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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Fifty-Nine
Eternal
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August 1, 2010

An hour before sunset, Konoha’s largest park, packed beyond capacity, hosted the . Individuals from worldwide watched with bated breath as the most anticipated wedding the of shinobi world commenced.
A dashing groom stood proud and straight, garbed in a deeply tanned suit emphasized and made unique by it warm orange undertone; starchily pressed and fitted, the sharp get-up highlighted the confidence in his broad shoulders and the pride brimming in his chest.
Naruto was stationed beneath an elaborate arch. Large, rectangular, draped in pearly white silken cloth, its hard edges and sides twined with healthy forest vines and vibrant blooming flora ranging in various hues of orange and finished off in strip lights, it was more beautiful than he thought it would be.
The catalog truly hadn’t done it justice.
He was glad his one solo choice hadn’t gone awry.
Not that it mattered. Not today of all days. Not on the day that he was getting married.
Naruto swallowed, resisting the urge to run impatient fingers through his freshly styled hair. His locks were as tamed as they were going to get, slicked back and stiff with hair spray and he needed them to stay that way at least until the reception.
Waiting had never been one of his strengths, that truth had never been more prominent than this now. His whole body was vibrating restless energy, anticipation a living, breathing presence in his orbit.
He wanted to see her, his blushing bride.
He wanted her beside him tying her life to his at this very moment.
He was ready, he was eager, he was mentally, emotionally, physically prepared to become the husband of the only woman he would ever love in any life that his soul existed.
He swept the crowd for a distraction, finding more than one in the vast sea of people. His precious people and many others stared back at him, those he loved, those that loved him, those that knew him, those that knew of him. Their own Daimyo and others of his ilk, Kages from every elemental nation, leaders from far smaller territories. People he had helped in his childhood, those he’d saved as he grew from boy to man, those who’s lives he’d changed with naught more than a smile, a kind word, or a retelling of his feats and accomplishments.
An ocean filling Konoha’s park to overflowing and even still, there were some faces missing. Faces he’d never see again, never again in this lifetime and it hurt him.
It hurt him to have Iruka standing in his father’s place.
It hurt him not to see his mother’s fiery red hair blazing brighter than sunlight.
It hurt him not to hear the harsh smack of a hopelessly perverted toad sage trying his luck with the female guests.
It hurt him to know the Hyuuga’s prodigy wouldn’t be the groomsman walking his bridesmaid teammate down the aisle.
There were many, many missing people that hurt him as he took inventory of those in attendance, even so, he still had a smile for those in the afterlife. Those he’d tell all about his wedding day when they finally met again, when there was time to talk and laugh, reminisce and love.
For now, until that time, he would commit every minute, every second of this event to his memory.
A choirs of coos and adoration brought his emotional blue orbs back to the aisle.
Kurenai’s four-year old doused the way in pretty petals, played around bringing laughter to the the crowd and the groom before she was caroled back on the right path by Tani. Leading the child by the hand, she guided the girl up to the alter, laughing when she offered the groom and officiator, Kakashi, a flower from her basket. Task complete, Naruto’s only female student took the girl with her and returned to her seat.
A young Hyuuga boy came after, carrying fake rings on a fancy pillow, his forehead unmarred, though he was born within the branch family. He hadn’t yet received his seal, and Naruto hoped to abolish the practice before it was his time.
Music melded from soothing background noise to significant and distinctive.
Groom and guests were drawn to the gigantic wedding tent.
Sat far from the dais, at the very beginning of the white lily lined aisle runner, much like their wedding arch, its billowing surface was intertwined with vines, flowers and strip lights. Thicker vines held its heavy flaps open but a sheer drape slitted right down the middle filled the entrance. He could see figures beyond it but they were blurry, indistinguishable.
The first pair stepped through.
Hanako, his soon to be mother-in-law appeared, garbed in an elaborate kimono, her dark hair loose and flowing like a dark river, made her way towards him, a Hyuuga relative, a man he didn’t know, at her side. It was a long walk to the dais, but her procession was like a glimpse into the future. She was youthful and graceful, beautiful and queenly, looking so much like his Princess his chest ached. She took his hands in her own as she reached him, pressing her cheek to his and whispering words of encouragement before taking her seat.
