Author's notes: (maybe not so long this time!) ^_^

Category: Shounenai, shoujoai hints, and buckets full of *sap* (doncha just love it, though?).

This is part of my "Touya and Yukito arc" stories. This one comes about four months after the end of "Utagau." You can find "Utagau" as well as other fics in the series at:
http://www.touyaxyukito.com/fanfics2.htm or Utagau specifically at http://www.touyaxyukito.com/utagau.txt

Warnings: Het. Specifically Sakura+Syaoran, Kaho+Eriol and Fujitaka+Nadesiko. I feel compelled to follow canon... -_-

Hugs and many thanks to my beta reader, Zoisite no Miko!! ^_^

C&C welcome and appreciated. I can be reached at andrea.doolan@utoronto.ca

Cardcaptor Sakura is copyright CLAMP, Kodansha, and NEP21. CLAMP is god.

Wow, they were short! Wai! ^_^v

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"Kekkon shiyou"
(Marry me)
By: Andrea Doolan
Rated: PG-13
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"Aaaa~!! Kawaii desu wa, Sakura-chan!" Daidouji Tomoyo, heir to a toy company fortune, and 2nd year student at Seijou High School stood behind her ever-present video camera, taking various shots of her best friend, Kinomoto Sakura.

Sakura sweatdropped. "Hoe... Ho...hontou?"

Tomoyo momentarily took the camera away from her eye, and stared at the object of her affection while holding one hand to her face and developing stars in her eyes. "Hontou desu wa," she said firmly. "Sakura-chan always looks so cute and wonderful! But this outfit," Tomoyo was now looking at her friend and blushing slightly, "it looks so perfect on you."

Sakura looked down at what she was wearing. It was a white dress, more like a gown, held in place by silk spaghetti straps. The gown had a form-fitting, low back bodice that flared out just above her waist. The skirt was mostly crinoline with some flowers - peach blossoms - carefully sewn throughout it. The outfit was completed with white high-healed shoes and her hair pulled back in peach blossom barrettes. She smiled at Tomoyo, who had resumed her filming.

"Just remember, Tomoyo-chan, try to get pictures of people besides me....after all, you *are* videoing the *wedding*." Tomoyo looked up and smiled.

~*~*~*~*~

Sakura and Syaoran stood together at the doors to the Tokyo International Hotel and Convention Centre's marriage chapel. Both looked nervous beyond belief, and both were blushing profusely.

"Syaoran-kun..." Sakura managed to get out, but all of a sudden Vivaldi's "Four Seasons - Spring" started, their cue to enter the chapel. As the large doors opened, they were greeted by about 50 people sitting in pews to either side of an aisle lavishly decorated with white ribbon and more peach blossoms, which seemed to be the theme of the wedding.

They started walking down the aisle, smiling and greeting the guests as they went. As they neared the front, Sakura saw her great- grandfather sitting proudly with Daidouji Sonomi, and other members of her "lost" family on her mother's side. She smiled widely at her "ojiisan."

Tomoyo was set up in a corner of the chapel, her camera on a tripod. She smiled at Sakura, who happily smiled back. Meiling was with her, helping with the equipment, even though she didn't know very much about cameras. She gave a huge wave to the couple as they passed, making both Syaoran and Sakura sweatdrop.

When they arrived at the front, each went to opposite sides of the raised platform, Sakura going right, and Syaoran going left. Both stood there for a few moments just looking at each other, their blushes still present, but they were smiling shyly as well.

The music then hit a high point, indicating the arrival of the two special people coming together to form a bond of love and devotion. The large doors again opened revealing two handsome young men of about twenty-four. Both were wearing matching white tuxedos with black bow ties and black vests, the same attire Syaoran was wearing. Both carried with them a single white rose; they were said to represent the truest and deepest love.

Yukito thought about how good it was to see all of his and To-ya's old friends; some they hadn't seen in a few years. Hiiragizawa Kaho and Eriol were sitting next to each other, Kaho giving him a big thumbs up and Eriol smiling. Nakuru sat waving near them, "her" arm linked with a man who looked like he had been long in suffering.

