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title: left 4 wed
note: maybe i'll start writing again? i haven't read the manga in months, unfortunately. but i had this conversation with my brother about it where he told me: "yeah, they resurrected madara." to which i replied: "what are you talking about? madara's alive..." and he said: "nope." and i asked: "well then who the shit is that other guy?" and he grinned and said: "EXACTLY."
other note: this thing was inspired by the picture below
summary: weddings were supposed to be joyful occasions but on that day, neither of them were particularly joyful
disclaimer: i do not own naruto
He could tell she wanted to cancel the wedding. After losing her maid of honour just weeks ago, he could tell she wasn’t sure if the ceremony was worth it. Naturally, hearing her say she didn’t want to the bother with the fancy clothing and boring service would have been a dream come true for him; he would have been perfectly happy signing the papers and having a private celebration between the two of them. But he couldn’t bear to bring up the idea of cancelling the wedding with how sad she’d been recently.
And now that he was seeing her in her dress, he was glad they went through with the ceremony.
“Sasuke!” she spluttered, seeing him at the door.
He almost smiled at the gun pointed directly at him. “Where do you keep that?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know?” she teased, locking it and putting it on the table. “And what are you doing here? You know that it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
Sasuke shrugged. “We already have bad luck.” He went closer and touched the satin of her gown. “And I thought you wanted a short dress.”
“I did,” Sakura admitted. “But… this is the one Ino wanted.” Her jaw clenched and she took a deep breath. Crying would ruin her makeup.
“I’m sorry,” Sasuke said, sighing tiredly.
His apology shook her out of his sadness. “What?” She put a hand on his arm and looked up at him imploringly. “What are you talking about?”
“About… Ino,” he replied. He wrapped his arms around her when she stiffened. He knew she wasn’t crying (something told him that some form of Ino was in her head bitching that her makeup would get ruined that way), but it felt nice to have her in his arms. Sasuke rested his chin on her head and sighed. “And that we waited so long.”
Finally, she pulled back, although only enough to be able to look at him. “What do you mean?”
He snorted. “We’ve been engaged for three years,” he pointed out.
Sakura smiled at that. “That is a long time, isn’t it?”
Sasuke had proposed years ago, seven months before the Mangekyou outbreak. Being one of Uchiha Corps’ heads, however, left him feeling guilty about his company’s remarkable fuck up. After the incident at the Sound facility, the M-virus infected countless people and spread through the entire world. People were either infected, turned into mindless zombies focused only on obtaining sustenance, or killed to be that food.
Knowing that it was his family’s legacy that destroyed everything, Sasuke was ashamed. Knowing that is was his own brother who released the virus made things that much worse.
As a result, Sasuke swore to put finding a solution to his family’s mess before finding his own happiness - happiness with Sakura.
“I’m not mad,” Sakura quietly admitted. “Yes, I wish we married years ago, but I know that finding a cure or at least saving the ones who aren’t infected is important to you.” She held him close and sighed contentedly. “I’m just glad we’ve both made it this far.”
Sasuke nodded and leaned into the embrace. “Me too.”
She grinned and giggled and it was as if there weren’t zombies lurking outside the locked doors of the building. “And I’m just glad I’m finally marrying you.”
He finally allowed himself a smile.
“Me too.”
note: maybe i'll start writing again? i haven't read the manga in months, unfortunately. but i had this conversation with my brother about it where he told me: "yeah, they resurrected madara." to which i replied: "what are you talking about? madara's alive..." and he said: "nope." and i asked: "well then who the shit is that other guy?" and he grinned and said: "EXACTLY."
other note: this thing was inspired by the picture below
summary: weddings were supposed to be joyful occasions but on that day, neither of them were particularly joyful
disclaimer: i do not own naruto
He could tell she wanted to cancel the wedding. After losing her maid of honour just weeks ago, he could tell she wasn’t sure if the ceremony was worth it. Naturally, hearing her say she didn’t want to the bother with the fancy clothing and boring service would have been a dream come true for him; he would have been perfectly happy signing the papers and having a private celebration between the two of them. But he couldn’t bear to bring up the idea of cancelling the wedding with how sad she’d been recently.
And now that he was seeing her in her dress, he was glad they went through with the ceremony.
“Sasuke!” she spluttered, seeing him at the door.
He almost smiled at the gun pointed directly at him. “Where do you keep that?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know?” she teased, locking it and putting it on the table. “And what are you doing here? You know that it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
Sasuke shrugged. “We already have bad luck.” He went closer and touched the satin of her gown. “And I thought you wanted a short dress.”
“I did,” Sakura admitted. “But… this is the one Ino wanted.” Her jaw clenched and she took a deep breath. Crying would ruin her makeup.
“I’m sorry,” Sasuke said, sighing tiredly.
His apology shook her out of his sadness. “What?” She put a hand on his arm and looked up at him imploringly. “What are you talking about?”
“About… Ino,” he replied. He wrapped his arms around her when she stiffened. He knew she wasn’t crying (something told him that some form of Ino was in her head bitching that her makeup would get ruined that way), but it felt nice to have her in his arms. Sasuke rested his chin on her head and sighed. “And that we waited so long.”
Finally, she pulled back, although only enough to be able to look at him. “What do you mean?”
He snorted. “We’ve been engaged for three years,” he pointed out.
Sakura smiled at that. “That is a long time, isn’t it?”
Sasuke had proposed years ago, seven months before the Mangekyou outbreak. Being one of Uchiha Corps’ heads, however, left him feeling guilty about his company’s remarkable fuck up. After the incident at the Sound facility, the M-virus infected countless people and spread through the entire world. People were either infected, turned into mindless zombies focused only on obtaining sustenance, or killed to be that food.
Knowing that it was his family’s legacy that destroyed everything, Sasuke was ashamed. Knowing that is was his own brother who released the virus made things that much worse.
As a result, Sasuke swore to put finding a solution to his family’s mess before finding his own happiness - happiness with Sakura.
“I’m not mad,” Sakura quietly admitted. “Yes, I wish we married years ago, but I know that finding a cure or at least saving the ones who aren’t infected is important to you.” She held him close and sighed contentedly. “I’m just glad we’ve both made it this far.”
Sasuke nodded and leaned into the embrace. “Me too.”
She grinned and giggled and it was as if there weren’t zombies lurking outside the locked doors of the building. “And I’m just glad I’m finally marrying you.”
He finally allowed himself a smile.
“Me too.”