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You Are Cordially Invited [6/?]

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Chapter Summary: For the most part, her parents have been supportive of hers and Sasuke’s relationship. It’s only occasionally that their worries cause them to overstep – or at least, cause her mother to overstep. But Sakura knows her parents, and she suspects that the longer they have to get used to the idea, and the more time they spend with Sasuke, the more accepting they will be.

Chapter Beta: None. As usual, I’ll edit it myself and with help from ProWriting Aid tomorrow, and then I’ll send it off to my beta.

Author’s Note: Sorry if scene transitions are a little choppy. I’m still trying to get better at having time pass in a chapter, as opposed to writing long, drawn out explanations of an entire day’s worth of events...I really can’t afford this turning into another IOG, where it’s been 30-odd chapters and it’s still only the second day...

Although Sasuke is a little less concerned about the wedding ceremony itself knowing that Naruto and Kakashi will be there to support him, there are still practical affairs occupying his mind. As he helps Sakura plan the event during her increasingly scarce downtime, he learns how much attention to detail it requires.

And apparently money.

Sasuke never imagined it would cost much to get married, but Sakura’s messy calculations and her assurances that they can still have a beautiful wedding on a budget tell him different.

“Don’t worry, Sasuke,” she says the next morning when she sees him frown at the cost of a hall rental for the hiroen. “Guests always bring money gifts. Whatever we spend now, we’ll get paid back. And if we’re careful, we can have some left over for afterwards!”

She beams at him.

Sasuke isn’t much comforted by this, especially considering the money Sakura means to use now belongs to her and her parents. While he understands the reason she never asked him to help pay for anything – she’s aware of his lack of funds right now – he can’t help being bothered about it. They are about to embark on a new chapter of their lives together, and once again, she is investing everything in it while he is unable to do the same.

Is this how it’s always going to be?

If they’re supposed to spend this much on the wedding, maybe he should put off looking for a home until they get back…

He doesn’t get very long to brood about it. Almost ten minutes after Sakura leaves for her morning shift, Naruto arrives, a canvas garment bag slung over his shoulder. “Oi! Sasuke, I’ve got something for you!”

“Do you need to announce it to the neighbourhood?” he retorts waspishly.

“Huh…someone hasn’t had any caffeine today,” Naruto sniffs, and unzips the bag. “Here.”

He brandishes several thick folds of cloth at him.

“What is this?”

“It’s a montuki,” Naruto rolls his eyes. “I said no hobo-cloak, remember? And I’m your best man, so I have to get you ready.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Well have you got any other option?” his friend challenges. “Other than whatever the hell you’re wearing now?”

“It’s called a shirt, half-wit.”

“Exactly.”

Sasuke raises an eyebrow, deciding it’s too early in the morning to try to understand Naruto-logic.

“What’s the matter? It’s not like I’m giving you something cheap, and you’re only like an inch taller than me, so no one’s going to notice if it’s a little short.”

“I’m not taking the only set of formal clothing that you own.”

“You’re not taking, you’re borrowing – and why not?!”

Sasuke doesn’t know how to explain that it would feel weird getting married in the same clothing that Naruto did without the other man taking it as an insult. Or mocking him for sentimentality. Instead, he falls back on his standard tactic to avoid doing something he doesn’t want to.

Deflection.

“They probably smell like the ramen you spilled on them.”

“As if Hiashi would let us have ramen at the wedding,” Naruto rolls his eyes.

“Hinata snuck you some afterward.”

“How…hey, wait a minute, you weren’t even there! How do you know that? Did Sakura tell you?”

“No. But I know you. and I know Hinata.”

“Hmph! Just for that, you can ask Kakashi to find you something to wear,” Naruto sniffs.

Sasuke considers this. It’s not a bad idea. As far as he knows, anything Kakashi owns won’t have been worn to his wedding; the man apparently didn’t have a formal ceremony. Sasuke suspects there was alcohol and a series of spur-of-the-moment decisions involved, but no one has ever confirmed that. Like the face behind Kakashi’s mask, Sasuke suspects it will remain a mystery.

He wonders if his sensei didn’t have the right idea. Aside from the alcohol, it seems a lot less complicated than what Sasuke is going through right now.

