Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Always A Secret ❯ Seeing White ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Three
Seeing White

Disclaimer: Not mine; Never will be

After a lot of coaxing and pleas, Sakura finally got her mother out of the house to go to the fittings.
“You’ll enjoy it mother! You’ll get to try on beautiful dresses. It’ll be like you wedding day all over again!”
Iruka smiled a strained smile, patting her daughter’s hand.
“What was your special day like Mrs. Haruno? Was your husband all jittery?” asked Itachi, though it seemed he couldn’t have been more uninterested.
“He was a tower of control, as always. He was smiling at me; his little mouse he’d say. We were wed in a small chapel with all of my friends there. I wanted a small wedding, a small ring; a small everything!”
Sasuke smirked, “I wish to lavish my darling with a dream wedding; anything her heart desires.”
Sakura blushed, “You flatter me my love.”
Sasuke kissed her hand, “I never flatter.”
Itachi rolled his eyes and led the way into the boutique. There, Narumi sat waiting, talking with another teen who came in with another party.
“Narumi….”
Narumi froze immediately, her friendly smile dying rapidly upon her face.“Yes?”
They locked eyes, a vague expression Iruka’s and nothing in Narumi’s.
“I’m glad you came. Where did you go last night?”
Narumi’s expression didn’t change, “Gaara’s. I was so out of it, I was lucky her came along.”
Iruka’s mouth twitched, but she said nothing. Narumi saw the twitch and looked away.
“I sense much tension. You ladies wouldn’t still be simmering or that spat you had the other day, would you?”
Narumi glared at him, blue fire in her eyes, “You have know idea how deep this runs. Mind your own fucking business.”
Itachi smiled, “Ooo, someone’s not too cheerful today.”
“You were enjoying it Mr. Richbrat! Why don’t we do whatever we have to do so I can get out of here.”
Narumi plodded off into the endless sea of white, leaving behind mortified women and intrigued gentlemen.
“Sweet girl. And I agree! Let’s get this underway, shall we?” Sasuke clapped his hands, signaling a consultant, “We’re here for the final fittings of the Bridal party.”
“Oh, of course Mr. Uchiha! Right this way! I hope you didn’t have to wait too long!”
The group was ushered into a small room where Sakura’s dress and the bridal party gowns were hung with care.
“Who would you like to start with first?”
Sakura stepped up, “I’ll get mine out of the way. Then we’ll have my mother and my sister will be last.”
“Wonderful! Shall we begin?”
“Sasuke, I don’t want you to see me in my dress! Go!”
Sasuke smiled and kissed his betrothed’s hand, “As you wish. I’ll be next door, trying on my tux; see you later.”
“I’ll go look for the young miss. Have to consultant send for us when her dress is ready for fitting. I doubt the girl will come because I told her to.”
“You’re probably right. Go and keep her company!”
Itachi bowed and made to leave the room.
“Oh, Itachi!”
He turned to see a reproachful look in her green eyes, “Good conversation! I don’t want you touching on anything that might upset her!”
Itachi smirked before leaving, “Of course.”

Narumi looked the dresses in wonder. The white dress was a symbol of all good and pure in the bride. The very symbol of the wedding phenomena.
To how a little lace could drive a girl crazy.
“Admiring the scenery?”
Narumi didn’t look at him, “Sakura is trying on her dress. You probably agreed to go fetch me. Typical.”
“You don’t waste time.”
“Go find someone else to piss off. I’ve got my own problems without you interfering.”
Itachi, smiling an odd, plastic smile, took hold of Narumi’s wrist and brought her into an embrace. Narumi tried to pry him off, but he wouldn’t budge.
“My you are a stubborn thing! What’s wrong with a little affection?”
“Get off me you pervert!”
“Ah…..a virgin……I get it….”
“Get off! Help! Aaah!”
Itachi squeezed her hard, “Hush now…..This wouldn’t be so difficult if you weren’t so difficult. We’re about to be family Narumi, it’s about time we acted like it.”

