The Wedding Planner: Kenshin Style
Prologue
~What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear- Dag Hammarskjold
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She panicked inside while keeping her calm facade, Gucci heels clicking in the empty hallway as she searched for the bride's father. *He has to be here somewhere. I can't believe he chickened out right before his own daughter's wedding! Where is he where is he? * She could hear sniffles around the corner and she turned to see the bride's father sitting on top of the grand staircase, weeping away with a large bottle of sake in his hands. His jacket was all wrinkled, his tie undone, and there were bags around his eyes. A sigh of relief and then she was off, clicking away towards the father with a bottle of Evian spray already in her hand.
"Mr. Todo, the wedding can't start without you." She said gently but nearly recoiled back upon smelling the amount of alcohol in his breath. Just how long had he been sitting there, drinking that huge bottle of sake? His response was to weep louder and moved his hand to take another gulp of the sake but she grabbed and set it on the step below, alarmed to find the bottle nearly empty. Normally, for situations like this she was only suppose to spray the Evian three times but due to the amount of alcohol...looks like she would have to use the whole bottle.
"Mr. Todo, do you love your daughter?" She asked soothingly while spraying nonstop at his face. He wrinkled his nose for a moment but made no protest. Instead, his aged face lifted into a broad smile.
"My little Mikame, my only daughter and the apple of my eye! Why, I remember when I could hold her up with one hand but nowadays I can't even do it with two. Hehehe, there was that time in the school play, she got the main part and her mother and I almost cried in happiness. Such a talented and beautiful girl." He happily reminisced as she sprayed one last time.
"Do you want your daughter to be happy?" She cut in before he could go into Mikame's whole childhood.
"Of course!" He puffed his chest out. "It's all I ever wanted for my daughter!" She took his hand and gently pulled him up to his feet. He wobbled for a moment but regained his footing and she led him down the stairs and towards the wedding.
"Your daughter loves Ibuki very much and will live a happy life with him. But her happiness won't be complete if her father isn't there to see her married. Would you make your daughter unhappy?" She asked him as they walked nearer and nearer to the sanctuary.
"No... but, it means I'll lose her to another man. And we'll grow apart till she never visits me anymore. I know how you young people are these days, you never visit your folks anymore."
Mikame stood waiting in her white gown, looking around nervously for her father. Kaoru stopped and fixed Mr. Todo's tie and his rumpled black jacket.
"Trust that your daughter loves you and you won't be disappointed. Remember, you are a special person in her life and she couldn't get married without your approval."
Mr. Todo gave one last sniff then straightened his back, his hazy eyes clearing at once. He gave a smile to Kaoru and marched up to his daughter. Mikame's worried face broke into a grin as she saw her father proudly walking towards her. He lifted his arm for her to put her hand and the doors slowly opened to reveal the rose covered aisle.
"Misao! Start the music!" Kaoru hurriedly whispered into her tiny microphone as she walked upstairs to the second story of the sanctuary. The sounds of an orchestra playing the wedding march filled the chapel as Kaoru reached the second story. Misao was waiting by the balcony, looking below with a tissue in her hand. The girl's long dark hair was tied in its usual braid and she had dressed herself in a cheery yellow suit. The assistant dabbed a tissue at her eyes and sniffed at the fairytale scene.
"After four years of this, one would THINK that you would get over the blubbery stage." Kaoru quietly commented to her assistant as her eyes scanned the wedding, making sure everything was perfect. Misao gave an indignant sniffle at Kaoru and turned her attention back to the wedding.
Two women from below looked up at the wedding planner, her eyes taking in the glory below. She stood, imposing through her small stature, with dark blue hair tied back into a high ponytail.
"Hey, there's the wedding planner." One of them nudged her friend, sighing in jealousy at the planner.
"She must lead such a romantic life." The friend whispered as they both turned to watch the ceremony. Romance? If they only knew...
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She popped open the container of her meal, excellent sushi from her favorite restaurant. She had not tried her own cooking for ten years but even now she could still taste the bitterness of her crunchy miso, a clear warning that takeout would be her main meal for the years to come. She sat it down on her low table and flipped the TV on as she started to eat her dinner. This was her life: wake up, practice in her dojo, shower, dress up in perfectly matched clothes, go to work, practice in her dojo, buy food, eat, watch TV, then sleep. Repeat 365 times then multiply by five and you have her life.
Solitude had been her companion ever since her father had died when she was 7 years old, her mother already gone, leaving her parentless. She was brought up in a foster home and it was there she began to dream. Daydream, night dream, it didn't matter, she just dreamed of love. The perfect love that would heal her heart and make her feel whole, not broken and confused.
