The Perfect Princess

summary—"Sasuke, you have seven days to find a bride, or you lose the crown." Well, this was gonna be a royal pain in the ass. SASUSAKU. AU.

disclaimer—HAHA NO.

first version; unedited.

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notes—113 REVIEWS. 68 FAVORITES. 71 FOLLOWS.

The Perfect Princess

Epilogue

Day Three Hundred Sixty-Five—

Good thing Itachi had a camera, or else this wouldn't have worked the way Sasuke had hoped. Every detail of this plan had to be perfect, because it was a year in the making, and he was not going to mess up again.

It started one year ago.

Sasuke'd woken up feeling like it was a normal day, only to find out he was given a mere week to find his wife and become the king of Konoha. His idiot cousin and brother had devised a plan to 'audition' a large group of girls, hoping to find the one that would catch the young teen's fancy. It was a total bust, and the only one that Sasuke really paid any attention to was some random girl with green eyes.

Later that day, the very same idiot cousin and brother took him to a bathhouse, where Sasuke reunited with a friend he hadn't seen in about three years, and in his attempt to catch up, completely flattened a girl who worked there, with rather familiar green eyes. The prince had tried to keep his cool, shaking off the incident and going to some restaurant with his idiot friend, cousin, and brother. There, he somehow managed to once again run into the girl, and knock down an international ambassador.

Then he got sick, which wasn't that bad, and the second he felt better the little Peanut Gallery went to a carnival. They ate, puked, played, laughed, spent money, and went to an acrobat show. Some girl sat next to him, recognized him, made a scene, and Sasuke essentially not only ruined her life, but also that of some other girl's onstage.

He asked her on a date, where things clicked. He kissed her, and felt an immediate connection. Sasuke had such a good feeling about this that he proposed the next day. She said yes.

On an escapade to buy a proper ring for this beautiful, green-eyed, pink-haired button of a girl, he saw her kissing, er, being kissed by someone else. It hurt him, yeah, but he didn't stick around to listen to the whole story, instead going up to the only other girl he could think of, and proposed to her instead.

The second before he was going to marry aforementioned girl, his little pinkette in a dirty dress (no shining armor available) showed up, confessing everything that happened and resulting in the complete shift of the entire wedding. Sasuke and Sakura didn't get married though, as they opted to wait a while and see what would happen.

Things were going good so far. They hardly fought and spent nearly every waking moment together. To some people it would seem like things were too good, but most saw that it was pure, unalduterated chemistry.

So, fifty-two weeks later Sasuke decided he was going to propose again. It had taken a careful amount of planning, eight rolls of film and the majority of his time. Now all he needed was the perfect execution.

Sasuke knocked on her door.

"Are you ready?" he asked when the pinkette opened it. She nodded, tying the last knot in her white ribbon headband.

Today, in Sasuke's opinion, Sakura looked even more stunning than usual. Her hair was left in soft, natural waves, held back by the satin headband in her hair. She was wearing a Peter Pan-collared button-up shirt the exact shade of her candy-tinted locks, and had it tucked neatly into her high-waisted white shorts.

Sakura held Sasuke's hand gently. The couple walked down the downtown area, surrounded by bustling civilians and merchants.

"Where do you want to go?"

The pinkette considered an answer. "Let's go to the park," she said, holding Sasuke's hand tighter. "It's so nice today."

Sasuke agreed silently. He led her to Senju Park, named after the family of the original founder of Konoha. It was vast and open, a few large trees offering thick shade from the August heat. Some wodden posts marked with bulls-eyes stood off to the side, peppered with holes from various weapons that Sasuke's ninjas used. They were the ultimate form of protection, only to be used with high-profile, high-risk missions.

From the corner of his eye, Sasuke spotted three familiar-looking forms lurking up in a nearby tree, holding various pictures and a few rolls of string in their hands. In order to prevent Sakura from seeing them, he directed her away to a swingset, helping her into one of the seats, although she didn't need it.

