A/N: Told Cherry Jade I wouldn't get to 210. Aha, she didn't believe me -_-

I think you guys should know she is so pissed, lol. No lie.

But thank you to all my supportive reviewers who reviewed \ wished me to reach my goal ^.^

I l y ;3

I do put some type of effort into this and 210 would have been nice. But yeah. I'm not ungrateful for the amount I received, I'm actually very thankful (:

Cherry Jade simply asked for 210 because she thought I deserved it, not because she was being a bitch.

But I didn't not update because I was waiting for 210, please. Member how my laptop hates me? The screen went out [[;

AHHHHHHA, it's not funny but I have to laugh because if I didn't, I would cry. I wanted to write The Wedding Planner, BUTT can't write it if I can't fucking see it. ]x

All that aside, here is chapter 8.


Warnings; Language, & SasuNaru action, the entire chapter, [Miranda: Not a warning, ugly]


The Wedding Planner

By: N a i. K i r e i. Y u k i.


Summary: My wedding planner is a complete dobe… He's loud, annoying, and forgetful… But the worst part about the situation is that… I think I'm falling in love with him. Great.


Just so it's clear –if I did own it, inappropriate material would abound.


"Do you want to… marry me?" Sasuke asked, unconsciously leaning in, his nose brushing Naruto's own.

The words blasted Naruto's ears like gunshots.

What did he even say to warrant such a question?

He would like to think he wasn't having another one of his memory lapses and was just overcome with a pillar of emotions bursting from his pores, but that was just it, he didn't know.

He tried to think of it as a question and not a probable proposal. Just another question he had to answer. Another daily question. right?

His fantasies weren't going to get involved in his real life. Happiness? Please. Fantasies. All fantasies.

"What?" Naruto's precarious eyes looked up into hope dusted gray ones. "I didn't mean it like that…" Naruto 's heart sunk in his chest as he wished his head didn't have to scour to recant what his heart didn't wish to deny any longer. He didn't mean for it slip—he was just consumed by the elegantly stupendous outcome of the wedding he spent the last month planning. The spill of emotions just slipped from his lips. He didn't intend for you Sasuke to hear—for Sasuke to know.

"Well, what the hell did you mean?" Sasuke frowned, finding his nails clawing into the solid wooden bench. "Saying 'our wedding' would kind of fucking imply that we get married."

Naruto sighed.

Sasuke descended that expensive piece of jewelry on his finger only yesterday. His memory distinctly detailed how meticulous Sasuke was when he pushed the ring onto his finger, admiring the glisten from the golden array of light in delightful Tiffany store on the fine piece of jewelry. The flutter he felt in his chest was so divine that his brain ambled aimlessly before falling deadly blank, like another thought was permanently unable to form again. The only thing registering was the unmistakable, undeniable gleam of combined compassion and loyalty flashing in Sasuke's eyes.

So truthful, it hurt.

The guilt he felt for his lips failing him and the guilt he felt for portraying a future with Sasuke when he knew there wasn't one and the fact that there was never was going to be one bombarded him much like a single strike from a construction wrecking ball.

He inhaled and silently begged for Sasuke's forgiveness.

"Just," Sasuke took a slight pause. "Tell me the truth, Naruto. I'll never ask you for anything again, if you give me your honesty now…" Sasuke eyes were intense with determination and swirled with desperation as they bore into regretful, pessimistic wells.

"I meant..." Sasuke clung to every word with an iron clutch as Naruto tentatively wet his lips. "You and Sakura's wedding—the one we're planning. That's what I meant by our wedding…" Sasuke scowl deepened as he snarled at the deliberate deceptiveness dripping from the sorry explanation for the unintended flounder.

"You expect me to believe that cock and bull story?" Sasuke narrowed his dark eyes.

"Sasuke, please." Naruto turned away with a thick sigh. "I don't want to discuss this with you anymore."

Naruto straightened up, pulling away from Sasuke to hopefully place some distance between their tension and even more distance between his denials.

"Naruto," Sasuke suddenly closed the expanse Naruto only managed to temporarily create as his breath slapped the shell of his ear. "If you want to, truly want to I can—"

"Sasuke, stop." Naruto bleakly whispered, eyes downcast, trying to avoid the menacing emotional typhoon from desecrating what was left of his guiding moral compass. He couldn't allow his selfishness—wants or needs—to consume him, he vowed he wouldn't ever complicate his profession with such foolishness. He was the great Naruto Uzumaki and he never went back on his word.

Sasuke lowered his gaze to the troubled young man, his clammy palms finding purchase on the wooden edge of the bench.

