25-May-2001
Title: Wedding Day
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (www.strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: shonen ai, sap
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possible overload of sap.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This one is dedicated to several people: to Lilias-sama for the lovely 2xR that this is a partial bribe for/consequence of more (that doesn't make much sense, but she knows what I mean... I think), to Reverend Maynard for her lovely comments and the laughs over how she calls me "Kim-maaayy" like Timmy off of South Park (with full permission!), to Babaca for making me write 1+3 in the first place, to all my little converts to 1+3 love, to Aspen for being a constant source of happiness without which Heero and Trowa would *not* be getting married, to DaMoyre for always telling me I'm wonderful and she's proud to archive me, and to Sixpence None the Richer who provided the soundtrack to the writing of this in the form of the Japanese version of "Kiss Me" which I recommend that you all go download if you ever remotely liked the English version. *deep breath* Here we go. (Oh! Thanks also to Kwycksylver for the idea for the tuxes, and the constant replies.... in fact, thanks to everyone who has replied to these. You make me feel so special. I love you all!) Enjoy!
Okay, gotta have one more thanks... to http://boymeetsboy.keenspace.com which is an entirely addictive comic about two gay guys with an active sex life that kept me from finishing this last night like I meant to. But, I hope you don't mind since that ended up making it a bit longer.
A soft breeze blew across the buttercups, black orchids, and baby's breath that bloomed from shallow pots in the center of every table surrounding the small gazebo where Heero stood, attired in the white tuxedo that had accidentally been ordered when he and Trowa had asked for tuxedos that differed in color, neglecting to mention that they had originally planned on black. The mishap was easily handled. Trowa fell in love all over again at the sight of Heero in white. The reverend stood at the center of the happy white gazebo, book opened to the correct page, holding it in place with one hand as the soft breeze continued to blow.
Heero took a deep and clasped his hands in front of him. Now was not the time to be getting nervous. He'd been nervous all day. Everything but his tuxedo had come through exactly as they'd asked for, even the flower arrangements which he didn't remember writing down. He hadn't seen Trowa since that morning. Trowa had spent the morning picking everyone up from the airport (and leading the several busloads of people to Relena's estate), then Catherine had taken him out for brunch and for a talk. She was acting as Trowa's maid of honor. Duo was Heero's best man and had attempted to get Heero away from the estate for a little while, but Heero had refused. He felt that he needed to oversee everything and make sure that Trowa would be happy with it. Quatre was attending his pregnant wife during the ceremony, and couldn't exactly be a part of it, and Wufei was acting as flower girl. He'd been indignant when Trowa had asked him, but now he took on the duty as he did anything else: with utter seriousness and a sense of pride.
Turning away from the reverend, Heero stared out at the assembled people. Every Manguanac had found their way there, as had all but one of Quatre's sisters and their families. Many of the members of Trowa and Catherine's former circus troupe were in attendance. Sally was keeping watch over the children she had so happily borne of Wufei, and Relena and Dorothy were chatting amiably at the back of the confusion, smiling grandly. Heero smiled. Rather than force everyone into pews for the wedding, they'd simply set up tables so that the reception could be held in the same area.
Heero looked down at the small bit of baby's breath that adorned his suit, and smiled. He looked up again when he heard the music starting. He swallowed and began to take deep breaths. A circus tent had been erected in Relena's backyard by the members of the circus troupe as a place for the members of the wedding party to enter through the chaos. As Heero looked on, Wufei strode from between the folds, and began tossing flower blossoms upon the ground, laying the path for the wedding party to walk along.
Duo ran out after him, passing Wufei and running up to Heero's side. "Hey, sorry, dude. I forgot I was supposed to be up here." Heero blinked. He'd forgotten that Duo was supposed to be there, as well.
The folds of the tent began to part again and Heero took in a deep breath, holding it. Trowa passed through, elegant and undemanding. He stepped in time with the wedding march that played on the organ that had been set up by the gazebo. Catherine emerged a few steps later, already wiping at her eyes and smiling grandly.
Wufei finally reached the gazebo and took his place off to one side. Trowa continued to walk forward, a small smile growing on his face as he glimpsed Heero. Smiling back, Heero almost didn't here the creak that the gazebo made. But, he *did* hear and immediately pulled the reverend from the center out onto the grass, just making it in time for the roof of the gazebo to crash down, landing on Heero's foot. Heero winced, but pulled himself away. He stood gingerly on his uninjured foot and examined his tuxedo for grass stains. Happy there there weren't any, he helped the preacher to his feet and nodded for things to continue. Trowa was already to the collasped gazebo, having begun to run as soon as Heero set into motion. Catherine took her final steps and positioned herself at Trowa's side.
