Tomorrow is Your Forever
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
14
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1,722
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24
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Invitations
“Okay, I don’t mean to be rude, but if you call my special day one more time I’m going to have to pound on you a little bit.” Anko was getting frustrated as she stood on a box in the middle of a small boutique in the middle of Konoha. She felt like her reputation was getting tainted. There she was wearing the beautiful red and black kimono fighting with the seamstress over the length of her slit.
“Oh, I’m sorry Miss Mitarashi, but remember this is one of those days that…” Anko was glaring evilly at the seamstress. The seamstress smiled nervously.
“Alright, so cut the slit higher…right now it comes to the middle of my thigh…I want to show so much skin that people question rather or not I’m wearing anything underneath this bitch.” Anko said. The seamstress had cut the slit so that the train in the back flowed gracefully and freely.
“Well, um….is that really what you want? This is your wedding.” The seamstress didn’t know who she was messing with.
“Listen to me. I’m not like the other bitches that come in here all sweet, innocent, and untouched and who want to look like a fucking princess on her special fucking day. I have homemade porn that would make you question how much a woman can REALLY handle. I’ve done things to other women that would make you blush. And my idea of a good time involves sucking cock. Now, do you think I’m the kind of girl that wants to look like a princess?” The look on the seamstresses face was priceless, it made Anko grin. After that episode, the slit was immediately cut 6 inches higher.
Kakashi was supposed to get his final fitting later that day. The same seamstress was working on him as well and frankly, she was a little nervous. Mainly because he was ultra sexy and she blushed the entire time she had a hold of the silk kimono that would adorn him. But he would be late so that would give her a chance to regain composure….especially after Anko’s final fitting.
“Hey, is she sleeping?” Anko whispered as Kurenai opened the door to her house.
“Yeah, she’s been asleep for about 15 minutes.” Kurenai said stepping outside and gently closing the door behind her. “Man, I’m so glad you and I are going to the gym. I gained a total of 32 pounds during that entire pregnancy. I’m surprised Asuma still wants to see me naked.” Kurenai said. She made Anko promise her that she would get her skinny before Anko and Kakashi’s wedding.
“That’s baby weight. It will come off in no time.” Anko reassured her as they left Kurenai and Asuma’s home. “So how has parenthood been for the past 2 weeks?” Anko asked.
“You know, it’s not been as stressful as I thought it would be. Anzu only wakes up twice a night and she isn’t fussy at all. I only hope it’s not temporary. But listen, I don’t’ want to talk endlessly about my little girl. You and Kakashi are getting married. I want to talk about that.” Kurenai said.
“Well, let’s see there really isn’t that much to talk about. I mean we’ve already got all the food ordered for the reception. Our paperwork arrived in Hokage’s office last week…..I got my final alterations done, got in a fight with the seamstress, Kakashi goes to her this afternoon….that’s all.” Kurenai smiled. She knew Anko was withholding information. “What?” Anko asked suspiciously.
“Tell me about what’s underneath your kimono?” Kurenai winked. Anko smiled as if she had just won the lottery.
“I’ll tell you all about it on the treadmill.” Anko winked.
2 hours later Kakashi had completed his final fitting and was meeting Gai for dinner that night while Anko and Kurenai did their thing.
“You’re 20 minutes late.” Gai said.
“What else is new?” Kakashi said sitting down across from him.
“Good point. So does it fit?”
“Yeah….but that seamstress is really weird. Get this, I strip down to the black pants I’m going to wear for our ceremony and I’m waiting for her to bring the kimono back from the pressing room and she walks into the mirror room thing where I am and she like gasped or something…dropped the kimono and apologized as if she had just cut me with a kunai. And her hands were sweating the whole time she was making some final pin adjustments and honestly, I was nervous that she was going to stain the fabric.”
“Hmmm…it’s hard to tell. So what’s the date? You two have been engaged for 9 months and none of us have heard a date.” Gai said.
“Oh, uh….I think it’s something like April 30th.” Gai looked at Kakashi, shaking his head.
“You don’t even know the date for certain?”
“Anko and I have changed out minds 3 times…I think that’s the one we decided. I can call her and ask her; she may know. She has her cell phone with her.”
“SHE DOESN’T KNOW FOR SURE EITHER!?” Gai was beginning to get dramatic.
“Well, we’ve been wrapped up in finding a photographer so the date has been flexible up until now.” Kakashi said calmly.
“What’s so hard about finding a photographer?” Gai asked as a waitress shoved bowels of Ramen with pork in front of them.
“Gai, not all photographers view wedding photography the way Anko and I view it. I want a portrait of her that says ‘queen of the castle’ hanging in our living room. We want a portrait of us that is very…unique.” Gai eyes him suspiciously.
“You worry me sometimes.” he said not completely sure what Kakashi meant by that comment. “So are your invitations ready to be sent out?”
“Invitations? You send invitation? You’ll already be at the wedding once the rites are read. And only you, Iruka, Asuma, and Kurenai are coming to the reception. Why would you all need invitations? Oh wait, I forgot. Shizune and Hayate are coming because Anko said quote: ‘let’s invite that Shizune bitch….she owes us something nice for all advice I’ve given her on how to give the perfect blow job.’
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” Gai mumbled to himself. “Kakashi, you send invitations because then 25 years later you can look at the invitation and remember your guests and what a memorable day it was.” Gai said.