Touya scanned the room looking for someone he knew to be there. Sensing warmth near his father, he turned to see the beautiful form of his mother floating beside Fujitaka. She glowed brightly, and smiled warmly at Touya, sending her love to them both. Touya could only smile, his eyes glistening.

Kinomoto Fujitaka looked like the proudest man alive. He didn't need to say anything: he just gave Touya a significant look; one of joy, understanding, and love. Touya nodded in response, smiling in spite of himself.

When they reached the front, they took their positions: Yukito in front of Sakura and Touya in front of Syaoran. Syaoran had been shocked out of his skull when Touya had asked him to be his best man. All these years, he was sure Touya had hated him for endangering his sister, protecting her, and especially for being her boyfriend. Touya explained to him, though, that if he *really* didn't want Syaoran dating his sister, he would have killed him a long time ago. This made Syaoran smile. He also admitted that he actually trusted Syaoran, something that surprised the young Chinese man to no end. In preparing for the wedding, they actually became good friends.

Sakura was less shocked when Yukito asked her to be his "best women," as he put it, but no less honoured. She immensely enjoyed all the wedding preparations, sometimes indulging in a fantasy about her own wedding. This always left her blushing a deep red but left no doubt in her mind who it was she wanted to marry. It was the same person she had exchanged stuffed bears with all those years ago.

The minister stood facing the guests, and started the proceedings. "Friends, family, we are gathered here today to join these two men, Kinomoto Touya and Tukisiro Yukito in holy matrimony..."

As he went on with the official words, Touya was getting more and more nervous. He wasn't sure why exactly...he knew he loved Yukito, and that Yukito loved him deeply. He also knew he wanted to marry Yukito more than he wanted to do anything else in his whole life. Then why was he so nervous? Just then Yukito squeezed the one hand he had been holding. He looked into Yukito's eyes and saw concern and love. They silently asked him if he was okay. At that moment, all of Touya's nervousness was completely erased. His demeanour must have changed, because Yukito's eyes held relief.

It was time for the vows to begin. Both Touya and Yukito had decided to write their own vows to make the experience more personal. Yukito began fist.

"To-ya...I don't know if I can even express how much I love you. I love everything about you, your protective nature, your devotion to your family, your willingness to unquestionably love...without even knowing the full truth about someone, and even your stubborn, jealous side." He said the last part with a wink, eliciting some laughter from the guests and a smile from his soul mate. "I vow my life and soul to you. I will do everything in my power to protect you, to love you unconditionally, to be with you through every trial and tribulation throughout our lives. I vow to be true to you and always remain by your side. I will always love you. Aishiteru, itsumademo."

Tears threatened to fall from Yukito's eyes, and he had no reason to hold them back. They represented his pure, unwavering joy.

Yukito turned and retrieved a wedding band from Sakura, who was also crying. He smiled kindly at the girl he had come to think of as his sister. She smiled back through her tears of joy. The band was plain silver, but it was the inscription that was important. Both had inscribed something on their partner's ring without telling what it said. Yukito now read his aloud:

"Forever." Then he slipped the ring onto Touya's left ring finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

Touya took a deep breath, preparing himself for his speech to come. He stared lovingly down at his life partner, love showing clearly in his eyes. "Yuki. From the moment I saw you I knew I loved you. You were like a light that appeared in my life. You helped bring me out of the dark...you led me towards your light. You completed me. There's no other word for it. You complete me in a way no other has. We learn from our differences, and take comfort in our similarities. You are the other half of my soul; you are my life. I vow to love you, to help take you to life's high points, and be there through all the low ones. I vow to be the best husband to you and the best father to our children. I vow to always be with you. I vow my life to you. Everything I am is yours. Aishiteru, zutto."