Sakura's small hands gripped the chains tightly as she swung her legs forward, propelling the swing farther and farther into the air. She threw off her dark blue sandals, continuing to elevate herself even higher. Beside her, Sasuke's swing also rose farther up with each seesaw motion. The two laughed, trying to see who could go higher. When they slowly began to descend to the ground, Sasuke flipped his swing, landing feet-first with a solid sound on the dirt.

A high, bubbly laugh escaped from Sakura's lips, as she dug her bare heels into the soft earth, stopping her and the swing.

"Sasuke-kun, it's kind of hot today." sighed the pinkette. She wiped a drop of sweat from her brow, then ran a hand through her bangs.

Taking her hand, Sasuke helped his girlfriend off the swing. Hand in hand, the couple strode over to a wooden bench, placed conveniently under a large tree. Too distracted by the calling of cool, relieving shade, Sakura failed to notice the multitudes of pictures strung from branches.

Both young adults sat on the bench, Sakura laying her head in the crook of Sasuke's shoulder, where it seemed to fit perfectly. His hands rested in her lap, fingers interlaced.

As Sakura's apple-green eyes fluttered closed in relaxation, the raven glanced up into the canopy of the tree, where Naruto, Itachi, and Shisui still hid, sitting rather comfortably among the thick branches near the top of the tree. They had been the ones to hang pictures all around the wood, carefully punching holes in the top—making sure they didn't interfere with the actual image—and threading the string through them.

Sasuke reached his arm up, plucking the photograph closest to his head off. He studied it, admiring the memory it contained. He gently nudged Sakura in the side. "Sakura."

"Mm?" moaned the rosette, turning her gaze up to the Uchiha. "What is it, Sasuke-kun?"

He showed her the picture. "Do you know where this came from?"

Sakura rubbed the sleep from her eyes, dark blonde lashes fluttering. At the sight of the photo in Sasuke's hand, she gasped. The picure was taken from his hand, Sakura staring at it in suprise.

"Sasuke-kun? How—how did you get this picture?" her vision finally cleared, and she saw the pictures hanging in the tree. "Sasuke-kun!"

The raven smirked, wrapping his arm around Sakura's waist. The pinkette's eyes began to tear up, and she threw her arms around his neck. Sasuke lifted her off the bench, somehow managing to get the nineteen year old on his shoulders. He backed away from the tree, offering a better view of the display.

Littered among the leaves and branches were pictures of Sasuke and Sakura. They ranged from kisses at the palace to Sakura playing tricks on Sasuke to the entire Uchiha group together, Sakura, Sasuke and Naruto in the center. On the lowest-hanging branches was a series of pictures, not necessarily images of the couple, but composed of words. The one farthest left was of a piece of white paper, the words 'you mean' written in black. Next to it, shards of seaglass in blue and green spelled out 'the world', and alongside it was an image of Itachi and Shisui holding two signs, one with the letter 't' and the other printed with the letter 'o'.

The one next to it was an image of Sasuke and Sakura on that same park bench, both succumbing to quiet sleep induced by spring air. 'Me' was written on the top of it, a heart encircling both of them. On the far right was the final image, of Sasuke wearing a white shirt emblazoned with 'will you marry me?" on the front. He was on bended knee, holding in his hand what appeared to be a ring.

All Sakura could do was stare in awe. She got off of Sasuke, walking closer to the spectcular bravura. Those images, amid the others, were so thoughtful, so beautiful it made her want to sob. She turned around, about to ask Sasuke just what was going on, when—

She saw him holding a ring.

"You shouldn't have." Sakura breathed, taking the ring into her hands.

Sasuke smirked. "I wanted to." he said. "Do you have an answer?"

The pinkette nodded, bouncing back to the tree and picking off the picture she'd had her eyes on. Proudly, Sakura presented it to Sasuke, and he smiled at the picture's content.

Yes.

The Perfect Princess

The End

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~IHTS (kristy)