Super Duper Crack.

Came to me in the shower, oddly enough…

Sasuke and Naruto were getting married.

Sasuke hadn't thought it practical, at first. They were both ANBU, now. They didn't have the time to plan something as big as a wedding. But Naruto had promised he'd do all the planning. He promised that all Sasuke had to do was write his vows, get a ring, get a dress, and show up. Sasuke was firstly skeptical but had decided to put his trust in Naruto. He was the man he was going to marry, after all, right?

Naruto had thought of everything. He had gotten the ring, reserved a park, hired a decorator, sent out invitations, hired a caterer, picked out a tux, gotten the hokage to marry them, he had even picked out the cake himself.

Now, as Naruto sat dejectedly holding the ring Sasuke had violently thrown at him before he had stormed out, dress fisted in his hands, the blonde realized something.

Naruto had only forgotten to check for one thing.

The weather.

And boy was it raining.