Love would rescue her when she was in trouble, make her laugh when she was sad, embrace her when she was down, cook when she couldn't, and love her completely despite who she was. She dreamed so much that she began to plan out her wedding in the dojo of her foster parents. Everyday would start with a new idea for her wedding, changing daily till there were hundreds of visions running through her mind when she reached junior high. At that age, her dream cracked just a little bit.
By high school, it was harboring spider web cracks everywhere. By college, it shattered. Still, she kept every idea with her, treasuring it as a reminder of her childish wishes. At age 23, she was hired by a failing company called the Oniwabanshu who was desperate for a new look. In one year, she turned a company that made only a few thousand to rolling in millions.
Every one of her ideas was a hit and client after client begged for her to plan their wedding. In the first two years of planning she would close her eyes, letting the soft music whisper its way into her ears. She would imagine feeling the expensive silk on her skin as she walked down the aisle. She would imagine being handed over to a warm hand that would give a squeeze of encouragement. And then her daydream would stop as the music ceased to sound its notes.
By the third year, her dream's shattered pieces wore away into dust until that, too, was blown away by the winds of time. Fifth year, Oniwabanshu was the top rank wedding planner company, offering dozens of men and women who could plan phenomenal weddings. By then, she was ready for a change; she was ready for a partnership with the infamous Shinomori Aoshi. She looked up from her meal to be caught by a loud news announcement.
"-PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT THE FAMOUS MODEL YUKISHIRO TOMOE WILL BE GETTING MARRIED TO HIMURA-"
She turned the TV off with her remote control. Yukishiro Tomoe, an international model who made millions. Her parents owned a shipping company that made billions and word in the bridal world was that they doted on their only daughter. If she knew famous people well enough, they would go all out on the wedding. Making it the best, the most talked about for years and years. No expenses would be spared and they would want the best wedding planner there was...her. She gave a grin and began to clean up her dishes. Tomorrow, tomorrow she would face down Aoshi once more to ask for a partnership. He couldn't turn her away with a deal like Tomoe and there was no doubt that the Yukishiro's would call for her assistance.
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*The story will more or less be like The Wedding Planner with Jennifer Lopez but I'll make adjustments whenever I feel like it, so the story won't be exactly like the movie (at least I hope not). And does anybody know some good beta readers who would be willing to beta my fics? I dislike how it's looking right now but my computer can't do anything else, so if you do know or you are one, please email!!!! Now *rubbing hands together* on to the next chapter where Kenshin saves her life. Oh, don't forget to REVIEW!!!!!!! Lots of reviews mean faster chapters!!!!
Prologue
~What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear- Dag Hammarskjold
____________________________________________________________
She panicked inside while keeping her calm facade, Gucci heels clicking in the empty hallway as she searched for the bride's father. *He has to be here somewhere. I can't believe he chickened out right before his own daughter's wedding! Where is he where is he? * She could hear sniffles around the corner and she turned to see the bride's father sitting on top of the grand staircase, weeping away with a large bottle of sake in his hands. His jacket was all wrinkled, his tie undone, and there were bags around his eyes. A sigh of relief and then she was off, clicking away towards the father with a bottle of Evian spray already in her hand.
"Mr. Todo, the wedding can't start without you." She said gently but nearly recoiled back upon smelling the amount of alcohol in his breath. Just how long had he been sitting there, drinking that huge bottle of sake? His response was to weep louder and moved his hand to take another gulp of the sake but she grabbed and set it on the step below, alarmed to find the bottle nearly empty. Normally, for situations like this she was only suppose to spray the Evian three times but due to the amount of alcohol...looks like she would have to use the whole bottle.
"Mr. Todo, do you love your daughter?" She asked soothingly while spraying nonstop at his face. He wrinkled his nose for a moment but made no protest. Instead, his aged face lifted into a broad smile.
"My little Mikame, my only daughter and the apple of my eye! Why, I remember when I could hold her up with one hand but nowadays I can't even do it with two. Hehehe, there was that time in the school play, she got the main part and her mother and I almost cried in happiness. Such a talented and beautiful girl." He happily reminisced as she sprayed one last time.
"Do you want your daughter to be happy?" She cut in before he could go into Mikame's whole childhood.
"Of course!" He puffed his chest out. "It's all I ever wanted for my daughter!" She took his hand and gently pulled him up to his feet. He wobbled for a moment but regained his footing and she led him down the stairs and towards the wedding.
"Your daughter loves Ibuki very much and will live a happy life with him. But her happiness won't be complete if her father isn't there to see her married. Would you make your daughter unhappy?" She asked him as they walked nearer and nearer to the sanctuary.
"No... but, it means I'll lose her to another man. And we'll grow apart till she never visits me anymore. I know how you young people are these days, you never visit your folks anymore."
Mikame stood waiting in her white gown, looking around nervously for her father. Kaoru stopped and fixed Mr. Todo's tie and his rumpled black jacket.
