Author's note: The point of view (POV) always shifted between the author's POV and Sakura's POV only, so don't get confused since I wanted to make the story flow naturally.

I walked home from school one sunny afternoon, my attention was drawn to a group of boys up ahead, huddled together and whispering amongst themselves. My curiosity got the better of me, and I quickened my pace to see what was going on. Their hushed laughter became increasingly audible as I approached.

"Hey, Sakura, have you seen this?" Shikamaru whispered, barely containing their amusement.

One of the boys extended a crumpled piece of paper towards me, and I hesitantly accepted it. My eyes widened as I read the message scrawled on it:

"Invitation to Itachi Uchiha's Wedding - RSVP Required"

My heart skipped a beat. Itachi Uchiha was Sasuke's older brother; someone I had known since childhood. I had always admired Itachi for his kindness and warmth, which were in stark contrast to Sasuke's stoic demeanor. We had shared many pleasant interactions when we were neighbors, and the news of his upcoming wedding filled me with nostalgia and happiness.

...

Flashback Scene

The memory of that particular summer day with Sasuke had always been etched in my mind. It was a day filled with unexpected surprises and moments of innocence.

Little Sasuke and I were playing in his backyard, our laughter filling the air as we engaged in a game of catch. Sasuke's favorite game, however, involved a water balloon fight. As we chased each other around the garden, trying to dodge the balloons, our playful antics took an unexpected turn.

I had managed to sneak up behind Sasuke, planning to launch a surprise attack. Just as I was about to toss a water balloon at him, he suddenly slipped on a patch of wet grass. Time seemed to slow down as I watched him lose his balance. In an attempt to grab onto something for support, his hand latched onto the waistband of my swim trunks, pulling them down in the process.

For a brief, comical moment, I stood there, frozen and exposed, while Sasuke stared wide-eyed at the mishap he had unintentionally caused. A deep shade of crimson painted my cheeks as I hastily pulled up my trunks, and we both burst into fits of embarrassed laughter.

The shock on Itachi's face, who happened to be nearby, was something I couldn't forget. He had witnessed the entire mishap, his usual stoic demeanor momentarily shattered by the hilariously unexpected spectacle before him. He quickly averted his gaze, a faint blush gracing his cheeks, which only made us laugh harder.

...

As I remembered that cringe-worthy yet unforgettable moment, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Itachi Uchiha's upcoming wedding was a chance to celebrate his life moving forward, and it also brought back these cherished memories of our childhood.

I couldn't help but blush slightly as I whispered to myself, "Itachi-san is getting married..."

Before I could react further, I noticed Sasuke leaning casually against a nearby tree. He was trying his best to appear nonchalant, but it was clear to me that he was failing miserably. His eyes darted away as I looked at him, and I could sense the awkward tension in the air.

"Yeah, well, I thought you might want to know. It's in a couple of weeks."

Sasuke's attempt to be cool and aloof, despite his evident discomfort, melted my heart. I knew him well enough to recognize his struggles with emotions and social interactions. A warm smile graced my lips as I appreciated the effort, he had made for me.

I replied, "Thank you, Sasuke-kun. I appreciate you telling me."

As I continued on my way home, I sensed a shift in the atmosphere around us. The boys who had teased me earlier fell into an uncomfortable silence, realizing that Sasuke's message delivery wasn't as amusing as they had initially thought. Despite the teasing, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the connection I still shared with Sasuke and the cherished memories of our time as childhood neighbors.

...

Sakura's grand entrance to Itachi's wedding had the entire room abuzz with whispers and speculations, an orchestra of gossip that would have made even the most seasoned society columnists proud.

"Have you laid eyes on her? She must be the daughter of some wealthy socialite," a woman, elegantly draped in a black Armani cocktail dress, murmured with wide, intrigued eyes.

"Oh, unquestionably. That crimson gown, the regal way she carries herself—it's positively aristocratic," replied a voluptuous lady in a navy Versace backless dress, her nod brimming with agreement.

"I bet she hails from one of the old-money families. She's quite the catch!" chimed in another woman, bedecked with a Swarovski necklace, leaning in closer as if unveiling classified information.