Hanabi, contrary to her impish and mischievous nature, appeared poised and regal, every inch the new, official Hyuuga. Her long hair was shiny and pinned atop her head, lavender dress a swish of deep mauve. Modest and thick strapped, hinting slightly of a ball gown shape, ‘though she’d never try and out do the bride’ he’d heard her say while chatting with her sister thumbing through wedding catalogs. Her escort, Hinata’s retainer Ko, took his duty quite serious. He looked stern in his black tuxedo, eyes forward as they walked down the runway.
Halfway through, the next couple began their journey.
Looking more uncomfortable than he had ever seen him, though admittedly attractive in a dark tux, lavender shirt and orange flower clipped left of his chest, Sasuke escorted an emotional Sakura down the evergreen aisle. Naruto was…surprised to see tears streaming down her face only for her emerald eyes to fill to the brim all over again. Her purple dress was simple yet elegant, skinny strapped and cinched at the waist with a thin tie ribbon who loose ends hung beneath her small breasts. Her pink hair was curled and bouncy, reflecting light from the descending sun.
Sasuke’s intense gaze met his as they reached climbed the four steps of the dais, quietly sharing his own unguarded emotions before taking his place as best man to Naruto’s left.
His own throat burning, Naruto turned his attention to the next couple making their way to him.
Sai was wearing the most authentic expression Naruto had ever seen on the man. His charcoal eyes were free of shadows, his smile joyful, visage relaxed…human. Contrary to Sasuke, he was at ease in his tux. Identical to Sakura, Ino was a blubbering mess, much to his amusement. Hair laid, bang pinned back for a change, her violet gown was a variant of Sakura’s though the neckline was far less conservative.
They parted and took their places.
Shino in a suit was the strangest thing he’d ever seen, and yet, somehow, Hinata’s teammate made it work, though with the sunglasses, he looked more like a secret agent. Kiba’s feral feature and wild hair would never lend him a domestic appearance. Shino made his way down with the support of a sturdy cane and a subdued Kiba. Naruto was heartened to see him up and out of his chair. He was getting better, slowly but surely and those that supported him could only watch with pride. Their progress was significantly slower than the other couples, but not a single individual minded their sluggish arrival. Sai met them right at the aisle, wheelchair in hand, seated the man, rolled him up the ramp in back and situated him third from the groom.
Kiba taking up residence on his left.
Choji guided a purple gowned Kurenai down next. He looked svelte in his suit, and by the way her eyes glowed in their guest seating, Naruto knew Karui thoughts so too. Though her eyes were dry, Kurenai’s fiery irises were more emotional than the two previous women combined. Hinata had her mother back, but Kurenai had held that place for far longer. Naruto wasn’t sure if the two had ever met and spoken but he knew they would definitely get along if they did, bonding over their shared love for his Princess. Her dress was a very light purple, long sleeved and knee length, her curly main straightened for once, and if he didn’t know who it was, he’d have second guessed it was truly her.
Lee in anything but green spandex made him wonder if such a instance would upset the natural order. The sky hadn’t fallen so he assumed everything was alright. On one arm, Tenten, modestly dressed in violet, brown hair pinned high, in his other arm, a portrait of Hinata’s late cousin per Naruto’s request. Neji had given him so much, it was only right that he gave back. A quick unsealing at the dais by Tenten produced his podium of honor center front right between Sai and Sasuke.
Shikamaru and Temari were next, the former surprisingly clear eyed and alert, unfazed by his monkey suit, Temari prideful as a representative of the Sand, wrapped in pastel spaghetti strap. With her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, she looked nothing like the strict, ass-kicking kunoichi she presented daily.
The sun’s slow descent stained the sky in breathtaking shades from gentle violet to angry carmine, painting a marmalade backdrop behind the alter.
Another song crooned from the speakers, one that kicked his heart into overdrive.