"All you have to do is say the word."

Naruto allowed his eyelids to rest on one another, salvaging the contingent words to the best of his ability.

Fishing for the proper response, he parted his lips, feeling his tongue loll against the roof of his mouth undecidedly and without a spilt second of prior thought he—

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Ella Romanoff and Kevin Ramiro in matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly."

Two wistful heads had shot to the altar, oblivious of the brides' strut down the bejeweled and flowered isle because they were so engrossed in speculation of them declaring their own a union before God—which was frighteningly sounding less and less ludicrous as time continued to flee into the crystal ball of things impossible to regain.

The blond's stomach knotted at the sight of the couples' united hands, the beams plastered on their faces the directly correlated with the glee permanently suspended in their chest cavity at the revelation the greeting of tomorrow's dawn introduced them to the rest of their lives. He was happy for them—unequivocally—but more slightly envious as he envisioned himself in their place.

"Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

The sharp Louis Vuitton tux cascaded the groom handsomely as he squeezed her palms into his hands, so much it was like he wanted to become one with the young woman.

"Don't marry that swindler—he stole my award-winning fishing rods and sold them for his dirty booku bucks!" An elderly voice croaked out eliciting an echo of gasps off of the distinctly vivid color stained glass windows.

"The hell?" Sasuke muttered, utterly appalled.

He and Naruto turned just to find that the man stood in the row behind them. "Is he talking about?" Naruto effortlessly completed the sentence.

Ella's face hardened, her head snapping to the old man, her ears burning hot with strain and her nerves throbbing against her hard skull.

"You old fool; no one sold your worthless sticks of plastic. Stop ruining my wedding and sit down and shut the hell up." She scowled her Russian ethnicity heavily accenting all her words.

"Ella, I'll be damned if I let you marry that criminal!"

"Sit down or it won't be pretty. I'll tell the nursing home you flush your meds down the toilet and have a stash of vodka in your bed post. I dare you. Please continue priest."

Their vows simmered into the background as he rehearsed the words in his head one last time: 'All you have to do is say the word.'

Did that mean if he asked Sasuke, just once, that Sasuke would drop everything just to take his hand in marriage?

Was that all it took?

Naruto's mind reeled. When had he become so close to Sasuke?

Almost as quickly as his conscience asked it, it answered it's own thoughtless question.

There were plenty of scenarios that compromised their initial enmity for one another to a steady attraction; Naruto just had to think about it.

The catalyst: when Sasuke insulted him by calling him various names, all the while insinuating he was lesser than him in their first meeting. Then, surprisingly, by some string of fate Sakura's job didn't permit her to leave for the first time and unfortunately it led the teme straight to his home where Sasuke incessantly obsessed and whined until he was forcibly made to forfeit his self-made meal. Even then, Sasuke refused to leave even though Naruto demonstrated how much hospitality he didn't have when it came to unwanted guests. After putting aside their differences, they quickly examined the flowers that happened to peonies, before Naruto got distracted by Sasuke's lips…

"Do you take the man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

She gushed as tears of bliss twinkled in her eyes. "I do."

Marriage.

Naruto released an unstable breath, squeezing his palms together.

Marriage wasn't for him.

It seemed like documentation of prolonged suffering and an eventful, long life battle.

A fight he wasn't quite prepared to take.

He was only 22, he had time to branch out, travel the world, and feel around for life in the moonless dark.

Being tied down, he couldn't do that.

Marriage was not just something that you decide to do when you're in love—that's where many couples made their mistake—it's actually a way of life people practiced.

Not only was Naruto fretful about losing his barely gained freedom, he was just scared in general. About everything.

What if after they were married, Sasuke didn't like him?

What if they got involved in petty cat fights over nothing?

What if Sasuke wasn't attracted him for long?

What if…

Sasuke regretted marrying him…?

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

He lifted her glittery-reflective manicured hands, particularly placing open mouth kisses on the smooth, exfoliated skin on the back of her hands to the inside of her wrists, leaving behind a burning trail of eternal commitment. The audience smiled with a quick coo to copulate with the gorgeous couples unfathomable love display at the altar.

"I do, forever."

If he remained mum… Sasuke would marry Sakura.

Leaving him the short end of the stick.

The shiny headed priest smiled. "With that said, I pronounce you husband and wife."

The audience roared to life, entire rows stood clapping, shrieking with such happiness, you would have thought they were at a carnival with small children.

Phrases of Russian cut through the air as glitter fell from heart shaped cases none of the guests apprehended during the course of the wedding ceremony.