Trowa stood at Heero's side, beaming. He whispered to his almost-husband, "You okay?" Heero gently grasped his hand and nodded in response. They kept constant eye contact and missed a majority of the reverend's words. When they finally tuned back in, all they heard was, "Is there anyone here who objects to this union? Speak now, or forever hold your peace." Heero held his breath as the reverend's eyes searched the large crowd. Finally, he smiled and turned his view back to Heero and Trowa.
Gesturing to Heero, he began. "Please, repeat after me. Trowa Barton..."
Heero, eyes glimmering, repeated. "Trowa Barton." His voice was filled with awe.
"It is my intention to be your best friend."
Heero smiled, focused on the love of his life. "It is my intention to be your best friend."
"To respect and support you."
Trowa grinned back. Heero continued. "To respect and support you."
"To be patient with you."
An unguarded smile lit up his face. "To be patient with you."
"To work together will you to achieve those things that are important to us."
Heero gently stroked Trowa's hand with his thumb. "To work together to achieve those things that are important to us."
"To accept you unconditionally."
He grasped Trowa's own hand in his own. "To accept you unconditionally."
"And to share life with you throughout the years."
"And to..." Heero stumbled on his words, choked with emotion. He took a deep breath and finished his vows. "And to share life with you throughout the years."
The reverend proceeded to turn to Trowa, but Trowa held up a hand. "Heero Yuy, it is my intention to be your best friend, to respect and support you, to be patient with you, to work together with you to achieve those things that are important to us, to accept you unconditionally, and to share life with you throughout the years." He smiled, his eyes shining in the light of the day.
Smiling graciously, the reverend bowed his head. "We will now have the presentation of the rings."
Heero dug around in his pockets, but didn't feel the ring he had so carefully placed there that morning. He felt someone tapping him on the shoulder and he turned. Duo was standing there, holding a pillow with both rings on it, held in place with two stiches of thin white thread. Smiling, Heero grasped the correct ring and pulled it off the pillow, presenting it. At the reverend's cue, he said his line. "With this ring, I pledge to thee all that I am as well as my love, unconditional, forever." Trowa held out his hand, fingers shaking ever so slightly. They stilled at Heero's touch, and he gasped in a breath when Heero began to slide the ring onto his finger. The cool metal tickled at his skin, but tingled when it hit the base of his finger. Heero grasped Trowa's hand and gently lowered his lips to the ring, softly kissing it.
Trowa grinned and grasped his own ring for Heero off of the soft, white satin pillow, the platinum gleaming in the sunlight. "With this ring, I pledge to thee my very being, my love, and everything I might ever lay claim to, of which you are the only thing I need keep." Heero's hand flew to his mouth to stifle the cry of happiness that rose to his lips. He held out his other hand and allowed Trowa to slide the ring down his finger, returning the gesture of kissing it softly as further profession of his love.
They clasped hands and turned to the reverend. The man smiled slightly. "By the power vested in me by the Earth Sphere Colony Alliance, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now seal you vows with a kiss."
Just then, the air cracked with thunder, followed shortly by a streak of lightning. Rain began to fall, sending most of the wedding party members running for the tent. A majority of the guests followed, the last few yelling their congratulations to Heero and Trowa before running for their cars.
Trowa looked up at the sky in annoyance, his nose wrinkling as a drop of rain hit his eye. "I wish it hadn't begun to rain."
Heero brought a single finger to Trowa's lips and silenced him. The rain continued to fall, and Trowa felt the soft, cool presence on his skin, but disregarded it as Heero leaned in slowly, pressing against him lip to lip. Trowa melted into the kiss, no longer caring that the the rain was falling. He wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and stroked his hair with one hand, the other one trailing down Heero's back. When they pulled apart, Trowa smiled. "Do you realize that we're really lucky?"
"I knew that." Heero brushed a chaste kiss across Trowa's lips. "We have each other."
Trowa grinned. "Well, that, too. But, we don't have in-laws. We have supportive friends. But, most importantly, we have each other. I love you, Heero Yuy."
Heero grinned back. "And I love you, Trowa..." He paused in his words and pressed another kiss to Trowa's lips. "Yuy."
Trowa drew in a breath and tugged Heero close. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."
"Mission accomplished."
Laughing, Trowa began to sway back and forth, still embracing Heero. In a burst of energy, he grabbed Heero around the waist and swung him around. When he touched the ground again, Trowa attacked him in a kiss. "Want to go to the reception real quick, then get a move on for Iceland? I think there's a bed with our name on it."
Tackling Trowa to the ground, Heero plaufully growled. "Who needs a bed? It's going to be a long plane ride. I forgot to bring a magazine."
Trowa grinned. "You can read me instead."
Helping Trowa up, Heero began to lead him toward the circus tent, favoring his uninjured foot. "Well, see, reading wasn't quite what I had in mind..."
They passed through the improptu doors of the tent and were greeted by catcalls and congratulations. The remainder of the day passed in happiness, both men awash in the beauty of being newlyweds.
Owari. ^__~
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