Today was the day of the Wedding. Sakura and Gaara would finally be married. This was the biggest gathering since the death of the fifth Hokage. It was a beautiful day and it was outside. Hundreds of chairs were lined up at the alter, and Sakura blossoms covered the ground.
Once everyone was seated, the music started and a very handsome Gaara walked up the carpet. Then Sakura walked out, she was stunning in everyway and in all white. Finally reaching the alter, she took his hand and the priest began.
At the end, the priest asked, "Do you, Gaara, take Sakura as your beloved wife?"
"Of course I do."
"And do you, Sakura, take Gaara as your devoted Husband?"
"I do as well." She had tears rolling down her cheek and Gaara kissed her."
"You may now…keep kissing the bride!"
Everyone cheered and ran up to congratulate them. They were all delighted for the time being until a kunai flew and stuck into one of the seats. A few more came and the crowd screamed and started running in different directions.
"What's going on?" Sakura yelled
"I don't know." Gaara said
Suddenly over fifty-masked shinobi appeared and started collecting the gifts. Most of the guests were also ninja so they protected the others. Sakura and Gaara ran into the fray and fought back to back. At first, the sand was protecting Sakura as well but she told him to concentrate on protecting himself.
Sakura was fighting one of them, she knocked him out, but behind her was another ninja. He took out a sword and she grabbed two kunai lying on the ground. They fought with clanging sounds but Sakura was at a disadvantage because of her dress. Her opponent swung the sword once more and landed the blade at her shoulder she screamed, but Gaara could do nothing but yell. "Don't touch her you filthy bastard!"
Her wound was deep; the blood flowed continuously, making her faint. Gaara bellowed in rage, with quick movements of his hand, sand wrapped around the intruders.
"Sand Coffin!" He squeezed his hand and blood burst from the cocoons they were in, splattering everything. The guests stood watching Gaara bend and pick up Sakura, red stained the once perfect dress, and a gash exposed her shoulder.
Later, at the hospital, he sat next to his injured love as Tsunade examined her. She will wake up in a couple of hours, the sword left bits of metal and she fractured her shoulder blade, that is all fixed but her blood loss was extremely high.
Gaara stayed by her side occasionally, guests would visit and sit for a few minutes and leave. The hours ticked by and he worried more and more, the hours became days and then a week. The sand ninja was at his breaking point; he had no food since the incident and was sick with worry. On the eighth day, Gaara saw her hand twitch, he called Tsunade, and Sakura turned her head a little bit. Tsunade scanned her and Sakura was improving but suddenly her heartbeat grew fainter and fainter. Gaara whispered "No, no, NO!" He bent down and kissed her. Tsunade tried to pull him back but he stayed put. Sakura's eyes flicked open, she was stunned at first but then she kissed him back and he lifted his head.
"Gaara, you're crying." He lifted his hand and felt the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I haven't cried in years, but, I'm happy." He looked confused
"It's okay, I love you to much to not kiss you back."
Sorry, school started again and things are hectic so it might take a while for another chapter. Only one left.