Ella kissed her groom-now-husband full on the lips in a fury of love and fondness masked by a veil of lust and glitter.

Naruto shot up from the bench, feeling Sasuke join him in the courteous gesture.

This had to be one of the best weddings he ever planned—not only because of the beautiful amenities but because of the people and their relentless charm. This couple was truly bolted at the hip and Naruto knew that marriage wouldn't change a single thing about their relationship, only enhance it.

The smile on his lips threatened to split his face in two but he didn't care. This was joyous occasion which deemed it appropriate to celebrate in the best ways he knew how.

He lifted left hand to to join the right one to rally his own sound of agreement with the matrimony, only to have it restrained in a firm but pleasant grip by none other than Sasuke.

"Huh?" Naruto dubiously blinked, jerking to his left to a glitter-coated Sasuke in wonderment. Without solicitation or fair warning fingers slipped between his own, and like the stupid puzzle pieces he couldn't stop thinking about—they fit perfectly. So perfect—Naruto couldn't breathe. In order to resume some type of organization in his body's natural functions, he tried to focus on his appreciation of the smoothness of Sasuke's hand, knowing how callous they could be but weren't. As usual he failed, not even realizing he stroked the hand cradling his own.

It felt like a fast paced movie, Sasuke turned his shoulder to toward him and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his own, their noses meeting, Sasuke's lips fleshing out his soft ones with a burning desire.

Naruto gasped in a necessary breath, feeling his hazy eyes close as he accepted Sasuke's closeness, not denying any longer that he craved it. Not denying he was more than smitten with the man against his body.

The uproar centered in the church seemed totally insignificant opposed to feeling he felt right now—even basking in the glory of the meticulously planned wedding seemed trivial.

He couldn't even take the time to muster up a joke about how silly Sasuke looked drenched in glitter.

Craning forward a bit, Naruto could feel Sasuke whisper something briefly against his lips but because of cheers directly behind them, Naruto was unable to hear precisely what Sasuke said.

Was Sasuke so exhilarated about the wedding they just witnessed that he was even more motivated about marrying him?

Naruto's heart valves shivered. D-Did he just propose to him?

"Glitter?" Ella shouted, arm and arm with her husband, her right arm trying to shield against the attacks of the silver shimmers.

Naruto's eyes suddenly shot open, turning to the bride in flurry of confusion. He smiled at the incredulity in her tone because of the surprise ending to the large event.

Sasuke glanced in her direction, subconsciously pulling Naruto to his chest, his hands discovering the slim waist, holding onto it for purchase. Naruto didn't seem to mind, actually taking it upon himself to embrace larger man back, resting his head on his burly chest finding a swell of relaxation enter his overactive, mindful trance.

"Oh that," Naruto lifted his head from the tailored suit and toward the showers of glitter. "It was last minute."


"Naruto! Naruto! Naruto…" Ella bounced next to her husband at the titanium and glass infused podium as she pressed the microphone to her Chanel Rouge Extrait de Gloss slathered lips pressing into the studded microphone. "Look at this place! My god!"

The reception was held at Kyoto Grand Hotel and Gardens, one of the most prestigious wedding vendors in all of Los Angeles. Large weddings were usually recommended, due to their large capacity for a countless number of guests and vast amenities. Better yet, it wasn't far from the chapel, only a smooth ten minute drive. And it was worth the drive—the pristine white table sheets and the dim quintuplet chandelier lighting dangling from the arched, starch white ceilings, successfully setting the somber mood for the large room. The podium bolted to the front of the room was offset by the foot wide ceramic tile that covered approximately half the room, suitable for dancing and mingling. Adjacent to the rose-petal decorated tables was the entire catering company entourage with the complete set of food and the six-foot tall cake. Works of creativity swathed on the walls.

Naruto stood with Sasuke at the front of the bushel of people, optimistically gaping at the couple giving their lovely ramble before they proceeded with the reception.

"Everyone, this is my wedding planner. He planned my entire wedding from the bow in my hair to the utensils on the fucking table! He is sooooo incredible." Ella pointed down to Naruto with a friendly wink and an enchanting fiddle of the fingers. "I recommend him to anyone who is considering getting married… He's even like a therapist too. So hey, he's like two services in one for anyone is looking for that sort of—thing. He's Naruto Uzumaki."

Rambling indeed.

The crowd clapped, hooting at Naruto's obvious ability to throw an event together without a hitch.

