Here's Chapter 32! We've got at least two more before the end! And if things go right, you'll be back for more XD
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The Day Of The Wedding: Panic Is Imminent
Sasuke groaned, cracking his eyes open to the bright light of morning. A stream of golden light fell through the beige curtains and he grunted into the down-filled pillow. And then the bed shifted, as if something, or someone was right beside him. He froze immediately, keeping his eyes closed. His mind raced frantically to find out if he done something last night to cause someone to come to bed with him.
The three strippers.
His throat closed up and panic set in. Hinata was going to murder him. Or wait, no, that's not it. Shino and Kiba and probably just about everyone else, would murder him. She would be off in a corner crying into Sora's shoulder. Except . . .
Except he had clothes on. Thank God.
He forced himself to calm down. He was over thinking things. Nothing had happened last night (right?) He just needed to breath. He needed to get a grip or he was going to do something seriously stupid. Like maybe walking out of the room and finding three strippers naked on the front room floor. Or finding several empty packets of condoms.
With that last thought shoved out of his mind, he rolled over, and came in contact with something. He shot up, managing to swallow back his yelp of surprise. There just weren't that many things in this world that could make him jump like that. Except . . .
Except for Naruto spread out across his bed.
"Idiot!" he screeched, his foot slamming into Naruto's stomach and sending them both careening off the bed. Immediately, he was on his feet, glaring down at a balled up Naruto on the other side of king sized bed. "What the fuck?!"
"Ah, Sasu-teme," Naruto whined pitifully, rubbing his sore hip. "Why did you do that? And I was having such a nice dream . . ."
"Why the fuck were you in my goddamn bed?!" Sasuke shuddered in disgust as Naruto stared blankly at him with red-rimmed eyes. "I don't even want to know. Just get out." He yanked open the bedroom door to find the other's waking up in his front room. Thankfully, the strippers (and Hiashi and Fuguka) were gone.
"Okay," Sasuke growled as Naruto yawned beside him. "On the count of three, I want everyone out of those doors."
"Dude," Kiba smiled sleepily. "Last night was so fun."
"One!" Sasuke narrowed his eyes, holding up a slender finger to represent. "Two." The second finger came up and Naruto was rushing past him by the time the third went up.
"Three and thank you." He turned back around, slamming the door to his bedroom. And it was only five in the morning.
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Eight Hours Until Wedding Ceremony: Panic Is Imminent
Hinata blinked sleepily, looking at Hanabi's sleeping face. A smile crossed her greasy face as she watched Hanabi breath through her mouth, the baby blue sleeping mask slanted haphazardly across her heart-shaped face. At only nine in the morning, Hinata hadn't felt more rested since . . .
Since her scandalous affair with Sasuke.
All restfulness slipped from her body and she sat up, wrapping herself in a loose hug. The complimentary baby blue silk robe hung off her slender figure, doing a bad job of covering her. Sasuke would appreciate it.
"Okay," she sighed, crawling from the fluffy white down comforter of the large bed, only to feel a shudder run up her back from the cool glassy white tile floor. The spa hotel was nice, with its whole soothing white and soft blues thing going on. A constant stream of soft, refreshing jazz seemed to fill the whole place up, wrapping you in a –what else?- refreshing cocoon of bliss.
Tightening the robe, she bounded out of the room and onto the ivory carpet of the front room. A huge, white circular couch sat in the middle of the room, with a white marble gas fireplace in front of it. The baby blue pillows had been thrown all over the room because Temari found it absolutely necessary to have a pillow fight--- in their underwear.
Which had been surprisingly fun. Hinata smiled, stepping over the digital camera Hanabi had used to take pictures. It just wouldn't be a wonderful night if the girls weren't pictured having serious fun. And the pictures weren't wired to everyone's phones.
"Hinata-kuuuun."
Hinata whipped around and quickly hurried towards the one of two bathrooms in the in the suite, biting her lip. "Temari-chan? Is that you?" She frowned, rushing towards her friend's side.
Temari's shoulders were hunched up, her fuchsia bra strap slipping down her shoulder. Hinata frowned, placing a newly French-manicured hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Temari-chan?"
Temari hiccupped, tears streaming down her flushed face, and flung herself into Hinata's lap, wailing at the top of her lungs. "What is he gonna say about this?! What am I gonna do?! What are we gonna do?!"