Unbeknownst to Sakura, she had become the focal point of this captivating theatrical drama. Her graceful glide through the room only served to intensify the growing aura of mystique surrounding her. Sasuke, in particular, found himself ensnared by her enchanting spell, his gaze locked upon her as though trapped in a mesmerizing trance.

But just when it appeared Sakura's entrance couldn't be any more dramatic, fate decided to take a whimsical turn. Her high heel, entangled with the edge of an ornate carpet, led to a stumble that could only be described as slapstick comedy at its finest. Her arms flailed, and an unexpected squeak of surprise escaped her lips.

As Sakura regained her composure, she couldn't help but think, "Well, that's not how I had envisioned making an entrance!"

The room fell into a stunned silence, akin to an audience at a spellbinding magic show, anticipating the next act. And then, as if choreographed by a cosmic comedian, the guests erupted into laughter in unison.

Sakura, never one to shy away from a moment of levity, decided to play along. "Well, what can I say? I like to keep things interesting," she silently quipped, a playful grin gracing her lips.

Laughter erupted, thunderous and joyous, echoing through the room. Even Sasuke, entranced by her grace, couldn't help but join in, his chuckle blending with the others. Sakura's entrance had shifted from majestic to downright hilarious, captivating everyone with her charming and unpretentious demeanor.

In the heart of the lavish wedding party, Sakura's heart raced beneath the resplendent crimson gown that seemed to demand attention from every direction. Her intention had been to exude an aura of grace and elegance, yet her notorious clumsiness clung to her like an unruly shadow, as evidenced by the mouthful of chocolate she couldn't resist savoring from the extravagant dessert table.

"Mmm, these chocolates are so good!" Sakura mumbled with a mouth full of delight, momentarily surrendering to the sweet temptation.

Determined to navigate the crowded room despite the chocolatey interlude, Sakura's quest for composure took an unforeseen detour when she collided with a nearby table, toppling a delicate glass to the unforgiving floor.

Embarrassment washed over her in a wave. "Oh no, not again!"

As if the evening couldn't descend further into chaos, she found herself suddenly face to face with a dashing stranger, Sasori, his striking red hair setting him apart in the opulent surroundings.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle. I couldn't help but notice your... unique approach to chocolate," the enigmatic yet charming gentleman greeted her.

Sakura blushed furiously. "Oh, um, hi there. I guess I got a bit carried away."

Sasori's grin remained unflinching, his charisma shining through. "No need to be embarrassed. It's quite endearing."

Unable to stifle her laughter, Sakura joined in as Sasori delicately removed a smudge of chocolate from her lips with a napkin. Little did she know, her interaction with this intriguing stranger had ensnared the attention of a certain brooding figure lurking in the shadows—Sasuke, who was already quite taken with her.

"Well, thank you, Monsieur Chocolate Savior," Sakura playfully quipped.

Sasori gave her a subtle wink. "You're welcome, mademoiselle. Perhaps we could share some more chocolates... in a less chaotic setting?"

Their flirtatious exchange continued, infused with humor and the spark of mutual attraction.

Sakura's laughter filled the air. "You know, I don't usually make such a mess at weddings. This is a first."

"Well, it's certainly an unforgettable first impression. Tell me, mademoiselle, do you often crash weddings in your stunning red gown?"

Sakura grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Only when there's an irresistible chocolate fountain involved."

Sasori arched an eyebrow. "Ah, so it was the chocolate that lured you here, not the wedding itself?"

"Absolutely. I'm on a mission to conquer all the chocolate fountains in the world," Sakura declared with mock seriousness.

Sasori laughed heartily. "Well, mademoiselle, I think you've succeeded in conquering this one."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, Sasori's smooth French accent adding an extra layer of charm to their delightful exchange. Meanwhile, Sasuke, concealed in the shadows, could hardly contain his growing frustration.

Sasori, his gaze locked on Sakura's enchanting eyes, leaned in closer. "You know, I must say, you're the most captivating chocolate enthusiast I've ever met. May I know your name, beautiful?"

Sakura chuckled, her heart dancing to a lively rhythm. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Just call me, Sakura and you?"

"Sean, uhm, just kidding. Sasori," Sasori's eyes sparkled like lightnings.

As the enchanting spectacle of Sakura's entrance continued to unfold, there was one more observer in the room who couldn't resist getting involved - Itachi, Sasuke's older brother, the ever-watchful puppet master of sibling mischief.

