Being from a powerful family was certainly something you hated. All the unneeded attention and fake admiration you'd get daily would make you wish you could just run away. And of course, you couldn't.
It was a pleasant evening, dozens of associates could be found in the main hall. It was just another meeting your parents had organized in order to find a proper husband for you. You were sitting in your bed, daydreaming as you stare at the window. A firm knock on your door lets you know that he has arrived.
You slowly walk downstairs, taking a look at all the guests, all the well-dressed ninjas among them enjoying themselves. Your eyes suddenly lay on a face you don't recognize. Presumably your soon to be husband. His soft black hair was tied up with a red ribbon, laying on his firm shoulders. His exquisite posture made his silhouette enchanting and strong. The more you looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. You kept going on until you met his eyes, his ebony eyes were the ones that made you realize. That was an Uchiha. The realization made your eyes widen in shock, only to be met by his gaze. You quickly turned away, running towards your room. You knew about the remaining Uchiha, about the massacre, about how a simple look in his eyes could lead you to your end. About the dangerous organization he was a part of.
You locked your door, hoping your eyes had only tricked you. You close your eyes, hoping to calm yourself until a sudden knock on your door alerts you. You carelessly reach for the door, not opening it.
"C'mon sweetie, what's taking you so long?" You never particularly enjoyed your aunt's presence, but her voice coming from the other side of the door made your whole body relax for a moment. You slowly open the door, meeting her worried gaze as you take a step outside. "Oh dear, what happened?" Her hands slowly touch your shoulders in a comforting manner.
Too bad that didn't last long.
In the blink of an eye, two kunai were shot in her direction, precisely hitting her neck and lower back. Her body slowly fell against you, covering your fancy attire with her thick red blood. With her out of the way, you could now see it. Downstairs, a genocide happened behind the Uchiha. Your eyes locked with his for a second, before your whole body tensed up, you could feel the adrenaline in your veins.
You mercilessly pushed your aunt's body out of the way, proceeding to abruptly close your door, then locking it. You didn't pay attention to the sound of her bones breaking with the impact on the stairs, you couldn't even notice your legs giving up, allowing you to fall on the cold wooden floor. His eyes, his intense gaze terrified you, but still, you couldn't help but feel attracted to it.
Strong knocks could be heard from outside, you knew such a weak door wouldn't save you from them. You bury your face on your knees as you hug them against your chest, allowing the ribbon tied on your silky hair to fall on the floor. A brief moment of silence gives you a second to breathe deeply as the tears stop falling.
Your body tenses up as a cold hand touches your hair, brushing it with their hands. You reluctantly turn your head back, only to meet the Uchiha's face. His eyes are focused on your hair, he carefully ties your hair with the ribbon before meeting yours. This time you can't escape, you don't want to.
His soft hand moves to your face, caressing it as his calm voice announces.
"I am Itachi Uchiha, your new husband".
