiashi raised a brow in deep interest. "It's for your oldest, Hinata."
Hinata? Hiashi didn't even know they were serious enough for this boy to decide to ask for her hand. How long had they been together? Six months? A year? Two years?
Unaware of Hiashi's musings, Kiba carried on with his announcement. "I know I'm not the best choice. I mean, you'd probably want someone within your clan, you know, to preserve the secrets of the Byakugan.. or- or someone with huge political influences.. And I know I'm none of those.." Kiba chewed at his bottom lip nervously, his heart hammering against his chest. "I know my clan isn't some prestigious family.. I can't provide her with the pleasures of wealth, or have her dress in expensive clothes.. but..
"I love your daughter.. The first time I saw her, I knew I'd say I do. And as cheesy as it sounds, she's my everything.. I can't even think of what would happen if she left.
"I've seen her cry.. so many times, for so many reasons, and for all those times, I've been there for her. I've always been there for her.. So you don't have to worry about me treating her bad, 'cause I'm going to give her the best of me, till the day I die.
"She will be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life. All I want, Hiashi-sama, is to marry your daughter.. and make her my wife."
Kiba looked behind, towards the closed doors, a face-splitting grin forming in his face. "You hear that, Hinata?" He laughed as the doors slowly slid open, revealing a shocked and teary-eyed Hinata. She bit her quivering lips to keep from sobbing, but the tears continued to fall.
"I wanna marry you.." He muttered, watching as she made her way across the room, his lips stretching in the widest smile and his heart pounding in heavenly bliss at the sight of her. "You'll be the hottest bride.." He chuckled, shakily showing her the ring and watching as she choked back a sob. His heart soared. He threw an arm around her shoulder, pulled her flush against him, and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
Turning back towards Hiashi, who surprisingly had the barest of smiles on his lips, Kiba let out a tired yet relieved sigh. "Bring on the better or worse, and till death do us part, 'cause I got my vows down." He bellowed confidently.
"Let me marry your princess, Hiashi-sama . . ." Kiba looked down lovingly, at who he hoped would soon be his bride. "And I'll make her my queen."
"I do think it's about time for the happy couple's first dance! Come on out here, Mr. and Mrs. Inuzuka!"
The entire crowd laughed and applauded at the use of Hinata's new last name. It was surreal, Kiba thought, knowing his last name now came after her first. He realized, her name sounded so much sweeter now.
Kiba watched as Hinata glided across the dance floor towards him, in that beautiful, detailed dress she looked absolutely stunning in. He didn't know she could look prettier than she normally did. Apparently, he was so lucky that his wife- his wife- happened to be a woman that was beautiful all the time.
"Hey, Mrs. Inuzuka." Instantly, Kiba's heart swelled. Actually calling her by his last name sounded so.. right.
A glowing Hinata blushed furiously at her husband's greeting. Happily, she placed a hand over his outstretched, open palm. Kiba guided her to the middle of the dance floor. Once there, he pulled her close, resting their foreheads together and waltzing to the most appropriate song.
Gonna marry your daughter, and make her my wife. I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life. Give her the best of me, till the day that I die. I'm gonna marry your princess, make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen. Can't wait to smile, as she walks down that aisle on the arm of her father.
On the day that I marry your daughter.
"It's like 'Inuzuka' was made for your name." Kiba murmured with a fanged grin.
Hinata nodded meekly, their foreheads rubbing together. "It sounds very.. right, doesn't it?"
"Yeah.." He'd thought that too. "All that's missing now is those red fang marks, and maybe a dog-" The way she stiffened and the horrified look on her face was enough to make him burst into laughter.
As it dawned on Hinata, who previously had a deer-in-headlights look on her face, that he was kidding, she let out a relieved sigh. "You shouldn't joke about those kinds of things, Kiba-kun." She scolded playfully.
Recovering from his laughter, Kiba pouted cutely. "Why, don't you like red fang marks?"
Hinata had to giggle, if only a bit, at the adorable face he was issuing her. "Oh no, no! I like your fang marks." She shrugged sheepishly. "I just don't think they would suit me very well."
"Inuzuka suits you well." He said pointedly. "And anyway, I was just kidding. I know you find my fang marks very hot." His brows bobbed up and down knowingly, earning a loud giggle from Hinata. The sweet chime of her laugh placed the biggest smile on his face.
"I hope father hadn't heard what you said." She whispered once her giggles subsided. "I don't know how he would react."
He snorted. "Like he doesn't hate me enough."
She gave her a curious look, snaking her arms around his neck. "No matter how much it may look like it, I'm very certain father does not hate you."
"Yeah?" He sent a cautious gaze at the man who watched them almost glaringly. "Cause it looks like he's about ready to kill me."
"Father doesn't hate people. He simply doesn't trust them."
"He still doesn't trust me? After I worked for days on that kickass speech?"
"Oh, he trusts you." Hinata smiled, pressing their lips in a sensual but curt kiss. "Why do you think I've never been chosen for an arranged marriage?"
Kiba's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Because.. he was waiting for me to propose?"
She giggled again, making him smile, then shook her head."He was waiting for someone he trusted for my hand."
"Well," Kiba grinned, proud that he'd passed her father's test. "I'm glad daddy's on our side."
Once again, Hinata laughed, the loudest and happiest she's had in months. Kiba admired his wife, as her angelic giggles soothed his ears. He chuckled at the sight of her. Meanwhile, Hiashi smiled to himself. All the glares he'd received from the elders for refusing to give away his eldest was well worth it.
"If you wish to keep him on our side, Kiba-kun, I suggest you not call him that anymore." She grinned blindingly.
He nodded. "Fine. But when WE get a girl, I want her to call me daddy."
"What if we get a boy?"
He smirked knowingly. "Then we'll keep trying."
Instantly, Hinata reddened, burying her face into her husband's shoulder in embarrassment.
Kiba thought she was unbearably adorable. "And by the way," He spoke gently into her ear. "I was right."
She turned her head so that her cheek rested on his shoulder and her lips were a hair's breadth away from his ear. "About what?"
He kissed her neck. "About you being the hottest bride."
Can't wait to smile, as she walks down that aisle on the arm of her father. On the day that I marry your daughter.
A/N: OHMYGOD. If you have reached this point, I urge you to LISTEN TO THIS SONG. I swear, you will melt once you hear it and understand why I had dedicated a fic to it. Seriously. Go to YouTube and search. Right now.