Itachi slyly grinned. "Little brother, I see you've been captivated by the charming conversation over there."

Sasuke, caught off guard by Itachi's mischievous tone, frowned and nodded. His gaze was still locked on Sakura and Sasori, his jealousy manifesting as a slow and painful palm clutching.

Itachi teased him playfully. "You know, Sasuke, instead of brooding from a distance, why don't you go over there and let Sasori know that you don't appreciate other guys getting too close to your... friend?"

Sasuke hesitated, his pride warring with his jealousy. But under the mischievous gaze of his older brother, he reluctantly agreed to approach Sakura and Sasori.

"Fine, I'll go." He said reluctantly.

Sasuke awkwardly cleared his throat as he approached the two guests. "Um, excuse me."

Sakura and Sasori turned their attention to the newcomer, and Itachi couldn't help but conceal a smirk.

"This should be good." Itachi mumbled to himself.

Sasuke, now standing before Sakura and Sasori, was at a loss for words. He hadn't quite planned how to express his jealousy without sounding possessive.

Itachi whispered to Sasuke, encouraging him. "Come on, little brother, say something."

Sasori slowly pivoted, fixing his eyes on Sasuke, a sly grin curling upon his lips as if he'd been waiting eons for this very moment.

"Sasuke," Sasori purred with a smirk, his tone dripping with intrigue, "the ever-so-serious and brooding one. What a delightful pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

Sasuke, channeling his inner actor, countered with a feigned smile that could rival the trickiest of masks. "Likewise," he responded, masking his true emotions beneath layers of charm.

Sakura, her keen sense of the brewing tension palpable, decided to interject with a playfully jovial tone, attempting to dissipate the atmosphere thick with unspoken rivalry.

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura teased, her voice playful, "no need to be so serious. We were just having a bit of fun banter."

Refusing to let his cool facade waver in front of Sakura, Sasuke ventured into riskier territory, aiming to shift the dynamic and catch her by surprise.

"You know, Sakura," Sasuke started with a mischievous glint in his eye, "there have been whispers about your incredible talent for tripping over carpets. Is that your closely guarded secret skill?" His playful grin hinted at his underlying intentions.

For a fleeting moment, Sakura's smile wavered, clearly caught off guard by Sasuke's audacious twist. Raising an eyebrow, she countered, her voice dripping with mock contemplation.

"Well, Sasuke," she retorted with a hint of wry humor, "I suppose we all harbor our charming quirks, don't we?"

Sasuke's brow furrowed, his tone mock-serious. "You're quite the clown. But let's not forget your legendary run-in with that troublesome carpet."

Sakura couldn't help but chuckle hesitantly, conceding to Sasuke's well-placed jab. "Ah, you've got a point there. I guess I'll need to brush up on my carpet navigation skills."

Their banter hung in the air, a mix of rivalry and attraction, captivating the sole spectator, Itachi. Yet, Sasori, engaged in a flirtatious exchange with Sakura, wasn't ready to exit the stage.

Sasori's grin widened, mischief in his eyes. "Ah, Sasuke, my friend, go easy on her. After all, it's her unique talents that make her truly unforgettable."

Sasuke's jaw tightened, his patience thinning as tension filled the room. Itachi, openly amused, couldn't help but chuckle, sensing the precarious atmosphere.

Through gritted teeth, Sasuke turned to Sasori. "Sasori, I think it's time for you to head out."

Sasori, undeterred and still wearing his enigmatic grin, theatrically bowed to Sakura.

With a cheeky wink and a flourish, he added, "Until our next chat, mademoiselle. Keep the carpet industry on its toes."

With that parting jest, Sasori gracefully exited, leaving Sasuke and Sakura in a mix of amusement and mild irritation. Itachi shook his head, thoroughly entertained by the unfolding drama.

The master of impeccable timing and occasional mischief, Itachi, felt the moment was ripe to step into Sasuke and Sakura's spirited banter.

"Sakura," Itachi began, his voice carrying a warm cadence that could disarm even the sternest of hearts, "would you mind doing me a small favor?"

Sakura, suddenly finding herself in the spotlight, felt a delightful flush of fluster. "Of course, Itachi-Niisan. What do you need?"

