It is, as I am posting this 3:50.
IN THE MORNING.
And am I done yet? Nooooo, I'm in the middle of a roll on the next chapter, so I'll be up a while longer. Hahaha hehehe ehhhhh... I need a life... or a psychologist...
My InoCho wedding for my darling little salemboy94 and also for the lovely cerez, who said that he was really looking forward to my InoCho wedding.
Well, here it is! Hope you're not disappointed.
"Did the flowers arrive?"
"Yep. Your mom took care of it to make sure everything arrived on time and just right."
"Are they setting them up how they should be? The ribbons on the vases aren't to ostentatious, are they?"
"Yes, and you decided on the thin silver ribbon remember? It's fine and pretty and very wedding-y." Ino nodded and took a breath as they continued walking through the halls to the bridal party's room, reminding herself that everything was going to go like clockwork. After all, hadn't everyone worked hard under her direction to make every single minute detail come out flawlessly for her wedding?
But damn it, she just knew that there was going to be something she forgot.
Looking over at her right hand and maid of honor, Ino felt a stab of love and pity for Sakura. She had been so great with helping her with everything and dealing with her moods and whims, and yet even on the big day she just couldn't give the pink haired girl a break.
Oh well, what else are best-friends for?
"And the caterers?"
"Here, all three of them. You know they'd get here early so not to get on anyone's bad side. They here the words 'Akimichi wedding' and both run in fear from the work and salivate over the huge paycheck." Ino nodded as her group entered the bridal room, everyone spreading out for their individual tasks.
Ino continued her interrogation about what was going on as her hair and makeup were being done, lifting her arms up and keeping still as her dress was pulled up her body, the corset ties in the back being done up.
After slipping into her skinny silver heels Ino turned to look at herself in the floor-length mirror, taking in the way her hair -Hinata really needed to go into business- had been curled and tussled, the front-most parts kept back with a glittering barrette at the back of her head, her bangs, as per usual, hanging over her eye.
Her dress was of ivory satin, the sweet-heart neckline and the tightly hugging fabric that extended down over her hips giving her just the right amount of sexy that she wanted, the dropped waist-line flaring out into a ball gown skirt and the chapel train giving her the perfect amount of elegance. There was beading just before the skirt flared out like a sort of dropped belt to giver her the glamor, and the surprising simplicity of it assured her that it wouldn't take away from the package as a whole.
Ino looked at the expectant faces around her before smoothing her hands down her curving hips, sending them all a cocky smile.
"Damn, am I hot or what?"
There was a laugh of appreciation before everyone hurried on with their individual things and Ino turned to find Sakura behind her, fussing over the girl she had with her.
"And how's our flower girl doing, little miss Karin?" The five year old blinked up at the angel in front of her before smiling, wishing as hard as she had ever wished that she could be as pretty as that.
"Fine." She said.
Ino amazingly knelt down and kept her perfect balance on the thin twigs that she called heels -most people would have found it impossible enough to even stand up in the things- and tilted her head inquisitively at the child.
"What's up, buttercup?"
Karin giggled and shrugged, leaning against her mother' legs as she smiled at the bride.
"You look really pretty, Aunt Ino." The child whispered loudly, as if it were some big secret. Ino leaned in until their noses almost bumped and whispered right back to her.
"Yeah, but you're prettier."
The smaller girl smiled and fiddled with the fabric of her lavender dress, "Nuh-uh. You look like a princess."
Ino grinned at the child and stood up, walking a few steps away to a table they had set up and picking up a box off of it.
"Now," She said, "It just doesn't make sense that I'm the princess here Because, after all, you're the one that gets to wear this." She said, lifting up a dainty little silver sparkly tiara that made the small girl gasp. Setting it atop the girl's white-haired head Ino watched at the child quickly turned, her wide eyes eating up her reflection in the mirror as if it were the most delicious treat.
"Mom! Mom! Do you see? Do you see? I'm a princess." She said, dancing around in her unrestrained excitement, the fluffy skirt of her dress twisting and turning as she twirled.
"Yes, you're very pretty." Sakura said sweetly, leaning into Ino to hiss at her almost silently, "What are you doing, giving a five year old something like that? It's probably real! Do you even know how much that thing cost?" Ino shrugged.
"I don't really care. She's getting a kick out of it, and it was just some gift from some store."
"Yes, but it's a tiara!"
"It could be a potato for all I care, so long as Karin likes it and she regards me as her favorite aunt."
Sakura rolled her eyes and was about to say something when Karin began to pull incessantly at her bride's maid dress, her mint green eyes pleading pitifully with the woman. "Mom! Let's go find Dad and show him! Can we? Can we?"
Ino watched the duo walk away with a slight head shake before turning away to do a few more mental checkups.
"I wonder if the cake arrived alright..." She murmured, jumping slightly in surprise when a familiar voice jarred her from her thoughts.
"It did, and it's huge." Ino whirled around to be faced with yet another member of her bridal party with a child.
