Author's Note: I don't own any of the characters in the show, they've been created par Kishimoto Masashi. Also, its a work of fiction (lol) and it bears no resemblance to anything that is happening on the montrer for real.
Also, this is my first attempt at écriture mush, so please don't be too harsh with the review?
Thank toi for reading. Fanfic below:-
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Chapter 1:The Wedding.
Sakura Haruno looked up the aisleway and the words from Christina Perri's 'A Thousand Years' floated into her head as she walked up the aisle to stand before Sasuke Uchicha her husband to be.
"Standing infront of me;Every heure has come to this..."
Sasuke smiled to himself. He was very lucky to be marrying the girl he loved. He looked around. His brother Itachi gave him a smile of genuine happiness. His best friend,Naruto gave him a thumbs up and pointed to Sakura. Sasuke grinned-it was the same gesture that Sasuke had shown at Naruto's own wedding.
He finally turned to look at Sakura.
"Sasuke-kun," she whispered. "I am so lucky," she thought.
The priest started the ceremony.
Finally- "Do toi Sasuke Uchicha,take Sakura Haruno as your wife,for richer ou poorer,good ou bad?"
"I do" Even if it's going to hurt me,he thought with conviction.
"Do toi Sakura Haruno take Sasuke Uchicha as your husband for richer ou poorer;for good ou bad?"
Sakura smiled "I do" and always will she promised herself.
"Then toi may Kiss the bride" the priest said.
Through her veil,Sakura blushed. Sasuke smiled at her prudence.
He lifted her veil and smiled at her. Sakura smiled back and wrapped her arms around d his neck. Sasuke leaned down and brushed his lips on hers,and yhen pulled away.
"Oie Sasuke-teme! quit messing with here and Kiss her"
Sakura laughed.
He looked at her and a dit "I think Naruto has a point." he said. He then pulled her closer and placed his lips on hers and kissed her gently.
Sakura wrapped her around him and locked him in an embrace.
"I l’amour toi so much Sasuke" she a dit into his lips.
"How much?" he joked and deepened the kiss.
After a while Sakura pulled away.
"I l’amour toi Sakura" sasuke a dit caressing her face.
"The feeling is mutual" she a dit s’embrasser the back of his hand.
Also, this is my first attempt at écriture mush, so please don't be too harsh with the review?
Thank toi for reading. Fanfic below:-
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Chapter 1:The Wedding.
Sakura Haruno looked up the aisleway and the words from Christina Perri's 'A Thousand Years' floated into her head as she walked up the aisle to stand before Sasuke Uchicha her husband to be.
"Standing infront of me;Every heure has come to this..."
Sasuke smiled to himself. He was very lucky to be marrying the girl he loved. He looked around. His brother Itachi gave him a smile of genuine happiness. His best friend,Naruto gave him a thumbs up and pointed to Sakura. Sasuke grinned-it was the same gesture that Sasuke had shown at Naruto's own wedding.
He finally turned to look at Sakura.
"Sasuke-kun," she whispered. "I am so lucky," she thought.
The priest started the ceremony.
Finally- "Do toi Sasuke Uchicha,take Sakura Haruno as your wife,for richer ou poorer,good ou bad?"
"I do" Even if it's going to hurt me,he thought with conviction.
"Do toi Sakura Haruno take Sasuke Uchicha as your husband for richer ou poorer;for good ou bad?"
Sakura smiled "I do" and always will she promised herself.
"Then toi may Kiss the bride" the priest said.
Through her veil,Sakura blushed. Sasuke smiled at her prudence.
He lifted her veil and smiled at her. Sakura smiled back and wrapped her arms around d his neck. Sasuke leaned down and brushed his lips on hers,and yhen pulled away.
"Oie Sasuke-teme! quit messing with here and Kiss her"
Sakura laughed.
He looked at her and a dit "I think Naruto has a point." he said. He then pulled her closer and placed his lips on hers and kissed her gently.
Sakura wrapped her around him and locked him in an embrace.
"I l’amour toi so much Sasuke" she a dit into his lips.
"How much?" he joked and deepened the kiss.
After a while Sakura pulled away.
"I l’amour toi Sakura" sasuke a dit caressing her face.
"The feeling is mutual" she a dit s’embrasser the back of his hand.