By this time Touya was getting more than a little misty-eyed. A few tears escaped his royal blue eyes, making little dark spots on his white tuxedo collar. He took the waiting wedding band from Syaoran who he nodded to in friendship. He then read his inscription. "Inochi to Kokoro." With that, he slid the ring onto Yukito's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

The priest then said his last lines. "With the power of Japan vested in me, I now declare you husband and husband. You may now kiss to seal your vows."

And kiss they did...for just a smidgen longer than normally acceptable at a wedding. After they pulled apart, loud clapping filled the room. Yukito and Touya turned to their respective best people and handed them their white roses. A bit surprised, Syaoran and Sakura were brought together by Touya and Yukito, and joined hands. The message was clear: they were a couple thought by Yukito and Touya to also represent the truest and deepest love. Sakura and Syaoran were blushing profusely, but thanked the two men.

The two newly married men walked down the aisle laughing and smiling as their guests threw uncooked rice gently at them. The wedding so far had been fabulous, and the reception that followed promised to be wonderful as well.

~*~*~*~*~

"Minasan!!" cried a high-pitched, but not entirely unpleasant voice into a microphone. "It is now my pleasure to introduce Kinomoto Touya-san and Kinomoto Yukito-san!" Loud clapping and cheers could be heard as Touya and Yukito walked into the reception hall hand in hand. Like most of the hotels in Tokyo, the reception halls were just down the hall from the marriage chapel. For a lot of people, this stage was more important than the actual ceremony itself.

Yukito and Touya walked up to the head table and took their seats at the centre in between Sakura and Syaoran on one side and Fujutaka on the other.

Nakuru then resumed "her" duty as MC for the evening. She wasn't the first person they had in mind for the MC. In fact, they had a hard time deciding whom to pick, and Nakuru hadn't really occurred to them. The decision happened on a whim, when Nakuru decided to call the couple when she was still in England. She wanted to be the MC desperately, listing to Touya and Yukito all the qualities that would make her perfect for the job. Each on separate phones for the conversation, they shrugged to each other, and then acquiesced, sending Nakuru into orbit with joy. They now knew it wasn't a bad decision. Nakuru was wonderful at her job.

"I've been told there won't be many speeches, so don't worry! You'll get to eat soon!" The room chuckled at this. Most had been to wedding where the speeches took up an hour of the allotted two hour reception timeslot. Touya and Yukito were doing many things differently, though. The gift was optional, and only recommended at 10,000 yen. There was an open buffet instead of a conventional sit-down dinner. And the ceremony was both preformed and organized differently. Luckily, everything seemed to be working.

"May I now introduce Kinomoto Fujitaka-san, Touya-san's father." Touya was used to "-kun" coming from Nakuru, but knew it was only because of the formality of the occasion.

Fujitaka stood from his seat and took the mic from Nakuru. "Thank you, everyone for coming and making the day so special. I'd like to tell you a little story about Touya-kun...

"He was six years old, so it was before Sakura-san came into this world. I happened by the patio door, which led to the backyard. Touya-kun was outside with his mother, Nadesiko-san, helping her plant the spring flowers. He turned to her, and asked if she would marry him when he grew up. Nadesiko-san was a little surprised, but smiled gently at him. She said of course she would marry him, but also said that I might be a little jealous. Touya-kun looked at her seriously. He wanted to be with her all the time and protect her. She took him into an embrace and told him that he didn't have to be married to her to be with her all the time. She gently explained to him that the love he would feel towards the person he married would be a different kind of love than the love he felt for her. He looked confused, so she continued. She said that when he did get married, it would be to someone special, someone who would fill in all the little holes in his life. It would be to someone he loved so deeply he would do anything to be with that person. She also promised that no matter what, she would always be with him. He looked very happy about this, and went back to his gardening. She then seemed to notice my presence at the window. She smiled the most brilliant smile at me, and it was then that I knew what she said was true."

Looking at the couple, Fujitaka said, "Touya-kun, I never doubted that you would find that someone who would complete your life. I wish you both all the best, and I want you to know that I'm very proud of you."