His bride was coming.
Cerulean orbs fused to the tent’s entranced, pulse surging in his ears, Naruto willed that curtain to part, for his angel, his Princess, his forever, to emerge.
He wasn’t prepared.
As she passed between the drapes, as her father led her towards him, Naruto Uzumaki, Hero of the Leaf, Savior of the World, Konoha’s Jinchuuriki, most powerful shinobi of his time, was not prepared.
His heart stopping Princess had become a soul rending Queen.
Atop her crown, a pearly white headdress of twinkling diamonds and the whites lilies he’d ever seen, her long dark hair arranged in a combination of loose-curled tendrils and complicated circlets interwoven with mini cosmos. Her graceful neck was free of jewelry, her slim shoulders naked except for the gleaming loops of dangling dark hair.
Her luscious bust was wrapped in a deep sweetheart bodice made modest by pretty flower patterns comprised of material that held an eye-catching sheen.
A floral pattern, identical to her sweetheart bodice, traced her bare arms, graceful and beautiful, he wasn’t sure if they were painted on her flawless skin or sewn onto sheer fabric invisible to the naked eye and couldn’t really fix his malfunctioning brain to care. Her tiny waist made even smaller by the flared, bell-shaped skirt streaming from her floral appliqué corset. Her snowy skirt seemed to go on forever, so long two Hyuuga page boys carried her trail. He veil was harnessed above her loose curls, flowing down her back.
Her lips were painted that deep wine he loved, a very becoming purple on her eyelids. Her skin was glowing and unblemished, dusted in sparkles he could see from where he was.
Every beautiful wonder this universe had to offer was compiled, compressed and compacted into a single woman.
His woman.
He was supposed to acknowledge his impending father-in-law, he remembered from rehearsal, but he couldn’t take his eyes from her. Entranced and frozen, he could only watch as she handed her sunset bouquet to her sister, and her father gave her to him.
He came to life then, reaching out for the pale hand reaching for his.
He’d held this small hand for years, and yet as he cradled her tiny appendage in his, it felt like the first time.
His soon-to-be-wife’s hands were delicate, her velvety palms so soft, so smooth it was as though she’d never gripped the rough handle of a kunai a day in her life.
He looked into her pupiless eyes, eyes that had always looked his way, that had always seen, understood and accepted who he was, from the lonely child he had been to the man he had become today, and he fell head over heels in love all over again.
Lost his heart and soul in front of the thousands in attendance, the millions watching at home, to this beautiful angel he’d caught by some crazy miracle.
The music ended, and reluctantly he turned his attention to their officiant.
Kakashi thanked their guest for coming, rambled on about love, family and the sanctity of marriage. Naruto felt the words float around his head, at least until he questioned the crowd if there was a reason the two should not be wed.
Nothing and no one would ever take her from him.
He half turned, pinning the crowd beneath the lethality of his cerulean gaze, daring any wayward soul to breathe a word of opposition, to make themselves known to him, to try and stand between him and his woman. The guest list had been scanned extensively for fangirls and fanboys, otherwise he was sure some nut would have made a scene.
Without a single objection, the ceremony continued.
The Sixth Hokage address them once more, emphasizing the significance of responsibilities and marriage, his sleepy eyes straying to his former student more often than naught. Naruto could only smile sheepishly, knowing the older man had reason to single him out. Between him and Hinata, he knew he’d have the most trouble finding his feet as a family man, but he wasn’t worried.
He had Hinata to help him through.
“The couple has elected to write their own vows,” Konoha’s leader announced, “Naruto would like to recite his troth first.”
The sun was gone, darkness spread, LED lights flared prompting Shino.
Kiba fished a container from a compartment on his wheelchair, handing it reverently to his teammate. With a smile gracing his lips, Shino opened the hatch.
Fireflies drifted in with the next soft breeze, a languid melding of purple and orange starlights fluttering about the groom, his bride and their witnesses, transforming Senju park into a nocturnal fairytale. A moment in time writhe with magic, mystic and majesty. They were all captured in an artificial sunset amongst lilac stars.