"But no, on a serious note, I… had the best time working with him. I paid to be my wedding planner but I didn't pay him to become one of my greatest friends." She served gracious smiled, blowing a kiss to the blond wedding planner. He gave eagerly blew one back, disbelieving that this was the end of their time planning—running in and out of French-owned boutiques, flipping through pages upon pages of puffy or outrageously long trained wedding dress catalogs from Germany, and sifting through her impossible taste in flashy jewelry.

He knew this wasn't the last he would see of her. During the course of their long nights together they had become amazingly close, sharing secrets, telling jokes, and of course stuffing their faces to the point where Ella wasn't sure she was going to be able to fit in her wedding dress anymore. Unfortunately, it was closed chapter in his life but one, with great certainty that had an open ending.

"And," She squealed, "He's here with his boyfriend tonight. Hope you're enjoying yourself tonight, sir." She slightly bowed to Sasuke. "Be good to him. He's a gem. Okay?" Her eyes widened substantially, seeking confirmation as they filled with genuine concern.

Naruto relayed back to the women at Tiffany's. Why the hell did everyone assume they're dating?

He morphed into a statue, his mouth depleting from a smile to a tight lipped line.

Sasuke snorted beside him as he gently nudged him with the purpose of showing it was okay to indulge in the excitement?

The crowd came alive once more, yelping and hollering, much to Naruto's dismay.

Sasuke wasn't his boyfriend.

But contrary to popular belief, individuals presumed they were "showcasing" one another to the public, especially after their spicy glitter doused display of physical intimacy after the couple's I dos, not to mention their unashamed flirting at the Tiffany's jewelry store. One of the most respected wedding planners in Los Angeles trapezing around with an elite family employee of Uchiha Corporations was more than just mere coincidence in their opinion. It wasn't beyond conspiracy; no one had heard of Sakura, or even cared, nonetheless their engagement to wed. They simply bypassed the possibility he could potentially be his wedding planner to planning his wedding to another woman. Instead they catapulted to the conclusion they were an item exclusively because they visually complimented one another so flawlessly.

A true shame, really.

"Propose to him!" A gruff voice commanded from the dining area.

"Yeah, let's get a second marriage, tonight!" There was a small spur of banter coming from pleased onlookers that made Naruto die a little bit more inside.

This was a reminder of all the things he wasn't allowed to have.

Primarily his client's fiancé.

'Learn to sacrifice.'

"You are gonna marry him, right?"

Silence ensued.

"I'll let Naruto decide that." Sasuke coyly sipped at the thin glass of Cristal.

"So mysterious. Quite an obscure relationship they've got going there. Like Jay-Z and Beyonce." Ella tensed, half awaiting Naruto's reply, half awaiting Sasuke's proposal.

Sasuke's gaze drifted to the blond beside him, his arm venturing around his neck, drawing him closer, his lips pressing to his temple. "What say you, Naruto?" Sasuke so perfectly purred his name giving the younger male the rationale behind the unheeded shudders trembling up his spine.

"Say, yes!" Someone screamed out.

Naruto felt like he could just faint.


"Muah, muah." She smacked her lips on both of Naruto's cheeks.

Still in a mock epileptic shock, Naruto could barely keep up with the quick greeting from his fellow client.

"Are you a model?" She grabbed Sasuke's hands.

Sasuke frowned and Naruto could tell he was slightly insulted. "No."

"No? You look like one. Naruto you did very well… Your date is very…" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, stepping back to inhale Sasuke's exotic appearance.

"Does he take care of you?" Ella suppressed a devious smile, her hazel eyes warring with a cross between innocence and sexual activity.

"Ella, I'm not—"

"—In the mood to talk." Sasuke dragged the firm but frazzled blond away with a hard yank, not stopping until they reached the white clothed tables.

"What the hell was that for, you bastard?"Naruto freed his forearm with a strong tug.

"Why are you so upset, Naruto?" Sasuke purred like a spoiled Egyptian Siamese igniting another sapphire flame of vehemence in the small wedding planner. Sasuke was playing so many games despite knowing the reasoning behind his distress.

"You know why I'm upset. When I was just about to tell Ella that we are not an item and you pull me away. People always think we're together but it's just not true—no matter how much I try to clar—!"

"It's because I compliment you so well."

"What?" Naruto snorted. "Don't be so narcissistic, S'ske. You mean I compliment you." Naruto shook his head while condescendingly laughing.

"You have it twisted as usual. It's obvious I'm profession oriented—business and capital correlated. And I suppose…" Sasuke loomed over the cautious blond, a sinister smirk carved on his face. "From the perspective of the unsuspecting public, in such close proximity—you look like my wife."

