If that had been an ordinary day, Deidara would not have been overcome by the phobia of traps hidden inside Gothic cathedrals. About a week before his wedding and that of the other couples of friends, he started sending rapid-fire messages to everyone. He claimed that in every Gothic cathedral there were secret points which, if touched on purpose or accidentally, were capable of triggering deadly mechanisms developed to protect any relics or treasures that were hidden from us. They ranged from crevasses which, according to him, would have suddenly opened in the floor, to the total sealing of the doors with the aim of making everyone inside die of starvation, up to various highly flammable oils and fats, which were naturally a trigger has been set. He also gave the name of this particular trap: Dragon Yawn. The culmination could have been the total collapse of the cathedral itself in a perfectly designed domino effect. In that case, according to Deidara, it was enough to blow out the keystone of a few arches to crumble the entire structure in a few minutes. He did nothing but send out a barrage of links to everyone to demonstrate how his claims were true. After a few days he began to talk about a plan of the cathedral, chosen by the five couples who were to get married, which, according to him, had been hidden by the architect inside some mysterious cavity in the walls of the church. His excited messages said it absolutely had to be found.

"What purpose should you find by finding this plant, Deidara?" Kisame had asked writing in the chat group created for everyone. Itachi, next to him, hid his laughter under his elegant fingertips.

"To know where these traps are located. The points for triggering them are perfectly camouflaged. Often inside some fresco or mosaic, even in the floor. Do you have any idea what mass of people will be inside that cathedral on September 10th? Someone could even accidentally touch one of these points."

"Gosh, he's crazier than I thought!" Hidan had exclaimed, looking at his future wife as she dried her long red hair. She was able to perch with her knees practically in her mouth, even on the small bathroom stool.

"Well, as you see in life you always find someone who is better than you."

Hidan had pretended to be furious. He pulled Tayuya off her strength stool to flatten her on the floor, then he got on top of her to kiss her.

If it had been an ordinary day, Izuna certainly would not have gone to the hairdresser, Genma's ultimatum, in fact, had not had the desired effect. To make him capitulate, nothing less than an appointment as a best man had been needed. She was with Sasuke. The youngest had absolutely wanted his Nii – san as a witness while Izuna would be for Neji. The hall was filled with their laughter as they read Deidara's delirious messages.

"If there are devils like that in cathedrals, maybe it will be that foolish blond who pushes one of them" Izuna had exclaimed, further fueling his cousin's hilarity.

"Guys, you have to stay still if you don't want your cut to come out all crooked," the hairdresser complained.

"Lucky Itachi, he certainly doesn't need to drive us crazy to keep his hair in place. Unless he wants to get a perm" Izuna snorted under the heat of the hairdryer.

"The curls on him don't even stick by a miracle. And then, since Shisui told him to never cut his hair again, trouble!"

More laughter that made the hairdresser grunt. He would have been another of those to whom that day would have remained imprinted forever. Because it wasn't just any day. There was only a week left until he would unite five amazing couples, all together, on the same day, with the same friends. Kisame was also part of the witnesses, she was for Sasori, she had decided to pay this tribute to both him and Sarana. Kisame himself had asked Madara to be Hidan's best man.

"Tayuya will always be an important part of my life. As are you" he had said to the brunet before greeting him after the reception they had organized at the gym about a month earlier. Madara had been thrilled to accept.

Kiba would be Deidara's best man, in honor of the New Year where most of them met.

"And who will put up with his delusional theories about Gothic cathedrals until that day?" he had snorted the brown-haired boy as he suddenly sat down on a chair in the park of Tsunade's villa.

Preparations were in full swing in the large garden. Not only those who were the witnesses were taking care of the arrangements, but the entire group, except the bride and groom. It should all have been a surprise to them.

"Kisame, think what wonderful grandchildren Sasuke and Hinata will give us" Itachi sat down to sip some cool water while dabbing his sweat with a small white towel, he had worn a thin black headband to prevent the strands from falling into his eyes: "Both are beautiful, children will be spoiled for choice."

"I say that if they look like you they can consider themselves lucky anyway" Kisame, leaning towards him, had lifted his thin chin with one hand to kiss him.

"So, next year it's our turn. Think what an honor, you will all be married by the mayor himself, this will be one of the few things on which I will be happy not to let anyone help me. It would be wonderful if we always used the same date." Naruto's eyes, at that moment, were the exact same color as the sky.

"I think maybe you missed something" Nagato had wrapped her arm around his shoulders: "I know you have superpowers, no one can deny it, but will you be able to marry yourself too?"

