"I can't believe it would rain on this day!" Ichigo screamed, stomping away from the window. Her chest was heavy, as if someone placed iron on top of it, and her body began to shake. She planted herself on a stool; her body was felt like it was on fire, while her face was as red as her hair. She fanned herself with her hands, but it didn't cool her down.

"Calm down, it's your wedding day, which is a happy time." her younger sister, she called Pudding said, in a comforting tone. She placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing her back, speaking in her cheerful voice, "Lettuce will be here soon, and the rain will stop."

"The ceremony will start soon!" Ichigo hissed, as she stood up, pacing back and forth, occasionally peeking out the window. "Where is she? She's my matron of honour!"

"You look beautiful, just like your mother." Her father commented, closing the door behind him. Ichigo ran towards him, as her eyes began to water. He gave her a hug, whispering, "If your mother was alive I'm sure she would be happy to see you in her dress. Don't worry; you will see him after he visits Versailles. There are several wars either ending and beginning it's hard for a musketeer to stay with his wife."

"I'm not worried about that, daddy, I'm worry about the rain and Lettuce not coming." Ichigo cried, trying to hold back the tears.

"Lettuce is your sister, of course she will be here." Her father reminded, handing her his handkerchief. "A bride shouldn't cry on her wedding day."

"Sorry I'm late!" Lettuce shouted, slamming the door behind her, racing towards Ichigo. "I haven't been feeling well this week, but it isn't something to worry about."

"All week!" Ichigo exclaimed, as her mouth opened in shock. "First, it rains on my wedding day, then my husband is leaving tomorrow for some "special mission", and now my sister has a fever!"

"Don't cry, Ichigo. I don't want to spoil your day, but I'm pregnant." Lettuce smiled, giving Ichigo a hug. "I'll tell everyone tomorrow."

"Are you girls almost ready?" Keiichiro asked, half in the doorway, half in the room, clinging unto the knob. "Ichigo, you look beautiful! Hurry up, sister, we don't want to be an hour late like Lettuce's wedding." He added, closing the door on himself.

"That's amazing!" Her father cheered, as his face lit up with joy. "The first grandchild in the family! You girls get ready; I'll be waiting for you in the hallway." He said, patting his daughters' heads, before exiting the room.

Ichigo let out a deep breath, calming herself down. Her heart no longer pounded in her chest like a beating drum. Turning around, she picked the dress off of the chair, handing it over to her sister. Ichigo was a tad envious of her sister's and her brother-in-law's relationship. He owned a café on the same street as the bakery her family owned, while Ichigo's fiancé joined the musketeers two years ago. They saw each other every day in their childhood, but now she was lucky to see him every six month. The only communication they had was to write a letters to each other everyday, but when she got a chance to see him, she treasured that time.

"Are you ready, Lettuce?" Ichigo growled, yanking her bouquet from the table, marching towards the door, with her hands on her hips. "If you aren't ready this second, we're leaving without you!"

"She's almost ready; have patience." Pudding answered, picking up her basket of wild flowers she picked herself. "Look she finished putting her dress on. You did a great job Ichigo on making these pretty dresses! Can you make my wedding dress?"

"Sure, but you have to wait until Keiichiro marries then in a few of years you can marry." Ichigo replied, opening the door to the hallway.

They entered the foyer where her father stood, waiting from them. He turned around, greeting his daughters with a smile on his face, practically crying tears of joy. Her hands began to shake, letting out smile that filled her face, resembling the same face as her fathers. She waited for this day her whole life, and she wasn't this excited until she got a letter from him asking for her hand in marriage. Pudding was the first to walk down the aisle; she scattered the pedals, gracefully, as they floated before descending to the floor. When Lettuce left for the aisle, Ichigo's trembling hand was placing around her fathers arm. Her legs felt as if shackles were dragging her down, as she took tiny steps towards the aisle. People from each seat arose, whispering to each other, but had their eyes glued to her. Ichigo paused, as her body became agitated, and she could no longer drag her feet up. The pit of her stomach consumed her; she knew something wasn't right.

A window smashed, shattering into pieces, while another did the exact same. Screams of horror filled the church, as the people dashed underneath the pews. Her father dragged her into the foyer, as the groom ran behind, following them. Tears dipped down her face, as her body became numb. This was her special day, and now it's ruined.