Naruto gasped as his lungs burned in his ribs. "You stuuuu-pid teme! I'm a man! M-A-N! I can't be a wife!"

Ella smiled, weaving her arm back into her husband's. "It won't be long before their married, ya know?" The dark haired man looked down at his wife, seeking her confirmation on the verifying statement.

"Tch, could have fooled me, dobe. You cook, you can sew, and you can throw together a flower arrangement in a moment's notice. You're practically a walking home-ec class."

"Yeah, it's that everlasting love. The kind you can't refuse." Her eyes were glazed, her words submerged in a thick longing solution.

"You piece of dried shit! That doesn't classify me as a woman! I'm still missing a lot of necessary equipment like—"

"Kind of like us." Her husband smiled at her caressing her arm like the sun does the ripe spring-set Bermuda.

She chuckled before slapping his hand away. "Save the sappy shit for tonight, pervert."

"I get it. How about you prove that you're what you s—"

"Save it, pervert."


"S'Ske?" Naruto's was enveloping in the dancing stars before his eyelids, steadying his air supply, as he curled finger pads into the cotton blazer, lingering with the familiar scent of Sasuke's masculine cologne.

"Do you mix your own cologne?" The muffled words somehow reached the taller man's hearing devices.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Sasuke swayed with him, enveloping the man closer into his bosom.

Naruto giggled into Sasuke's firm pecs, melting to the acoustic version of Collide.

He remembered the night Sasuke invaded his home, the sweet, wholly intoxicating aroma that coated the inside of his nostrils and mesmerized his nerve endings, reeling him in by the velvet ropes.

It took all prior learned behavior of the self-control not to ravish Sasuke in that concrete second making it strikingly remarkable that regardless of how he tried to bestow the dismal deprivation juxtaposed to the avidity and desire, blooming and taking root in the hallows of his bare walls.

He usually felt like he was blind folded while strapped on a dynamic roller coaster unaware of the destination.

Especially around Sasuke.

And he enjoyed every dwindling dip and every stirring high.

"Because I can smell it… And I—like it. More than I should. It's soo unique—original," Familiar. Naruto admitted, inhaling in the scent and opening his crystal clear blue eyes.

"And I suppose you're a sucker for originality, aren't you?" Naruto could hear the playful subdued snide tone low in his throat but decided that the atmosphere was so mellow and predominantly comforting that he couldn't rage at the infuriating Uchiha for the time being. It was time to relax and embrace his asshole-esque qualities.

"Of course. How'd you know?" Naruto couldn't help but smile, letting his eyes fall closed again.

"Because I can see it. I never have seen a wedding or reception quite like this one and I probably never will see one again." The Uchiha smoothed his hands his back, his left hands capturing Naruto's right to lead the simple slow dance.

Out of the back you fall in time

Naruto twitched at the lyric—was that possibly geared towards him?

Even though it wasn't falling out like it implied he was doing, rather falling in—love.

Love?

But love was such a vast plain, a rigorous journey.

Was it supposed to feel this natural…? This liberating? This soaring?

Naruto didn't know… Ever since he was younger, he was conditioned to the belief love was supposed to hurt, or else it wasn't a profound or true.

"Don't close yourself off from the possibilities," He said but he wasn't sure if it was more to Sasuke or himself, "Because you just never know."

"Hn." And then Sasuke affectionately embraced his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

"Sasuke?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever get—scared? Like about life and what lies ahead?" Naruto hesitantly asked, his innards trembling in anticipation of the response. "For instance, are you scared to get… married?"

In a silence between them that filled with outside noise and the chorus of the music blending into the woodwork, for the first time since Sasuke convinced him to dance, he realized they weren't alone, especially on the dance floor. He was slightly embarrassed that he allowed Sasuke's exclusive exposition to rub off on him so soundlessly. Did that mean in approximately five years' time, he would turn into the brooding teme himself?

Couldn't be…

"No."

Of course not. Sasuke wasn't a coward like him.

"In terms of endangered individuality, I don't fear anyone will cause me to compromise who I am as a person. Marriage is a union, but not a hostile takeover. The joint effort should feel positively effortless."

Naruto contemplated his words as he continued. "In terms of being scared of the marriage dissolving, and fearing I could potentially be wasting my time at the altar, it all depends on who I'm making the commitment to that determines whether I would go through such a horde of emotions."

"What did you say to me earlier?" Naruto asked with an odd indifference.

Sasuke stiffened, feeling his heart lodge in his throat, knowing his only fear was Naruto's rejection.

"Nothing… I didn't say anything."

You and I collide


Four Days Later.


