A Piece of Tomorrow
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by beautiful.dreamer
Flying on angel's wings
And overflowing with tears, please kiss me!
I do love you, with all of my life,
Pretty Baby, hold me.
-Dakishimete Itai; I Want to Hold You, Sailor Moon
Fuuko's POV
"Recca, I'm nervous..."
I whisper this in vain, holding tight to the man who will lead me down the isle (1). I felt like the world would be watching me, and I knew I would do something stupid like trip over my own feet when I walked toward my future.
I almost whooped in joy, as I remembered the one person that made the whole world seem a thousand times better, would be waiting to take me as his wife.
"Fuuko-Chan, it's your day! What's to be nervous about?"
He smiled, his eyes shinning with pride and joy for his best friend, me. My eyes also warmed over, as I squeezed onto his arm softly with my own.
"Do I look ok?" I asked, doubtfully checking myself in the side mirror.
The reflection that reached my eyes looked ethereal. Holding some grace and radiance only a bride could have, was in those sea emerald eyes of mine. My hair was neatly combed and put up with the company of beautiful snow white roses and daisies. My mouth and face were tinged with a rose pink tint on all the right places. Being me, I refused to put too much makeup on, anyway.
"Oi, Fuuko! You look like a bride!"
I smile, as I press down a crease in my sparkling white dress. It was a beautiful dress, simple yet perfect for a weeding gown. Two twin straps of pearl that shimmered held the tight bodice. My skirt was flowy and loose, looking so graceful and free. I did look like a bride, but I wanted the reassurance I wasn't imagining anything.
"I look alright then, Mi-Chan's not going to be disappointed?"
I whispered my fears, and Recca looked at me with warm eyes. He leaned over to give me quick peak, and my fingers trailed to the lingering feeling his lips left on my cheek. He never kissed me before, not even when Papa passed on. He only hugged me once, but that might have been the fact I was so withdrawn.
"You're beautiful and serene, only a stupid baka would not think you looked like the perfect bride."
My eyes filled with tears, as I closed the lids to keep in the sudden emotional wave.
"Thank you, Recca."
Ganko let the flower petals drop, as she skipped toward the altar. Everyone cooed and awed at the kawaii smile that played lightly on her lips. The perfect flower girl, I thought to myself.
"Ready, Fuuko? I know you can do this, my best friend is a strong woman."
I grinned, facing him. Gently and delicately, he lifted the veil over my face, letting the net of white silk conceal my eyes.
"There, all done...let's go, Fuuko."
I gave a weary nod, as I started down the aisle. A hush fell over the crowd, and the sweet sound of violins filled the air. Everyone stood, and smiled teary at me with a mix of pride, happiness and love. I smiled back, matching the same expression on their faces. I looked toward the altar, and saw him.
My breath stopped, and the only thing that kept me walking was Recca.
He looked so surreal, so angelic and beautiful. He looked like a perfect picture, painted by the soul to match a dream that tasted so sweet. He was so perfect. He was hers.
Dressed in a silver tuxedo, that enhanced the loveliness of his hair, he looked too good to be hers. A rose as red as the blood they shed in the tournament was at his breast pocket, looking glorifying against the lighter material of his suit.
I was getting closer, and I noticed the same dazed expression were in his eyes, as I'm sure where in my own. He loved me, I knew it. He loved me the same I loved him, more then life itself.
Each step came with each heartbeat that pained until I would be in his slender arms. We finally reached the altar, and Recca gave me one last peck before whispering;
"Go for it, Kirawasa."
Passionate love and sweet bliss swam in the icy sea of baby blue. Looking at me with such an intense gaze was making me melt with every passing second.
The priest cleared his throat, "Let us begin the vows. You have chosen to speak your own, the groom may begin."
I looked at him, awaiting and anticipating the words he would read from the bottom of his soul.
To Be Continue
(1)- Fuuko's papa passed away in my fan fic, more information will be explain in future chapters!
AN- Uh, this was sumthing that just had to be typed! I really wanna see some more WAFFY and Fluffy TOFUU out there! Too much drama and angst (Not that I mind, really! I crave that stuff now! Lol!)
This will be multi chapter story, and will have a complete viewing of the wedding and maybe their first child! :) All depends if I get enough feedback, I get the impression not to many are liking it, if nor one reviews! ^^;
Next Chapter- Tokiya and Fuuko exchange vows! BEWARE!! EXTREME WAFF!!! Will warm the heart, though! :)
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All rights and ownership of the characters used in my story belong to creators of FoR! Don't sue! Also, the small part of a Sailor Moon song seen at the top ( Read, so cute!) isn't mine either!
Remember to R&R!!! JA!!