With a slight nod, Itachi subtly pointed out a lone figure in the crowd – his great uncle, Madara Uchiha, who stood there with an expression that mirrored Sasuke's stoicism rather than enthusiasm.

"Think you could do your thing on my great uncle, Madara?" Itachi inquired, his eyes reflecting a genuine request. "He's not exactly thrilled about giving a speech, but I believe your charm might help ease things."

Sakura, a mix of excitement about helping Itachi and a subtle crush on Sasuke, gave a determined nod. She set out on her mission to engage the unamused elder, unaware that this encounter was about to get a bit awkward.

Approaching Madara, Sakura's attention briefly shifted to the arrival of a striking woman – none other than Izumi Uchiha, now officially Itachi Uchiha's wife. Sakura found herself captivated by Izumi's unique beauty, particularly the intriguing beauty marks under her eyes.

Unable to contain her admiration, Sakura blurted out, "You have such a unique look. Those beauty marks under your eyes are... something."

Sasuke, observing the situation, couldn't help but cringe, questioning how it had turned so awkward. Itachi subtly facepalmed, realizing Sakura's compliment might be unintentional teasing. However, Izumi, with an easygoing nature, decided to play along.

With her captivating smile still intact, Izumi responded in kind. "Hm, is that so? Thank you. I've always thought they gave me a certain... je ne sais quoi."

Sakura's eyes widened in surprise at Izumi's response, finding herself unexpectedly relieved that the gracious lady had taken her comment with good humor. What followed was an unlikely, but surprisingly pleasant, conversation between the two women, despite Sakura's initial, unintentionally awkward compliment.

Meanwhile, Sasuke couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief, wondering how he had become an unwitting spectator in such a comically awkward situation. Itachi, on the other hand, couldn't conceal his amusement, thoroughly appreciating the unintentional hilarity of the unfolding moment.

Sakura, her nerves humming like a plucked string, gracefully excused herself from the engaging conversation with Izumi and ventured toward the imposing figure of Madara Uchiha, who had just received a glass of wine from the bartender.

With a polite yet hesitant demeanor, Sakura greeted the elder Uchiha. "Um, hello, sir. I'm Sakura. I... uh, wanted to talk to you about something."

Madara, as enigmatic as ever, regarded her with the same stoic expression that seemed to be his default mode for all occasions.

"Proceed," he replied, his voice a monotone river cutting through the awkward silence.

Sakura, feeling the immense weight of the task before her, cleared her throat, summoning every ounce of courage. "Well, sir, you see, Itachi has asked if you could... honor us with a speech at the wedding. It would mean a great deal to him, and I thought, perhaps, if you could... you know, share some of your wisdom..."

However, just as Sakura was gaining momentum, she inadvertently veered into perilous territory.

With a nervous chuckle, Sakura stumbled over her words. "I mean, not that you don't already exude wisdom with that whole... stoic thing you've got going on."

Madara's expression twitched ever so slightly, a hint of irritation palpable beneath the surface. Yet, true to form, he remained unwavering in his composure.

In a tone laced with a touch of sarcasm, Madara replied, "Ah, yes, my 'stoic thing.' Quite the remarkable talent, I assure you."

Sakura winced, fully aware of her blunder but determined to press on.

"So, will you honor us with the speech?" she inquired, her gaze filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

After a contemplative pause, Madara relented. "Very well. I shall give the speech, but on one condition. You shall be the one to introduce me on the podium."

Relief washed over Sakura, and she eagerly nodded in agreement.

"Of course, I can do that!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Madara acknowledged her with a slight nod. "Very well, Shizumi."

Sakura blinked in bewilderment at the unexpected name but wisely chose not to correct him at this delicate juncture. Instead, she watched as Madara turned away, taking a sip of his wine, leaving Sakura to reflect on the hilariously awkward turn of events.

...

Naruto, bursting into the wedding party with his trademark enthusiasm, made a beeline for Sasuke, who was calmly sipping a mojito amidst the lively crowd.

With a grin as bright as the sun, Naruto gasped for breath between words. "Hey, Sasuke! Sorry I'm late. Traffic was an absolute nightmare!"

Sasuke, never one to pass up an opportunity to tease his friend, couldn't resist delivering a dry quip.