Sakura twirled in front of the three-way mirror, her skirts billowing out in waves of white silk.
“Isn’t it beautiful Mother? My dress is perfect!”
Sakura insisted on looking at the dress at all angles, long after Iruka’s fitting was nearly done.
She decided on a plain pale pink dress with a long top coat.
“Yes darling, it is beautiful. You are beautiful.”
“You are too Mother! I do wish Papa were here! He would be so proud!”
The memory stabbed Iruka in the heart, but she maintained her smile. Kakashi hadn’t been back in days; she was worried about the state of their relationship and how it had gone to the dogs. She tried calling him on his cell, but it went straight to voicemail. She smiled at her daughter so brightly, but on the inside, she was ailing. She needed to know that it wasn’t over between them. She needed to know that everything would be okay. She needed to know that he still loved her.
“Sakura….?”
“Yes mother?” Sakura was busy tweaking her veil, “What is it?”
“Well…..I want you to always put your husband first. I don’t mean, give up your life and dreams, I mean love and cherish him for the rest of your life. Don’t bring anything in the mix that shouldn’t be there, okay?”
Sakura looked back at her mother briefly before tuning back to the mirror.
“Of course Mother. But are you saying this also because dad hasn’t been back?”
There was that pain again.
Iruka began to don her street clothes, “Something like that. I just don’t want you making mistakes.”
“I think that should be said to Narumi.”
“Narumi blows up over every little thing I say.”
“Only because you bait her and drag her through the mud. She and I are both teenagers. We both have done some crazy things, cut her some slack.”
“It’s slacking off that causes the real damage.”
“We all learn at our own pace, let Narumi learn at hers. Would you go send for my sister now?’ she turned to one of the consultants, who rushed away, then turned back to Iruka, “Do you want your daughter to hate you because she thinks you see her as inadequate?”
Iruka’s eyes hardened, “Not you too Sakura!”
“You know you test her time and time again. It’s like you’re punishing her Mother. What did she do that was so wrong?”

“I don’t want anything to do with you!”
“You are going to act civilized and accept it…….or do I have to get physical with you?”
Narumi stiffened; she didn’t like the sound of that.
Itachi squeezed her to get her attention, “I’m glad we understand each other.”
He then sat down and forced her to sit on his lap. She was like a doll now, unfeeling; unmoving.
“You know Narumi, you are a very attractive girl. Your hair is of the finest blonde…….your eyes like the ocean……your skin like peach in the sun. You do not possess the frail beauty that your sister does, but a unique rebel beauty I’ve never seen in a blonde before.”
“If you’re hitting on me, save it. You’re not my type.”
“Really? Many women would leap at the chance to land a rich bachelor. Women aren’t picky when it comes to money you see. The man can be an old troll or a serial killer, but the women only see the money; pathetic.”
Narumi looked at him with hateful eyes, “However, this man also wishes to grab one of these oh so desperate creatures for his own enjoyment. He is not only pathetic; he is filthy pedophile who is no better than the dirt he stands upon.”
Itachi smiled, though it looked like a glower, and shoved Narumi onto the floor.
“How quaint…….little girl though you are, you will be taught a woman’s lesson soon enough. I am fond of your antics, but trust me when I say you will soon wish some other talent to have.”
“I fear nothing nor do I harbor any regrets. You do not frighten me.”
With a smirk this time, Itachi held Narumi’s face so she would look directly into his eyes. In the light, they looked as though they were of a deep, deep red.
“I do not? Then I am lacking.”
Itachi leaned close to her, as if ready to give a kiss. Narumi struggled briefly, stopping when his fingers bit into the skin of her face.
“We’ll have you now Ms. Haruno.”
Itachi immediately straightened up and left Narumi on the floor. Stunned for a second, Narumi lied there until the voice repeated the statement. Cursing the day she was born, she got up and followed the lady into a small room, where she was immediately pulling into a dress.
“Hold still now Ms. Haruno, I wouldn’t want to stick you.”
“Go ahead, maybe I’ll feel my body again.”
Iruka grimaced while Sakura blushed from embarrassment.
“You’ll look simply exquisite! I’m afraid you might even outshine the bride.”
“Narumi was never that pretty a girl, I would go filling her head with air. That’s simply not healthy.”
“Mother!” Sakura looked at her in surprise.
Narumi never turned to her direction, “I get that from you mother.”
Iruka’s cheeks were stained a deep scarlet.
“Narumi….”
“I won’t apologize is that’s what you’re hoping for. I will be civil today, but don’t expect me to be gracious outside of here.”
Narumi’s fitting was quite and tense. She did like the strapless pale pink she wore with the pale green sash around her waist. She didn’t have the beauty Sakura had, but it was enough.
“I believe that is it for today. You shall come tomorrow to pick them up! Congratulations on your wedding day!”
The group waved goodbye to consultant as the exited the building, breathing a sigh of relief that that hurdle was jumped.
“A very good accomplishment indeed! Shall I treat you all to dinner to celebrate?”
Narumi got out her cell phone, “Pass, I’ve going over to Gaara’s.”
“You will do nothing of the sort-”
“And what will you do to stop me? You tried to stop Papa from going, see what happened there?”
“That is a wonderful idea!” Sasuke walked out of the shop, a string of thank-yous following him out, “To new beginnings and the uniting of families.”
Sakura clung onto Sasuke, “That would be nice. Wouldn’t it be nice Narumi?”
Narumi heard the plea in her sister’s voice and came undone. She couldn’t handle her sister’s disappointment, always wanting to please her at her own expense.
“Fine then.” Narumi put away her phone, “But we have to make this quick, “I have my recital in a few days time; I should be training more for that.”
Sakura clapped her hands, “Good!”
“go home and get yourself all pretty , then be ready for us to pick you up around eight.” Itachi winked at Narumi, “Promise to behave?”
Narumi gave him the finger.