It was a gorgeous day for a wedding. The sky was a rich azure blue, with fluffy white clouds billowing on a gentle breeze that rustled the golden leaves overhead and sent them down in showers. It was warm for mid-October, and the birds who had not made their winter migration sang of love and hope from their nests.
Amid the shower of red and gold stood a blushing bride in a traditional crimson wedding kimono. Her soft pink hair was tied into a complex hairstyle inside her white headpiece; a pale ivory obi clad in sakura blossoms graced her kimono, which was decorated with golden cranes against a red background, said to promote luck and fertility. As she strode down the aisle, a raven-haired man clad in a black kimono looked on in pure adoration. He reached for her hand and led her to the altar, revealing a small red-and-white fan between the kimono's shoulders.
A tall, blond-haired man with ice-blue eyes stood before them, his flame-patterned robe fluttering as he told the young couple to recite the traditional vows. This completed, the two kissed, tears running down Sakura's face as the onlookers applauded them. As the applause dwindled, the two of them smiled, Sasuke grinning broader than ever before. He knew, at that moment, just what perfection truly meant - and he knew he loved it.