Wedding Dress Trauma : Lady Uchiha (sequel)
Chapter Three : Trauma Revisits
Twinkle, twinkle little star…
Diamond of the sky, twinkling in the velvety night which Sakura gazed upon from the balcony of her room, correction, their room.
She sighed when she recalled the identical dark coloured dress which she failed to fit at Ino's.
And Mikoto has decided to call on her best designers over tomorrow to make a few amendments to the dress Sakura forcefully picked out. She was already guilty at the time when she unintentionally showed her temper at her mother-in-law before she was married.
Mikoto was kind to forgive her rudeness like a wise lady would.
Sakura sighed heavily again.
"I wonder what has troubled my fair 'maiden'?"
Sakura was taken by surprise by her lover's deep voice. Sasuke subsequently wrapped himself from behind her. Cuddling her.
Yeah. She is nice to hug, nice to hold but not when you see her whole!
Sakura rolled her eyes to his sarcasm and he planted trails of kisses from her neck all the way up to her jaw line. She giggled by his ticklish embraces, and successfully did he revived her radiant smile he loved most.
Sasuke sunk his lips on his pink haired wife's, savouring the every sweetness he could get out of her.
"Mm…tomatoes, my favourite."
A playful smirk graced his handsome face. She blushed when he was right about the tomato juice she took earlier.
"You think too much, let's go to bed shall we?" he said but her silent resistance tells him she refused to.
"Sasuke…" Sakura began, she hesitated with the eagerness to speak and she did lastly.
"What is that you love about me?" a question which she had stored in her heart, and she had the consequences weighed before even asking.
Yes. Why?
She is never to be seen as beautiful not even near of being pretty. She self-proclaimed to be as the society's laughing stock, if she hadn't married THE Uchiha Sasuke, she wouldn't have gained more respect. She is not a prodigy of any sort, the company has no need in her expertise nor did she have one. She has nothing to admire at.
What makes Uchiha Sasuke fall in love with her?
Emeralds searched the depths of those dark oblivions. He was silent, expressionless.
She shrunk in fear that she might have spoken words that reflect her doubts in him.
Then he smiled. A sincere one.
"That, my love, I cannot tell you…" he uttered. "The only thing that you need to know is that my love for you will never waver. You must believe in me. Always." Though he portrayed to be bright yet the seriousness lingered behind his words.
Do not doubt him, were written deep in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, Sasuke could not refrain himself on planting another kiss on her tempting forehead. Deep and long…
"Promise me you won't question that, ever." Sakura nodded vehemently and both turned into bed for the night.
Afternoon At The Uchiha Residence…
The measuring tape.
Sakura stood with her insides shivering with the word 'phobia'.
As promised, Mikoto had her designer lash that 'demonic' tape all over Sakura, taking extreme measurements to get things fixed.
And every time the designer strap that indecent instrument just to obtain absurd figures which distorts the perfect figure 'S', Sakura would hear a tiny gasp.
'That figures,' Sakura thought. It is always like this whenever the tape reveals terrifying figures in the eyes of designers.
She could see the professional trembled as he wrote down HER measurements and he tolerated the haunting figures that distort his picture of the ideal female figure.
"Alright, it is finished," said the designer, packing. "The dress will be ready by the day after tomorrow. Now will you excuse me, Madam, Miss."
Sakura sighed, what an embarrassing moment. Ah, the trauma…
"Sakura," Mikoto called. "You have nothing to worry about, I am sure that dress will fit you perfectly this time." She smiled.
"Yes, thank you. Actually I –"
"You don't like that dress?" Mikoto placed words into the pink haired female's mouth.
"No no. Of course not," she lied to think she tried to tell the truth about Ino's dress.
Yamanaka Flowers…
CLANG!
Ino's Swiss cow bells rang to the monotonous tone. The blonde female was simply delighted by her childhood friend's presence.
"Sakura, perfect timing! I was about to call you over," Ino wrapped her arm around Sakura's, dragged her to where the midnight blue apparel stood with the air of gorgeousness.
"Oh, Ino…" Sakura gasped in surprise.
"Tada! Good as new!" Ino proudly present work. "I burn the midnight oil with a good friend of mine, just for you. Now you can walk out looking all beautiful!"
How could Sakura ever thank the blonde, for her sake Ino risked into getting eye bags.
"But…"
"Hm? What is it, Sakura?"
"Mother had chosen a dress for me earlier," wearing a sullen expression.
"Didn't you tell her about this dress?"
"No, I don't dare to oppose her decisions any further, she is very nice trying to pick outfits for me but not to my taste. Especially, to mostly I couldn't fit. She tends to underestimate my SIZE every time…"
"Oh…why don't you just tell her?" Ino sunk into her bean bag couch.
"She is my mother-in-law, I had to respect her."
Ino was silent. There was a rigid silence where she could hear the sound of her best friend tick in her mind. A fearsome battle between consequences to choose and yet she came to a conclusion.
"Ino, I thank you for the great favour you've done for me but I guess this round I have to go according to mother's wishes," speaking words like a responsible woman even if she have to forgo her own will to choose. "But there will always be other parties, I am sure. I will wear your dress by then, okay?" exhibiting a 'responsible' smile.
"Okay…as you wish," Ino sighed.
Chap 3 up~
Hope you enjoy this.
I will try my best to make this sequel not too long but there are too many ideas I wish to insert in this story…so bear with me XD!
If you like or have some comments about this story and how you think you could improve things…tell me through some REVIEWS. I welcome them.
( disclaimer: I do not own Naruto )
Author's note:
It is really not that simple to turn down someone else's kind offer ( like in the story, Mikoto..). Especially on clothing matter, you know you just can't fit into and you're being forced to just because of the term 'respect'…for me I have just to be quiet about it and accept ( even when it does not fit nor to my liking ), do you agree?
It's hard being human…sigh.
Review me if you wanna share some your point of view…XD
