Book One: The Wedding Date Chapter 14: 13: Hell's Wedding Party, a naruto fanfic

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Okay, I went back and looked at this story. I realized...I was a horrible writer. When I started, that is. I do pray I have gotten better.

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Chapter Thirteen
Hell's Wedding Party

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This Wedding Party Belongs To Hell. They're From It - They Have To Be.

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Gaara squeezed her shoulder and steered her back towards the car. "You okay? Blossom?"

Sakura heaved a small sigh and snuggled deeper into the elder's arms. "I am now." She twisted into him and wrapped her arms around his narrowed waist. She breathed in deeply; earth and fresh rain. Sakura smiled. It was a good mixture. She heaved a small sigh. Her smile slowly deflating. Sakura was becoming attached. That wasn't good.

Gaara smiled softly and rubbed her arm. "Who's driving?" He questioned as Temari showed up on his right side.

"I will! BELIEVE IT!"

Gaara rolled his eyes.

"What is up with him and this catch phrase?" Sakura muttered. "If he continues to say that, I'm gonna hit him. Believe it!"

Gaara chuckled softly.

Temari smirked. "Matsuri is sitting up front with you. Believe it!"

Naruto pouted. "You're making fun of me aren't you?"

Temari glanced back. Her smirk grew as she shrugged.

Sakura giggled and waited to step inside the car as Gaara opened the door.

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Sakura frowned as the Cherry Red Black Rose Estate. Her nose scrunched. Where the hell had her mother come from? Didn't she say she was going to be late? Sakura scoffed lightly. Her nose scrunched in the process. Didn't mom always tell me to never be late? Isn't it always better to be early? Old bitty can't even follower her own rules.

Gaara chuckled and smoothed out the lines on her face. "What are you thinking about Blossom?"

Sakura giggled softly. "My mother. She always said it's never good to be late. Hypocritical no? Like the pot calling the kettle black." Her eyes glanced over at the car once more. "Yet, she seems to be on time..."

A slow smile slid across his lips. "The things that go on in your head." He shook his head and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"That's a secret Sand-y." Sakura smiled impishly.

Gaara rolled his eyes and linked their fingers together before pulling her into their house. He bowed slightly at the butler and followed the maid that led them out back and onto the patio like gazebo.

Sakura frowned in distaste as she looked at the wedding party.

Hinata and Itachi were the bride and groom. Sakura the maid of honor and Sasuke was the best man. Kyoko was the bridesmaid and Yoshi was the groomsmen. Hana was the flower girl and Kenji was the ring bearer. The ushers: Kiba and Shino.

Would it be wrong to say she hated the wedding party?

Well we don't count the ring bearer or the flower girl. They were to young, and too adorable.

Sakura heaved a sigh.

We dislike the Hinata because she's…a fake witch who wants her ways. Itachi because he broke her heart. Sasuke because he has a creepy sadistic obsession with her. Kyoko because she's a plastic ho who lies and cheats. Yoshi because he's a perv. And Kiba and Shino because they never grew up out of their high school football years.

Yep, those were all reasons to dislike the wedding party.

Lunch was going to be a disaster.

Gaara smiled softly and hugged Sakura closer. "What's my blossom thinking about?"

Sakura smiled at the nickname and leaned against Gaara.

"Sakura." Caroline smiled at her daughter.

Sakura arched an eyebrow in curiosity. Her and Gaara came to a stop in front of her. "Weren't you supposed to be late getting here?"

Caroline waved her hand dismissively. She pointed at Sakura's friends. "You all can't join."

Sakura stared at her mother in horror. "Mother!"

Caroline once again waved her off. "I didn't know they were coming. We don't have enough places or food." She glared at her daughter. "If I had known they were coming, I would have been better prepared." She huffed softly.

Naruto frowned. "With all due respect Mrs. Haruno. She did not know we were coming." His voice even and smooth.

Caroline snorted. "Well that is just rude."

Sakura heaved a sigh. And snorting wasn't?