Touya caught the tears at the edges of his father's eyes. He smiled. He had never forgotten that conversation with his mother. It was one of the reasons he wasn't completely destroyed when his mother died. Most in the audience didn't know just how true the story was. Touya looked beside his father, and sure enough, there was his mother, smiling at him just like the day they had that conversation.

As Nakuru was introducing the next speaker, Yukito squeezed Touya's hand under the table. They didn't show any outwards sign of the contact, but both understood what it meant: it was their silent sign of saying, "I love you."

Sakura was the next to speak. She looked very nervous, but was an excellent speaker, showing her enthusiasm with hand gestures and the expressions on her face. One could tell she was very happy for the couple, her emotions getting the better of her when she cried asking Yukito to take care of her brother.

Syaoran controlled his emotions much more than Sakura, but was no less happy for the couple. He conveyed his best wishes, and even got a laugh out of the audience when he explained his futile affections for the grey haired man when he was younger.

Syaoran's speech was the last; when he finished, Nakuru instructed everyone to help him or herself to the food and have a great time. Normally, after family and friends spoke, superiors at work would then get their turn. Going along with the unusual nature of the wedding thus far, both men's bosses didn't give speeches. Both because it was often thought as the most boring part of the wedding, and, because of the recent move back to Tokyo, their bosses didn't know them that well anyway.

Now mingling with the guests, Touya and Yukito were into a long conversation with Touya's great-grandfather about the merits of certain investment companies. He was explaining that one could never be too young before one started investing. As much as they both respected the old man, he was boring them to death, though they tried to look interested, and nodded when it seemed appropriate. Just when he was switching topics to mutual funds vs. GICs, Kaho interrupted them.

"I'm sorry for intruding, but the caterer needs to speak with you both."

Looking grateful at Kaho's obvious lie, both men excused themselves, and walked over to a relatively secluded table. The first thing Kaho did was to give both men friendly hugs.

"Arigatou, Kaho-san," said Yukito. "I thought we'd never get away."

She smiled at them. "So, when are you two going to start a family?" Both men turned red at this. "Come on, you had to expect me to ask after what To-ya said in his vows." Her eyes twinkled with unconcealed mirth.

Yukito laughed. "Well, you probably won't be the first to ask that question tonight. I think we gave everyone a little surprise."

"I'll say," she said jokingly.

Touya looked a little nervous and rubbed the back of his neck. "Aa..." He held Yukito's gaze. "We were thinking soon. I've already been inquiring at adoption agencies... They said we'd have to wait at least a year. Just so they know we're committed to our marriage, apparently."

"I don't think that will be a problem." Kaho smiled a genuine smile at them. It was true, she really couldn't think of the couple ever being apart. It seemed like they would always be sort of perpetual newlyweds. After all, the love they shared didn't seem to be dying down at all after nine years. "Thought of any baby names yet?"

Touya groaned, but Yukito answered immediately. "Sakura if it's a girl, and Touya if it's a boy." He smiled sweetly.

Touya held his face in his hands. "Oi..."

Kaho laughed at all this. "What, I don't see anything wrong with that."

"One kaijuu is enough..." He glanced over at Sakura, who was in another part of the room, trying desperately to keep Kero-chan and Suppi-chan in her purse and away from the food. Touya sighed. Trying to change the subject with some grace, he asked, "I still can't believe we weren't invited to your wedding..."

"To-ya, really... You know it was just a small ceremony. Nothing flashy like all of this." She accented the thought by waving her arm at the elaborately decorated reception hall. White and silver balloons were everywhere; along with glittering stars hanging from the ceiling, and fresh peach blossom arrangements as table centrepieces. It really was spectacular.

"That was all Sakura's fault. If I had my way, the ceremony would be just as small as yours. Then a tiny reception at the house..."

Yukito broke in. "At least we didn't go with her first idea..."

"Which was mostly Tomoyo's doing anyway..." Kaho looked more than a little curious, so Touya explained. "Orchestra...ice sculptures...horse and carriage...fireworks... And I can't even remember what else."