"Late as usual, Naruto," he drawled, a hint of amusement dancing in his obsidian eyes, "Did you get lost again?"

Naruto chuckled heartily, scratching the back of his head in mock embarrassment.

"You know me," he admitted with a mischievous grin, "always taking the scenic route."

Their easy banter, a familiar exchange between old friends, paused abruptly when Naruto's attention was drawn to the podium. Sakura had taken center stage, fumbling with the microphone in a burst of nervous energy.

Naruto, genuinely surprised, exclaimed, "Hey, Sasuke, is that Sakura up there?" His voice carried a note of astonishment.

Sasuke, intrigued, turned to follow Naruto's gaze. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Sakura, the queen of clumsiness, unexpectedly delivering an opening speech.

Sasuke muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, "What's she doing up there?"

Naruto, equally perplexed and growing increasingly alarmed, urgently tapped Sasuke's shoulder.

His voice tinged with a note of panic, Naruto exclaimed, "Sasuke, we need to do something! Sakura's about to give a speech!"

Sasuke's initial shock gave way to a mixture of dread and amusement. With a resigned sigh, he muttered, "Oh no, this can't possibly end well."

As Sakura readied herself at the podium, the two friends exchanged a knowing look—a silent agreement that whatever unfolded would likely be entertaining and possibly a bit cringe-worthy for everyone present.

Sakura's battle with the stubborn microphone persisted, her voice echoing a frustrated "Ladies and Gentlemen!" Most guests, absorbed in their conversations, remained oblivious to her escalating anxiety.

Growing more irritated, Sakura opted for a more assertive approach. "Oi! OI!"

The sudden outburst snapped everyone out of their chit-chat daze, heads turning toward Sakura. A sea of bewildered expressions met her tirade, blending bemusement and cringes across the room.

Sasuke, barely holding onto his composure, bit his lip to stifle embarrassment. Naruto struggled to contain his laughter behind his hand. Itachi and Izumi exchanged amused glances, their mirth evident. Even Itachi's parents couldn't help but chuckle.

Madara, the embodiment of stoicism, remained unruffled, casually sipping his wine, as if he were watching an ordinary performance.

With a throat-clearing that resonated with awkwardness, Sakura launched into her speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we-welcome to the 'Greatest Wedding of Our Time.'"

The audience exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of how to react to Sakura's confusing introduction.

Unintentionally echoing Madara's earlier blunder of calling her "Shizumi" due to her peak anxiety, Sakura stumbled on her words. "Of course. This is the wedding of Itachi and Shizumi. I mean, Izumi Uchiha. The most beautiful couple of our time. Indeed."

Naruto tried to stifle his laughter by poking his own forehead, while Sasuke stood in a mix of discomfort and embarrassment.

"Oh, don't worry, Fugaku Uncle and Mikoto Auntie," Sakura said, her gaze awkwardly shifting between Sasuke's parents. "Your wedding wasn't bad either." She forced a smile, and the audience couldn't help but chuckle.

Sakura carried on with her speech, praising Sasuke and unintentionally teasing him. A rosy blush tinted her cheeks. "And, of course, there's Itachi's good-looking brother, totally owning that suit. I wonder who's lucky enough to be his bride."

The audience chuckled at her unintended humor, and Sakura blushed even more.

"Anyway," she continued with a self-deprecating laugh, "enjoy the party for one of the Top Thirty Weddings of The Century." Sakura chuckled at her own expense, and the room joined in, finding her endearing in her awkwardness.

"Well, before that, we'll have a special speech from the greatest man of our time..."

Sakura suddenly drew a blank on Madara's name, and in her head, she hilariously came up with a funny name for him.

Sakura was visibly struggling to remember. "Mr... (Mr. Mumbleton kept ringing in her head). Mr..."

She scanned the audience with an anxious gaze, her stomach churning with embarrassment.

Relief washed over her when his actual name finally resurfaced in her memory. "Mr. Madara Uchiha. Because that is... his name," she grinned nervously. "Mr. Madara, please come forward."

The crowd politely applauded as Madara, with his usual stoicism, made his way to the podium. With calm precision, he demonstrated to Sakura how to operate the microphone.

"Thank you, Shizumi," Madara remarked, his expression unwavering as ever, "you just needed to switch this button here."