Naruto turned to his fiancée, took both of her hands in his and prepared to make his vow.
He felt drunk but not inebriated.
Like he was dreaming yet wide awake.
Outside of reality though he felt grounded and sane.
“Naruto,” Kakashi prompted.
“Hinata, you are and have always been so many amazing things to me. A quiet cheerleader when I thought I was alone, a best friend I can tell anything no matter how stupid or crazy, an amazing lover with a passion as deep as my own; my beautiful angel with more sweetness than every candy shop in the world, my shy Princess that finds a reason to blush every single day,” he chuckled, oceanic eyes tracing flushed cheeks before sobering, “my heart and soul made flesh and blood. If love was person, it’d be you, ‘ttebayo. I have never met another person so compassionate, so gentle and loving, so ready to accept and help anyone in need. Your heart is pure, your heart is patient, your heart is so incredible, it blows my mind that you gave it to me. I’m not perfect and I never have been, I’m not the smartest, not the most handsome, nowhere near the most patient, you could do so much better, but you actually chose me, flaws and all and with every fiber of my being, every part of me that’s me; now and forevermore, for every lifetime my soul lives, I will love you. There will never be a me that does not love you. Never. This I vow, this I swear,” he whispered solemnly, watching her beautiful eyes fill and overflow, “my love for you is unending, my love for you is eternal.”
“Hinata, your vows,” a glassy eyed Hokage encouraged.
“Naruto-kun, my lover, my best friend, my life, my world, I’ve watched you grow from an amazing young boy, to an even more amazing man. Just when I believe you’ve reached the summit of greatness, you show me all over again why not even the sky is your limit. I admired your drive, I admire your strength, I admire your will, and the nindo we share. You are everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more, a man without equal, a man that can and has changed the world. In you I’ve found a place I can rest when I’m tired, a home that needs no walls, a peace so profound it feels like heaven on Earth. You are my light in the darkness, my strength in adversity, my dream made real, the other half of my soul,” earnest love twinkled, turning her pretty lilac glittering amethyst a beat before another round of moisture overflowed, tracing creamy white cheeks, “I worry that none of this is real, that I’m fast asleep and if this is a dream, I pray I never wake again. There will never be a me that does not love you. Never. This I vow, this I swear,” she vowed softly, “my love for you is unending, my love for you is eternal.”
He swallowed, fighting his own burning burning eyes and a planet sized knot in his throat.
Seeming to be caught in his own battle of sentiment, Kakashi cleared his throat twice before continuing, “do you Naruto Uzumaki take Hinata Hyuuga to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do, dattebayo,” he fairly shouted, drawing quiet laughter from the guests, and a watery smile from his weeping bride.
Kakashi turned to his most troublesome former student, “Sasuke, the ring please.”
His bestfriend brought him Hinata’s wedding ring. A companion piece to her two carat piece. They connected to her engagement ring, circling the old diamonds in new glittering diamonds and sapphires. They were specially crafted, infused with his chakra and warmth. No matter where she went, he’d always be with her.
“A ring is an unbroken circle, with ends that have been joined together, and it represents your union. It is a symbol of infinity, and of your infinite love. When you look at these rings on your hands, be reminded of this moment, your commitment, and the love you now feel for each other. Naruto, place the ring on Hinata's finger and repeat after me:
Hinata, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge to love you today, tomorrow, always, and forever.”
With her left hand in his, sliding the ring on her dainty finger as he spoke, Naruto repeated, “Hinata, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge: to love you today, tomorrow, always, and forever.”
“Do you Hinata Hyuuga take Naruto Uzumaki to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.”
Hanabi left the line of bridesmaids, bringing with her the ring Hinata picked out for Naruto. This band was thicker, prompting him to retire his engagement ring to a jewelry box. It was heavy and shiny, a wide circlet of platinum gold bracket by thinner lines of tawny gold. It was eye catching against his tanned skin.
“Hinata, place the ring on Naruto's finger and repeat after me:
Naruto, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge to love you today, tomorrow, always, and forever.”