"Do about what?" Hinata spoke softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "What is it Temari-chan?"
Temari hiccupped again, holding up the pregnancy test, more tears sliding down her cheeks and ruining Hinata's robe. "I'm pregnant."
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Seven and a Half Hours Until Wedding Ceremony: Panic Is Imminent
Sasuke groaned, rolling over and reaching down for his LG Vu. His eyes slid to the alarm clock, sitting just inches from his nose. The neon blue numbers glowed and for a second, he considered letting his phone ring and just going back to sleep. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it. How else was he supposed to take a break?
And then Hinata's frown flashed through his mind and he scooped up the phone. He didn't want to have to deal with that when she got home. He had seen that woman angry before. It was not a nice place to be.
"Yes?" he mumbled, closing his eyes as he nestled back down from round two.
"Good morning, Sasuke. Can you do a quick favor for me."
He groaned, sitting up. "Do you have to?"
"It would be nice if you would. It won't take longer than twenty minutes." There was some kind of urgency behind her voice. Almost as if there was something pressing on the other side of the phone. Women and their drama. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, keeping quiet. She knew him well enough to know he was staying quiet for a reason.
She sighed, the sound coming out like static. "Don't . . . Don't worry about it. Knowing you, you'd tell Shikamaru just to spite him."
"I would never," he replied, rolling his eyes. "So what did the bitch do this time?"
"Sasuke!"
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, crawling from bed. "You're making me get up and do you a favor. You could at least let me have fun. I could go to bed right now if you want me to."
"You stayed up? What were you doing?"
He stared at the vanity mirror, his onyx eyes red-rimmed and his skin greasy. "No. I just didn't get a lot of sleep."
"Oh." She sighed heavily. "Okay then, I'll just ask Mikoto-san."
He eyed his reflection suspiciously. "My mother? For what?"
"Nothing. Can you just make sure everyone gets ready? I will call the limo company and they should be able to pick you up again. I just need you to make sure everyone gets dressed."
He sighed, falling back in bed. "Fine."
"Thank you. I love you."
He smirked, closing his eyes. "I love you too."
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Three Hours Until Wedding Ceremony: Panic Is Imminent
Hinata nibbled her lip, pacing the length of the room, still dressed in her robe. She was busy trying to convince herself that they could easily get twelve bottles of apple cider; that it was a perfectly logical choice for a wedding; that no one would find out Temari was pregnant with her fiancé's baby just hours before the wedding.
She massaged her temples, feeling the knots and tension return to her back and shoulders. Mikoto had managed to find a place open at such an early time and Hanabi had been able to convince the dirty blond everything was peachy keen. The only one not celebrating Temari's recent discovery was Hinata, and she really should be because giving birth was a beautiful thing and only women had this power and she should be totally grateful for this power.
Her iris-tinted eyes fell on the box the pregnancy test was in. the very thought made her stomach roll. She knew there was a reason for why she shouldn't have planned Temari's wedding. And now she had found it.
Slipping into a dark rinse Calvin Klein skinny jeans, a black turtleneck and a pair of her Ugg boots, she hurried out of the hotel and into her car, rushing towards the nearest convenience store. Maybe if she found out, she'd be okay. Maybe she wouldn't be okay. But knowing would definitely soothe her mind. It was probably the only thing that could soothe her mind right now.
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Thirty Minutes Until Wedding Ceremony: Panic Is Imminent
Sasuke watched as his girlfriend, for the third time, adjusted the order in which the groom's men and bride's maids entered. She just wasn't satisfied until everyone was with their respective partners, which they were, but she just couldn't resist adjusting their stance and their smile and their personality.
He sighed, pulling her away by her elbow. "All they have to do is stand there and look pretty. It's not that hard, Hinata."
She frowned, looking to Gaara, Hanabi and Kankuro, who were busy chattering, or Hanabi and Kankuro were. Gaara was just standing there, looking like the sexy emo he was. "I know but . . . I want everything to be perfect."
He gently ushered her towards Shino and Kiba. "Just remember to smile."
"Smile. Right."
He patted her head, smirking. "Good girl."
So, we're officially nearing the end! We're just a hair's breath away from touching bases with the end!
And let me tell you, the ending will SHOCK you. In a good way :]
It's gonna blow your mind! In the best way possibly XD
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