Shino Gets Married
As far as I heard, Uzumaki Naruto got married to Haruno Sakura this morning and currently they were celebrating their new marriage. Everybody certainly was getting married these days.
And I was no exception.
But our wedding was nothing like the Uchiha one that had occurred last year. People didn't celebrate our anniversary along with us as a special occasion.
It was a small wedding. In fact, I'd hardly even call it a wedding.
It took place in a tiny, plain building with only three other people in the entire room. My father, her mother and a judge.
"I hope you're fully aware of what you're doing." I said to her before we entered. "No one has ever married into the Aburame family without countless hardships and then eventually leaving it."
"I know what I'm doing." Said Tsuma. "If you're the only guy in this world who's worthy of NOT being hated then I guess you're the only guy I can marry."
I couldn't argue with that logic.
Actually, it had all been her mother, Kokyuu's, idea. One day, when Tsuma was upstairs getting changed, I was downstairs alone with Kokyuu and, as usual, she felt it necessary to start a conversation.
"You know, you're ALL she ever talks about." She said, talking about Tsuma of course.
"Um. Okay." I said, my usual response to everything she said, especially when it had something to do with Tsuma.
"And, as much as the both of your deny it, I can see that you're more than just friends."
"She's a girl and she's a friend. But she's not a girlfriend." I said, feeling as though I may have said that a little too often.
Kokyuu would always smile and then go about her business, leaving me to let her words fester inside of me in silent wonder.
"Shino…" she said in her playful tone.
I turned my head slightly, waiting for her response.
"Why don't you just marry her?"
And that's when Tsuma came down the stairs.
That was about two weeks before I proposed to her. It was nothing extravagant and I certainly am not the romantic type. It was more of a…well, it's difficult to explain. It was more of a spur of the moment thing that I look back on and wonder if I should have done it.
She was brushing her hair. I was sitting on her bed behind her, smoothing the folds in the blankets.
She looked at me in the mirror and turned around.
"What are you doing?" she said in a slightly accusing tone.
I stopped. "Smoothing the folds in the blankets." I answered bluntly.
"Oh." She said, putting the brush down.
"Tsuma, I've been thinking a lot lately." I began.
"Good." Said Tsuma. "I'm glad to hear that."
I frowned. She was ruining the "mood". "Have you ever wondered that maybe we're more than just friends?" I asked her.
"What do you mean?" Tsuma said. "You love me?"
I didn't say anything for a little while.
"Do you?" she said.
I didn't know what to say.
"Just ask." She said.
"Ask what?" I said, looking up.
"Your question." She replied.
I stood up. "All right." I said. "Tsuma, do you want to marry me?"
My father did not condemn it nor commend it. He, as usual, kept his silent demeanor. I think the idea of me getting married made him feel old, especially since my mother had still neglected to return from the mission I knew she would eventually come home from.
Tsuma wasn't even wearing a dress at her own wedding.
The judge read from a book for a moment, acknowledged the witnesses and then nodded at us.
"Congratulations, I now pronounce you husband and wife." Said the judge.
Then he looked at me.
"You may kiss the bride."
I didn't move. Neither did Tsuma.
The judge just kept staring at us.
He said I MAY kiss the bride. He didn't say that I HAD to.
"You may kiss the bride." He repeated.
"I heard you the first time." I said.
"Okay…" he said slowly. "Well, I guess we're done here then."
He turned his back to us and walked away. Tsuma and I then went towards our respective parents who were there.
"Congratulations, Tsuma!" said Kokyuu as she hugged… my wife. "I always knew you had it in you!"
"Mom, please." Tsuma said, backing away from her. "I hate hugs."
"And you hate me, I know!" said Kokyuu as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. "But you can't blame me for being happy for you!"
Tsuma let out a loud sigh and looked at me.
"We should go now." I said as I walked towards the door. Tsuma followed after me.
I couldn't believe I had just taken fifteen minutes out of my day to get married. It cost virtually nothing and we had to make no arrangements, send out no invitations or deal with ten thousand people we didn't even know. Though, I did feel a little bad that I hadn't invited Kiba or Hinata…I mean, they had invited me to their wedding. And it had been there that Tsuma had first told me that she loved me.
"I don't hate all people."
I looked at her. This was different from what she had told me previous. I think the music was playing too loudly or something.
"Yes you do." I corrected her, figuring she was just doing something to mess with my head since she hated me so much.
"Shino, you're different from other guys." She said.
"People tell me that all the time."
"But seriously…" she said.
"Does that make you hate me even more?" I asked her, not really knowing what to expect.