He took her hands in his as Kakashi spoke once more, “before these witnesses, you have pledged to be joined in marriage, sealing this pledge with your wedding rings. By the authority vested in me by Hi no Kuni Daimyō, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Naruto, you may-”
Unable, unwilling to contain himself, happier than he’d ever been in his entire existence, husband Naruto Uzumaki swept his lady wife into his arms, dipped her as though he were an elegant dancer in the middle of a performance and kissed her like they were alone, cosseted in the intimacy of their bedroom seconds away from a night of loving that would make a sex worker blush.
And his Princess giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, back bowed beneath the force of his kiss, her happy return of his ardor cheered by the stadium of onlookers.
xxxxxx
Grabbing the small square box, he picked it up and chucked it across the wall, smashing the vile device into thousands of indistinguishable piece of metal.
He sucked in a harsh breath, clutching the robes above his heart.
Pain.
It was a living breathing beast gnawing at his chest. He staggered from the mess his rage had wrought, sickened and angry with himself for watching the ceremony broadcast knowing it would tear him apart. Knowing the agony it’d leave inside his soul.
She…had gone through with it, they were married.
Husband and wife.
Bonded in life and love…by her choice.
She looked happy, no…elated, radiant in a way he had never seen a human being look before. Full of a joy he could barely fathom, a new level of contentment he only dreamed of attaining. He loved that look on her face, he loved the way her eyes lit up, her lush lips painted in wine curled, the intoxicating red on the apple of her cheeks. Her face soft with adoration, her milky depths shimmering with tears.
She looked so beautiful adorned in yards of white fabric, every much a fairytale Princess.
But…she hadn’t stood next him looking like perfection incarnate.
It wasn’t him she gazed at as though the sun rose and set with him.
No.
Toneri glared at the sizzling destruction, gnashing his teeth and battling the urge to destroy the entire world in a fit of madness. Never had he felt such hopeless misery. He was shaking, his body strung tighter than a bow, his stomach tied in painful knots. He could feel the room quaking. A piece of the ceiling dropping at his feet told him it wasn’t just his chaotic mind simulating the sensation.
Nauseated, he took a few more calming breaths, fighting to control himself.
An overhead light burst, then another and another, throwing the room into pitch blackness. His jaw popped, teeth screaming under the force of his locked mandible. He pressed both chakra laden palms to the wall, blowing craters through solid stone as he bowed his head between his arms.
He strained for calm again, chest heaving when it alluded him.
In the silence of his room in the underground bunker, Toneri gave into the rot in his soul. Hatred seeped beneath his flesh, burning like poison in his veins.
Naruto fucking Uzumaki.
He reviled that name, despised the cocky, ignorant, dimwitted plague upon the universe.
Toneri knew that idiot was needed.
He knew that he was…necessary.
But God above he hated the man with an intensity he himself feared. That whiskered faced cretin stirred to life a monster of wrath he struggled to contain, created a murderous bestial thirst to tear his head from his body so intrinsic he feared for his control should he ever found himself in the vicinity of that blonde imbecile unsupervised. A part of him didn’t care if there were guardrails nearby, if Toju-sama in the flesh stood opposed to him. If he could get his hands on the man that had stolen the woman he was destined to marry, nothing and no one could stop him from removing the stain that was Naruto.
He believed in the cause, he believed in the fate that awaited his beautiful Hinata, but sometimes…
Sometimes in the dark recesses of his heart and soul, he longed to rip that fucking Jinchuuriki limb from limb, disembowel him slowly and feed him his own innards.
He wanted so badly to make him suffer, to kill that fox faced blonde and to hell with everything else!
xxxxxx
They pulled him off his bride two short minutes later, and after a long walk back down the aisle, hand and hand, husband and wife, onlookers and well-wishers pelted the newlyweds glittering confetti.
Guest were rapidly redirected to the reception area while the bride and groom indulged a few pictures.
Kages, dignitaries, friends, family, media and those few fans that had made the ceremony cut.