And on that note…

“Naruto…” Sasuke begins, trying for casual. “Who paid for your wedding?”

His friend blinks. “Huh?”

“Was it Hinata’s family? Or…?” He has a suspicion the village might have footed the bill for their hero.

“Hm…” Naruto thinks about it, and then shrugs. “I don’t know.”

Sasuke’s eye twitches. “You’re kidding.”

“Well, I know Hinata and Hanabi and a bunch of her cousins did all the planning, so I guess her family did,” Naruto goes on obliviously. “But we got a lot of gifts – even before the wedding, so that took care of a lot of it. Other than that…I have no idea.”

“You don’t know who paid for your wedding but you expect to be involved in the finances of an entire village?” Sasuke asks through gritted teeth.

“Hey, it’s totally different!”

“You are still…such an idiot.”

It’s a small sign of growing maturity that instead of taking a swipe at him, Naruto simply snatches up the garment bag and stalks out of the apartment. Sasuke scowls at his door for a while, exasperated, and then snatches his sword and heads for one of the outlying training grounds. It might not help him figure out the money concerns, but the exercise at least allows him to express some of his frustration.

Over the course of the next few hours, he slowly returns to his usual composure and feels readier to tackle the financial problems that are bothering him. Upon returning home, he sits down and starts a list of his own, wrestling with numbers and priorities. With Sakura’s notes nearby, he determines there are at least a few things he can contribute to and still put some money away for a place for them to live.

If he doesn’t mind cutting down on buying food for the rest of his stay in Konoha, and rethinks his stance on living with his prospective in-laws when they return.

He resists the urge to knock his head against the table.

There is a knock at the door, and he sighs, getting up to answer it.

Outside, three small figures are lingering; a genin squad, ostensibly on a mission to deliver messages around the village. (He remembers those days well.) While two teammates linger several cautious steps back, a small boy with hair like a broom holds out an envelope to Sasuke, hands shaking slightly.

Sasuke is used to the fearful reaction from the younger generation, and wonders which idiot in his life chose to punish a bunch of kids by sending him a message instead of a summon. Still, he takes the paper without comment and begins to close the door, when the one of the other genin – gawky dark-haired girl with a ridiculous bow – pipes up, “Hey…mister…”

He pauses.

“Is it true you saved Konoha from being smushed by a piece of the moon?”

He considered the upturned, uneasy faces in front of him for a moment, and then offers a short, “Yes.”

And closes the door.

Outside, he hears a sharp intake of breath and then a low chorus of, “Whoa…” and excited chatter as they leave. He snorts to himself, a flicker of long-buried childhood pride flaring up unexpectedly, and opens the envelope.

Scanning the message, he rolls his eyes and grabs his cloak.

Upon arriving at the Hokage Tower, he strides into Kakashi’s office and says, “If you needed to see me, why not tell me so this morning?”

“I didn’t know I’d need to see you until about a half hour ago,” Kakashi replies with an indifferent shrug. “Just because I wear a big hat and a cape doesn’t make me omniscient, you know.”

Sasuke stares at him expectantly.

“You know, anyone else would laugh at that,” the Hokage sighs and reaches for a dossier beside him. He holds it out to Sasuke. “It took some doing, but I’ve gotten approval to have the remaining Uchiha holdings permanently passed over to you. Homura and Koharu weren’t too happy about it, but Tsunade’s in town and put in a good word for you.” Sasuke’s surprise must show on his face, because Kakashi waves dismissively. “I doubt it was for your well-being so much as Sakura’s. And the Elders aren’t as willing to oppose Tsunade since she stopped being Hokage. She said it was something to do with not being a role-model anymore or being too old to give a shit…”

He trails off with a wistful look in his eyes, as if he can’t wait until he attains that magical epoch in his life. Then he shakes his head and returns his attention to Sasuke.

“You just need to sign all the places that are indicated and you’ll have full financial autonomy,” Kakashi goes on. “I took the liberty of adding Sakura’s name to your list of beneficiaries. I know you aren’t married yet, but it takes two weeks for the paperwork to go through and I suspect you two will be on your way when that happens.”

