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Eternal

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Eternal

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August 1, 2010

An hour before sunset, Konoha's largest park, packed beyond capacity, hosted the . Individuals from worldwide watched with bated breath as the most anticipated wedding the of shinobi world commenced.

A dashing groom stood proud and straight, garbed in a deeply tanned suit emphasized and made unique by it warm orange undertone; starchily pressed and fitted, the sharp get-up highlighted the confidence in his broad shoulders and the pride brimming in his chest.

Naruto was stationed beneath an elaborate arch. Large, rectangular, draped in pearly white silken cloth, its hard edges and sides twined with healthy forest vines and vibrant blooming flora ranging in various hues of orange and finished off in strip lights, it was more beautiful than he thought it would be.

The catalog truly hadn't done it justice.

He was glad his one solo choice hadn't gone awry.

Not that it mattered. Not today of all days. Not on the day that he was getting married.

Naruto swallowed, resisting the urge to run impatient fingers through his freshly styled hair. His locks were as tamed as they were going to get, slicked back and stiff with hair spray and he needed them to stay that way at least until the reception.

Waiting had never been one of his strengths, that truth had never been more prominent than this now. His whole body was vibrating restless energy, anticipation a living, breathing presence in his orbit.

He wanted to see her, his blushing bride.

He wanted her beside him tying her life to his at this very moment.

He was ready, he was eager, he was mentally, emotionally, physically prepared to become the husband of the only woman he would ever love in any life that his soul existed.

He swept the crowd for a distraction, finding more than one in the vast sea of people. His precious people and many others stared back at him, those he loved, those that loved him, those that knew him, those that knew of him. Their own Daimyo and others of his ilk, Kages from every elemental nation, leaders from far smaller territories. People he had helped in his childhood, those he'd saved as he grew from boy to man, those who's lives he'd changed with naught more than a smile, a kind word, or a retelling of his feats and accomplishments.

An ocean filling Konoha's park to overflowing and even still, there were some faces missing. Faces he'd never see again, never again in this lifetime and it hurt him.

It hurt him to have Iruka standing in his father's place.

It hurt him not to see his mother's fiery red hair blazing brighter than sunlight.

It hurt him not to hear the harsh smack of a hopelessly perverted toad sage trying his luck with the female guests.

It hurt him to know the Hyuuga's prodigy wouldn't be the groomsman walking his bridesmaid teammate down the aisle.

There were many, many missing people that hurt him as he took inventory of those in attendance, even so, he still had a smile for those in the afterlife. Those he'd tell all about his wedding day when they finally met again, when there was time to talk and laugh, reminisce and love.

For now, until that time, he would commit every minute, every second of this event to his memory.

A choirs of coos and adoration brought his emotional blue orbs back to the aisle.