Sakura, grateful for his assistance, felt her blush deepen even further. The room erupted in laughter at the unexpected turn of events, transforming Sakura's awkward speech into an unexpectedly memorable and uproarious moment of the wedding.

...

Sakura's attempt to discreetly slip away was intercepted by Naruto's playful teasing, and she felt her face flush with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Madara's formal and somewhat tedious speech droned on in the background.

Grinning mischievously, Naruto couldn't resist adding, "Sakura, your speech is gonna be remembered for ages!"

But his next comment pushed Sakura's flustered emotions to their limit.

He continued, teasing further, "Oh, by the way, Sakura, you looked stunning in that sleeveless dress. Almost like a supermodel... minus the speech."

Frustrated and embarrassed, Sakura unleashed a punch that landed on Naruto's shoulder.

"Shut up, Naruto!" she exclaimed in a burst of frustration.

Sasuke, chiming in with his trademark sarcasm, couldn't resist the chance to add his own dry commentary. "Indeed, Naruto does have a point. Sakura, you've left an indelible mark on this occasion, one that I'll surely remember."

Regret washed over Sakura, and she offered a sincere apology. "Sasuke, I'm really sorry... I didn't mean for it to turn out like that."

Ever the loyal friend, Naruto jumped to Sakura's defense. "Hey, cut her some slack, dude. It was a tough crowd out there."

Just as Sakura was about to thank Naruto for his support, Mikoto, Sasuke's mother, gracefully approached, her husband Fugaku following closely.

With a polite smile, Mikoto complimented Sakura, "Sakura, you look absolutely lovely tonight. Your dress is stunning. Did your mother make it?"

Sakura, eager to avoid awkward explanations, decided to play along with the assumption. Nervously, she nodded. "Yes, auntie, my mom made it."

Mikoto seemed pleased with the response. "I'm glad to see you here representing your parents at Itachi's wedding."

Unexpectedly, Fugaku, Sasuke's father, made an assumption that caught Sakura off guard.

"Ah, so you must be Sasuke's girlfriend," he stated politely.

Sasuke, as expected, promptly denied the idea with his typical indifference.

In an almost dismissive tone, Sasuke refuted, "She's not."

Naruto, unable to hide his jealousy, pouted and huffed like an offended child. "Hey, I like Sakura too, you know!"

Before Sakura could react to the unexpected turn, Sasori's voice from the stage called her name, inviting her to join him for a song.

With an eager smile, Sasori beamed. "Sakura, want to join me on stage for a song?"

Taken aback but willing, Sakura agreed. Little did she know that this decision would turn the wedding from awkward to uproarious.

"Can't liiiiiiiiiiiive if living is without you – can't liiiiiive."

Onstage, Sakura took a deep breath and attempted to sing "Without You" by Mariah Carey, but her vocal prowess was far from angelic. Instead, it left the audience wincing and desperately covering their ears, with Naruto barely containing his laughter as he gleefully recorded the performance on his phone.

Sasuke, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, attempted to shield his ears. However, Sasori, with a notably better singing voice, decided to oversing the song to mask Sakura's off-key notes. Their awkward chemistry, off-key singing, and bizarre stage presence combined to create a comedic spectacle that had the Uchiha family and other guests in fits of laughter.

Itachi and Izumi, though cringing at the auditory assault, couldn't help but join in the merriment. Despite the excruciatingly painful performance, this unexpected turn of events transformed what could have been a solemn Uchiha family wedding into a memorable, side-splittingly funny occasion.

...

As I stood on that stage, microphone in hand, with Sasori by my side, I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in this comically disastrous situation. My attempt at singing Mariah Carey's "Without You" was, to put it mildly, ear-piercingly awful. The audience winced, and some even covered their ears, while Naruto couldn't stop himself from laughing as he filmed the entire spectacle.

Sasuke, my ever-jealous friend, tried to save face by covering his ears, but the damage had been done. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, yet Sasori, to my surprise, remained remarkably composed. In fact, he seemed to be having a great time, and his harmonious voice clashed hilariously with my off-key caterwauling.

Amid the chaos, Itachi and his wife, Izumi, joined in the laughter, seemingly unbothered by the auditory catastrophe unfolding before them.