"If this was meant to be a question, the answer is yes."

The blond and the redhead had kissed under the smiling gazes of Itachi and Kisame.

"You are the witnesses and you are already slacking off?" Yahiko had appeared carrying a large circular four-person table by himself. He would never lose his blatant macho gestures, it was one of his characteristics and Shisui had fallen in love with him for this reason too.

The large lawn at the back of the villa would soon be filled with these white tables. A few hours before the ceremony they would have been enriched, in their centre, by trays full of roses, also white. The same flowers would also decorate the pergola that shaded the long head of the table at which the bride and groom would sit, and all the large vases lining the entrance path to the house.

"Samui and I just finished clearing out our living room, this way we created space for cooks, waiters and bartenders" Tsunade managed to look beautiful even with a messy ponytail, latex gloves and a tight red checkered apron alive.

"Thank you, Tsunade, I adore you" Kisame had hugged her energetically, almost lifting her off the ground.

A small, thin figure was moving quickly under the porticoes that served as the veranda of the large house, its small, delicate face was beaming towards them. Rin joined them, waving a piece of paper with his thin right arm. She was the image of positivity with that brown bob that opened into the air with every step, the shirt and skirt both made of jeans.

"How about?" she chirped in her high-pitched voice as she handed the paper to Kisame: "This is the list of cocktails created by me when I worked at Susanoo. I was thinking of making a sort of poster to hang in front of the bar, I was already giving instructions to the bartenders on how to prepare them."

The others passed that colorful project from hand to hand, with all the names of the drinks and their ingredients created by that small woman who was a volcano of inventiveness. Each entry was even accompanied by a photo of the finished cocktail, a cheerful frame with colorful glasses and bubbles served as decoration.

"Damn, Rin, I was always asking you for the Cosmopolitan. If only I had known," Kisame exclaimed cheerfully.

"You're not out of time to taste everything" the woman smiled with satisfaction. She stood up on tiptoe for a moment, her small stature often making this movement happen instinctively.

Rin would act as Hinata's best man. Each of them had tacitly foreseen the explosion of chaos that would occur in the second part of the ceremony, due to the tension accumulated during the preparations, especially for those who had had a demanding role like theirs.

Oh yes, it will be fun. It will be something intense, profound, as happens on very rare occasions in life, it could even be the only one. I am ready and honored to be able to experience it.

Kisame's very clear eyes absorbed, in a few seconds, everything around them. The driveway and car park in dark red cobblestones reached the villa by entering through a large wrought iron gate. The walls of the house were the same color as the pavement. Oleander bushes, with blood-red flowers, which Kakuzu was now arranging to perfection, hedged the road. A small pine forest provided shade to the villa, also hiding it from prying eyes.

The large lawn was filling up with a forest of white tables arranged by Shisui and Yahiko who were unloading them, together with the chairs, from a truck. He had stopped on the driveway so as not to ruin the grass and this forced them to go a little further. Kisame, Itachi, Naruto and Nagato were also helping out.

At the back, next to the long table of the spouses, under the pergola, they had already positioned the miniature theater in which the puppets of Sasori and Sarana would perform. Unfortunately, during transport, the paint was a little scratched in some places. Madara, with her thick hair gathered in a high ponytail, was retouching it with obsessive precision so that the owners wouldn't notice, there was certainly no risk that this could affect their joy.

Just at the back of the house, Obito was tending to the dark wicker loungers surrounding the pool. It wasn't immense, however that wide brick staircase that progressively immersed itself in the celestial water impressed and attracted attention at the same time. Kisame realized, in that moment, how much he had always hated those slippery metal ladders hanging from the edges.

A forest of imposing cork and oak trees progressively thickened starting from the borders of the meadow. Right at the bottom of the plain, the workers of the Deidara fireworks company were completing the final preparations. The director of the show, of course, was the blond, those men were just meticulously following his instructions.

Genma's task would have been to create the photo album, Izuna would have given him a hand in every spare moment he had.

Their dream continued unstoppable on the tracks. This time the joy did not escape from the fingers immediately after being touched.

On the morning of September 10th, the first light of dawn, to be more precise. Even though no one had slept a wink, or almost no one, during the previous night, they all felt fully energized.

The five brides, who had spent much of the night getting ready with their respective witnesses, were surprised to find themselves not at all nervous. Each of them, in fact, had always thought that this was the predominant emotion when preparing to experience the most important day. However, they had all come to the conclusion that this was due to the loneliness of the single bride. But there were five of them. Tsunade and Samui had cleared yet another room of their villa to allow the women to live that experience all together. The house had been invaded by their chirping, by the light that came from their gazes.