Sasuke nods in thanks and flips through the paperwork, grimacing at the sum circled in red. It’s hard to feel enthusiastic about it, even though it’s more than he’s been living off since returning. It might be enough to put a down-payment on a slightly larger apartment, though…

“With regards to the wedding,” Kakashi says.

Sasuke glances up with a frown. “Is that really something to discuss here?”

“I gave the entire village mission to find wedding gifts for Naruto,” Kakashi points out dryly, “which, if I recall, you totally ignored. I highly doubt the mere mention of your impending nuptials will somehow dishonor this office.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes.

“I have a bunch of formalwear that I’ve never worn,” Kakashi goes on. “I don’t even know where they came from, to be honest. I don’t remember buying them, and Manako hates shopping more than I do. In the event you want to borrow something, the offer is there.”

There’s a pause as Sasuke considers Kakashi for a long moment, and then he snorts. “That stubborn moron was here complaining, wasn’t he?”

“I’m offended that you think I needed Naruto to talk to me about this. Who says I wasn’t going to make the offer myself?” Kakashi replies, and then Sasuke continues to look unimpressed he sighs. “Fine, he may have reminded me. But only because I’ve been busy cutting through the red tape concerning your property. I think that deserves some gratitude.”

“You have it,” Sasuke says shortly, placing the paper on the desk and reaching for a pen to sign with. A moment later, he passes it back. “Is there anything else? Or do you intend to set another pointless mission for a bunch of genin?”

“Everyone has to start somewhere – you all did,” his former teacher replies. “If you’re interested, come by later and see if anything I have fits you. If it doesn’t, I’m sure your future mother-in-law won’t mind making alterations. Assuming you haven’t managed to piss her off yet.”

“Hm.”

He turns to leave, but then Kakashi clears his throat. Glancing over his shoulder, he notices the older pan pushing something across the clear space on his desk. Sasuke doesn’t recognise it at first, but when he does, he narrows his eyes. “No.”

“Come on, Sasuke, face it. You’re not exactly an expert on social interactions of a certain type. And I don’t see you following Sai’s example and reading up on human behaviour cues, or doing something as prosaic as asking.” He taps the orange cover of the notorious book. “At least if you skim through this, it could help.”

“Help what?”

“You know,” Kakashi says, voice heavy with implication.

A beat later, the penny drops and Sasuke glares. “You’re a degenerate.”

He stalks away, pointedly ignoring the offered book and its irritating owner.

He can and will figure that part of his marriage out by himself.

うちは

“Stop moving so much,” Sakura’s mother complains, “the sleeves will be uneven.”

“No one will notice if the sleeves are uneven, Mother,” Sakura sighs in exasperation.

“I will, and that’s all that matters – honestly, Sakura, can’t you put those down for two seconds?” Mebuki complains. “I swear, every day you bring home more work. I thought you were supposed to be delegating projects, not taking on more.”

The living room of the Haruno household is a disaster zone of paperwork and files, along with swatches of cloth and the remnants of a late lunch. While Mebuki fusses over her, Ino sits across the room with a sketchbook on her knee – a present from Sai, no doubt – putting finishing touches on her ideas for the flower arrangements. Meanwhile, Hinata has graciously taken it upon herself to act as Sakura’s unofficial secretary today.

Apparently, the hospital frowns upon the idea of dragging interns home at the end of the day…

At the moment, she is busy transcribing Sakura’s rather messy writing into readable instructions, so that her replacements can best follow her directives.

“I have to make sure everything is set up before I leave,” Sakura reminds her mother, flipping through a stack of papers that she has spread out on the chabudai in the living room. Occasionally she stamps them with her inkan, but mostly she just organizes them into separately labeled piles. Every now and again she stretches out a body part or twists to one side so that her mother can wrap measuring tape around whatever body part she currently requires. In the background, a half-finished kimono hangs on one of Mebuki’s dressmaking mannequins.

“Leaving me with the hard work! How am I supposed to complete a proper shiromoku in eight days?”

“I already said you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to.”

“Of course, I have to! Do you think I’m going to let you get married in a pantsuit or something boring like that?” Mebuki demands, and then trails off into a low grumble. “This is all far too rushed.”

“You’re the one that bullied Sasuke into it. We were perfectly fine with the idea of getting married when we came back.”

