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No Goodbyes	By : Lanie12777 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: So here's the last chapter, sorry for the long wait! I got stuck on the last part, I've noticed that if I update chapters fast, I tend to get blocked on later ones. So kinda sappy and boring, but I'm happy with it overall. I hope you guys enjoy it!:)

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Chapter 9

~Eight Months Later~

I glanced around at the lavishly decorated banquet hall, Itachi standing close to my right side. Sasuke and Sakura were having their first dance as a married couple in the middle of the dance floor, Foreigner's 'I Wanna Know What Love Is' playing softly. I'd helped Sakura pick out her song choices for the reception, most being retro dance songs; who knew she was such a huge 80's music fan?

The wedding had been beautiful, performed in a large chapel where Sakura and her parents had been parishioners for years; the chapel had been just big enough for the 200 or so guests. Surprisingly, Sasuke had acquiesced to Sakura's pleas of an American wedding instead of a traditional Japanese ceremony. Itachi had told me how Mikoto had had her hopes up for that, but Sasuke had sided with Sakura, wanting this day to be perfect for her. And I had to admit, she looked stunning in her pale cream gown. The strapless dress was form-fitting to her figure, and the skirt flared out just below her waist with a long train in the back. She'd removed her long veil after the ceremony, and it lay on one of the buffet tables, wrapped carefully by her mother.

I fidgeted with the neckline of my tux for probably the hundredth time. Itachi smirked down at me, "Leave it alone, you're only making it wrinkled. We still have some pictures to take with Sasuke and Sakura, and you know she's going to be very upset if you don't look your best." I gave him a nasty look, causing him to chuckle lightly and turn back to watch his brother and new sister-in-law finish their dance. I sighed, pulling my hand away from the collar of this accursed suit. I had balked at the notion of having to wear it, but after being asked to be in the wedding party by Sakura (she'd pulled the puppy eyes on me), how could I refuse?

The music changed to a more upbeat song, and with a smile Sakura headed right for us with Sasuke in tow. I set my glass of wine down on a nearby table and gave her a hug. "Hey Sasuke, mind if I steal a dance with your wife?" He 'hn'ed at me and let go of Sakura after giving her a quick kiss and loving smile, and I led her onto the dance floor once again.

"Wow, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that," Sakura said in a dreamy voice.

"What?"

"Being called Sasuke's wife." Her bright green eyes shifted to look at Sasuke, then she giggled and glanced at me. "Okay, so have you and Itachi set a date yet?"

I smiled. "Not yet, but you'll be the first person to know when we do, after my parents of course." Itachi had asked me to marry him two weeks ago, and I was now wearing a platinum band on my left ring finger. It wasn't a flashy ring, thank god, just a small row of diamonds in the middle. But I loved it. We plan to have a ceremony here, nothing too fancy, and have our honeymoon somewhere tropical (I just hate the cold). But I totally draw the line at having to wear another freaking tux.

Sakura seemed to read my mind. "It really means a lot to me that you wore this suit, even though I know you despise it." A sly grin grew on her face. "You could always borrow my wedding gown if you want."

I snorted. "I'd rather walk naked down the aisle. Besides, wouldn't it be bad if I looked prettier in the dress than you?" I teased. We both laughed and chatted aimlessly for the duration of the song playing, then I escorted her back to Sasuke as the song ended. He was talking with Itachi, who immediately pulled me close the moment I was within reach.

"I think this next dance belongs to me," he said, nodding towards his brother and Sakura. He took my hand and guided me back to the floor, where about half of the other wedding guests were now dancing. A slow song played, and we swayed together amidst the other dancers.

I laid my head on his chest as we danced, going with the rhythm of the music. For all the joking I did with Sakura, I was really looking forward to the day Itachi and I had our own ceremony. I'd been giving a lot of thought about what day to pick for our wedding, and had a few dates in mind. And my mom had said we could use their backyard for the wedding, since it was huge and had a beautiful garden full of roses and other various flowers with a gazebo. I would talk about it with Itachi later.

I noticed my mother and father dancing not too far from us. My mom gave a stiff smile to Itachi, then winked at me over his shoulder as she laughed at something my dad said. She and Itachi had learned to get along somewhat, though it wasn't always easy. She'd pitched a fit when I'd brought him back to their house a little more than a month after our last dinner and announced that we were moving in together again. He'd kept his old condo, the one we'd shared, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay there with all the memories attached to it. He said he'd never taken Karin there; he'd bought a new one when they'd moved back. I had to admit that I loved that apartment, and a part of me was glad that she had never even stepped foot inside.

Since Itachi spent most of his nights at my apartment, he'd argued that it made more sense to just move back in together. I was a little leery at first, a small part of me always worrying about whether or not he'd up and leave me again, not wanting to end up going through the same thing with him again. But I also remembered his real reason for leaving in the first place (even though it hadn't made me feel better about being left behind I did understand his reasons), how he'd basically told his father off, and had given the company and his position to Sasuke. And I had to be honest, I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could.

My mother argued with me for weeks over my decision. It got so bad at one point that we barely even talked to one another. Itachi had surprisingly backed off as he saw how upset I was over the whole thing, not pushing me into a decision.