Caroline heaved a small placated sigh. "Two of you can join. The others can have lunch inside the house. I already have the chefs cooking for you."

Sakura shook her head softly. Cause she couldn't have started off with that? She kills me. She goes from an utter witch to and actual person at times.

"Y'all go." Temari announced while pointing at Naruto and Matsuri. She smiled.

The others nodded in agreement.

Naruto nodded and reached out his hand - wiggling his fingers. He smiled as Matsuri laced their fingers together. "Lead the way Sakura."

Sakura smiled and did as told. She heaved a small sigh as they made their way out onto the gazebo like patio. Her nose scrunched in distaste as she saw Kyoko eyeing her man. A blush stained her cheeks. Her man. A slow smile slid across her lips. She liked the sound of that.

Her man.

She giggled softly as Gaara held out her chair.

"Mi' Lady." He smirked and bowed.

She giggled. "Why, thank you, sand servant."

Gaara chuckled. He kissed her forehead and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before he sat.

"Hello! My name is Kyoko." She flicked her long black hair of her shoulder and smiled cutely.

Gaara gave a slight nod. "Gaara." He turned towards Sakura and proceeded to open his mouth.

"Where are you from Gaara?" Kyoko egged on. She wanted under his skin - among other things. And she was going to get it. Kyoko always got what she wanted.

He heaved a small sigh. He did his best to keep the perverted grin off of his lips as Sakura squeezed his thigh before patting it gently. "Sunagakura."

Kyoko smiled. "Oh! I always wanted to travel there. I heard the shopping is amazing."

Gaara smiled softly and laced his fingers with Sakura's under the table.

Naruto rolled his eyes and leaned over to Sakura. "What so she can use the excuse of its too hot, while acting like a 'b*tch in heat' whore?" He whispered.

Sakura giggled softly. She smiled impishly as Gaara turned his full attention to her once more. Sakura would have to tell him that one later. That was a must tell. Sakura glanced at the other girl. Kyoko was practically raping Gaara with her ugly eyes. She really is a b*tch in heat; isn't she?

Gaara smiled and edged closer. "Blossom? What are Naruto and you talking about?" He gulped down the bile that rose in the back of his throat. His right hand moved under the table and gripped the foot that was trying to edge up on the inside of his leg. He glared at Kyoko out of the side of his eyes. Gaara squeezed cruelly. He hid the smirk as she yanked her wounded foot back.

Sakura smirked, He did something to her. I just know it. She twisted in her seat. Sakura let her plump pink lips rest against his ear as she breathed. "I'll tell you later." She let her hand slide into the inside of his suit jacket. She patted the right pectoral muscle as she moved back to her former position.

Gaara shivered and smirked. "You're playing dirty." His hand slid over her thigh and squeezed the dress and shivering thigh. "Careful Flower." He growled playfully by her ear. "You might get plucked."

Sakura giggled. That was sooooooo cheesy! She smiled impishly and leaned against him as she shivered once more.

Gaara frowned.

That second shiver wasn't because of him. He watched as the trees swayed in the background. It was windy-ish. Was she cold? He looked down at the sundress she was wearing. She was cold. Gaara pulled away and slid his jacket off. With a gentleman like smile he placed the jacket around her shoulders and buttoned it in front for her. "That warmer flower?" He cooed softly.

Sakura nodded. She brought the jacket closer and breathed in deeply. It smelled just like him. Sakura relaxed completely.

Okay, maybe today wasn't that bad.

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Itachi flinched for a second time as Gaara called her flower. That had been his nickname for her. His fists tightened under the table. He was the only one that was supposed to use that nickname. Not Gaara. Itachi heaved a sigh.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Had she really moved on?

Was she not able to feel anything when they were standing together at the altar?

He watched with sad eyes as Sakura nuzzled up to Gaara. It hurt. It hurt, to see her with another man. To see Sakura wrapped in someone else's arms while she graced them with the goddess like smile that was meant only for Itachi. Wasn't he supposed to be happy? He turned and looked at his own fiancé. Itachi's frown deepened. Happy? He was anything but.