Naruto was calming from Ella's wedding. The entire ceremony was just too eventful for his tastes. Maybe bringing Sasuke wasn't in his best interest, but he didn't want Sasuke to be depressed about his small altercation with Sakura.

He was practically proposed to—

"What nonsense are you babbling about now?" Sasuke lifted an air eyebrow, shifting on his sofa with a passive expression engrained on his handsome face.

Naruto held up the wedding hair styles—varying up-dos and straight and curly styles—above his face as he rested his head on the arm rest of the chair, feet rested in Sasuke's lap, his hip coiled comfortably into the cushion.

"I know you don't speak English very well but try to comprehend. A-center-piece."

"I resent that." Sasuke leaned his elbow on his couch arm, as hate tinged the glance he gave Naruto.

"I know," Naruto uncaringly murmured. He sighed. "That's why I said it."

"Especially coming from someone constantly abuses the English language."

He blond shuffled his feet against Sasuke's thighs and then rolled onto his back. "I speak English perfectly, it's my first language."

"Then your second has to be gibberish."

"Shut up and stop insulting me."

"When you get your feet off me, I will," Sasuke said with no conviction, glancing down the socked feet with unconcealed disgust.

"Stop complaining. It's all day with you..." Naruto rolled his eyes.

"It's my personal space and you're invading it—" Sasuke assaulted the feet with contempt, tickling them mercilessly.

"Sasuke!" Naruto shrieked. He tried saving his feet from the strong tingles. "Stop!"

"Is-said… Stopppp!" Naruto's body became riddled with laughter. He dropped the folder Sakura had given him straight to the floor.

Sasuke smirked at Naruto's red faced reaction as he thrashed to get away from his grip. It made him even more excited for when he was going to get the man underneath him—in every sense of the word.

Sasuke freed up from tickling the bottom of his feet only to have Naruto growl at him. "Can I finish what the fuck I was gonna say before you keep your bullshit up?"

"Go right ahead." Sasuke smirked.

God, how he loved riling up the blond.

"As I was trying to say—a center piece—we need one."

"For?"

"The reception, smarty pants?"

"It would help if you explained what the fuck you have in mind for a center piece." Sasuke was a statement away from gritting his teeth.

"Like an ice sculpture or a glass statue. Clear enough for you?"

"Crystal."


Naruto narrowed his eyes. "That's not funny. We're going downtown."

Sasuke pulled in into a large parking lot to a boutique that seemed to sell exquisite enough figurines.

Sasuke pulled up the brake and clicked the red seatbelt button in his Porsche.

"What are you doing?" Naruto asked.

"Going into the store?" Sasuke held the seat belt with a pause giving the blond an incredulous look.

"I don't need you to come. How dare you act like your opinion has some type of merit when it comes to these things. The nerve of you." Naruto shook his head, leaving his car.

Naruto sauntered into the store, curiously just browsing.

Naruto examined the intricate figures of bronze and titanium molded into abstract, confusing figures. He felt the makings of perspiration bead on his neck as he felt like the cumbersome shapes, rattling his mind.

He walked up on the platform, to an overweight, brass Buddha. "He needed to put down the chopsticks. Goddamn."

He turned his head seeing the perfect diamond crusted glass swan resting next to the extended platform he stood on.

"That's perfect—" He turned suddenly, a loud crash thundered in the chilly, quiet store.

The thin plate attached to the long scepter was shattered on the floor.

"Uhhh," Naruto stammered.

"You broke iht! How could you chu! You arr paying fer it!" The French salesman approached Naruto at a fast pace.

"Hell no, I'm not. It's ugly," Naruto sneered as he glanced down at the chucks of glass on the floor.

The tan salesman's eyes darkened. "Then get out of my store. Security!"


Naruto slammed the car door with a thick thud.

With a start, Sasuke examined his body language—the childish pout and the tightly folded arms.

"Did something happen…?"

It was silent for a long time before Naruto recoiled. "I saw the perfect glass figurine and I was going to see it when I accidentally broke some stupid plate on some stupid, ugly, statue! Then this guy comes and says 'pay for it for the hot-mess or get out'. I was not gonna pay for a tragedy so I was like 'hell no, I'm not!' Then after I refuse, he has his cronies manhandle me out of the store. Sasuke… It was horrible." Naruto's tantrum simmered down and he refolded his arms, sitting back against the leather car seat.

"So, let me wrap my brain around this—you broke the man's statue and refused to reimburse him for damaging his property because it was ugly?"

"Is there an echo in here? That's what I just said." Sasuke didn't allow his bitter tone to pierce his skin.