Temari jiggled Kyoko on her hip, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. "And I there I was thinking our cake for one clan wedding was big, but two clans where one is the Akimichi? Big doesn't even begin to describe that thing." Ino nodded and then bit her lip in worry.
"Did it look alright? Nothing was messed up, was it? Do you think they got the wrong flavors because-" She was stopped when Temari forcefully pushed her down on a small sofa that was situated against the wall, picking up one of the champagne flutes that sat on the table and shoving it into her hands.
"Chill. Nothing was wrong, everything was right. You need to think about something else because if you don't stop freaking out you'll go out there with worry lines or something." Ino immediately smoothed her face out and took a sip of the drink, blinking at just how bubbly it was. She'd never had champagne before and it was actually pretty good.
Taking the other woman's advice Ino decided to start a conversation, figuring that that would be the best thing to distract her.
"I heard you guys were dragged to another clan meeting."
Temari sighed and stepped over the skirt of Ino's dress, moving the material out of the way on the sofa so that she could sit down beside the other blonde, shifting the toddler so that she was sitting in her lap.
"Yeah, it was pretty troublesome." She said, her lips twitching at her use of her husband's favored word. "I don't know how but eventually it got on the subject of Kyoko's name again, all of those old geezers talking about how the youth was upsetting decades of tradition and all that. I mean, she's almost two, you'd think they would have gotten over it by now."
Ino's lips twitched, "What did you say?"
"I said that since it was so important to them if they managed to get her up in themselves and then shove her right back out again I'd be perfectly fine with them renaming her. It was pretty quiet after that." Ino snorted and poured herself some more of the champagne -man, that stuff was good.
"I'm going to pass the kid off to her grandparents so that I can stay in here right before we go out. She'll probably sleep through the ceremony since she was up all night with Shikamaru." Ino nodded goodbye and continued to sit after she had left, pouring herself some more champagne, the bubbly taste just absolutely delightful.
Thinking about bubbles got her thinking about something she had read earlier about how birds ate the rice after weddings and died, and how bubbles were a better alternative. She couldn't remember if they had bubbles or not, which obviously meant that they didn't, and thinking that she was about to selfishly kill all of those innocent birds was just so overwhelming that tears filled her eyes.
"Well, it seems like everything is in ord- Ino! What happened? Why are you crying?" Sakura frantically asked, kneeling down next to her sobbing friend.
"T-The birds!" Ino choked out, sniffling loudly as huge tears rolled down her cheeks and ruined her makeup.
"What birds?" Sakura couldn't remember anything about birds in the wedding.
"T-The ones we're going to kill!" Ino wailed, her tears coming faster now as Sakura's confusion grew.
"What? What are you talking about?" Sakura was conscious of everyone staring and glared at them so that they would quickly divert their attention from her blonde friend, knowing that if she had been in her right mind she would have detested the looks.
"R-Rice kills birds! When I make everyone throw the rice, I'm making everyone kill birds! I'm evil!" She wailed again, louder this time, and Sakura winced, still as confused as ever, especially about how her best-friend was acting.
"Ino, we're not using rice. You said that you didn't want it getting in your hair." Ino blinked at her for a moment, huge tears still rolling down her face.
"R-Really?" Sakura nodded. "Then are we using bubbles?" Sakura's eyebrows scrunched together as she shook her head, watching as the blonde's face crumbled.
"You were afraid that the soap would stain your dress."
"B-B-But why? N-Now my wedding is going to suck!" Sakura rolled her eyes, already tired of this weepy side of Ino.
"Ino, you're giving everyone a box with a piece of paper jutsued to look and fly like a butterfly in it for them to release because you know that Choji likes butterflies and you wanted to surprise him." Ino blinked at her, her face momentarily clearing.
"That's pretty smart." Sakura nodded, eager now that she thought that the crying was over.
"Yeah, and you came up with it all by yourself." Watching as Ino's face once again fell, Sakura's shoulders sagged as she tried to figure out what it had been this time.
"T-Then it's going to mess up because everything I do messes up. I suck!" She wailed, and Sakura buried her face into her hands as her tried to count to ten, reminding herself that this was Ino's wedding day and not the proper time or place for her to throttle her.
Coming into the room Temari blinked at the complete 180 the bride had done, looking at her weeping figure with shock. "What happened?" She asked the pink haired woman, the only forthcoming answer being a crazed look as she threw her hands up into the air in defeat.
Looking around the room for anything that might have been a cause for her friend's sudden despair Temari's eye caught on the half empty bottle of champagne, and glancing at the other woman and then back at the bottle Temari sighed.
"Ino, how much champagne have you had?" The blonde hiccuped and shrugged, and Sakura sent a look up at the ceiling for help.
"She's a trained medic nin, so unless she was able to chug down three or four bottles in the amount of time we were gone she's not drunk. And you've seen Ino when she's drunk, you know that she's nothing like this." Temari shrugged.