Email; svukotic@hotmail.com
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by beautiful.dreamer
Flying on angel's wings
And overflowing with tears, please kiss me!
I do love you, with all of my life,
Pretty Baby, hold me.
-Dakishimete Itai; I Want to Hold You, Sailor Moon
Fuuko's POV
"Recca, I'm nervous..."
I whisper this in vain, holding tight to the man who will lead me down the isle (1). I felt like the world would be watching me, and I knew I would do something stupid like trip over my own feet when I walked toward my future.
I almost whooped in joy, as I remembered the one person that made the whole world seem a thousand times better, would be waiting to take me as his wife.
"Fuuko-Chan, it's your day! What's to be nervous about?"
He smiled, his eyes shinning with pride and joy for his best friend, me. My eyes also warmed over, as I squeezed onto his arm softly with my own.
"Do I look ok?" I asked, doubtfully checking myself in the side mirror.
The reflection that reached my eyes looked ethereal. Holding some grace and radiance only a bride could have, was in those sea emerald eyes of mine. My hair was neatly combed and put up with the company of beautiful snow white roses and daisies. My mouth and face were tinged with a rose pink tint on all the right places. Being me, I refused to put too much makeup on, anyway.
"Oi, Fuuko! You look like a bride!"
I smile, as I press down a crease in my sparkling white dress. It was a beautiful dress, simple yet perfect for a weeding gown. Two twin straps of pearl that shimmered held the tight bodice. My skirt was flowy and loose, looking so graceful and free. I did look like a bride, but I wanted the reassurance I wasn't imagining anything.
"I look alright then, Mi-Chan's not going to be disappointed?"
I whispered my fears, and Recca looked at me with warm eyes. He leaned over to give me quick peak, and my fingers trailed to the lingering feeling his lips left on my cheek. He never kissed me before, not even when Papa passed on. He only hugged me once, but that might have been the fact I was so withdrawn.
"You're beautiful and serene, only a stupid baka would not think you looked like the perfect bride."
My eyes filled with tears, as I closed the lids to keep in the sudden emotional wave.
"Thank you, Recca."
Ganko let the flower petals drop, as she skipped toward the altar. Everyone cooed and awed at the kawaii smile that played lightly on her lips. The perfect flower girl, I thought to myself.
"Ready, Fuuko? I know you can do this, my best friend is a strong woman."
I grinned, facing him. Gently and delicately, he lifted the veil over my face, letting the net of white silk conceal my eyes.
"There, all done...let's go, Fuuko."
I gave a weary nod, as I started down the aisle. A hush fell over the crowd, and the sweet sound of violins filled the air. Everyone stood, and smiled teary at me with a mix of pride, happiness and love. I smiled back, matching the same expression on their faces. I looked toward the altar, and saw him.
My breath stopped, and the only thing that kept me walking was Recca.
He looked so surreal, so angelic and beautiful. He looked like a perfect picture, painted by the soul to match a dream that tasted so sweet. He was so perfect. He was hers.
Dressed in a silver tuxedo, that enhanced the loveliness of his hair, he looked too good to be hers. A rose as red as the blood they shed in the tournament was at his breast pocket, looking glorifying against the lighter material of his suit.
I was getting closer, and I noticed the same dazed expression were in his eyes, as I'm sure where in my own. He loved me, I knew it. He loved me the same I loved him, more then life itself.
Each step came with each heartbeat that pained until I would be in his slender arms. We finally reached the altar, and Recca gave me one last peck before whispering;
"Go for it, Kirawasa."
Passionate love and sweet bliss swam in the icy sea of baby blue. Looking at me with such an intense gaze was making me melt with every passing second.
The priest cleared his throat, "Let us begin the vows. You have chosen to speak your own, the groom may begin."
I looked at him, awaiting and anticipating the words he would read from the bottom of his soul.
To Be Continue
(1)- Fuuko's papa passed away in my fan fic, more information will be explain in future chapters!
AN- Uh, this was sumthing that just had to be typed! I really wanna see some more WAFFY and Fluffy TOFUU out there! Too much drama and angst (Not that I mind, really! I crave that stuff now! Lol!)
This will be multi chapter story, and will have a complete viewing of the wedding and maybe their first child! :) All depends if I get enough feedback, I get the impression not to many are liking it, if nor one reviews! ^^;
Next Chapter- Tokiya and Fuuko exchange vows! BEWARE!! EXTREME WAFF!!! Will warm the heart, though! :)
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All rights and ownership of the characters used in my story belong to creators of FoR! Don't sue! Also, the small part of a Sailor Moon song seen at the top ( Read, so cute!) isn't mine either!
Remember to R&R!!! JA!!
Email; svukotic@hotmail.com
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