"Trust that your daughter loves you and you won't be disappointed. Remember, you are a special person in her life and she couldn't get married without your approval."
Mr. Todo gave one last sniff then straightened his back, his hazy eyes clearing at once. He gave a smile to Kaoru and marched up to his daughter. Mikame's worried face broke into a grin as she saw her father proudly walking towards her. He lifted his arm for her to put her hand and the doors slowly opened to reveal the rose covered aisle.
"Misao! Start the music!" Kaoru hurriedly whispered into her tiny microphone as she walked upstairs to the second story of the sanctuary. The sounds of an orchestra playing the wedding march filled the chapel as Kaoru reached the second story. Misao was waiting by the balcony, looking below with a tissue in her hand. The girl's long dark hair was tied in its usual braid and she had dressed herself in a cheery yellow suit. The assistant dabbed a tissue at her eyes and sniffed at the fairytale scene.
"After four years of this, one would THINK that you would get over the blubbery stage." Kaoru quietly commented to her assistant as her eyes scanned the wedding, making sure everything was perfect. Misao gave an indignant sniffle at Kaoru and turned her attention back to the wedding.
Two women from below looked up at the wedding planner, her eyes taking in the glory below. She stood, imposing through her small stature, with dark blue hair tied back into a high ponytail.
"Hey, there's the wedding planner." One of them nudged her friend, sighing in jealousy at the planner.
"She must lead such a romantic life." The friend whispered as they both turned to watch the ceremony. Romance? If they only knew...
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She popped open the container of her meal, excellent sushi from her favorite restaurant. She had not tried her own cooking for ten years but even now she could still taste the bitterness of her crunchy miso, a clear warning that takeout would be her main meal for the years to come. She sat it down on her low table and flipped the TV on as she started to eat her dinner. This was her life: wake up, practice in her dojo, shower, dress up in perfectly matched clothes, go to work, practice in her dojo, buy food, eat, watch TV, then sleep. Repeat 365 times then multiply by five and you have her life.
Solitude had been her companion ever since her father had died when she was 7 years old, her mother already gone, leaving her parentless. She was brought up in a foster home and it was there she began to dream. Daydream, night dream, it didn't matter, she just dreamed of love. The perfect love that would heal her heart and make her feel whole, not broken and confused.
Love would rescue her when she was in trouble, make her laugh when she was sad, embrace her when she was down, cook when she couldn't, and love her completely despite who she was. She dreamed so much that she began to plan out her wedding in the dojo of her foster parents. Everyday would start with a new idea for her wedding, changing daily till there were hundreds of visions running through her mind when she reached junior high. At that age, her dream cracked just a little bit.
By high school, it was harboring spider web cracks everywhere. By college, it shattered. Still, she kept every idea with her, treasuring it as a reminder of her childish wishes. At age 23, she was hired by a failing company called the Oniwabanshu who was desperate for a new look. In one year, she turned a company that made only a few thousand to rolling in millions.
Every one of her ideas was a hit and client after client begged for her to plan their wedding. In the first two years of planning she would close her eyes, letting the soft music whisper its way into her ears. She would imagine feeling the expensive silk on her skin as she walked down the aisle. She would imagine being handed over to a warm hand that would give a squeeze of encouragement. And then her daydream would stop as the music ceased to sound its notes.
By the third year, her dream's shattered pieces wore away into dust until that, too, was blown away by the winds of time. Fifth year, Oniwabanshu was the top rank wedding planner company, offering dozens of men and women who could plan phenomenal weddings. By then, she was ready for a change; she was ready for a partnership with the infamous Shinomori Aoshi. She looked up from her meal to be caught by a loud news announcement.
"-PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT THE FAMOUS MODEL YUKISHIRO TOMOE WILL BE GETTING MARRIED TO HIMURA-"
She turned the TV off with her remote control. Yukishiro Tomoe, an international model who made millions. Her parents owned a shipping company that made billions and word in the bridal world was that they doted on their only daughter. If she knew famous people well enough, they would go all out on the wedding. Making it the best, the most talked about for years and years. No expenses would be spared and they would want the best wedding planner there was...her. She gave a grin and began to clean up her dishes. Tomorrow, tomorrow she would face down Aoshi once more to ask for a partnership. He couldn't turn her away with a deal like Tomoe and there was no doubt that the Yukishiro's would call for her assistance.
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*The story will more or less be like The Wedding Planner with Jennifer Lopez but I'll make adjustments whenever I feel like it, so the story won't be exactly like the movie (at least I hope not). And does anybody know some good beta readers who would be willing to beta my fics? I dislike how it's looking right now but my computer can't do anything else, so if you do know or you are one, please email!!!! Now *rubbing hands together* on to the next chapter where Kenshin saves her life. Oh, don't forget to REVIEW!!!!!!! Lots of reviews mean faster chapters!!!!