But, well, it isn't as if you'd had much of a dating period in the first place. Something that should be felt on a first date, maybe, and not on your wedding day. Your heart feels full, with nerves and anxiety, but with the pull of something new, the excitement of potential. Sake is poured and offered in respect to those gathered twice more, and then after hushed and practiced and unoriginal vows murmured between the pair of you, Kakashi slips a ring on your finger and you slide its twin onto his. Your hands don't tremble as you return the dish to the altar, feeling only the slightest guilt that you barely even hear the prayers and blessings the priest offers. Raising it in a toast to the gathered guests, eyes slipping shut, you ignore the thunder in your heart as you bring it to your mouth. When you turn your body back towards him his mask is firmly in place, and you smile encouragingly as the sake passes from his hands to yours. Kakashi offers the shallow dish to you, your gaze drawn to his hand in your periphery. (He notices, because of course he does though he tries to ignore the sudden warmth in his chest at the sign of respecting his privacy.) He moves to pull down his mask to drink, and you make the effort to turn your head away before the fabric is removed. " Kakashi nods at the priest, shrugging his shoulders as he takes the offered dish of sake. "And waste everyone's time? There's still a whole dinner waiting for us after this, too."
Your instinctive smile is bright, as you bring a hand to your mouth to cover your soft laughter. "Not too late to run away," he whispers to you, earning a glare from the priest who presides over the ceremony. He looks beautiful, as you knew he would, and you can only hope you don't look dull in comparison.Īs though sensing your thoughts, Kakashi tilts his head to meet your gaze, eye-smiling. He still wears his mask, but the formal montsuki brings out the pale of his hair, painting a lovely picture of black and silver.
You peak over at Kakashi where he kneels at your side, biting down gently on your lower lip. A small part of you is grateful, though, that it's only a small room that is barely half-filled. You'd have thought the Hokage's wedding would be a grand affair, with half the village in attendance - Kakashi is a hero, his name known the world over.
The room is blanketed by expectation, though there are plenty of smiles regardless. A handful of friends -enough to count on two hands, with fingers to spare- and several Konoha officials and council members.