"Doves. And a magician," added Yukito. "But we're very pleased with the way it turned out." Touya nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it is lovely, *Kinomoto-san*," she said, pointedly looking at Yukito.

He flushed. "Well, I, um... 'Tukisiro' was a false name to begin with...and I've felt like I've been a part of the Kinomoto family for a long time, so it felt natural to take the name."

"Kaho..."

All three looked up to see a man, about 6'1", standing above them. He had very pale skin, and soft black hair pulled back into a sophisticated ponytail, with wisps of bangs hanging down his forehead. His black tuxedo with its shiny dark purple vest and bow tie looked stunning on him. He smiled down at the group.

Yukito was stunned beyond belief. He said the first thing that sprang to mind. "Ku...Clow..." Then went red with embarressment and corrected himself. "Sumimasen, Eriol-kun."

The man nodded. "Yue."

Touya narrowed his eyes. "Hiiragizawa." He put his arm around his new husband and squeezed his shoulder.

Kaho looked at the three men in her midst and couldn't help but break out laughing. They looked at her expectantly. When she regained control of herself, she said, "You three are just hilarious. I swear, you could cut the tension with a knife, for goodness sake." She sighed. "I think we all know of our pasts. Yes, we may have been with different people then, but what's in the past is in the past. Let's leave old grudges where they belong. Agreed?"

Three pairs of eyes blinked. Kaho had a way of sayings things that left no room for argument. The men nodded.

"Good. Now that we have that out of the way, we haven't seen each other for over six years, and I believe we have a lot of catching up to do..."

With that, they settled into a pleasant conversation.

~*~*~*~*~

"Daidouji-san..."

Tomoyo had a video camera set up on a tripod in a corner of the reception hall. She was zooming in on Sakura and Syaoran having a conversation. She put a hand to her cheek and gave a satisfied sigh as something Syaoran said made Sakura blush, Tomoyo catching it with an even closer close-up. "Hai, Meiling-chan?"

The other girl sighed. "I know you're happy for Kinomoto-san. But I just can't understand how you can be so happy about her being with Syaoran. Her happiness is your happiness...sure...but don't you deserve something better than that? You can live your whole life loving one person, but if that person doesn't love you back...what's the point?"

Tomoyo turned off her camera, as nothing of importance was going on at the moment. She sighed, and then looked at Meiling. "Her loving me back isn't the point. Sakura-chan's happiness *is* my happiness. Seeing her happy is the only thing important to me."

Meiling persisted. "Don't you want to be loved?"

Tomoyo stared at her.

"Can't you still be happy for Kinomoto-san, even love her, but still have someone yourself?"

Tomoyo shook her head.

Meiling continued quietly, "You don't have to end up like your mother." Meiling was prepared for any number of things at this moment. Being hit was at the top of her list. She also expected Tomoyo to maybe run away, shout at her, get angry with her...anything but want she was doing. Tomoyo was crying. Not in hysterics, but crying softly. Meiling's heart fell. She cradled Tomoyo her arms, whispering words of apology.

~*~*~*~*~

The guests gathered around the wedding cake at the head table. The cake looked like it was right out of a bridal magazine. It had three circular layers, each layer progressively smaller towards the top, and sitting on the layer beneath it. There were two white plastic staircases 180 degrees from each other, and leading from the bottom layer to the top. Two little plastic men in white tuxedos stood at the top under a white plastic arch. The edges of the cake were elaborately decorated in icing renditions of peach blossoms; each blossom nestled tightly beside another, with bits of green icing stems poking through.

It almost looked too beautiful to eat, and certainly too beautiful to cut up. But, that's what pictures and videos were for. Yukito and Touya, each with a hand on the long knife, cut two pieces of cake.

To smash or not to smash, that was the question on Yukito's mind as he tried to feed a piece to his beloved. Touya apparently had the same idea, striking first, and leaving Yukito with white cake and icing smeared across his face. Yukito quickly retaliated, leaving Touya's face a white mess. All the guests laughed, joined wholeheartedly by the two men. After cleaning up a bit (with more than a few naughty thoughts involving licking), they began serving cake to all their guests.

