We Got Married
by Diana-san

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Summary: "Happy birthday dear. Here's your new husband."

Author's Note: So this was just a little sideline story that came into my head one day. I just wanted to post it up for fun.

How my life got turned upside down because I decided to answer my phone for once

My life was the typical average Joe's life. Boring, to say the very least.

I get up, go to work, come home, and then go to sleep. Somewhere in between all that, I find time to eat although rarely do I ever cook. My life was not the best nor was it the worst. It was simply put, just plain average. I wasn't rich but I wasn't poor either. I had a steady job as a waitress which allowed me enough money to cover food and rent. Even though I was living paycheck to paycheck, my life was going along swimmingly and I couldn't be any happier.

However, my boring life did not last long. Otherwise, I wouldn't be telling this story.

It all started with a single phone call from my mother. She was just checking in with me and doing the usual motherly advice about how I needed to find a boyfriend and give her a grandson to hold before she died of old age.I tuned her out for the most part, seeing as she did call me at five in the morning when most normal people would be sleeping.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, my mother was making plans with me to have lunch for this got my attention. I sat upright from my position and blinked in the darkness.

"Mom, did I hear you correctly? Did you say you wanted to take me out to lunch?"

"Of course, honey," was the reply I received from the other end of the phone.

I raised my eyebrow in suspicion. Judging from her tone of voice, she was arguably very chipper and sincere about for someone calling at five in the morning.

But my mother? She wants to do lunch? Impossible.

From what I gathered in my whole twenty years of living, my mother had never wanted to go anywhere to eat. Not for breakfast, lunch, or even dinner. And most certainly not for anything else in between. You could say my mother was one of those uptight people. Stingy is more like it. Her life motto may just well be, "Why spend extra money to eat someplace else when you could be eating in the comforts of your own home?"

Plainly said, my mother just did not like spending any more money than she has to. And with restaurants, well, don't get me started on my mother and her rants on paying a 15 to 20 percent tip. I personally disagree with her. After all, I am a waitress. Tips are my friends.

But who am I to argue with my mother? Like her, I inherited her stubbornness.

So this brings me back to my mother deciding to invite me out to lunch. A bit suspicious you would think, right?

Ever since I moved out of my parents' place to live on my own, she had never bothered to invite me out to the time I went off to college until now, I could count about two years of non-invites.

It would always be "Come back home and we'll eat a nice meal. I made you your favorite chicken pot pie." And I don't even like chicken pot since it was the store-bought kind that you could just pop into a microwave and heat it up. But that's beside the point. Anyways, so back to the invite to lunch.

At that time, I didn't question it. No, what hit me back then was that that very day she called, it was my birthday.

My mother told me to dress nicely and even wear a little make up to show off that "beautiful face of yours". To me, this might have just been my mother finally coming out of her shell and deciding to spend a little extra money on her only daughter.

Because it wasn't just any birthday. It was my twenty-first birthday.

That should be an even extra important occasion because that's when I finally become an adult. I can now legally do things. Not that I would. But the fact that I could is a plus.

So, I accepted my mother's invitation. And thinking nothing more on the subject, we said our good byes and I hung up before returning to gain back what hours of sleep I could possibly get.

When I finally woke up the second time around, the clock screamed out to me that it was near nine. I promptly threw the clock out the window. It looked like I'll be needing a new clock for my birthday this time around.

Grudgingly, I sat up in bed with a zombie look on my face. My mother had told me that the restaurant reservations were for noon. She followed up by emphasizing that it was 'on the dot' as if I was going to be late.

Never had I been late before. Except maybe that one time when there was a horrible traffic hold up because some lady decided she lost her cat somewhere on the street and then went searching for it on foot. But other than that, I always arrive early or promptly on time.

So I got out of bed and forced myself to look in the bathroom mirror. I half screamed at the sight.I was a complete mess and my hair was just about sticking up in every direction it can possibly go. I quickly ran my fingers through it to flatten out that mess and hopefully regain some dignity in my "rolling out of bed" look.

Imagine if I had a husband. Oh, the horror. I would be scared to wake up to the sight of myself every morning.

But alas, a husband would be unimaginable seeing as I am currently very, very single.

Giving up on the hair, I decided to just take a nice long shower and get my hair wet enough to comb through. It worked and I felt refreshed and rejuvenated.I smiled as I wiped the condensation away from the mirror and stared back at my reflection.

My pink tresses curled slightly from the wet moisture in the air as they slipped past my shoulders and stopped just before my chest level. My green eyes peered back at me and I checked to see if there were any bags under my eyes. There wasn't. I sighed, please that I was presentable to the living world.

I wrapped myself in a towel as I stepped out of my bathroom. I made my way to my closet and grimaced at the mess inside and the contents inside.

"Jeans, jeans, jeans….and more jeans," I noted. Geez. Was there anything in my closet that wasn't jeans?

And then I saw it. My prom dress.

"Well, I definitely can't wear that to anyplace anymore," I muttered.

I was just about to give up when I saw it again.

This time it wasn't a prom dress.

Behind the stunning blue evening gown that I wore to my senior prom was a spaghetti-strapped spring print was not too elegant that I couldn't wear it to a casual luncheon but it was not too simple that it wouldn't fall under "nicely dressed". It was just perfect.

I remembered wearing it for a college party thrown during spring break. I had went shopping and found the dress on sale and bought it without thinking about it twice. I sighed happily and hugged it. It was a relief to not have to look any further down my small, cramped closet for an alternative outfit.

I tried it on and was relieved again the second time that it fitted still. I knew all the sit-ups I did were useful for something.

I sat down on a chair and opened up my box of make up. It was even messier than my closet.I poked around the box hoping to find something that wasn't expired or in a gothic color. The one thing that could be deemed useable was a lip gloss from last month which I got during a birthday party for the girl I was babysitting that week.

I really need to get out more…

After ten minutes of gazing at the mirror, I was ready. Hair in place, lips glossed up, and dress still fits. This is all for just my mother?

I got up and slung my purse over my shoulder.

Maybe I do need to get out more…or find a boyfriend.

I should be careful for what I wish for.

For once, life decided to listen to me. Instead of a boyfriend, life decided to hand me my very own husband.

One who I have never met in my entire life.

Oh boy. Welcome to my world.

My name is Haruno Sakura and this is my story.