Hinata was acting all lovey dovey towards Yoshi.

Didn't they both know Hinata was taken?

They acted as if tomorrow wasn't Hinata's wedding day.

Why was he even marrying her?

They weren't in love. It had been a fling with a scare. But when Hinata's mother caught wind...things had gone downhill.

Itachi's lips pursed.

Caroline, their mother, had used it against Itachi. He looked down at his hands. He had never told Sakura. Never told her about the night her mother had come to him. Come to him begging. Begging him to marry Hinata. Telling him how much better Hinata was. How Hinata would be able to fulfill his needs. More so than Sakura ever would be able to. Itachi gulped. This was his own fault. Why? Because for a small second, he had believed her. Believe that Hinata could give him everything.

But how wrong he had been.

Itachi heaved another sigh.

Things had changed drastically.

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Sasuke stared at the pinkett. She was just as beautiful has he had always remembered her to be. He subconsciously licked his lips. He wanted her. A pout marred Sasuke's lips. He had yet to have her.

Someone was always there to interrupt.

Sasuke didn't like that.

He would have her. Have her before she went back to Sunagakure.

He smirked. Sasuke would finally get his flower. As she was always meant to be. His. She wasn't meant for Itachi. And she sure as hell wasn't meant for Gaara.

Sakura was going to be his. No one could stand in his way. Or stop him.

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Sakura heaved a small sigh. Okay so lunch wasn't exactly that bad. Yes there was alcohol, but there was no amp. So that was a plus.

They were drinking wine. But because of the food and the all around chatter. Only a light buzz filtered through the people.

Sakura smiled. She stood lightly. She clutched Gaara jacket in the process. Sakura smiled. "I'm going to grab a bottle of Pinot Noir Sonoma Coast."

Ryuu smiled. "I kept a bottle especially for you. It's down in the cellar."

Sakura nodded. "Thanks dad."

Ryuu smiled.

Sakura moved towards the greenhouse cellar. The wine cellar was below it. Sakura hummed softly. She was happy. Sakura was actually, truly happy. She giggled to herself.

Gaara cleared his throat and stood. "I'll go get the vegetable tray for you, Mrs. Haruno."

Caroline smiled. "Thank you Gaara." She giggled like a school girl as he smiled at her. She smirked softly. She twisted in her seat and gently elbowed Kyoko. "Why don't you go help him?" Her head cocked to the side. "You would be so much better suited for him." She smiled. "Don't you remember what I told you earlier? Now would be the perfect time."

Kyoko smirked. She folded her napkin on the table and excused herself to the bathroom.

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Gaara bit back a groan as he heard heels clacking behind him. He knew it wasn't Sakura. He didn't have to be a fortune teller to know that.

"Hello, Gaara." Kyoko cooed gently. She giggled like a school girl and moved closer. "So..." She stepped even closer. Kyoko smiled up at him. She reached out and let her hand draw small circles on his shirt.

Gaara bit back a shudder and stepped away. He glared warningly. He turned towards the fridge.

Kyoko scoffed slightly. She stared long and hard at Gaara while he grabbed another vegetable tray. "You can't possibly be with Sakura. There is no way." Denial, there couldn't possibly be a way that was true.

Gaara frowned. Why in the world is it so hard for people to believe that I'm with her? It's like everyone knows it's fake. His brows furrowed slightly. "I am. She's my fiancé." I wish she was...

Kyoko shook her head. "You don't have to lie. Caroline already said you're only with her because she puts out." She smirked and let her index finger trail down his bicep. "We both know what Sakura is."

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Sakura giggled as she saw the four rows of her favorite wine. Her dad hadn't exaggerated, had he?

Her brows knitted together as footsteps were heard behind her. "Gaara you didn't have to follow? Why did you?" Her lips pursed. Which bottle? Which bottle? So many to choose from.

"You trip on stairs quite easily. If I remember correctly, that is."

Her eyes widened as she stilled her spine. That wasn't Gaara.

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