~*~*~*~*~

Nakuru enthusiastically announced that the first dance would begin. The dance floor was to one side of the big room, big enough for about twenty couples to dance on, but small enough as to not overwhelm the whole room. The lights had been dimmed considerably, and specks of light from the hanging disco ball gave the room a magical atmosphere. As the music started, Touya took Yukito's hand and led him onto the dance floor. The guests stood at the edge, watching.

After about a minute of companionable silence slowly dancing to "Light of Love," Yukito looked up at Touya. His husband was staring off into space, his lips pressed into a fine line, and his eyebrows knitted together in thought. For his part, Yukito had been hanging his head slightly, his own faraway look in his eyes. Yukito sighed. He had to break the silence.

"To-ya..."

Without looking down, Touya replied, "Aa?"

Yukito bit his lip, trying to conceal his anger. He said in hushed tones, "You've trusted me this long, To-ya. Why you stopped on our *wedding* day I'll never understand." He had to fight to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Touya looked down, stunned. He didn't think he had ever heard Yukito that angry, at least, not directed at him. "But I do trust you..."

"Then why did you act so coldly towards Eriol-kun?" The past, it seems, wasn't so easily forgotten.

"Well, I..."

"He's not Clow. And I'm not Yue. At least, not the old Yue. And even if I was, I love you."

Touya could hear the edge of hurt in the young man's voice, though he knew their conversation was too quiet to be heard by the guests. He felt so stupid. Had he forgotten his vows so quickly? 'I vow to be the best husband...' "Wakatta. He just looked so much like him." Well, he *was* part of him. "And then the little exchange between you two..." Touya rested his chin on Yukito soft hair. "I was jealous. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." All traces of bitterness were gone from Yukito's voice. He buried his face in the crook of Touya's neck.

"No, it's not. He didn't even have to say anything. All I could think of was how you were mine and not his and damn him for having you in the past and...." he trailed off. "I'm such an idiot. I think I was more jealous of Clow than I was afraid Eriol was going to take you away from me."

Yukito smiled into Touya's neck. Typical Touya. "I understand. A small part of me still gets jealous of Kaho-san sometimes." The look on Touya's face was enough to make him laugh. "After all, she had you before me." He winked up at his husband.

He smiled, and practically whispered into his husband's ear, "Not the way you have me, though. I love you."

Yukito shivered a little at the intimate contact. "Love you, too." He inclined his head a little, and met Touya's lips with his own. After a few moments, the clapping brought them back to reality. They stopped dancing, realising the song was over and that everyone was looking at them. Both turned a bright shade of red. Nakuru, thankfully, interrupted the awkward moment, encouraging the guests to have fun and dance.

~*~*~*~*~

"Sakura..."

The young woman of 17 turned around at the sound of her name. She had changed out of her earlier gown, and was now wearing a simple but elegant lavender long-sleeved dress that flowed down to her knees. To oironaoshi was customary, Touya and Yukito having changed into more informal attire as well.

"Hai, oniichan?" she said smiling at him.

"Kore." He tossed a package her way, hands shoved in his pockets, and looking anywhere but at her. Sakura opened the small package carefully, as to not damage the gorgeous gold wrapping paper and silver bow. She gave a startled cry when she saw the contents of the box, and happily flung herself into her brother's arms.

"Arigatou, oniichan!! Arigatou!"

Touya smiled lovingly down at his sister. "Aa." He knew Sakura has always loved that particular possession of their mother's. It was a pin, one made of silver, representing a single beautiful long-stemmed rose. It was the only thing their father could offer their mother as an engagement present, with him just a newly hired high school teacher. Fujitaka knew it wasn't the rich extravagance Nadesiko was used to, but she had accepted it gratefully, never once thinking any less of him for not being able to offer her a "proper ring." She was dead set against replacing it with a ring once he made enough money. She thought the pin was the truest representation of their love, and wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.

