Sakura looked up at the man in the front. Was that Itachi? A red-haired man stuck a white rose in his lapel, so it must be. Sakura took her place next to her groom uncertainly. The old priest opened his book and began to read.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together…"
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Sasuke had to fight the urge to fidget. It seemed like the old man would never stop droning on! Where the heck was Itachi?!?!
Behind him, Sasori prodded him, reminding him of why he was there. Sasuke groaned inwardly. He wasn't going to get away anytime soon.
The girl next to him had pink hair. Itachi had told him his girlfriend had pink hair. Sasuke despised pink. He glared out of the corner of his eye at his soon-to-be bride.
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Sakura had been sneaking glances through her veil at the man she was marrying against her will. Ino had been right- this guy had LOOKS, baby. But he was glaring at her every now and then, something Sakura despised. And his HAIRSTYLE- who wore their hair like a chicken's rear end?
Sakura shifted her weight and turned slightly to try and look behind her. Where was Hana?!?!
Ino jabbed her with a long, manicured fingernail. Sakura winced. Like it or not, she was stuck at this altar until her late sister FINALLY showed up.
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Sasori brought a contract forward, with two spaces below it. Sasuke picked up a pen and looked at the form. It was a civil marriage contract. Just great.
Sasuke started to add his own name, but stopped in reflection. Everyone thought he was Itachi. He would get in trouble if he signed as Sasuke Uchiha. So he penned a different name:
Itachi Uchiha
His bride took the pen and glanced at his signature. She blushed furiously before signing her own name with a flourish. Sasuke saw the signature before Sasori whisked it away.
Hana Haruno
Sasuke turned in to face his veiled bride as the priest finished speaking. The pink-haired girl took a ring from her blonde attendant. The attendant leered at him, obviously thinking he was handsome. Sasuke barely had time to glare at her before the girl was sliding her ring onto his finger.
"With this ring, I thee wed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hand was smooth, pale, and cool. Her fingers felt like butterfly's breath against his skin. Sasuke's eyes tried to find her under the veil, but her eyes were downcast and her face obscured.
Then Sasori was prodding him, holding out that golden circlet. It was time. He reached for her hand…
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Sakura braced herself as he touched her. His hand was hot, his palm rough but gentle. He took her hand gently and laid his thumb on top of the knuckle of her pointer finger. Her muscles naturally responded to the pressure and her fingers extended gracefully. He slid the golden ring onto her ring finger.
"With this ring, I thee wed." His voice was deep and rich, though a little hesitant. Sakura felt his eyes burning into her face. She looked at him for a moment and was forced to look away. The soul in his eyes was so intense that her insides melted as she looked at them. She was glad he could not see her face under the veil.
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Sasuke mentally measured his bride. She was smaller than him, with a graceful, lithe figure. He thought he saw a flash of jade from her eyes, but could not be sure. He still held her hand. With his other hand, he brought hers up. They were now clasping hands, facing each other.
Then his distracted mind caught the priest's words. And the girl was saying something.
"I do."
It was his turn, and Sasori's hand was laid on his back, so slightly that no one could see it. Sasuke felt the threat and gulped. He had no choice.
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Sakura blushed. She had just sworn to love this man through sickness, poverty, and everything else the priest had listed off. Ino removed her long nails, ending the threat that had forced Sakura to say those two words. His hands were hot around hers, and she could feel his strength pulsing through them. Her ring finger was laid over top of one of his wrists, she could feel his pulse. His heart was beating just as fast as hers.
"I do," he vowed.
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Sakura's mind suddenly remembered something. After they vowed…oh, crap.
"You may kiss the bride."
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Sasuke's hand shook as he reached for her veil. Now he would see who he had just unconsciously wed. The white thing slipped back…
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Sakura's face burned as the groom lifted the veil. His eyes, brimming with soul, now stared, unshaded, into her own. The hand that had pulled back the veil now slid down her back, reeling her in. His other hand came up to cup her chin, his face was coming down…
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Sasuke had no idea how to kiss. His mind raced as he took a deep breath. OK, there were her lips… let's get this over with. He stooped the rest of the way and pressed his mouth to hers.
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Sakura had never, in her entire life, felt anything like this before. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, only to find themselves an inch away from his own eyes. They were so close that his eyelashes brushed her cheek. She couldn't take his eyes… so she closed her own. His lips were soft, warm, and smooth. Whoever she had just married -Itachi or whoever- tasted of cinammon spice.
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Sasuke looked into the depths of his bride's jade eyes and found them so clear that he couldn't stand it. He closed his eyes, not before seeing that she had closed hers, too. She tasted familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He felt a porcelain arm reaching up around his neck…
And the cheering broke them apart.
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Sakura pulled away from him as the full church started to cheer. She turned, huge blush on her face, to wave at the audience. Ino handed her her bouquet, and Sakura tossed it out over the audience. A girl with two buns caught it.
Beside Sakura, her new husband wrapped his arm around her waist. Both were avoiding looking at each other. Then Sakura felt Ino push her from behind and hiss.
"Your limo's out front! Go down the aisle!"
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Sasuke felt Sasori push him and saw the limo waiting outside the open door. He tugged on his bride's hand and felt her follow him. The black-haired groom and the pink-haired bride ducked under the waves of birdseed and leapt into the limousine. It roared away.
It was probably the fastest getaway any newlywed couple had ever made.
This is getting fun to write...who wants more? 5 reviews is all I ask, and you will find out what happens in the limo between our unexpected heroine and surprise groom!
Rhulain
