Itachi sighed to himself, walking into the kitchen. Kakashi sat there, drinking a cup of coffee. The copy nin glanced up as the Uchiha sat down next to him.
"Kakashi-san," Itachi started. Kakashi held up a hand.
"Before you even finish that sentence, I would like to ask you one thing." He held up two color napkins. "Which one do you think is better, white or lilac?"
Itachi blinked several times, before sighing and saying, "Lilac."
"Thank you!" Kakashi scribbled something down on a paper, then added, "And you've lived in this house for more than eleven years. Drop the honorifics."
"Um, okay," Itachi shook his head. "Kakashi, what am I supposed to do about my mission?"
"The one where you have to kill your clan?"
"Yes."
"Talk to the Hokage."
"I did."
"And what did he say?"
"To play along and do nothing to stop it until he can find evidence that it's Danzo."
"Fine, that obviously didn't work." Kakashi studied a paper and said, "Would you like lemonade or pink lemonade better at the wedding?"
"Uh…regular?"
"Good choice. You can never go wrong with the original," Kakashi murmured as he added something to his paper. "Okay, I'll talk to the Hokage about your mission. I need to see him anyways about the wedding."
"Oh, okay." Itachi moved to stand, but the Kakashi's hand on his arm stopped him.
"What color should the tablecloths be?"
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Tsume giggled as Kakashi tried to figure out what food would be at their wedding. He groaned, throwing his hands in the air.
"I can't do this! Why are we even doing this extravagant of a wedding? We're simple people!"
Tsume draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning over his shoulder to see what he had. She arched an eyebrow. "Since when do you like turkey?"
"Since it was the only thing I could think of that people would actually eat."
"They would have to eat it unless they wanted to starve," Tsume pointed out.
"Whatever," Kakashi huffed. "Why am I the one doing this?"
"Because I'm an Inuzuka, and we don't do it this way."
"Can you at least help? It's your wedding too, you know."
She sighed, leaned forward and took the pen from him, then scribbled out a list of various foods. "There," she said. "Food is done. What's next?"
"Uh…"Kakashi checked his list. "Guests."
"Mmm, 'kay." Tsume snatched a new sheet of paper, wrote 'Guests' at the top, then proceeded to write a series of names, periodically checking a paper for something. By the time she was done, Kakashi had pulled her around to sit on his lap so she wasn't craning her neck to see the paper.
"Okay, there's the guest list. There should be a few extra spots at tables if they want to bring a friend," she said, leaning back against her fiancé's chest. "Is that it?"
"Well, no we still have to order everything and pick a date."
"Great! September 12th."
"Why?"
"Because it sounds like a great day to have a wedding."
Kakashi couldn't argue with that logic, writing the date down before frowning as he realized that was less than a month away.
"Tsume, how are we supposed to do all of this in a month? You still need a dress, and we need to get dress clothes for the kids."
"And we'll find time. Right now we need to get this to my parents so they won't kill you when you forget to give it to them," she said. Kakashi opened his mouth to counter that, then closed it and shook his head. That was actually true.
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Kiba grumbled as Naruto dragged him through the racks upon racks of clothes. He didn't understand why he needed a new tux – the one he had was perfectly fine! At least, the last time he wore it it was…
Sasuke was trailing along behind Kakashi, who was talking to an attendant while simultaneously searching the racks for something that would match the color scheme. Not that Kiba could see much difference, but he wasn't the expert here.
Sakura and Hana were with Tsume, searching for their dresses in another part of the store. Kiba found it amusing that civilians had different weddings than shinobi did, and so the bride had to hunt around for a long time before she found a dress.
A shinobi wedding was usually simpler than a civilian wedding was. Instead of a white dress with a long train, the bride would wear a dress that's color depended on the couple's decision, with minimum jewelry and makeup but enough weapons to make it obvious that she was a dangerous person to mess with. Plus it came in handy if they were suddenly attacked, along with the shorter dress.
The groom typically wore a black tux, with the colors matching the bride's dress. There would be weapons lining the pockets, easily accessible. The rest of the wedding party would be wearing matching colors, and depending on who they were they may or may not have weapons on their person.
Now of course, this type of wedding only applied when both the bride and groom were shinobi. When only one of them was, they would talk it over and agree on which one was best.
Kiba sighed as Kakashi studied another shade of purple, decided it was no good, and moved onto the next one. Honestly, why couldn't they have chosen blue or something? He didn't want to wear purple.
Kakashi straightened, looked side to side, walked away, then came back minutes later with a tie in hand. Instead of purple, like Kiba was expecting, it was a dark shade of blue.
"Holy…" Kiba whispered. "Did you read my mind or something?"
"Hmm?" Kakashi turned to him. "No, I didn't. But none of the purples were working. This was the next best thing."
Kiba sighed and leaned against the wall as Kakashi continued his search for a tux, leaving the three boys standing next to each other.
"Sasuke," Kiba said. The raven looked at him. "I miss Akamaru."
"And I miss Rusty. We will both survive."
Kiba pouted and turned away from his brother. "You're mean."
"Yeah, well, that happens when you're raised by an Inuzuka."
Kiba snorted. Yeah, whatever you say, Sasuke.
A/N: Hope that explanation of the different wedding was clear. I actually had a bit of trouble writing it, so if you have any questions, feel free to leave a review or PM me. I will answer them to the best of my ability.