"Shino, I think I may hate you so much…" Tsuma said. But she didn't sound done.
"You hate everyone so much." I finished for her.
"I may hate you so much that I think I love you." She said.
At that point, I didn't know what to say.
After all these years of her telling me that she hated me, she just out of nowhere told me the opposite.
"Hate me so much that you love me?" I asked her, not fully understanding the logic of such an outrageous statement.
"Shino, you're so weird." She said.
I felt confused at the moment, not knowing what to say.
Me, Aburame Shino, confused?
"Why do you think I came to this party?" she asked. "There are so many people here and I hate them all."
I stood up from my chair.
"Where are you going?" she asked me, looking up at me.
"Over there." I told her, pointing vaguely in a random direction as I walked away.
I guess I never even told Kiba and Hinata that I was getting married.
Oh well, they'll get over it.
If I ever tell them.
"What now?" said Tsuma.
"Let's go home." Tsuma said.
She and I went to the place my father and her mother had gotten together and paid for. It was a small little house in the Aburame section of Konoha near where I lived. I didn't care that I was living close to my father, but it still felt a little weird to be in a different house as him.
Even though I had been in this house before and been living in it with Tsuma for the past few months, it somehow felt like it was our first time.
I walked in the house and went inside. After a moment's pause, I suddenly realized that Tsuma was still standing outside.
"Well?" she said.
"Well what?" I asked.
"Aren't you going to carry your bride across the threshold?"
I stared at her.
She glared back and walked in the house on her own.
She went to the kitchen table and picked up a box that was wrapped in red paper with a big pink bow. She let out a sigh as she pulled the bow off. "It's from my mom." She said.
"I figured it wasn't from my dad." I said.
Tsuma took the paper off to reveal a small box. She opened up the box and stared at its contents for a moment.
"What is it?" I asked, walking over.
"It's nothing." She said, swiping the box away and turning her back to me so I couldn't see.
I waited for her to decide that I had a right to see it.
But she came to no such conclusion and instead put the top back on the box and dropped it on the table.
"Don't open that." She instructed.
"Okay." I said with a shrug. I wasn't all THAT curious about what was inside.
"Well, now that we're a married couple, what should we do?" Tsuma said.
I was a little hungry.
"I don't know." I said.
She picked up a remote control and turned the television on. "Let's watch television." She said.
I sat down on the couch. I had no objections. I had nothing else to do today.
I was only sitting for a few seconds before Tsuma suddenly came up and sat down next to me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye but it didn't appear as though she was going to correct her actions any time soon so I cleared my throat and moved over a little bit.
In response, she moved closer to me.
Now she was even closer than she had originally been.
So I moved over a little more.
She moved over a little more.
I slowly slinked myself down to the floor, leaning up against the couch.
She didn't move for a few moments. I had finally outsmarted her.
Without warning, she plopped herself down next to me.
It was finally time to say something.
"Tsuma, what are you doing?" I asked.
"We're married." She said. "We should sit next to each other now."
"We don't HAVE to." I said.
"Right." She said. "Just like you didn't have to kiss me."
"Yeah." I said.
"Now we're married, Shino." Said Tsuma.
"And?" I said.
She frowned. "Now I know why I hate you so much." She said, standing up and walking away.
I didn't let it bother me.
I just turned off the television. It was so loud and I liked it being quiet. The only time it was ever on was when Tsuma wanted to watch it and since Tsuma wasn't here, it didn't need to be on.
I sat in that room by myself staring at the black screen for a while before I finally felt motivated to stand up and figure out what was inside the box Kokyuu had left on our table.
Even though Tsuma had told me not to look inside, it really was a present for both of us. Besides, if she didn't want me to look at it THAT BADLY then she wouldn't have left it out on the table where it was easily accessible if she were to ever leave the area.
I stood up and quietly made my way across the room towards the box.
I slipped the lid off easily and moved some tissue paper to the side.
There was a small folded piece of cloth hidden within the tissue paper. I picked it up and let it unfold.
It was a small set of pajamas, blue.
And when I say small, I mean really really small. As in baby sized.
It didn't take long for me to piece together what exactly a pair of blue baby sized pajamas was doing in our house minutes after we had gotten married.
What did Kokyuu have in mind? She knew there was no baby in the house. We all knew there was no baby in the house.
At least…I think there's no baby in the house.
"Tsuma." I said in a slightly elevated voice.
"What?" she replied. I turned around to see that she was standing in the doorway.
"Is there a baby in the house?" I asked.
"No." she said. "There's no baby in the house."
Well. At least there's no baby in the house.