"Since we got married, it's the first time I've spent the night away from Rin" Obito had written this in the chat group they shared.

Madara had started taking care of his company again and Izuna had settled into a small apartment, which was why the eldest found himself alone in the house. Kisame and Itachi had sent him to spend that intense night with them. Sasuke was already present, he was there to be advised and cuddled by his Nii - san who was also his witness.

"Tomorrow I'll have to resign myself to putting a kilo of concealer on my dark circles" Itachi had sighed while he was preparing yet another mojito to give to his brother and cousin who were seriously risking madness.

"You're sexy like that. I was in love with you before, but ever since I saw your dimples I've been caught by a hook that I never want to free myself from again."

Kisame grabbed him by the thin waist to pull him towards him. Before kissing him he gave him a sparkling look, full of admiration and tenderness.

Eventually Sasuke and Obito had collapsed on the couch, Itachi had covered them and kissed his Otouto gently on the forehead.

"I still don't know how I will get used to the idea that my little brother has grown up and that in a few hours he will get married. I have always taken care of him, but now… he will have a wife."

Kisame had hugged his companion's naked and thin body to his warm skin. They were lying in bed deluded that they were waiting for a sleep that would never come.

"From what I see, Sasuke always runs to you for everything."

Itachi couldn't help but laugh. Kisame was positive, solid, empathetic, his irony was never out of place or out of place. One of the few, perhaps even the only one, who always managed to get it right. He understood it in an instant by observing his gestures, finding the hidden nuances within his sentences. He had constantly been able to read his soul directly through his gaze, even managing to do so when it was still hidden behind the mask. In a very short time it had become his rock. At the same time Itachi, with his emotional strength, had become Kisame's support, his calm. He reassured him if he was torn by doubts, he gave him courage. But this time without being crushed by self-control and extreme sacrifices. It was just like that. One of the few perfect couples in the world.

Sasuke, I hope you too find yourself in all this starting tomorrow.

"Otouto, wake up, it's time."

Sasuke had moaned with his mouth still thick from sleep, a delicate hand was stroking his hair. He wondered why the hell he had to get up when it was still dark outside. After a few seconds of confusion, his memory returned. He saw his Nii – san in front of him, impeccable, even with some artfully designed personalized details.

To make you remember. Absolute perfection is useless.

Itachi's bright red shirt, although perfectly pressed at the collar, had the top two buttons undone, allowing the necklace and the beginning of his pecs to be visible. The black jacket hugged the slim body perfectly, it tightened at the waist and widened again at the beginning of the hips, the edge of the red cuffs protruded slightly from the sleeves. Everything calculated to the millimetre. His hair gathered in an elegant and discreet low ponytail; only now that they were placed in contrast with a similar color could their slightly dusty tone be appreciated. The shorter tufts framed the look without disturbing it. Very light makeup highlighted his magnetic eyes. The imperceptible but tender smile.

"Why, Nii – san, have you forgotten that I'm the one getting married?" Sasuke frowned in mock annoyance.

"Absolutely not, that's why you're coming over there with me now to get ready" Itachi's face was completely lit up with affection.

Sasuke got up from the couch letting himself be dragged by his older brother's hand. Seeing Kisame and Obito ready and smiling at him while sitting at the kitchen table, he had guessed that they had allowed him to sleep as long as possible. But now there was really no more time, his moment had come. He swallowed, feeling his legs go soft.

During the previous month of preparations, they had established that only the bride and groom's dress had to be strictly black and white, the guests and witnesses, although elegant, would have to wear different colours. For this reason Itachi's shirt was bright red and without a tie. Kisame's dress is made of a rather dark but shiny grey-blue fabric, he had probably chosen it to match the ultramarine blue of his hair. The shirt was white but the bow tie was the same color as the suit, his perfectly sculpted bodybuilder's body stood out perfectly. Obito's suit was very dark tan, his shirt beige, he wore a tie. Kisame said goodbye to them all shortly after to go to Sasori whose best man he was.

A kiss full of passion to Itachi: "See you soon, my love."

A hug given at the same time to the other two: "Sasuke, I wish you all the happiness in this world."

