It all started out innocently enough; it was Valentine's Day and everyone was celebrating at Tifa's bar. Reno even managed to drag the other Turks and Rufus along with him. Nice music was playing in the background and everyone was drinking to his heart's content. Then Reno pulled Cloud to the side, got down on his knee and held out a sapphire ring as he proposed. No one really noticed until Cloud's uncharacteristic squeal of delight and a very enthused "YES!" deafened all who were near him. As friends cheered for the two lovers and continued to drink a profuse amount of alcohol. Little did anyone know that this simple engagement, a sign of commitment between the lovebirds, would turn out to be the event of the century. The birth of a bridezilla!

The first step (normally) for planning a wedding, is picking a date. This should have been fairly easy, but in this story it was not so. Cloud and Reno were eating some bagels for breakfast at a local bakery near their apartment when they discussed this very question.

"Cloud, do you got a date in mind for our weddin', yo?"

Cloud munched his cinnamon and honey bagel thoughtfully.

"Can it be on the third of April?"

Reno promptly spewed out his coffee.

"April? That soon?!"

A small frown formed on Cloud's lips.

"Well, you asked what date I wanted and I told you. If you don't like my suggestions, then don't ask me!"

"Don't get pissy, babe, it's a nice date and all, but that's a little too soon."

"Why," Cloud huffed.

"W-well, because, it just is. People take months to get ready! There are a lot of things to do and we shouldn't rush it."

"April is in a few months."

"Two months! More like one and a half! That's not enough time!"

"What are we waiting on? We're already living together, we have sex several times a day, and we cook each other breakfast once in a while! We're just getting married to make it a solid commitment."

Reno shook his head.

"C'mon, please, just a little longer." He batted his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

"Fine," Cloud sighed. "Then how about the seventeenth of April?"

Reno slammed his head into the table.

Once the date was set for July 25, they began making calls to find a suitable place to wed. The two worked tirelessly to find the perfect place. The two being Cloud and Rude; Reno fell asleep after the first two calls and Rude had to pick up the slack for him. Once they thought they found a good place, they would wake up Reno and ask his opinion. Reno managed to come up with an excuse for every single place, and soon Rude took the job of keeping Cloud from murdering his fiancé. Finally in a huff, Cloud made the final decision without consulting Reno.

"Hey, partner, I'm out of here."

Reno blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked over at Rude.

"Huh?"

"I'm done, so I'm going to get a real strong drink."

"…Done?"

"Ask Cloud."

With that Rude ran off before getting involved in a lover's quarrel.

"What the heck, Cloud?"

Cloud looked up from his stack of phone numbers.

"Excuse me?"

"Why did you decide on a place all on your own? Why didn't you ask me?"

Cloud smiled a sickeningly fake smile.

"Because you wouldn't agree to a single damn place, that's why."

"You're just being sensitive," Reno mumbled.

"Really?" Cloud asked cheerily.

Fifteen minutes later…

"Rude!" Rude looked out his apartment's window to see Reno sporting a black eye and his I-got-in-trouble-again grin. "Can I stay at your place tonight?"

He just shook his head in annoyance.

"Of course you can stay, Reno. I bet you didn't even bother to ask where you're getting married."

"Uh, no I didn't exactly have time when he was swinging his big ass sword at my neck! So where am I getting married?"

"Costa del Sol."

"Shit!" Reno whined. "You know that sun's bad on my skin!"

To be continued….