"Don't get belligerent with me because you couldn't handle entering a place with invaluable merchandise alone without breaking them like some small irresponsible child. "

"Sasuke, leave—me—aloneeeeeee," Naruto drawled, hitting his head against the window in frustration.

"That actually sounds like a bad idea." Sasuke massaged his temples. He couldn't believe Naruto's immaturity towards the situation. Only he would have such faulty logic when it came to breaking something that didn't belong to him.

"Can you drive me home and bring me back here tomorrow?"

Sasuke turned the key in the ignition, trying to shake the light-headed feeling Naruto gave him. "Whatever."


Day 2.

"So you say you are aware it is 84 degrees outside, correct?"

"Yes, I know," Naruto waved his hand at Sasuke, annoyed.

Sasuke glanced at quite the spectacle: Naruto dressed in a knee length, beige trench coat over his black D&G suit, a dark Fedora hat, and with a large pair shades that covered nearly half his face.

Crazy.

"I'll be back."

Naruto re-entered the store, counting on memory to quickly find the piece he was enamored with at first sight. He just had to have it, one way or another.

Naruto stared at the price tag, slightly lifting it: $5,498

The shades he bought for this occasion: $246.00

The amount of gas it took to get here: $17.42

Proving to Sasuke he wasn't completely incompetent: Priceless.

There are some things that just can't be earned but for everything else, there's MasterCard.

A pair of women, suspiciously eyed Naruto. They were so unsure of his style of dress they moved to the other side of store, whispering all the while.

"Sir, do vu need help?" The same man of yesterday was suddenly at his side, surprising Naruto.

"Um, yes, I'd like to purchase this—" By any stretch the imagination, Naruto thought this was going to work, but his shades fell from his face when he spun to him.

"It's you!" The man immediately recognized him from the previous day as Naruto tried to scramble away, glasses in hand.

"Security! The man hollered to the back as Naruto tried to escape. Two burly men chased Naruto, managing to restrain both his arms.

"Let go of me you bastards! Ugh! I didn't do anything!" Naruto flailed, screaming and cursing the entire way through the door.

"Unless you pay for destroying my merchandise, I dun want vu in my store! Good day, brat." The man gave a victorious smile.


Day 3.

"I'm not leaving without that center piece, Sasuke." Naruto pushed a new caramel pair of BeBe sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose, inspecting his visage into the passenger seat mirror.

"Perfect," Naruto muttered to himself. He pulled them off and dropped them into his lap.

"I'm assuming that explains the dress?" Sasuke asked with an upward infliction, the sun beating into his sensitive gray eyes through the warm wind shield.

"Sasuke, don't question dedication."

"You're the only one I know who demonstrates dedication by dressing up like a woman. Do you feel more comfort-"

"Will you be quiet?" Naruto touched on his coral blush, making sure it was on point.

Sasuke didn't reply because he couldn't stop staring at Naruto's veritable subduction to the female gender.

With the long mane of crimson hair, Sasuke had to admit Naruto would be the one striking woman he had ever seen, considering his apathetic attitude towards both genders. He wouldn't say he was completely repulsed by men and women because he had finally met the one person left his "little" soldier standing up…

Naruto combed through the wig with his small fingers, smoothing down the waist length tresses. He then pulled out a tube of lipstick and rolled up the cosmetic, smearing on the bright red make up. He smacked his lips together as he tried to ensure the lipstain was properly distributed. Content with the results, he reached into his lap and pulled up a napkin to press his lips onto.

Sasuke watched in slight awe, but mainly admiration. "You're really good at that."

"Well, I do it for a living. What do you expect?" Naruto replied without realizing the underlying connotation of the statement. Raising his head and staring at the mirror, Naruto's blank stare was very telling. He finally caught on.

"Disregard that," He quickly ordered.

"I'd rather not," Sasuke said with an indignant smirk. He rested on the door as Naruto reached for his MAC mascara.

He called Naruto his wife mostly as a joke but he never expected him to take it so literally

"Why are you wearing sunglasses, again?"

"Because he'll recognize my eyes, S'Ske." Naruto fumbled with the mascara brush and began to brush it on his abnormally long eyelashes.

Sasuke sat amused on the other side of the car. He had to admit Naruto's eyes were a signature trait of his. They were so blue, people were skeptical it was actually his authentic eye color. Regardless, they had Sasuke sold and leaving him wondering if he was the only one who found them deliciously, alluring—seductive.

He better be; because he certainly wasn't into sharing, with anyone.

Naruto completed the mascara phase, putting it back into his black studded Couture purse.