“Hmmm….yeah, yeah. That would work for some people…or….25 years from now….she and I could just watch the video tape we’re going to make after you all leave.” The look on Gai’s face was priceless. Obviously he wouldn’t be receiving an invitation in the mail.
“Oh, I’m sorry Miss Mitarashi, but remember this is one of those days that…” Anko was glaring evilly at the seamstress. The seamstress smiled nervously.
“Alright, so cut the slit higher…right now it comes to the middle of my thigh…I want to show so much skin that people question rather or not I’m wearing anything underneath this bitch.” Anko said. The seamstress had cut the slit so that the train in the back flowed gracefully and freely.
“Well, um….is that really what you want? This is your wedding.” The seamstress didn’t know who she was messing with.
“Listen to me. I’m not like the other bitches that come in here all sweet, innocent, and untouched and who want to look like a fucking princess on her special fucking day. I have homemade porn that would make you question how much a woman can REALLY handle. I’ve done things to other women that would make you blush. And my idea of a good time involves sucking cock. Now, do you think I’m the kind of girl that wants to look like a princess?” The look on the seamstresses face was priceless, it made Anko grin. After that episode, the slit was immediately cut 6 inches higher.
Kakashi was supposed to get his final fitting later that day. The same seamstress was working on him as well and frankly, she was a little nervous. Mainly because he was ultra sexy and she blushed the entire time she had a hold of the silk kimono that would adorn him. But he would be late so that would give her a chance to regain composure….especially after Anko’s final fitting.
“Hey, is she sleeping?” Anko whispered as Kurenai opened the door to her house.
“Yeah, she’s been asleep for about 15 minutes.” Kurenai said stepping outside and gently closing the door behind her. “Man, I’m so glad you and I are going to the gym. I gained a total of 32 pounds during that entire pregnancy. I’m surprised Asuma still wants to see me naked.” Kurenai said. She made Anko promise her that she would get her skinny before Anko and Kakashi’s wedding.
“That’s baby weight. It will come off in no time.” Anko reassured her as they left Kurenai and Asuma’s home. “So how has parenthood been for the past 2 weeks?” Anko asked.
“You know, it’s not been as stressful as I thought it would be. Anzu only wakes up twice a night and she isn’t fussy at all. I only hope it’s not temporary. But listen, I don’t’ want to talk endlessly about my little girl. You and Kakashi are getting married. I want to talk about that.” Kurenai said.
“Well, let’s see there really isn’t that much to talk about. I mean we’ve already got all the food ordered for the reception. Our paperwork arrived in Hokage’s office last week…..I got my final alterations done, got in a fight with the seamstress, Kakashi goes to her this afternoon….that’s all.” Kurenai smiled. She knew Anko was withholding information. “What?” Anko asked suspiciously.
“Tell me about what’s underneath your kimono?” Kurenai winked. Anko smiled as if she had just won the lottery.
“I’ll tell you all about it on the treadmill.” Anko winked.
2 hours later Kakashi had completed his final fitting and was meeting Gai for dinner that night while Anko and Kurenai did their thing.
“You’re 20 minutes late.” Gai said.
“What else is new?” Kakashi said sitting down across from him.
“Good point. So does it fit?”
“Yeah….but that seamstress is really weird. Get this, I strip down to the black pants I’m going to wear for our ceremony and I’m waiting for her to bring the kimono back from the pressing room and she walks into the mirror room thing where I am and she like gasped or something…dropped the kimono and apologized as if she had just cut me with a kunai. And her hands were sweating the whole time she was making some final pin adjustments and honestly, I was nervous that she was going to stain the fabric.”
“Hmmm…it’s hard to tell. So what’s the date? You two have been engaged for 9 months and none of us have heard a date.” Gai said.
“Oh, uh….I think it’s something like April 30th.” Gai looked at Kakashi, shaking his head.
“You don’t even know the date for certain?”
“Anko and I have changed out minds 3 times…I think that’s the one we decided. I can call her and ask her; she may know. She has her cell phone with her.”
“SHE DOESN’T KNOW FOR SURE EITHER!?” Gai was beginning to get dramatic.
“Well, we’ve been wrapped up in finding a photographer so the date has been flexible up until now.” Kakashi said calmly.
“What’s so hard about finding a photographer?” Gai asked as a waitress shoved bowels of Ramen with pork in front of them.
“Gai, not all photographers view wedding photography the way Anko and I view it. I want a portrait of her that says ‘queen of the castle’ hanging in our living room. We want a portrait of us that is very…unique.” Gai eyes him suspiciously.
“You worry me sometimes.” he said not completely sure what Kakashi meant by that comment. “So are your invitations ready to be sent out?”
“Invitations? You send invitation? You’ll already be at the wedding once the rites are read. And only you, Iruka, Asuma, and Kurenai are coming to the reception. Why would you all need invitations? Oh wait, I forgot. Shizune and Hayate are coming because Anko said quote: ‘let’s invite that Shizune bitch….she owes us something nice for all advice I’ve given her on how to give the perfect blow job.’
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” Gai mumbled to himself. “Kakashi, you send invitations because then 25 years later you can look at the invitation and remember your guests and what a memorable day it was.” Gai said.
“Hmmm….yeah, yeah. That would work for some people…or….25 years from now….she and I could just watch the video tape we’re going to make after you all leave.” The look on Gai’s face was priceless. Obviously he wouldn’t be receiving an invitation in the mail.