N/A the summary was mixed,okay? the first scentence was by shakespeare 'Love is my Sin' sonnet 142, second line is 'She walks In beauty' by Lord Byron and last is 'Reason to Smile' by Lendl Ian Servillon. This is a 3shot explaining in Ichigo, Rukia and Orihime's point of view. And this is sorta IchiOri yes? Augh. I dont like her, but she makes everything complicated.

Ichigo paced around the grand dressing room of the church, anxious of the event befalling him as thousands of thoughts ran through his head. Beads of sweat was falling rapidly from his brow and every now and then he looked at the clock as if expecting it to move.

Renji shook his head, "Martin, son, you exaggerate."

Ichigo rolled my eyes, unimpressed. "Shut up. Let's see how you handled your wedding day." He stopped and shuddered realizing what he had said, "Hold up, did you just call me 'son' and who's Martin?"

Renji grinned proudly, "Yup! I saw it in the that movie Tatsuki made me watch. She tells me its human tradition."

Ichigo looked at him in a deadpanned manner. The said girl probably was laughing her head off when he wasn't looking. Poor lad. "I pity you, seriously."

He looked at him confusedly, eyebrows arched to its highest. "What? What'd I say?"

The doors where wide open before he could answer revealing a young man dressed all too formally in a tuxedo. His black hair was gelled back and not single strand was missplaced, his clothes were neatly ironed and his hands he wore gloves. Ishida pushed back his glasses, all too aware what was going through the two men's brains.

The said two men exchanged looks. Their eyes started to water as the laughter bubbled in the pitt of the stomach rising, bursting to get out. They couldn't hold it any longer, they laughed loudly and as obnoxiously, overexaggerating it for an effect.

The stoic man rolled his eyes at the groom and his best man. "If your going to laugh, laugh at this; Ichigo's dad nearly set the curtains on fire. Luckily though, it was quickly fixed but the damage isn't that modest." Silence graced the room, for Ichigo's part was pure dread. Ishida smirked, "Wasn't that funny? Especially how you look so doomed Ichigo."

Realizing he had been tricked, Ichigo scowled at him fiercely, ignoring the fact that he was one of his closest comrades. Renji stepped in between them, fearing that he might get blamed for not being able to stop them both. "Woah! Dudes! The weddings about to start okay? Chillax."

Ishida relented figuring that after all, it was the idiots wedding. "It's starting in just a couple of minutes. I got sent here to check."

They both nodded and stood up and briskly left the room.

His hands sweated as he waited for his bride. He felt nauseous as the guests watched him squirm at their expectant looks. The quote of Grace Hansen rang in the back of his head as he shuffled his feet, 'A wedding is like a funeral except you get to smell your own flowers.' Now that, was definitely true in this wedding.

The music started, he straightened up and his eyes carefully watched the church doors. Hoping, just a bit, that what Ishida had said was true. No such luck.

Finally, they appeared. Slowly they walked, some enjoying the attention forgetting that this was someone's wedding and some looked ready to please. They walked through the beautiful white halls of the church adorned with white roses in their pots in every end of the rows. He felt his stomach thrash violently, he felt regret gnawing in the back of his head too. His shivered as the flower girls sprinkled red roses brides pathway. They slowly parted, each standing beside the bridesmaid.

A girl, no, woman, dressed in white, a gown that hugged her curves and the thin straps of her dress was barely seen. Ichigo didn't realize he had been holding his breath. His eyes traveled to her face. He saw beauty, her midnight eyes stared at him directly though a couple of her black hair strands obscured his full view of her eyes. He thinks she had barely even used make up on her face. Her rosy lips formed a small smile, she mouthed something quietly, almost sadly.

'Congratulations.'

He blinked as Rukia smoothly parted with her partner, Renji, her eyes never leaving Ichigo's. He turned his head again as another woman, dressed another white ball gown. She wore a corset that had sequins creating the same pattern as her full skirt. Her auburn hair was was pinned back held together in a bun. He noticed cloth trailing behind her too, it was very long. Orihime's face shone radiantly, happiness that increased her beauty tenfold but he cant help but compare the two women. She reached the altar, Ichigo extended a hand for her to hold on to. Orihime smiled and he was momentary dazzled by the vanilla scent she gave off. Like what Rukia wore on the picnic they had. He smiled at her tenderly.

The music stopped. The crowd was as attentive as ever now as the pastor raised his hands and with a booming voice he said, "We are here today of the uniting of Ichigo Kuosaki and Orihime Inoue." Ichigo drowned out the pastors voice, he faced his soon to be wife but looked straight past her, looking at the woman that was behind Orihime.

"Do you, Ichigo Kurosaki, take Orihime Inoue as your dearly beloved wife?"

He was snapped out when Orihime gently squeezed his hands. Brown liquid eyes looked at him with half curiousity and doubt. He swallowed, knowing what comes next. "I...do." He drowned out the noise, letting himself imagine for a minute that the woman next to him was the woman behind her.