Their last picture was one Naruto cherished.
Hinata, his sweet wonderful wife, had coaxed their shyest relative from his lair.
Illuminated beneath soft lighting and hypnotic fireflies, Kurama in all his nine-tailed glory sat for their commemoration. His big red head lowered, the blushing bride plopped between his ears by the bijuu’s tail, growling a beat later for Naruto to ‘find his own way up’.
Too happy to grumble, Naruto leapt skyward, took a seat, gathered his wife in his arms and smiled for the camera.
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‘My wife.’
He swept her mouth again, twining their tongues, tasting the reality of their union as the words bounced around his elated mind-scape.
He was kissing his wife.
Hinata Uzumaki.
Holy fuck.
She squeaked, back bowing as he devoured that reality all over again, glutting himself on this dream come true.
“Will you get your damn tongue out of her mouth for two seconds?” Sakura huffed, prying the protesting husband from his wife for the third time in less than seven minutes, “you’ll miss your cue.”
Who needed a cue when you had a wife?
Not a beat later, a booming voice was announcing their grand entrance, calling for Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki. Fighting the damn near painful urge to fuse their lips again over yet another reinforcement of their marital status, Naruto led his life partner into the reception hall.
Retaining the fairytale theme, the celebration room was decorated in pretty flowers, thick vines, canopy silks and another banner displaying the Uzumaki crest behind the table of honor.
After their pictures, Hinata’s bridesmaids removed the yards upon yards of train from her wedding gown, and though she still had to gather it for easier maneuvering to the center room for their first dance, when he wrapped her in his arms and swayed them to the gentle beat, she moved as though she wasn’t engulfed in constricting fabric.
She smelled so good, his wife and felt even better in his arms.
“Hinata…”
“Yes, Naruto-kun?”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
He chuckled, grinning so hard his cheeks ached, “no freaking way. Never in a million years.”
She had no idea how he felt about her, no idea how deep she lived beneath skin. She smiled, her eyes watering again. He pulled her close, soothing his wife with gentle strokes to her curved spine, tucking her head under his chin.
“Don’t worry, we got a million years for you to catch up, ‘ttebayo.”
She giggled, pulling back to trap him in twin pools of vibrant love.
A million years wasn’t nearly enough time with her.
Not even close.
“Forever,” he vowed as the world faded, as their hearts beat in tandem, as their souls became one.
“Forever,” she echoed, pulling him down for their only chaste kiss of the night.
They danced to a slow song crooning notes of everlasting love, flashing cameras and every happy face around them fading for precious moments. When the song ended, Naruto led his wife to a tan clothed, canopied table. Much like their engagement party, they were placed front and center right beneath a banner painted ‘Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki’, his crest, now theirs, right below their new prefixes.
His heart started pounding all over again as they crossed the dance floor.
He was married.
Naruto Uzumaki, the reject, the idiot, the ‘dead last’…
He was a husband.
He had a wife.
This was truly his life.
He pulled out her chair and tucked her in, fighting the urge to kiss her all over again. He took his own seat, enjoying the sheer fabric overhead with its dangling vines and pretty flowers. The tableware looked fancy and expensive, set up in a way that made him feel like he needed a manual on which utensil he was supposed to use from dish to dish.
Hinata took his hand, and when he glanced at her, he saw she was looking towards the room’s center.
Her parents stood together, giving thanks to their guests for attending, congratulating them both on behalf of the Hyuuga.
Then it was time for toasts.
Hanabi was up first as Hinata’s maid of honor, she spent her time in the lime-light regaling them all with silly tales from their childhood, recounting numerous instance of his pretty wife working up the courage to talk to him. His little lady was so embarrassed, hiding her flushed face in his shoulder, Naruto was enthralled with the tales, his heart aching for her.
Maybe he was the one that had catching up to do.
A look from her father hurried the teen’s comedy segment along, prompting her to launch into the strides her sister had made, how strong she had become, how proud she was of the woman she was. With a parting threat of violence should Naruto ever hurt her sister, Hanabi handed the mic over to the best man.
