Hello, nice to meet you all. It's my first fanfic, and I'm excited! I hope you like.

-squeals-

Okay quick story info:

Sasuke: 24

Sakura: 24

Naruto: 22

Warnings; Sasuke's thoughts might be a little black and white but why warn you about that xD Nothing much in here to warn about in this chappie.

There will be more ages for other characters, later.

Enjoy dear readers.

The Wedding Planner

By: N a i. K i r e i. Y u k i.

Summary: My wedding planner is a complete dobe… He's loud, annoying, and forgetful… But the worst part about the situation is that… I think I'm falling in love with him. Great.

Aspirin.

He needed fucking aspirin.

She was chattering again—and this time there was no known earthly method of stopping her…

Usually a swift 'shut up' or a quiet 'Sakura, please' would suffice but this time she wouldn't let him get in a letter edge-wise let alone a simple syllable.

It's not—

"And we'll have Cherry Blossoms," She gushed continuing, "Or bleeding hearts! Have you ever seen them? They're absolutely exquisite Sasuke. They would make the occasion so… profound—"

—that serious, you can't—I can't—

She smiled, squealing at the mere thought of them actually—

"We should drape the ceilings in white angel's wings and even—"

He squeezed the bridge of his nose tightly between his fingers, barely—just barely—feeling the slow numbing effects on his budding headache.

Four months. It had only been four months.

do this—to yourself—to me—

She always jumped the gun… And by God, she was doing it again. This time with marriage.

The big elephant in the room—that Sasuke was trying to avoid—and would prefer to ignore its nagging presence. Until it started to come closer. And started to talk—about nonsensical things. He shuttered when the elephant he was picturing had pink hair and was sporting Sakura's face.

Marriage looked like Sakura?

"Sakura…" He sighed feeling his head's soreness amplify ten fold.

—because it's not fair—

"But Sasuke—Urgh, I'm not done. Can't you wait a minute?" She bit out harshly, a hard frown marring her smooth, pale face.

Eyes shooting open on his dysfunctional autopilot, victim to his ferocious instincts, he glared harder than usual, willing those insipid pair of lips to just shut up.

To—us.

He had heard enough of ponies and flowers and stickers… Or whatever the hell she was raving about.

Hey, it wasn't his fault he couldn't listen to high shrieking for too long until he began to 'Uchiha' filter it out.

"Besides, I got the wedding planner already. He's waiting right now! He's difficult to book because he's so occupied with all his high-end customers, but he made room for us! Can you believe that! By—"

We-ahhh—what! He? Shouldn't a wedding planner be some type of middle aged female phenomenon with no kids and an impossibly snooty personality? At least that was what he always pictured in a wedding planner anyways. Well a woman one, anyhow. How was a male one going to interact with them?

Wait.

What if he was a woman dressed like a man? Couldn't be—dear God.

He didn't want an it strolling in with a high-pitched voice with thick thighs wedged in hot pants and—

"Hello, there! The great Uzumaki, Naruto at your service!" Sasuke blinked in disbelief at the man stationed in front of him. He never even saw him come in—too wrapped in his thoughts.

He looked him up in down conspicuously. He was short, tan and had blond with blue eyes. Like… Like a beach bunny disguised in a suit. This couldn't possibly be their wedding planner that she had chosen for them! He looked too unprofessional to be—well anything. Especially with him nervously scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh to suit. Sasuke was already displeased with the image painted in his line of vision and his odd behavior wasn't helping in the least. It was actually helping him dislike him even more—if that was even possible.

"What are you guys' names again? I…ahem…kinda forgot."

"Are you being serious?" She asked cocking an eyebrow. Yeah, was he?

"I just got off the phone with you not even fifteen minutes ago…" Sakura said breathless.

Hell no—this idiot could never plan their wedding—well Sakura's wedding—hell, he couldn't even form a rational, coherent sentence.

"Hey, it's not my fault! I talked to like three more clients after that so… Yea!" He finished weakly.

Honestly, he didn't quite understand what was so unique about him in the first place. He looked like an airbrushed model posing in one of those stupid Macy's commercial for the regular man—well Sasuke wasn't buying it. Literally.

He shamelessly posed the question once more—"You names—heheheh—please." He smiled a broad idiotic grin.

"It's your job to remember our name's not ours! I know my name and I like it—very damn much actually—but I don't wanna spend my days repeating it to a person that I paying to NOT remember it!" Sakura practically screamed out in his face. It didn't seem to faze him much but he did noticeably shiver, his sixth sense detecting her manly strength. And I have to say I did almost feel sorry for the small fellow. Almost.

Rosemary—I mean Sakura—had a point.

Whoopty- fucking- do he had a tan. He was still plain to him—just abnormally loud and vibrant. He wasn't special enough to have so many prestigious customers swooning over him and his talents. Yeah—he might have been dressed in some nice pants—maybe—and maybe his eyes were really blue. He might have even been—Sasuke threw up in his mouth a little bit at the thought—cute. But there was one thing he was definitely certain of he was a complete and utter—

"Dobe."

The uneasy laughter died out in his throat in that particular instant, "What?" The rude reply smacked Sasuke in the face without a second to spare.

"You have the nerve to call me of all people a dobe?" He mocked angrily, pointing to his crisp suit his azure eyes cascaded with a blanket of unhinged anger.

Sasuke instantly raised an eyebrow becoming amused by the small man's small scrunched face, clearly irritated. He was proving to be more and more entertaining by the second.

"And if I did?" he instigated further only to investigate the man's emotions—see how far he could push him.

"Than I'm gonna kick that ten foot pole you seem to have lodged in your ass so fucking far that you'll be cleaning it first thing in the fucking MORNING!" He finished face red from exasperation. His breathing seemed uncharacteristically heavy and Sasuke seemed to only to smirk harder.

"TEME!" So he does know Japanese after all.

Maybe planning this wedding wouldn't be so horrible after all.

And here the story begins of an incredibly beautiful tale of two dimwits who miraculously weather through heartache, happiness and love. Where the unreachable is reached there can only be a happy ending, right? Well, that's for me to know and you to find out, that's absolute.

-Anonymous Writer.

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