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“Heh, Auntie Mebuki doesn’t want her daughter’s virtue compromised.”

Sakura shoots Ino a glare. “At least I have some.”

“Not for long you won’t,” Ino leers, and then pretends to sniff and wipe away a tear. “And to think, soon you won’t be the only one of us here that’s still a virgin…”

“Ino! Don’t be so impolite!” Mebuki scolds.

“Sorry, Auntie.”

“Although, on that note, sweetheart, you’re going to make sure you whip up some proper protection, right?” Mebuki adds a moment later. “I’m far too young to be a grandmother.”

“Of, for goodness sake!” Sakura cries, throwing down her pain and clapping her hands over her ears. “Hinata, please, distract me from these two before I strangle one of them!”

Hinata laughs nervously. “Well…uh, you need to reassign your patient cases amongst your colleagues.”

“I have that folder here somewhere,” Sakura says, weeding through the pile in front of her. “Any cases with asterisks beside them are complicated procedures that go to Lady Tsunade. All the other ones can just be divided between this list of people.” She passes the folder and the list over. “They’re the most competent residents I have.”

“Should we reserve a place at the inn beside the shrine?” Mebuki asks.

Sakura raises an eyebrow. “Why would we do that?”

“For the night before. It would make it easier for you to get ready and to the ceremony on time.”

“The ceremony is taking place three blocks from our house. I don’t mind walking.”

“I know you don’t mind, but those roads haven’t been paved yet. We don’t want you to get all dirty from the street before you get to the shrine – come on, Sakura, be practical!”

“Fine! We’ll rent a room there.”

“I’ve finished going through all the delegate that have actually confirmed they’ll be here for the conferences,” Hinata interrupts quietly, passing Sakura back another list. “And I’ve written down the subject of their presentations, and underligned which ones are interested in leading panel discussions.”

“Huh. I should probably write up a letterhead advertising the most prominent ones,” Sakura muses. “But make a note that it will depend on how many people attend. If not enough people are interested, we can’t waste money booking a conference room for the panel.”

“What do you think of this?” Ino wants to know, appearing beside her and sliding her sketch on top of the attendance list.

“It’s nice,” Sakura says, glancing briefly at the design. Daffodils, lavender sprigs and… She frowns and looks back, trying to make sure her eyes are working. “Are those roses blue?”

“Mm-hmm,” Ino replies smugly. “Red ones feel a little cliché at this point. True love – we all get it. But blue ones – well, they symbolise rarity. Something hardly within one’s grasp, that under normal circumstances would be difficult to achieve. I thought it fit you both well.”

Sakura breaks out into a smile. “That’s perfect.”

“Of course it’s perfect, it’s my work,” Ino tells her, taking the sketchbook back.

“You also have to reply to these,” Hinata says, brandishing a stack of letters. “It’s all the offers from other hospitals wanting you to visit. There are some as far away as the Land of Sky.”

Sakura shakes her head. “That’s too far for me right now. In fact, anyone from out west I’ll have to decline for now. If there are any on the way to the Land of Earth, though, I can look them over later today. Maybe I can visit them on the way back from the mission. Just put those aside for now.”

“Are you two going to have a gift registry?” Mebuki asks. “I read about that in one of my magazines. It’s for gifts.”

“There’s really no point,” Sakura says. “We don’t really have a house yet, and it’s not like we’re going to be here for the first part of the marriage.”

Then she breaks into a grin.

“What?” her mother asks.

“‘Our marriage’,” Sakura sighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being able to say that.”

“You are going to be absolutely useless now, aren’t you?” Ino deadpans.

“Oh, no, she’s not,” Mebuki declares. “What do you think about food? Hinata and I thought it might be simplest to make a large portion of one or two dishes than plan an entire menu, especially since you’ve said the reception will be rather short. But if you’re looking for something specific –”

“Just something simple, nothing too fancy. And nothing too sweet, because Sasuke’s not a fan.”

“I don’t know why he’s not here helping with this. He’s unemployed, the least he could do is the planning while you’re busy with all of this.” She gestures at Sakura’s list of competent interns and upcoming medical procedures.

“He has other things on his mind.”

“Like what? It’s not as if he’s even helping to pay for the wedding – Kakashi is,” Mebuki replies.

