Title: Fairytale
Pairing: Hinata/Naruto, Karin/Kiba, Shika/Tema, Ino/Itatchi, Neji/Ten, Sasu/Saku, Hinata/OC
Summary: Because no matter what anyone said, life was never meant to be a fairytale. Not really.

A/N Eh. Just needed something to get me started i guess. Its pretty ... not so good. This is possibly the worst thing I have ever written. I need to get inspired. The song is: Fairytale by Sara Bareilles.
 

Italics are lyrics, Normal is the story (or lack therof).

Cinderella’s on her bedroom floor.
She’s got a, crush on the guy, at the liquor store.
‘Cause Mr Charming don’t come home anymore.
And she forgets why she came here.

Hinata sat on the floor, running her fingers through the carpet of the high-tech apartment, she and her husband Naruto, shared.
But it was Kanto, not him, that she thought of as she smiled.

His smile was amazing, his black hair permanently windswept. Kanto was just a civilian, working at the store on the corner. And he was definitely not her husband.

She fell asleep there, dreaming of a happily-ever-after with him.

And Naruto didn’t come home to wake her, and move her to the bed, not three feet away. He never came home anymore. So she was free to dream.
Well Sleeping Beauty’s in a foul mood for shame.
She says none for you dear prince,
I’m tired today.
I’d rather sleep my whole life away,
Then have you keep me from dreaming.

‘The mission had been exhausting.’ Temari decided as she collapsed onto her bed, ready to sleep for the next week.

“ Hello gorgeous.” Shikamaru purrs in her ear as she begins to drift off, “How ‘bout you and I -”

“Shikamaru, No. I’m tired.”

“But baby, I’m out on a mission tomorrow and then we’ll only be able to dream about this for weeks. You can sleep later.”

“Nara” She’s getting really annoyed now. All she wants is to sleep, why cant he see that. “I’d rather sleep now see you again than do anything but sleep at this time of night.

Shikamaru flopped back on the bed. “Troublesome.”

Cause I don’t care,
For your fairytales.
Your so worried bout the maiden,
Though you know she’s only waiting,
On the next best thing.
Next best thing.

“Isn’t he dreamy?” Hinata’s sigh could barely be heard over the pounding music of the club. The guy in question, Kanto, walked past the girls, much to Hinata’s excitement.

“Hinata, your married, remember? Like me, and all, well, most of the others.” Sakura motioned to Tenten, Ino, Karin and Temari. Who sat around the table with them.

“I don’t care anymore. Fat lot of good that’s done us anyway.” Hinata was glaring at her ring. As though it was to blame for all the problems in her marriage. The problems that only she and her girls could see.

Sakura sighed, but didn’t push her point. Hinata was right after all

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The men watched over their wives from the other side of the room. Seeing nothing out of ordinary - just ‘happy’ wives, gossiping about sweet nothings.

Men can be so naïve.

Snow white is doing dishes again,
Cause what else could you do,
With seven itty, bitty men.
Sends them to bed and she calls up her friend, says,
Would you meet me at midnight.

Karin’s hair swung as she moved her arms, working her way steadily through the piles of dishes surrounding the dish washer.

The life of a single mother was hard enough, being a single mother with seven kids was just plain horrible.

“Okay boys, time for bed.”

A simultaneous ’night’ later and she was alone in the kitchen, energy levels high and no-one for company. Well, except him.

She dialled the phone, twirling the cord around her finger.

“Hey Kiba. The kids are asleep. I’ll meet you at our spot at midnight alright?”

“Bye”

At least Kiba could be relied upon to supply some kind of release from the monotony. It didn’t hurt that he was cute either …

The tall blond lets out a cry of despair says,
Would have cut it myself
If I knew men could climb, hair.
I have to find another tower somewhere,
And keep away from the windows.

Ino let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Her lifes work lay on the ground, torn and tattered, like a common dish cloth.

She flung her canvasses and paints into her bag furiously. How could he?

Itatchi had been her knight in shining armour, her escape from her foster parents. Then he had to ruin it all.

“Bastard!”

That’s it. She was finding another house somewhere, and keeping far, far away from the windows.

Windows meant people, which meant men, which ultimately, meant heart-break.

And Ino sure as hell wasn’t putting herself through that again.

Damn Itatchi. Damn him to the fiery pits of hell.

Cause I don’t care,
For your fairytales.
Your so worried bout the maiden,
Though you know she’s only waiting,
On the next best thing.
Next best thing.

The girls sat around the T.V. discussing their “Perfect” marriages. The ones no one but themselves could see the flaws in. All the people ever saw in their relationships was perfection.

And no matter wether their husbands realised it or not their relationships were as far as perfect as they came.

Because really, after those idiots, they’d be willing to settle for anything.

Once upon a time in a far away kingdom,
Man made up a story said that I should believe him.
Go and tell your white night,
That he’s handsome in hindsight.
But I don’t want the next best thing.

Tenten turned to the priest. “Will you the me the papers or not? I want a divorce, understand? I’m not drunk, nor on any kind of drugs, so:
Give. Me. The. Damn. Papers.”

“Are you sure Mrs Hyuuga? Has your husband been ignoring you? If so I would suggest talking to him, telling him he’s handsome, saying how much you appreciate him. It really can do wonders.”

Tenten eyed the papers on his desk, shifting through the papers in her hands to make sure she had one of everything, she left.

“I don’t want the next best thing father. And I won‘t have it. Not anymore.”

So I sing,
Hold my head down.
And I break these walls round me,
Can’t take no more,
Of your fairytale love.

Sakura’s head was bent as the other wemon talked about their amazing husbands, their darling kids. But she didn’t speak, she never spoke at the meetings, until now.

“SHUT UP! You live fairytales, your lives are perfect, everything goes your way! I get it. Bu do you have to talk about it all-the-fucking time?” She was yelling by the end of her speech, eyes blazing with fury.

And she broke through the walls that held in all her anger, all her pain.

She had, had more than enough of their ‘perfect’ fairytale love.

I don’t care,
For your fairytales.
Your so worried bout the maiden,
Though you know she’s only waiting,
On the next best thing.

“YOU DID WHAT?!?”

“I told them off Ino, I’ve had more than enough of them and their ‘perfect lives’. Its just rubbing salt on the wound.”

“Sorry Sakura … Say shouldn’t you be getting home by now? Sasuke might start to get suspicious.”

“Ino, all he’ll be worrying about is whether or not I’ve gotten hurt. He is Sasuke Uchiha, he wouldn’t get the hint even if it marched next to him all day belting the konoah national anthem in his ear.”

“We have a national anthem?”

“I know, I was surprised too.”

I don’t care,
I don’t care,
Worry bout the maiden,
Though you know she’s only waiting,
Spent her whole life being graded,
On the sanctity of patience,
And a dumb appreciation.
But the story needs some mending,
And a better happy ending.
Cause I don’t want the next best thing,

“I’ve had it!” Hinata’s voice rang through the marble halls of the hyuuga compound. “I’ve had enough Naruto. I spent my whole life jugged for
waiting for you by people and being thought inferior to everyone else. But feeling like that is nothing compared to this. I loved you! Loved you.

Since the moment I saw you. But even then you never appreciated it, were married now and you still don’t appreciate it, don’t appreciate me.
Sorry Naruto, but were over. I want real love, not the next best thing, not this. I want my happy ending, not a dead-end life with you.”

And with that she flung her wedding ring at him, running to her room with tears pouring down her face. Tired of having the next best thing.

Tired of being the next best thing.

No, no baby I don’t want the next best thing.