Sakura remembered her mother wearing it every single day, and always thought it was the most special thing in the whole world. She was beyond happiness. "Arigatou, okaasan..." she whispered.

~*~*~*~*~

Everyone was gathered outside the hotel, saying their last goodbyes before they had to leave. Dusk had settled on the town of Tomoeda, making the sky a gorgeous purple and pink colour, and enveloping everything in a warm glow. A limousine waited to take Yukito and Touya back to their apartment. Or so they thought...

"Oniichan, Yukito-san!" called Sakura.

"Hai, Sakura-chan?"

Sakura looked around at her friends and family, smiling. "We have something to give you." She handed an envelope to a smiling, but surprised Yukito. He opened it, and stared at it in disbelief. Touya, looking over the grey haired man's shoulder, had a similar reaction.

"This can't....no...." stammered Yukito.

Sakura just smiled. "Un!"

"It's from all of us," said Kaho, walking up to the two men.

Touya looked around at everyone. His father, Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, Meiling, Kaho, Eriol, Nakuru... He glanced at his husband, giving him a lopsided grin.

"I can't believe you gave us a trip for two weeks to Paris..."

"I know you were planning on going in a few months, but we wanted to give you your honeymoon now," said his father.

"When do we leave?" asked Yukito, wide-eyed.

"Now!" cheered Sakura

"*Now*!?!?" said the two surprised men.

"Un!"

"But what about luggage?"

"It's in the limo!"

"What about work? We can't just..."

Touya's boss coughed into his hand. "They've already cleared this with both of us," he said, indicating himself and the principal of Yukito's school.

"Sonna..." Yukito smiled happily. "Arigatou, minna."

Both men gave everyone a hug, promising to send postcards and bring back souvenirs. They got into the black limo decorated with pink and white pompoms and streamers, and a "Just Married" sign on the back. They waved out the windows until the hotel was no longer in sight.

Yukito smiled a wide smile at his husband. "Paris..."

"The city of lights..."

"And the most romantic city in the world..."

"Yet somehow I doubt we'll be seeing a lot of it..."

Yukito laughed and swatted his husband. "To-ya!"

"What?" He looked hungrily at the other man. "I want to spend everyday re-memorizing every part of you," he said, tracing Yukito's jaw with his index finger.

Yukito closed his eyes at the contact. "Well, in that case..." He encircled the other man's neck with his arms, bringing their bodies even closer together. "Let's hope they have 24 hour room service..."

"Oi..."

"Mmmm..." Yukito closed the fraction of distance between them, and slid his tongue into his husband's mouth, tightening his grip even more. Touya responded in kind, holding onto the other man's waist, and deepening the kiss. He was never going to let go.

Ever.

~*~*~*~*~

owari! ^_^

Um, yeah, sap, sap and more sap. ^^;;; Just some random stuff:

Did I trick you at the beginning? ^_^v

I think actually white roses mean purity. *shrug* I got the "truest and deepest love" from another fanfic. I just had to use it. ^_^

Is it possible to foreshadow a fic that you haven't written yet, and that will take place chronologically before the fic the foreshadowing is in? o.o;;

Yes, Kaho and Eriol got married when Eriol was 16. What? ^^ That so totally would have happened in the actual manga. Just look at _Nijuu Mensou ni Onegai!!_ (which I recommend regardless; it's a cute manga ^_^). Utako and Akira get married when Utako is 16 (and Akira is 20).

Hmm...is "Tukisiro" any more false than "Kinomoto" would be? Oh well. *tangent*Trowa Winner...*swoon* */tangent* :P

I took some major liberties with Japanese weddings. ^^; Some of it I did research, but other things I filled in with western wedding traditions. ^^;

"Oironaoshi" just means to change clothes during a wedding. Usually the bride will change two or three times. If you've seen Wedding Peach, you know what I mean. ^_~

And, obviously, I've made gay marriages and adoptions just peachy keen with the Japanese government. What a wonderful world it would be...*sigh* I'll sort of be using this in different ways for future parts.

Completed: 2001 nen 09 gatsu 04 nichi


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