As I croaked out the final notes of the song, the audience erupted in a mixture of applause and amusement. It was clear that my singing would be the talk of the evening, but to my surprise, the awkwardness of the moment had transformed a potentially dull Uchiha family wedding into an unforgettable and fun-filled event.

As Sasori and I stepped off the stage, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Who would have thought that my attempts to impress Sasuke's family would lead to such a hilarious turn of events?

Amidst the ongoing wedding festivities, I found myself in an unexpectedly peculiar situation. Sasori, the instigator of our disastrous duet, appeared to have developed an interest in me. After our unforgettable performance (if one could even call it that), he leaned in casually and whispered, "You have a unique voice, Sakura. Here's my number; we should do a duet again sometime."

Blinking in surprise at his forthrightness, I accepted the piece of paper bearing his contact information. Sasori offered me a sly wink before effortlessly blending into the crowd, leaving me both intrigued and amused by the encounter.

Before I could fully process this curious turn of events, my attention was snagged by Naruto and Sasuke, each wearing expressions that thinly veiled their irritation beneath a veneer of awkwardness. Naruto, always one to wear his heart on his sleeve, practically radiated jealousy, while Sasuke, the master of emotional restraint, was making a subtle yet determined bid for my attention.

Naruto, puffing out his chest, decided to voice his feelings with an air of nonchalance. "So, Sakura, that red-haired guy, huh? He's... interesting."

Sasuke, not one to be outdone, raised an eyebrow in a typically sardonic fashion. "Interesting, indeed. Although, I can't say I quite understand his taste," he added in his characteristically dry tone.

A chuckle bubbled up within me at the absurdity of their rivalry, which was becoming increasingly comical by the minute. It was abundantly clear that both of them were vying for my attention, but they couldn't have gone about it in more contrasting ways.

Naruto, known for wearing his heart on his sleeve, pressed on. "I don't like the idea of anyone trying to steal you away, Sakura. I've liked you for a while now, and I think it's time you know."

Sasuke, seemingly exasperated but unable to conceal the tension in his shoulders, rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. Sakura's not going anywhere."

Towards the end of the wedding, it became apparent that Sasori's interest in me had sparked an unexpected competition between Naruto and Sasuke. The tension between them had become quite amusing, and the entire situation had taken on a comical life of its own.

Naruto, never one to conceal his feelings, boldly declared, " Sakura, I think it's only fair that I take you home tonight."

Sasuke, the master of detached coolness, countered with a tone that thinly veiled his true intentions, "Actually, Sakura, I believe you should go home by yourself."

Their standoff had transformed into an uproarious battle, with each of them striving to outdo the other with grandiose offers of chivalry.

Naruto, exuding confidence, continued to lay it on thick, saying, "I'll make sure you have the safest ride home, Sakura!"

Sasuke, behind his facade of disinterest, persisted in undermining Naruto's efforts, adding, "Perhaps you should avoid going home with a pervert like him."

I couldn't contain my laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation. What had commenced as a simple wedding had now evolved into a full-fledged rivalry between these two, and they were holding nothing back.

Naruto, undeterred, remained enthusiastic about having me accompany him by bus, pledging to make the journey enjoyable. "Don't worry, Sakura. The next bus is still available, and I will make sure you get home safely. Please, trust me instead of that buffoon."

Itachi and Izumi, who had been observing this spectacle with amused smiles, couldn't resist joining in on the teasing.

Itachi chimed in playfully, "Sakura, it appears you have quite the fan club."

Izumi, equally amused, added, "Indeed. The question is, who will you choose? The clown or the arrogant one?"

Their comments only added to the hilarity of the situation. Nevertheless, I believed it was time to bring their playful rivalry to an end.

With a warm smile, I suggested, "Thank you both, but I have a better idea. How about I simply call a cab for myself?"

Their faces fell in unison as the realization dawned that their efforts had been in vain. Eventually, they exchanged disappointed glances, realizing that in this scenario, no one would come out as the victor.

Summoning a cab, I watched as Naruto and Sasuke reluctantly accepted their roles as mere spectators, bidding me goodnight in their own unique ways.

As I settled comfortably into the cab, I couldn't help but think about how Itachi's wedding had turned into a lighthearted comedy, with Naruto and Sasuke both trying to grab my attention in the most entertaining and amusing way imaginable.

- To Be Continued -