Her clothes and various other articles of importance were all neatly folded and put in her suitcase with great care. She stooped down and buckled the straps of her suitcase.
Two more days. She had two more days to complete her mental check list.
Grimacing, she left the hotel room and locked the door behind her. Now off to her first task.
She stood patiently at the gates, her hands clasped behind her securely, waiting for them to open for her. Without much further ado, they opened wide, welcoming her within and letting her begin her long trek down the driveway.
The walk from the street all the way down to the mansion was shorter than she had hoped and remembered it to be; she was still too nervous. Taking a deep breath and shaking her hand to clear the jittering sense running through it, she rang the doorbell.
It took a minute before it was answered by the growling owner, "What?" An expression of both shock and mild disgust spread across his face, "Hinata?"
Hinata knew she shouldn't't feel hurt by the look on his face; she deserved it. She stared at his shoulder, still too much of a chicken to look at his eyes, "H-hello, Neji."
He continued to stare at her silently and Hinata couldn't help but feel that the vow that she had taken not to be unnerved by him was slowly crumbling. Clearing her throat and mind, she said, "May I come in?"
Neji stepped out of the way without a word and let her come in. His eyes were blank and held neither hospitality or hostility, Hinata found this stare even more intimidating than an angry scold or shout; at least then she could tell what would happen.
Without bothering for small talk, Hinata asked almost immediately, "Can you bring Tenten down too, please?"
Silently, he left her standing in the foyer by herself to fetch his wife. It hadn't taken long before the thumping of Tenten's usually light feet race down the stairs towards Hinata was heard and she had thrown herself at the other woman.
"Hinata! Dear lord! It's been a week since you ran off! We were going to call the police," Tenten sobbed into Hinata's shoulder; Hinata hoped the tears were just the by product of a hormonal, pregnant woman instead of a friend concerned for her beyond belief, it gave her too much guilt. "I was so worried."
Hinata awkwardly patted her shoulder, "I'm sorry." She gently pushed away her friend and took a deep breath, preparing for what she was going to say.
"Okay, guys." Good, good; her breathing was steady and she hadn't yet started shaking or bawling from the pressure, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For running away, for dumping myself and all my problems on you-"
"Oh, Hinata, you don't have to worry about-" Tenten began and took a step towards her.
Hinata held out her hand, "Please, let me finish, Tenten." Getting ready for the next blurb of her mini speech, she took a deep breath, "And I am going back to Wife Search. I am."
"You're what?" Neji growled, "You are not-"
"Yes. Yes I am." Hinata said firmly, "I'm sorry that you don't like that. I'm sorry I'm disappointing you, Neji, but I'm going to do something I want."
Tenten finally made her way up to Hinata and put both hands on her shoulders, "If you want this, go for it, please. I want you to be happy, and if being with a prick that may make you feel special makes you happy, then do it." She grinned and let her arms drop.
As much as Hinata wanted to throw her arms around both of them, she refrained and gave a strained smile, she merely gave a small bow of her head and rested her hand against the door knob.