"If you're wearing sunglasses, isn't it virtually pointless to wear mascara?" Sasuke observed only angering the innately feisty blond.

"Shut the hell up, teme. Do you live solely for the purpose of pissing me off? Because if you do I have strategic plan of making you disappear in the cleanest fashion, you arrogant prick!"

"That's very unlady-like, Naruto. Women don't use such disrespectfully offensive vocabulary. If you want to make your role more believable, you should use more pleasant language. Actually, shouldn't you be going now?"

Sasuke opened the folder in his lap, beginning to disregard the man in drag next to him.

"Don't dismiss me—fucking rude." Naruto scowled, turning to the lit mirror one last time, shutting it.

He pushed the glasses onto his face, throwing all his belongings into his new bag.

"C'mon. Let's go." Naruto huffed, pulling the strap onto his shoulder.

Sasuke's pale skin glistened in the sun as looked over at Naruto. "What?"

"You're coming with me, hurry up. We're going."

"Slow you slow down, jeez." Naruto pulled at Sasuke's arm as he tentatively set the four inch red pump next to the door. "These things are not as easy as to maneuver as woman try to make it seem."

Sasuke sighed, glaring down at the crabby blond. He could be so damn pushy sometimes. He was the one who said his presence was unneeded in the first place.

He pulled the door while having the small femininely clad blond latched to his arm. "Ladies first," Sasuke gave Naruto his hand to balance while he momentarily took the lead to step into the quiet store.

Naruto looked back, his red lipsticked lips mouthing, 'Fuck off.'

Sasuke let out a quiet, amused snort.

The tan, dusty blond haired man stood in the center, instantly noticing Naruto, relishing in how beautiful he was in his dusky brown, virgin wool, crepe Roberto Cavalli ¾ length number, his taunt, curvaceous legs speaking even before he opened his mouth.

"Hevo, young lady," He chucked, rushing to capture Naruto's hand, pressing a soft kiss on his hand.

"Oh," Naruto gasped, flattered. "Thank you, you're too sweet." Naruto giggled, his grip slackening on the agitated Uchiha.

"Look, don't touch my wife." Sasuke flexed his right hand, trying to intimidate the smaller man that he would stop making blatant advances on his woman—man.

"Sorve, sir. She's just so gorgeous. Your've very verry lucky, sir."

He didn't think he was so gorgeous when he was forcefully escorting him on both Saturday and Sunday for an accident. Who knew it took makeup and a beautiful dress to attract the positive type of attention? Maybe, dressing up like a woman purely for desperation purposes wasn't the only time he should dress up like a woman. Just a thought.

"I know," Sasuke said darkly. He wasn't lightening up at all. "Now, take two steps back," Sasuke instructed. He made sure he followed through with the procedure he asked of him with great precision.

Naruto's eyebrow twitched behind the thick bangs with vigor.

Wife? Since when was that established?

He decided he wouldn't show how displeased he was with the roles Sasuke conveyed to the man because that meant he would have to explain the nature of their relationship which would be a rather uncanny one. Wedding Planner and soon-to-be-groom. It wasn't as if the man would believe him anyhow, no one usually did.

"Sorry, my husband can be rather possessive because he sees what he stands to lose."

"I can see it too."

They shared a mutual laugh.

"Talk to her again and I'll jam one of your precious manikins so far up your ass—"

"Calm down, big boy." Naruto snuggled into the man; the fiery pin-straight hair brushing Sasuke's hand, reminding him Naruto wouldn't be as troublesome because he wasn't a dick anymore but a chick.

"We are here because we'd like to buy your stunning swan statuette." Naruto smiled a toothy grin, his red lipstick causing his smile to look even more luminous.

"Yes, m'am." He gave an affirmative nod.

Sasuke offered up his platinum card.

"Can you gift wrap it?" Naruto quickly asked, with a straight face.

"We von't typically wrap the sculptures."

Naruto gripped on Sasuke tighter. "Do as I say."

Sasuke bucked at the man causing him to snatch the card quickly and scurry away.

Naruto giggled at the reaction and Sasuke was surprised how little altering Naruto had to do to his voice to make it sound womanly. "Thank you."


"Yes, I finally got it Sasuke! It's going to be soooooo beautiful." Naruto care freely, threw his hands into the warm sun.

Sasuke stared, squinting his eyes, thoughtfully.

"I like you better as a man."

"Eh!"

And Sasuke needed ice for his jaw bone.


Everybody should know that collisions don't always have to be car accidents, don't always have to be negative, or ever have to be painful… It all just depends on what you're crashing into.

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