"Ichigo are you alright?" he asked, looking into her watery eyes, as she nodded.

The front door slammed open, as unwanted visitors swarmed inside, carrying swords in their hands, shouting a terrifying chant. Ichigo grabbed unto her fiancés arm, burying her face, crying, "What do they want, Masaya?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, while he let one free, facing her father, demanding, "Get me a sword, and I will protect everyone." Her father nodded, dashing out into the pouring rain.

The screams continued to yell, accompanied by sounds of objects breaking, and fire crackling. Her heart ripped into two; she wanted to marry Masaya before he left for his special mission, and now her dream of becoming his bride is destroyed. Tomorrow he would leave, and she wasn't sure when or if he would come back. She crossed her eyebrows, as the tears stopped. Pushing him away, she turned around, growling, "You bastards ruined my day!"

A slender man stood in front of him. He wore a cloth, concealing his face; only his dreary eyes the colour of the sun, gleamed down at them. His skin reminded her of death, as well as his stance. He carried in his hand a musket, aiming it at Masaya.

"Hand 'er over to me." He spoke, in a strange accent she hadn't heard before. Masaya stepped in front of Ichigo, placing an arm out.

"You realize that you're up against a musketeer." He smirked, starring at the mysterious man. "We'll have a duel using swords. If I win, you have to leav-"

"And if I win, I get yer bride." He interrupted, placing his gun off to the side, unsheathing his daggers. "You don't got a sword so I win."

"'You don't have a sword', learn how to speak." Masaya hissed, narrowing his eyes at him. "I will never make a bet with her! If you win, which is highly unlikely, you can keep the gifts."

"Fine," He bargained, throwing a dagger at Masaya, letting him borrow it for the duel.

Masaya caught the dagger, and ran towards him, slashing at him. The man blocked his attack, holding him off as he stepped backwards. Masaya took another stabbed but was the man blocked again, kicking him in the stomach. He grunted, but still stood, filled with more anger. The man took advantage of his yelp of pain and stabbed is shoulder, causing the dagger to fall.

"Masaya!" Ichigo called out, placing her hands to her mouth. "Fight back! This jerk ruined our wedding!"

Masaya glared at the man, with fire in his eyes. He threw a punch, channeling all of his anger into the hit. The man ducked, swinging his sword across, slashing his stomach, then pushed him to the side, watching him collapse unto the ground. He dropped his dagger, reaching for his musket.

"Don't kill him!" Ichigo screamed, as she began to weep. "Take everything you want, just not his life!"

"Very well," He agreed, scooping his daggers off of the floor, tucking them inside his belt. He stepped over Masaya, pacing towards her, with his boots stomping on the floor. He grabbed her wrists, yanking her towards his body, then placed her over his shoulders, with her arms dangling on one side, like a barbarian.

"I'll take you." He spoke, placing an arm around legs, supporting her up, as he ran out of the church.

"Let me go!" She hollered, scrunching her hands into fists, punching his back, repeatedly. "Where do you think you're taking me?"

"You said I take everything I want and I want you." He informed, trotting down the streets towards the harbour. "I'm taking you on ma ship."

"I meant the presents, moron!" She growled, kicking her legs into his chest. "I'm already taken!"

"That man put his seed in you!" The man asked, hostilely, halting his running, pausing for a moment.

"No, we aren't even married yet because you ruined it!" She replied, reaching around his belt, pulling the one of the daggers out. "Put me down or I'll stab you."

"Good, I want no used woman." He answered, moving her into his arm, letting go of her legs, looking at her face, and then yanking the dagger from her hand. "You realize I can kill you, so don't do anything funny."

"I'll only be yours if you tell me your name." She hissed, placing her fingers on his cloth covering his face. "If you tell me your real name I won't take this mask off until we board the ship."

"Call me Quiche." He responded, shoving the dagger into his belt, using his free arm to carry her into his arms. "I don't tell anyone my name."

"Then everyone in this town will know your identity." She threatened, raising an eyebrow.

"Only the captain knows my real name." He grunted, sprinting towards the docks. "Take it off then because you ain't gonna know."

"Fine!" She snapped, pulling the cloth off, but it was too late, they were already on board the ship.

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AN: I don't know when I will update this story, probably never, so I hope you enjoy this. The title may change. I didn't reseach weddings in France in the 1600s, but I presume the churches were only one room, which is the opposite to this story.