Itachi had guided Sasuke, silently but with disarming affection, in front of the mirror of Kisame's wardrobe to put on his suit. He had been there, at his witness brother's house, for a month already. Sasuke had made this decision being certain of the greater care and precision that Itachi had in looking after things. As soon as the major removed it from its transparent cellophane, Sasuke noticed how he had also taken care of the appearance of the perfume, probably keeping a sachet of fragrances inside the case until a few days before. The younger man's large black eyes became shiny.

Sasuke hadn't had the courage to look at the mirror until Itachi had pulled away from him to make him understand that, at least on that point, he was ready. The minor remained speechless, it is true that all five spouses would have had almost identical dresses, however the effect it had on him was as impactful as a cannon shot in its simplicity. It looked like an image from one of those evocative and refined black and white portraits. Colors in stark contrast but which didn't clash at all. His hair, fresh from the hairdresser, very black like the classic cut jacket, the two side tufts framed his forehead without hiding it anymore. The hair on the top of his head had been cut so neatly that it almost held its own. However, Sasuke was aware that the Nii – san / witness to him had certainly not finished there. His skin is diaphanous and fine, white like his perfect shirt and without the most microscopic crease. His eyes were black as night, the same as his brother's and identical to the color of his tie and trousers. He looked fake.

"I haven't seen the others yet, Otouto, but I don't need to to be sure that you are the most handsome groom."

Itachi smiled, taking a stunned and speechless Sasuke by the hand and leading him towards the bathroom. The young man sat on the stool in front of the mirror, docilely letting his hair be fixed by those tapered hands.

What graceful movements you have, Nii – san, I will never be like this.

"Just a moment more patience, Otouto, we're almost done."

Sasuke, who had made the gesture of getting up, fell back onto the stool even more astonished. Itachi had been taking care of him for more than an hour, he had started when the sun hadn't risen yet and instead, now, it was high in the sky.

"I don't think that's the case, Nii – san" said the youngest, almost terrified, seeing his brother with his makeup supplies in his hands: "The few occasions in which I put on makeup were those in which I they ordered it for work, I've never done it in my life and, I certainly didn't intend to start on my wedding day."

Itachi let out an imperceptible sigh of mock annoyance: "Otouto, I assure you that no one will notice that you are wearing makeup, not even Hinata when you kiss her. Do you trust me? I only erase the signs of tiredness."

Sasuke had capitulated once again. Yes, he trusted Itachi. Blindly.

They were greeted by Obito's applause in the living room. Sasuke, who until that moment had remained practically silent, lit up with a big smile and started to get excited by asking questions in rapid succession.

Nii – san, don't forget my ring!

Did Kisame take Sasori's?

If I were to arrive before the other spouses I would die of embarrassment, Obito, can we stop for breakfast somewhere to waste time?

What if Genma forgot his camera and Izuna, since he is Neji's best man, didn't have time to use his?

Nii – san, can you imagine if my dress were to tear? Maybe just the pants!

Guys, stay close to me even if you are busy…

It had continued like this for the entire journey, Obito, driving his car decorated with white bows and ribbons, exchanged amused smiles with Itachi through the rearview mirror. The eldest had to sit behind him next to his brother, he had taken his arm without letting go for a moment in an affectionate and protective gesture.

Sasuke's fears had not come true, he had, in fact, been the last of the newlyweds to arrive.

It's all thanks to your perfectionism, Nii – san.

The square in front of the cathedral was full of cars but deserted of people, even Kisame's Land Rover was there. They were all already inside, that unreal silence was only an appearance. Inside, the church was teeming with dreams and hopes.

Sasuke stopped for a few seconds to observe it, the white marble facade, the spiers stood out high in the clear, turquoise sky. The disturbing expressions of the gargoyles frozen in resignation: not even they could have disturbed the absolute serenity of that day.

They climbed that staircase decorated with vases of plump white roses, heading straight towards their radiant future.

Sasuke didn't wonder who had closed the heavy wooden door behind them, however he had to smile thinking about Deidara who probably jumped at every noise believing that one of his infamous traps had been triggered.

He thought he was flying, sliding along the wide nave adorned with other roses, he could smell their delicate scent. The guests, from the wooden benches, turned towards him, whispering and smiling. He recognized them all, family and friends.

Genma and Izuna took photographs non-stop, they would have immortalized more or less every moment of that day. The light arrived made colorful by the rich and large windows, everyone seemed immersed in a fantastic rainbow. That cathedral did not have many frescoes, rather a tunnel of flying buttresses and stained glass windows, this gave the basilica a much brighter appearance than the dim light that was usually encountered. The imposing pipe organ was waiting, on the left, to let its notes fly.