Sakura blinks, and tilts her head towards her mother. “What did you say?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Mebuki asks. “He came by early this morning – ungodly early, if you ask me. He wanted to ask who was paying for the wedding, and when your father and I said we had it covered, he insisted he wanted to split the cost. Something about taking his duties seriously.”

There’s a suspicious blurring in Sakura’s eyes.

“I think Sasuke must have asked him to stand in for his parents at the ceremony,” she says quietly. “I guess he’s trying to do whatever he can in place of Sasuke’s father.”

“Wow,” Ino says, looking shocked. “That’s…Kakashi-sensei’s really a softy, isn’t he?”

“He’s a good man,” Hinata agrees.

Mebuki considers all of this for a moment, and then sniffs. “Well, I still say Sasuke should be doing more.

“Mother!” Sakura cries. “The man saved the whole planet, is he never going to be good enough for you?”

“You helped saved the planet, too,” her mother answers mutinously.

Sakura mouths wordlessly, wanting to say several different things at once, but unable to settle on anything in particular. Ino appears to sense her growing frustration and possible impending destruction of furniture, because she interjects, “Forget it, Sakura. The whole purpose of parents is to be overprotective of their kids and harp on their in-laws.”

“Says the woman whose mother actually loves her son-in-law.”

“Well, my mother’s strange.”

“And Hinata’s father likes Naruto.”

“To be fair, he challenged him to single-combat before he would let Naruto ask me to marry him,” Hinata pipes up, and then bites her lip. “But, yes, Father likes him. He insists he call him ‘Dad’ whenever we visit for dinner.” She makes a face. “Hanabi and I were never even allowed to call him ‘Dad’.”

“Maybe he’s trying to grow with the times?” Ino suggests.

“See? Why can’t you be like that?” Sakura asks her mother. “You know Sasuke doesn’t have anyone else in the world. You and Dad are going to be his only family other than me, would it kill you to go a little easier on him?”

“If he challenges me to single-combat, I’ll consider it,” Mebuki replies stubbornly, causing Ino and Hinata to burst into giggles. Even Sakura can’t quite keep the smile from her face at the mental-image that offers.

“You are incorrigible,” she tells her mother, and when her mother offers a wry grin in response, Sakura lets the matter lie.

For the most part, her parents have been supportive of hers and Sasuke’s relationship. It’s only occasionally that their worries cause them to overstep – or at least, cause her mother to overstep. But Sakura knows her parents, and she suspects that the longer they have to get used to the idea, and the more time they spend with Sasuke, the more accepting they will be.

I hope, she thinks with weary sigh.

The next few hours pass quickly, and after Ino and Hinata go home, and her mother heads to the kitchen to start cooking dinner, Sakura feels as if she managed to make a decent dent in her work. As has become habit on her evenings off, Sasuke arrives at her doorstep with a silent invitation to walk with him, and she wastes no time falling into step with him.

As they meander down the familiar treeline path that leads to her favourite lookout point, Sakura asks if he knew about Kakashi’s offer.

Judging by the subtle widening of Sasuke’s eyes and tiny frown in his forehead, he didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” she asks him. “Don’t you think it was nice of him to do that?”

“It was,” he says stiffly. “It is also unnecessary.”

“There’s nothing wrong with accepting help from the people who love you, Sasuke,” she tells him gently.

“That’s not what I…” he begins, but stops, appearing frustrated. She half expects him to shove his hand in his pocket and stalk away, the way he would have when they were children. But a minute later, after what appears to be some furious thinking, he speaks again.

“How will this marriage succeed if I have nothing to contribute?” he asks.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re overseeing all the plans,” he tells her. “The logistics, the financial concerns – even Kakashi and Naruto are more aware of all that’s needed than I am. In the end, what should I be doing? Do I just show up and benefit from all this? Nothing in life is that easy.”

His words end abruptly, and through the unexpected vulnerability, Sakura hears what he stopped himself from adding: for me.

“You don’t believe you deserve this,” she realises out loud.

He says nothing, but she takes his silence as confirmation.