"Different alcohols effect different people differently. Usually I'm good with most alcohol, but when I drink sake it's a whole other story."
"What happens?"
Temari got a strange look in her eye and she looked away, shaking her head as if even the memory was just too terrible to bear. "It's awful, trust me. But maybe Ino just isn't good with champagne." Sakura nodded, seeing it as the only possible explanation.
"Oy, Woman." They all looked over to see Shikamaru in the doorway, a disgruntled expression on his face as he tugged at his tie. "I came to get Kyoko to give her to my parents."
Temari rolled her eyes and was about to give one of her usual retorts when Ino sniffled loudly and stood up.
"You," She choked out, "Are such a good Daddy!" And she practically threw herself at the other man, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she sobbed, her tears starting over anew.
The look on Shikamaru's face, at that moment, was priceless. His eyes were halfway out of his head and a look of complete and utter fear covered his face as he stiffened in the woman's hold.
"What the hell?" He bit off, looking down at Ino with fear and concern. While she wasn't the most emotionally reliable person he knew she usually -make that she never- threw herself at him while crying uncontrollably.
"It seems like the champagne is making her weepy." Sakura told him, watching the man with sympathy. "Come on, Temari. We should get her off of him."
"Nah, I'm okay." She said, wishing so badly at that moment that she had a camera. Her husband's face was absolutely priceless and she would have given anything to have physical proof of the moment so that she could lord it over him for as long as possible.
"Damn it, Woman, get her off of me!" Shikamaru grunted, sending her an aggravated glare. "And fix her, or something. She can't go out there like this."
"I know a few tricks that might do it, but I need help," She said, sending a look at the amused blonde, "To get her off." Seeing the look in Sakura's eyes Temari rolled hers as she sighed, seeing that her fun was about to end.
It took the two of them to get a now limp -but still crying- Ino off of Shikamaru, who took his freedom gratefully and quickly escaped with it, not wanting to stay any longer in case he was attacked again.
Sakura quickly made some hand seals and pressed her glowing hands to Ino's abdomen, quickly battling the alcohol that filled her system as if it were a poison.
Ino blinked at them a few minutes later, clear eyed, and then looked at the bottle of champagne as if it were a deadly viper.
"Good God, get that stuff out of here." Everyone quickly nodded in agreement and disposed of the bottle and it's contents, coming back into the room immediately when they heard Ino scream.
"What? What is it?" Sakura asked, getting into her fighting stance as soon as she jumped into the room, managing to do it flawlessly even in her floor-length dress and heels.
"My makeup," Ino moaned, looking at herself in the mirror, almost ready to cry again at the sight of her completely ravaged face. "My face. This is terrible." Sakura relaxed and came over to the blonde, brushing her bangs out of her face so that she could get a better look at her.
"Yeah, you look like hell. But we can fix the swelling around your eyes pretty easily, the real problem will be getting the makeup off."
Temari stepped forward, pulling out a small tub of cream from her purse.
"Here, Kankuro had the same problem sometimes -not the crazy crying though, that's all you, Ino- and he used this. Got it all right off without a problem, and it moisturizes."
Ino sat still as Sakura began to liberally coat her face with the cream, hoping that they weren't going to be late because of her low tolerance of some stupid and cheap alcohol.
"I hate champagne. I'm never drinking it again. I don't care how damn happy the occasion is supposed to be." She muttered, the whole room nodding to show that they agreed wholeheartedly with her decision.
I don't know, don't ask. Just an idea that popped into my head and slapped me sideways (I couldn't think of anything for the proposal though, and I was going to include those in with each wedding)
These wedding things (along with most of my stories, if you have not noticed) are going to be pretty much from the female perspective, not just because that's like the whole main focus, but because I AM FEMALE. The lady in my name is just for kicks (It's actually because I'm so fabulous). It's because I am a girl, and I lean more to writing from the female perspective because that it what I know. I do write from male perspectives though, especially if I'm more comfortable with the character.
I was thinking and a sudden thought occurred to me. Both Ino and Choji (And Shikamaru) are going to be the heads of their clans (If i'm understanding this right)... so their children are their heirs.
Ringo will be the Yamanaka heir because of a little thing called metabolism. Ringo is one of those people who can eat as much as their skinny little hearts desire and will never gain a pound. EVER. She eats just as much as her sisters and her father but stays skinny, so she can't learn the Akimichi techniques.
I hate people like this. (Angrily eats a bowl of icecream) Just hate em.
Anzu will be the Akimichi heir, which is... don't they have a cousin or something? Ringo is... Ringo. She's loud, forward, cocky, tomboyish, unabashed and adventurous and Anzu is neat, tidy, picky, and girly.
Actually they will mature and everything will be fine. The one that can't do it is Kyoko. Kyoko is so absurdly immature that she couldn't lead a line in kindergarten, let alone a clan. Asuma would be better for that.
Bye bye!