Well, Deidara, where are the trap triggers hidden? Are we walking on it? In some pieces of the windows? By pressing some particular organ key?

Sasuke smiled again as he reached his rightful place in front of the altar: the one in the center. Deidara to his right, with his head bowed and covered in golden hair, perhaps felt embarrassed by the delirium of the previous days. To the left of him Neji. Hidan and Sasori at the ends. In the same positions they had had in the myriad tests they had done. Always disastrous tests, between Deidara's ravings and Hidan's jokes that always made everyone laugh, they had reached the decisive day without everything ever going smoothly from start to finish.

Sasuke's hands had just started to sweat, his heart to gallop, when they were hit by an explosion of white light. Both doors of the cathedral door had been thrown open, letting the sun flood into the nave; the notes of the organ were the soundtrack, the gazes of the five spouses and the guests were now all focused on that splendor.

Five figures against the light, Sasuke was immediately enraptured, immediately understanding how the central one was the most astonishing. The shots and flash of Genma's camera were now going in bursts, Izuna had joined Neji at the witnesses' place.

Since both Hinata's and Tayuya's fathers had passed away, the brides had decided to cross the distance to the altar alone. They weren't alone, they were now complicit and close-knit friends. The perfect timing showed that they were most likely already there before everyone else, they had certainly seen their future husbands arrive, giggling at their awkward and nervous faces, happily nudging each other. A day that would go down in history, something like this had never happened.

Hidan's tension disappeared instantly, his clenched jaw melting into a big smile as he saw the unique woman who would share his life with him. She hadn't given up her strengths and particularities that day either. The simple, minimal dress, the white and shiny fabric but without frills. Her shoulders were bare, her red hair veiled. Her dress seemed to fit a little too loose on her, perhaps falling too straight. Comfortable white flats peeked out from underneath, but that was okay. If Hidan had remembered her from the first words he had spoken about her there had to be a reason.

Even Konan hadn't given up on her true self, her tiny veil started from a rose-shaped clip that held back her blue tuft, her eye makeup was the same color, her long tube dress with shining embroidery. Her roses were king that day, they were also found on Sarana's dress. Hers was the most classic dress of all, the tight bodice, the wide and flared skirt to cover the feet. She was studded with roses and this made her resemble the clothes she sewed for Sasori's puppets. A fair. Sasuke wondered if perhaps she was the designer of her dress.

Karin smiled amiably, tilting her head to the side, she hadn't given up on her glasses, however she had made herself a frame, probably tidy if measured, the same color as her hair. She advanced, looking at Deidara with a calm expression, as if wanting to reassure him that the cathedral wouldn't collapse, burn, explode or something. The perfect person for an impetuous character like hers. Her skirt stopped above her skinny knees, the white beads with which her dress was studded swaying slightly with each step.

Sasuke felt his heart stop. No, perhaps he no longer had a heart, just as the rest of his body no longer existed. Only his mind was there, or at least what was left of it.

I'm alive? I'm awake?

He had an angel in front of him, with her luminous wings starting from her delicate shoulders to meet her black hair styled in a cascade of velvety ringlets. She was flying on a cloud, soft, silent, the white tulle swirls were so light that they moved with Sasuke's breathing. The wide straps joined at the back, on the back. The skirt ended in a long train, Rin was at least two meters behind Hinata to prevent that wonder from getting tangled. A princess with a crown of roses. These flowers everywhere, even on the neckline of Rin's pink dress. In Hinata's bouquet which was the most beautiful and largest of all. She lowered her big blue eyes for a moment. Sasuke no longer heard the heart, the sounds. Itachi almost had to shake him by handing him the wedding ring. He had felt Hinata's lips softly as he kissed her. He heard the applause, which had exploded in the church, muffled although it reverberated from the effect of the arches. The shots from the cameras seemed to him like beads falling to the ground.

Gosh, it's not Karin's dress that's falling apart.

He thought he was flying when his wife's little hand grabbed his. She heard, as in a dream, the trill of her laughter while they followed Deidara who, almost running, was literally dragging Karin outside. Probably the fear of falling into some trap had not completely passed, poor Kiba, witness to him, was desperately trying to keep up with him. Sasuke laughed hearing that muffled sound too. The sunlight, white and absolute that entered from the door, enveloped them more and more with every step. Sasuke felt like he could dive into it.

I'm throwing myself into life now. In my future and, no, it's not as scary as I always thought. It's just so beautiful it takes your breath away.