Her heart breaks just a little, because she knows why he thinks that. His entire life – from the approval he confessed to craving from his father to the redemption for his deeds in the war – nothing has ever been handed to him. He may have been called a genius, but in many ways he was far more crippled by circumstance than even Naruto was.

“Sasuke…you do.

He tries to turn away and she reaches out to tug at his hand until he turns around.

“I mean it,” she says, trying to duck her head beneath his downturned face to meet his gaze. “After everything you’ve lost…after everything you’ve gone through, you deserve a second chance. And if that includes having your friends try to take care of you, is it really so bad to let them?”

“Hn.”

She senses him giving way, and leans in to entwine her fingers with his.

“Besides,” she goes on, “you’re wrong, anyway. There’s one thing you never had to work for. And when I say one thing, I mean one person.”

“Naruto doesn’t count,” he tells her blandly.

“Naru – you think I’m talking about Naruto?!” she hisses, yanking her hand back and raising a threatening fist at him. But then he glances up at her, and she sees the tiny smirk forming on his face, and she realises he’s teasing.

“I take it back,” she grumbles. “You’re a horrible person.”

“You just told me I deserve a second chance,” he points out. “By your logic, if I was a horrible person, I wouldn’t deserve one.”

“Fine – you’re not a horrible person. But you do have a horrible sense of humour,” she tells him matter-of-factly. “Teasing me like that…I hope you know I’m not going to stand for that sort of thing once we’re married.”

But she still smiles at him, because the fact that it’s Sasuke teasing her makes all the difference.

Sasuke return her smile.

In fact, once again he shifts, looking away from her with his jaw set in dissatisfaction. Sakura narrows her eyes. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”

He nods jerkily, but doesn’t speak. She gives it a few moments, sensing that this is something he is not very comfortable voicing, but sure he will get there in his own time.

“It was always my understanding that in a typical relationship, certain responsibilities fall to the man,” he eventually confesses. “There are certain tasks I should carry out without having to rely on others.”

Sakura parses this, and a moment later snorts in disbelief; she didn’t expect to have to contend with both his inferiority complex and wounded man pride this evening.

“Darling, I don’t know if you’ve realised, but we’re not exactly a typical couple,” she says dryly. “You were an international criminal and I made a name for myself facing an army of puppets. Typical was thrown out the window about the time we all enrolled in the Academy.”

“Tch.”

“And if you’re that worried about not contributing, my mother’s been asking for more help with the planning. In fact, she requested you specifically,” she tells him, only feeling a little guilty her own amusement when Sasuke’s eye begins to twitch.

“I will…consider it.”

“Good.”

“And if that’s not manly enough for you, I’m sure you could ask my father if anything needs repairing around the house. Or maybe you could bring home a freshly killed boar for our table.”

The Rinnegan narrows in annoyance. “This is retribution for the Naruto comment, isn’t it?”

“Oh, please, would I be so petty?” she asks, and leans into him as they walk.

He wisely chooses not to answer that.

I did say he was a genius, she thinks idly, expecting the rest of the walk to continue in silence. She is therefore surprised when Sasuke breaks it with a scoff.

“‘Darling’?” he asks, tone half-amused, half exasperated. “Isn’t that a little…old fashioned?”

She suspects that’s not the word he was originally going for, and sticks her tongue out at him. “It’s not old fashioned, it’s cute. Typical married couples have nicknames for each other. You were getting all upset about us not being a typical couple, so I thought I’d help.”

“I wasn’t upset about that. And that’s not helping.”

“If you don’t like darling, we could try something else?” she suggests, pretending not to hear him. She affects an innocent air. “What about ‘sweetheart’? Or ‘honey’?” Sasuke groans. “No, wait, you don’t like sweets. ‘My tomato’?”

“Please. Stop.”

“Come on, it’s fun! You can come up with something for me –”

“No.”

“– though I promise you, if you ever call me ‘kitten’, I will break your nose.”

“That won’t happen in this lifetime.”

“Good. Just as long as we’re in total agreement on that,” she declares with a decisive nod of her head. And then, shooting him an impish grin, she adds, “darling.”

つづく

There we go - guy talk, NaruSasu bonding, SasuKaka bonding, Sasuke angsting, girl talk, over-protective mother, SasuSaku hurt-comfort and teasing banter. I think I covered all the bases?

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