I finally decided to do what I wanted to do, and move in with Itachi. My mom just about blew a gasket when she found out, but after I calmly explained to her (i.e. shouted at each other for a few hours until our voices were hoarse) that my decision was final and I wouldn't let anyone talk me out of it, she eventually came to accept that Itachi and I were together. And he's been great the past months, proving to not just me but to everyone that he was serious and wasn't going anywhere. We moved back into our condo; we'd talked it over and decided that it made no sense to buy or rent another when there was nothing wrong with the one he already owned. And I had to admit, it felt good to be back in it.

And since the move Itachi and my mom had basically come to a kind of truce. She didn't go out of her way to be nice to him, and most of the time she was a bit snarky, but Itachi just shrugged it off. I was just happy when they could be in the same room together and not have her bite his head off. Personally I think Itachi found the whole thing funny, he always seemed so much… perkier after his little bouts with her. Go figure.

Fugaku had not come to the wedding; he'd been for the most part estranged from his children since Sasuke had taken over the company. The old man had raged that his sons had betrayed him, his stubbornness not letting him see how much happier Itachi was or how much smoother and more efficiently the business now ran. Not that Itachi did a bad job – I shudder to even contemplate suggesting an Uchiha was lacking at something – but Sasuke truly loved running the company, and anyone could tell.

Of course, old man Uchiha did receive an invitation to the wedding, hell Sakura herself even went to talk to him about coming, but the man had refused to see her. Sasuke had brushed it off; he and Fugaku had never gotten along. I knew it must hurt or at least sadden Sasuke that his own father wouldn't show up to his wedding, but he'd simply shrugged and said it was no less than what he'd expected. Made me grateful to have such a loving dad as I did.

Mikoto, though, had made an effort to become more involved in Itachi's and Sasuke's lives. I think she felt bad about not being there for them when they were kids, and maybe from the guilt she felt for driving us apart by helping Fugaku push Karin on Itachi – not that she ever said anything about it, but I could see a bit of regret in her eyes when she'd sometimes look at me and Itachi. But I didn't hold a grudge against her, especially not now with Itachi and I back together. She came over to our apartment a lot, eating dinner with us at least two or three times a week. And she helped with Sasuke's wedding, as much as Sakura allowed her to anyway. She and Sakura get along pretty well, and she's said more than once that she is looking forward to having grandchildren.

Karin was gone, having moved somewhere east, New York I think. She'd already gone through the five million from the divorce, and last I heard she was latched onto some old rich tycoon who was reported to have made his fortune in designing weapons for the military; it was all over the papers. I felt sorry for the poor bastard, but was glad she was gone.

Breaking out of my thoughts, I noticed the song had ended and Itachi was leading me out of the room. There was a small terrace just off the room, and he led me to the glass door leading to it. He shut the door and immediately the noise from the reception was dulled. I sighed in relief and gazed about; the terrace overlooked a tiny garden, and someone had strung up white lights all over the privacy fence enclosing the space. It was just after six, and being early September the sun was already sinking into the horizon, so the lights were now twinkling in the dusk.

Leaning back against Itachi, I closed my eyes and savored just being near him. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me close. "I can't wait for when we have our own wedding," I said quietly. I felt him nod his head in agreement as he breathed against the side of my neck.

"You know your mother has her heart set on you in another tux for it," he said teasingly. I huffed at him.

"I know. Damn it! I don't think I'll be able to get out of it either. You know how she is when she wants her way." But silently I told myself that I'd wear one for him too; I planned to make it a surprise.

Itachi chuckled. "A trait she seems to have passed on to you." He paused a moment. "Did you have a particular day set in mind?"

I tilted my head up to see his face. "I thought maybe the weekend after my birthday, I don't want to try to plan anything for November or December since the holidays would make planning any kind of ceremony a headache, and I really don't want a Valentine's wedding, kinda cliché for me."

I could see him mulling over my suggestion. "Yes, I suppose that would be best, but you do realize that your birthday is only a month away, that would give us between four and five weeks to plan our wedding. Think we can do it?"

"Yeah, I think we can. We'll have my mom and yours to help, and I'm sure when Sakura gets back from her honeymoon she'll help too." He nodded, then his head swiveled to the side as we both heard our names being called. I sighed.

The door creaked open, and Sakura popped her head out to glance around before zeroing in on us. "Hey, I'm about to throw the bouquet and we need you for the last of the pictures, come on!" she gushed happily before retreating back inside and leaving the door open. I could hear the loud squeals of dozens of women as she announced the bouquet toss, and I groaned and leaned back into Itachi before stepping away and moving towards the door.

"Think there's any way we could just elope?" I asked half-jokingly, dragging my feet back into the reception area. Itachi just chuckled at me as he noticed the swarm of females vying to get a better position to catch the small bunch of roses and ribbon in Sakura's hand. She grinned at me as I stepped near the outside perimeter of the group of excited (crazed) women, then turned around and tossed the flowers over her head. For a moment I'd been afraid she was going to throw them at me, but luckily they landed smack in the middle of the now fighting ladies. I shuddered, curling back into Itachi and snatching up a piece of cake from the banquet table beside us.

"Ok," I said after a few bites, "rule number one for our wedding: no flower tossing." Itachi smirked down at me. "Agreed," he murmured, grabbing the fork from my fingers and snagging the last bite of my cake as I laughed. I stared at Sakura and Sasuke, seeing how happy they both are at this moment in time. Suddenly I can't wait for my own wedding. It may have taken almost three years and a lot of heartache and anger to get here, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.

~End~
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