Naruto was a bit nervous on behalf of his bestfriend.
Sasuke had given into his request to be his best man, but he knew the rogue was a man of few words, he couldn’t be very comfortable addressing a room full of slightly hostile people, but…Naruto wanted him in this place of honor for the most important day of his life. If his guests didn’t like it, didn’t understand, then so be it.
This was his life, his wedding, his friend.
He had said as much to him.
‘Speak to me and Hinata, forget everybody else, dattebayo,’ he’d said.
He hoped his words had had an impact.
Sasuke’s congratulation was short but heartfelt. Though he started incredibly uncomfortable, as he spoke, eyes fused solely to the newlyweds, tension left his staunch form.
Naruto, you’ve come a long way. You’ve lived life of hardship and sacrifice, of loss and pain. You’ve gone from a shameless prankster, to a hero in line to become the next Hokage,” several affirmative cheers erupted, painting their hero’s cheeks red, “your journey has been nothing short of inspirational, your accomplishments world changing…for so many. I count you as one of the greatest shinobi of our time and I have no doubt that you will be just as successful in your role of husband.”
The party goers agreed, erupting in a round of applause. Naruto grinned, rubbing embarrassment from his reddened neck.
“Hinata,” the one armed man addressed his wife once the guests quieted, “during my time in the village, you welcomed me into your home, into your lives without hesitation, without ill-will, you treated me with a kindness and care that is scarce and humbling. I am grateful that my hard-headed best friend will spend the rest of his days with a woman who has the patience and understanding to appreciate his…unique personality.”
More than a few nods met that statement and even more chuckles followed, Naruto’s amongst them.
“He’s needed you in his life for a very long time,” he continued, “what you two have together is rare. Naruto, Hinata, I wish you both a happy life, I wish you a peaceful home, I wish you a prosperous union. Congratulations.”
His chest ached, and though her face had flamed at ‘prosperous union’ Hinata squeezed his hand and together they thanked his best man.
“To the Uzumaki’s!” Ino shouted, glass raised.
“To the Uzumaki’s!”
The resounding cry was deafening, and after, they all (those legally allowed) took a sip of win in commemoration.
“While we are on the top of children,” the Hokage began as the room quieted, “Hinata, for the sake of Konoha, I really must ask-”
“That we have a lotta kids!” Naruto finished, too exuberant to be fazed by the horrified room, “lots and lots of little Uzumaki’s! Got it Kaka-sensei! Don’t you worry! You’ll have more Uzumaki than you know what to do with, dattebayo!”
Protests erupted.
“Woah, woah, wait a minute there!” Ino shouted.
“Naruto, we really do love you, but-” Tenten started.
“If you have more than two kids, I’m packin my shit and moving to Kumo!” an older jonin, one Naruto recognized as one of his most frequent wranglers in his youth, announced.
“You think they won’t find you in Kumo?!” another of Naruto’s victims piped up, “I’m headin’ to Land of Frost, buildin’ me a bunker and waitin till the apocalypse shows up!”
Laughter erupted.
“Well then I’m packin my shit and goin with that guy! Good luck everybody else!” the jonin revised.
A good natured debate ensured, ideas of where in the world they could establish a safe zone. Though he himself worried about Hinata birthing hell spawns like their father, the groom shook his fist at the well-wishers, pointing out that his children ‘would take after my gorgeous wife, dattebayo!’ so nobody needed to move anywhere.
The instigator of this whole ridiculous conversation called for a cease a few minutes later, reminding them all that Konoha had it’s own bunkers for Uzumaki related emergencies.
They were saved from Naruto’s wrath as waiters and waitresses began serving the first course.
Ramen was first on the menu, soothing the groom’s ruffled feathers.
More toasts arouse between courses, some stiff and official, other’s silly and heartening. After everyone had eaten their fill and spoken the words in their heart, it was back to the dance floor.
