The sun shone brightly over a picturesque meadow, the gentle breeze rustling through the trees and carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Guests gathered in a vibrant tapestry of colors, adorned in attire that reflected their unique personalities. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, laughter, and the promise of love. Today was the day Sakura and Kisame would tie the knot.
Sakura stood beneath an archway woven with delicate blossoms, her heart racing as she took in the sight of her closest friends and allies surrounding her. She wore a stunning gown that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, each layer flowing elegantly around her. Her hair was adorned with flowers, and she felt like a fairy tale princess ready to embark on her happily ever after.
Kisame stood at the altar, looking handsome in a sharp suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and fierce presence. His eyes sparkled with adoration as he met Sakura's gaze, his heart swelling with pride and love for the woman he was about to marry.
As the ceremony began, the officiant—a wise elder from the Land of Iron—cleared his throat, but the real chaos was just beginning.
"Do you, Sakura Haruno, take this man—"
"Wait! Is that a real sword?" Hidan shouted from the crowd, pointing at the ornate weapon hanging from Kisame's belt.
"Focus, Hidan!" Deidara chimed in, his voice playful. "You'll get your turn to slice something later!"
"Just wait until I get my cake, then I'm in charge," Hidan replied with a wicked grin, drawing laughter from the crowd.
As the ceremony progressed, friends took turns sharing light-hearted anecdotes about the couple. Choji stood up, beaming, "Remember when Sakura thought she could take on Kisame in a spar? She nearly ended up in the lake!"
Sakura flushed with embarrassment, playfully swatting at Choji as the crowd erupted into laughter. "I still would've won if I hadn't slipped!" she retorted, earning chuckles from everyone.
Eventually, it was time for the vows. Kisame took Sakura's hands in his, his expression serious yet filled with warmth. "Sakura, from the moment we met, you've changed my life for the better. I promise to stand by you through every challenge, and to cherish every moment we have together."
Sakura's heart melted. "Kisame, you are my rock, my partner, and my best friend. I promise to support you, to laugh with you, and to create a life filled with joy and adventure."
With their heartfelt vows exchanged, the officiant smiled and proclaimed, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!"
As they leaned in for their first kiss as a married couple, the moment felt like a dream. They sealed their promises with a soft, lingering kiss, the world around them fading away.
Suddenly, just as they were lost in each other, a loud voice broke the moment. "Hey! No fair cutting the cake before we get a chance to eat it!" Genma yelled, brandishing a fake knife like a sword.
Sakura pulled away, laughter bubbling up as she tried to catch her breath. "Genma! What are you doing?"
"Revenge for all those times you meddled in my life when you were younger!" he replied, grinning. "I thought we agreed that I would be the one to cut the cake!"
Kisame chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You've got a point, Genma. But you'll have to wait your turn. This is our moment!"
Sakura laughed, her heart full. She turned to Kisame, their fingers entwined, and they shared a playful glance. The moment might have been interrupted, but the joy in the air was palpable. The wedding had already become a cherished memory, filled with laughter, love, and the promise of their future together.
As the celebration continued, surrounded by friends, allies, and those they loved, Sakura and Kisame stepped into their new life, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them. Together, they would build a world filled with hope, friendship, and the unbreakable bond they had forged in both life and death.
