Hello and welcome to the milestone that is my 3rd SK fanfiction! There's not much to write here, since the title pretty much sums it up. Warning: contains extracts from a cheesy Busted song. This 1st chapter is written from Tamao's POV. It's probably not very much in character because I don't get to watch SK very much :(

Dedication: Roxy, Jenna & Jade, my best friends :-)

Crashed the Wedding

Chapter One

I stood outside a pair of huge wooden doors, having been thrown out for putting party poppers in the cake (Well, it was Horo Horo, not me, but nobody listened). I pressed my ear to them, listening to some vicar droning on and on and on about sickness and health etc. etc. etc. Eventually I heard the words I'd been waiting for.

"If anybody has any objection as to why these two should not be married, speak up now."

A deathly silence fell over the crowd of people inside the looming stone building. Suddenly, my whole body seized up. A voice in my head screamed DO IT NOW DO IT NOW DO IT NOW but my legs wouldn't move. I thought of her kissing him and boiled over with rage. I shoved the doors open and ran down the aisle.

"Stop the wedding!" I yelled. Everyone was looking at me. Oh my god, why did I even bother thinking about this. The look on her face! If I'd been Ren with a camera, I would have taken a snapshot and stuck it on my pinboard for all to see. But I wasn't. I am Tamao Tamamura, that shy girl with the pink hair nobody notices. Except for one person.

"Don't marry her, Yoh!" I said, my voice dissolving into sobs. "I love you!"

If I had been Ren with a camcorder at that moment, I would have been filming a screaming 21-year-old girl being dragged off by Hao Asakura, Anna Kyouyama fainting and Yoh tripping over his own feet and landing face first in the wedding cake, setting off about a hundred more of Horo Horo's party poppers. Oh Lord, just kill me now! Whose kraaaazy idea was this? One of those stupid little images of me in my head suddenly decided it would be a good idea to start stirring things up a bit more. My foot whacked Hao between in the legs of its own accord. He swore and let go of me. Twelve years of bottled-up emotion suddenly poured out of my mouth in three pathetic little sentences.

"Yoh, don't marry Anna, she doesn't love you! I love you, Yoh! Please!"

That was the only thing I could think of to say. By now the hall had descended into absolute chaos, people running about screaming like headless chickens and trying not to come into contact with "that despicable woman" (me). Some comedian had bunged a CD into the ancient stereo system in the corner. It crackled into life, providing the general hubbub with a soundtrack.

"They day I crashed the wedding
It's better than regretting
I could have been a loser kid
And ran away and hid
But it's the best thing that I ever did
Cos true love lasts forever
And now we're back together
As if he never met her, so looking back
I'm glad I crashed the wedding."

For goodness' sake! If whoever it was had to try and liven up the occasion, they could at least have picked a better song! I only wish the last three lines described my situation. I slipped on a bit of cake and fell on my bum, wondering how three words and some party poppers had started all this. About half the guests had fled the building. The piano player was screaming at the top of her lungs, doing nobody any favours. Anna was out cold on the floor. I would have laughed at any other occasion, but the fact that about three hundred people were lusting for my blood (well, that's a bit dramatic, but I was in trouble) completely ruined it. Yoh was sitting in the remains of the cake, a look of pure shock on his face. Hao was still jumping around yelling, swearing and being totally unhelpful. He looks even less fetching in a suit and tie. I decided this might be a good time to leave so I snuck out into the church graveyard where it was quiet. Bits of cake and icing were smeared all down the front of my new dress, accompanying Hao's footprint where he attempted to kick me back, dust and black smudges from the floor, and burn marks from party poppers exploding in my face. I sat down next to a large marble angel adorning some random guy's grave. I never liked those angels - they freak me out. It's the way they seem to stare at you with empty stone eyes. They look nothing like what I imagine real angels to be - they're too solid and human, their cold lifeless wings seem so heavy and flightless. Lost in daydreams about statues and ghosts and angels, I didn't notice somebody plonk themselves down on the grass next to me. Suddenly I snapped out of my trance, twisting my head round so fast my neck clicked.

"Oh...it's you," I said awkwardly, turning the exact shade of a bunch of carnations someone had thoughtfully placed on another nearby grave.

"Not "you". Yoh."

My complexion went from pink to the colour of the rose in Yoh's hair.

"Wait a minute - why do you have a rose in your hair?"

"I've no idea," he said unconvincingly, handing it to me.

"Aregato. I'm sorry about...about what I did in there. I couldn't help it."

He laughed. "It's all right. I didn't expect to marry Anna without a fight."

"Why did you marry her?"

"I don't know. I kind of had to. And because I love her."

Those last four words fell down on me like a bag of bricks. Because. I. Love. Her. Bang bang bang bang.

"She never...kisses you or anything," I argued thoughtfully, looking at the sky.

Yoh grinned. "Not in front of everyone. Horo Horo would never shut up about it."

"You have a point there," I said a little wistfully.

"Y'know, Tamao...I thoguht of kissing you before...but I could never do it," Yoh said. It was his turn to blush now. He leaned towards me. He was coming much too close. So close I could see his eyes were wet from crying.

Ohmigod. Was this it?

Thus concludes this (slightly mushy) first chapter. Please review! Saffy xxx