Naruto lost his wife for nearly an hour, anyone that was anybody and even those that weren’t danced with his bride. He was pouting when Ino dragged him out to dance, demanding he ‘twirl me around the dance floor Mr. Married Man!’. He moved from one partner to another, female politicians soliciting future agreements and inquiring his plans as a future leader, shinobi from genin to jonin, a tipsy Tsunade and all of his female friends except for Sakura, who was currently cosseted in a corner with Sasuke.
She was laughing, and Sasuke was smiling, small but it was there.
He got his wife back eventually only for her to be whisked away once more and the room rearranged for the bouquet toss. Hinata was blindfolded and every woman in attendance crammed into the space behind her. He watched, gaze rapt, shoulder to shoulder with Sasuke and Sai, Shikamaru and Shino nearby and well out of the danger zone.
These elegantly dressed women were out for blood.
“Out of the way forehead, I got this in the bag!”
“Why are you even out here Ino-hog, you’re already getting married!”
This kick started an argument. Lee sidled up to the concerned men watching the female mob, his own eyes wide with caution.
“Should we evacuate? These women are fired up but…not with the passion of youth…”
“And miss the bloodbath? Not a chance.”
The group glanced over at speaker.
Kiba parked himself next to Lee, casually sipping wine from a glittering glass, his dark eyes on in the direction of the bride. He’d been quiet and a bit absent since the reception started, Naruto would have thought he left early if he hadn’t seen Tamaki in the group of women. Maybe he stayed to avoid suspicion, he hadn’t sought a dance with Hinata all night and that in itself was noteworthy to those that knew him. People like Tamaki, who’s brown eyes were latched to her dour boyfriend.
“Alright ladies! Are you ready?” Hanabi tittered, her voice blasting from the speakers, “on the count of three! One…”
Tenten crouched, brown eyes gleaming only to morph into a sharp glare as Temari pushed her way in front of the kunoichi.
“Ohhhh, you might be next Shikamaru,” Naruto ribbed, poking the aggrieved man in the shoulder.
“Mendōkusei-”
“Two!”
“Get off of me Ino-pig!” Sakura growled, mushing her bestie.
“There’s not enough room for your forehead and everyone else’s, so do us all a favor and take it outside!” Ino snapped, mushing back.
“Three!”
Bright orange flowers framed by lilac went sailing, they touched what looked like a million fingers and disappeared in the crowd.
Anarchy ensued.
Pushing, shoving, elbowing and name calling.
Naruto was certain using jutsu was against the unspoken rules but damn if he was going to interfere in that.
“Ah, please be careful everyone,” his bride worried, blindfold lying limp in her hand.
A gust of wind rattled tableware and gowns before the bouquet came sailing from the huddle, right towards the spectating men.
Every male with even a smidget of self preservation ducked out of the way…
…Leaving a befuddled Lee to catch the bouquet.
When it was time to cut the cake, and they’d extract Lee from a pile of women, Naruto found himself in for a pleasant surprise. He turned twinkling eyes to his bride, his smile spread from ear to ear.
“A-are you kidding me?!” Ino barked, as a buffet of mini wedding cakes were rolled out center stage, “who in the world has a cake buffet at wedding?”
“We do, dattebayo!” he replied as cake number 22 rolled to a stop in front of them.
It was massive compared to the others, four tiers, and nearly as tall as him. It’s base was wintry white, but on each tier were scenes that took his breath away. On the bottom, silhouettes depicting him and his lover, though they were obscure and artsy enough to mistake for graceful innocuous patterns. Above it, a burgeoning sunset pierce through with a range of purple shades. Floor two was bled into by floor three, spreading a cluster of lilac butterflies across its expanse and finally, at the top, another silhouette of a man and woman sharing a kiss within the Uzumaki crest.
It was unlike any wedding cake he’d ever seen, the design more amazing than when they’d seen the sketches.
It was so unique and beautiful he almost didn’t want to cut it.
But as he placed his hand over his wife’s hand and the knife’s handle, that feeling of reluctance was banished in an instant. He was smiling as they shared the first bite, lovingly feeding each other forkfuls, and hooting with laughter when they smashed cake in each other’s face.
Their subsequent kiss was sugary sweet.
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