Headcanon: Sasuke daydreams whenever he reads Naruto's wedding invitation
Title: I’ll Make It a Reality
He observed the wedding invitation in his only hand for the hundredth time as he sat to rest his back against a rock. He had got the invitation the month prior, which was delivered via summoning through one of Naruto’s frogs. Sasuke was impressed by the blonde’s determination, and he will forever not be amazed at the goof’s tracking skills. He sent a summoning of his own, one of his many hawks, a few days after getting the invitation, letting Naruto know he wouldn’t be able to make it.
It was very extravagant he would admit. The card itself was white, and was covered with patterns of orange, and purple glittered flowers. On the cover was a photo of Naruto in causal wear with that same grin he use to absolutely hate as a child, it’s still obnoxious, he quickly thought. His left hand was placed on the Hyuga that Sasuke remembered from his academy years. She had a gentle smile, and was wearing a light purple sun dress.
Sasuke then quickly scanned the heading of the card, and opened it. The first thing that appeared in his line of vision was his name in large golden letterings, printed in a unique, classical style. Darting his eyes to the left side of the opened card, the date and time of the wedding, including the destination was shown. Looking over the description, he shifted his gaze to his name once more, and just before he was about to close the card, he squinted his eyes at what appeared to be misplaced markings randomly placed on the upper right portion above his name. It was tilted at an angle just above the letter “K” of his first name. It was the same golden color as the other letters. He lifted the card up, and brought it closer to his face. Suddenly, his eye twitched, how could he have missed that.
Teme
Sasuke couldn’t find it in himself to be angry, he only snorted instead. He roughly closed the card.
He was genuinely happy for Naruto. Sasuke smirked. It’s about time that guy finally noticed that weird Hyuga girl. She was so obvious, he mused to himself. As he scanned over the eye blinding, sparkling golden heading that read, “You are Invited to the Wedding of Naruto Uzumaki, and Hinata Hyuga”, his small smirk slowly faded into a thin, tight line.
His thoughts suddenly unconsciously traveled to someone that would occasionally from time to time, slip into his head.
A certain pink haired female.
The most breath taking emerald eyes glistened and widened out of shock. Her thin delicate eyebrows, the same color as her tresses, rose up as her lips parted slightly. Her cheeks had become the shade of that of a rose.
That was the last time he had seen her, an image that would forever be stuck in his head, before he had went his separate ways from Konoha for the second time.
He slightly parted his lips in deep thought, and absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb across the textured wordings. Too occupied being inside of his head, he went into a trance, mismatched eyes losing focus as he went into his daze.
"……I wonder…," he thoughtlessly, softly muttered. His eyes softened unknowingly.
*SCRRRREEEECCHH!!!*
Immediately, Sasuke was yanked back into reality at the familiar sound as he quickly stood up, and shoved the invitation inside his chest guard underneath his onyx colored cloak. He raised up his right arm, and a brownish colored hawk with strikingly orange markings, landed gracefully.
Sharingan activated, he was able to gather intel from his hawk summoning’s eyes, and dismissed it when he had gathered as much information it could discover on its mission.
Deciding that his break was over, he silently continued on his way.
I’ll be back. Wait for me…..Sakura, he thought to himself, for what seemed to be an infinite number of times. He never took the time to count anymore after quite some time.
The blonde’s wedding invitation always stirred up strong new emotions, well they weren’t necessarily that new, but they grew stronger at a rapid pace in a such a short amount of time, making his heart swell each time. But, it was never something negative.