[Naruto] Of Wedding Dresses
The dysfunctional shipping meme is still open, even if I do suck at doing these things in a timely manner.
Also, have some fic.
Title: Of Wedding Dresses
Author: runespoor7
Rating: PG
Summary: A kunoichi’s wedding rarely goes as planned. Gen.
Tsunade never gets to wear hers. Yet she has already bought it, in provision for when Dan did ask; she should have known better than to tempt fate. She gives it away when she leaves.
Ino gives hers back after the mission is over. The dress is beautiful, but even if it weren’t village property, she wouldn’t want to keep it. The man is dead, and Ino is a widow.
Sakura’s regular clothes are red like happiness by the end of their fight. Sasuke stops trying to kick Naruto’s arms off from around his legs as she pulls her fist back, straddling him. The rain is pounding on them and her heart bursts into a hymn.
Hinata knows there is a precious kimono pressed in a family closet. She’s never seen it; she knows what it looks like from the photograph of her parents’ wedding. It would be an honor to put it on, but she doesn’t intend to wear it.
Kurenai dresses in black until she starts showing. Her baby will not have a mother in mourning.
Tenten dreams, a little, when no one is looking.
Kushina says no, no, no, and in her grave they put both headbands. In place of a dress there’s a shroud.
Temari, they joke, is married to her fan; she taps the weapon against the ground when she waits for Shikamaru, annoyed at his lateness, secure in the knowledge that he’ll never ask.
Mikoto sewn hers, long and quiet, and she secretly embroidered her love for him on the fabric, each stitch a wish for the future.
Anko really wanted to help Kurenai choose hers. When Asuma dies, she throws all the catalogs in the Interrogation garbage bin and only goes home when Ibiki drops her at her apartment, roaringly drunk, before she goes to see Kurenai in the morning.
Karin makes sketches she tears into shreds before she’s done; she’s never happy with how they turn out.
Tayuya is seriously offended when Jiroubou mentions the word, and she doesn’t speak to him for a week. That’s how long he spends in recovery.
Rin had wanted one, though she thought about it less than about the man for whom she’d wear it.
Chiyo leaves for a mission on her wedding day, after the ceremony; war doesn’t wait. She runs a hand on the silk before she leaves, knowing that when she comes back she’ll find the fabric as a skirt for her sister, a scarf for a richer woman passing in the street.
Hanabi sometimes wishes she could play dress-up like other little girls her age, and sometimes she pretends kunai are hair ornaments, even if she can never put them in her hair.
Shizune, during her travels with Tsunade-sama, sometimes stops in front of a shop window and wonders why these shops don’t exist in Konoha.
Also, have some fic.
Title: Of Wedding Dresses
Author: runespoor7
Rating: PG
Summary: A kunoichi’s wedding rarely goes as planned. Gen.
Tsunade never gets to wear hers. Yet she has already bought it, in provision for when Dan did ask; she should have known better than to tempt fate. She gives it away when she leaves.
Ino gives hers back after the mission is over. The dress is beautiful, but even if it weren’t village property, she wouldn’t want to keep it. The man is dead, and Ino is a widow.
Sakura’s regular clothes are red like happiness by the end of their fight. Sasuke stops trying to kick Naruto’s arms off from around his legs as she pulls her fist back, straddling him. The rain is pounding on them and her heart bursts into a hymn.
Hinata knows there is a precious kimono pressed in a family closet. She’s never seen it; she knows what it looks like from the photograph of her parents’ wedding. It would be an honor to put it on, but she doesn’t intend to wear it.
Kurenai dresses in black until she starts showing. Her baby will not have a mother in mourning.
Tenten dreams, a little, when no one is looking.
Kushina says no, no, no, and in her grave they put both headbands. In place of a dress there’s a shroud.
Temari, they joke, is married to her fan; she taps the weapon against the ground when she waits for Shikamaru, annoyed at his lateness, secure in the knowledge that he’ll never ask.
Mikoto sewn hers, long and quiet, and she secretly embroidered her love for him on the fabric, each stitch a wish for the future.
Anko really wanted to help Kurenai choose hers. When Asuma dies, she throws all the catalogs in the Interrogation garbage bin and only goes home when Ibiki drops her at her apartment, roaringly drunk, before she goes to see Kurenai in the morning.
Karin makes sketches she tears into shreds before she’s done; she’s never happy with how they turn out.
Tayuya is seriously offended when Jiroubou mentions the word, and she doesn’t speak to him for a week. That’s how long he spends in recovery.
Rin had wanted one, though she thought about it less than about the man for whom she’d wear it.
Chiyo leaves for a mission on her wedding day, after the ceremony; war doesn’t wait. She runs a hand on the silk before she leaves, knowing that when she comes back she’ll find the fabric as a skirt for her sister, a scarf for a richer woman passing in the street.
Hanabi sometimes wishes she could play dress-up like other little girls her age, and sometimes she pretends kunai are hair ornaments, even if she can never put them in her hair.
Shizune, during her travels with Tsunade-sama, sometimes stops in front of a shop window and wonders why these shops don’t exist in Konoha.