A/N:

Hello!

Now, if you remember me, you might know me from my RWBY-based stories. Well, this time it's different. I finally took an attempt in writing a series for one of my guilty pleasures, the yuri manga named Citrus, taking on other stories that consist of smaller stories and fluffy one-shots.

This chapter is in reality an one-shot, however, if perceived well and if the feedback asks for it (feel free to send some, I always love another person's view on my work.) I might make a continuation on this chapter. But for now, what you can expect will be one shots, focused on the daily life of Yuzu, Mei and their friends.

I sincerely hope you enjoy this new project,

and I will hopefully see you in the next chapter!

Today was the day.

The day her heart had longed for in eager anticipation.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she checked herself in the mirror for what felt to be the hundredth time that morning, unsure whether the way she was dressed was perfect, or close to it.

It had to be perfect.

Today was the day she'd get married to the girl who secretly made her heart skip beats whenever her vibrant smile flashed in her direction, or when her brilliant green orbs laid sight on her. The idea seemed almost impossible to grasp: a fantasy beyond her wildest dreams. Grasping the idea felt nearly impossible, out of this world. She was afraid to pinch herself, fearing it would indeed be a dream and she'd wake up to find all of this was not real. But she was wide awake and fully aware that this was reality. After a life spent fulfilling the wishes of others it was finally her turn. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders and for the first time she was unshackled: free to reach out and follow her heart.

The absence of her wedding ring made Mei Aihara slightly anxious, realizing that the start of a new chapter in her life was about to happen. The concrete path that she had formed behind her feet up until now suddenly felt like it had evaporated into white, fluffy clouds, lazily carrying her along into a state of pure bliss. Even today, on the most joyous, wonderous day of her life she still hid herself behind a cold, unflinching mask. Even today she wasn't ready to let the world see how she truly felt.

Only one person had managed to crack through that mask, breaking down the walls she'd built around her heart and embracing the fragile person within. She was the first person Mei had ever opened up to, partly because of the reckless, forceful ways the blonde had barged into her life. And also because of the building love and affection she felt growing every second towards her girlfriend, - soon to be her wife. -

She could still remember every second of that fateful day even with all the time that had passed.. The blonde interfering with her engagement plans, an arrangement that wasn't set up for two lovers to live, but to ensure success in the future of their families respective businesses. No matter how hard she had tried to avoid her sister to make sure her resolve wouldn't crumble, it had been in vain.

There she was, pinned to the ground by security employees in the door entrance, calling out Mei's name in tears, and every inch of Mei's being had begged for that moment to stop, forcing her to turn around and betray how she truly felt. How could she look the blonde in the eyes after so long, without choking on her sobs. In their time separated, Mei had missed her lover, terribly.

So when the troublesome blonde extended her hand towards the younger girl, clutching the ring in her palm while vowing her love to her, in the dim light of the balcony lanterns with the faint gust of wind blowing around the pair, the wall around Mei's heart crumbled and in that instant she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this girl. And when she proposal came, all she could manage to force out her dry throat was a teary "Yes", sealed by a kiss that spoke louder than a thousand words ever could.

All of that had led to this moment. It was very nearly time for her to walk down the aisle and get married to the girl of her dreams. It seemed so surreal.

"Yuzu.." Mei whispered to herself in awe, nervously fidgeting with the frills attached to her wedding dress.

A thought had been lingering at the back of her mind all morning, calling out to her as she busied herself preparing for the wedding. It called and called and called every time she had a free second, forcing its way into her thoughts until it was all her excited brain could think about.

How would Yuzu look in her wedding dress?

A slight blush creeped its way onto her face as she checked herself in the mirror yet again. Her hair had been tied back into a neat, tight bun, a timid bouquet of flowers braided between the long strands of raven-colored hair to accentuate her slender, delicate cheekbones. Then her gaze moved down to the neckpiece, her fingers brushing over the smooth silver delicately and carefully, as if anything but the lightest of touches would shatter the beautiful jewelry into a million pieces. The centerpiece of the necklace was a flawlessly cut diamond, set in a frame of white gold, surrounded by a ring of smaller diamonds. It was as close to perfect as Mei had ever seen and every movement she made caused the diamond to glisten and sparkle in the dim light of the changing room.

Her dress displayed an elegant beauty that clung to her slender form and focused attention on the slim waist and narrow shoulders. It was long, silky smooth and white as snow. Chosen by Shiraho-senpai and Himeko, it had been presented to her a couple days before the wedding. Much to the girl's displeasure, the dress had been kept a secret from Yuzu. Mei found it endearing and amusing to have her girlfriend constantly bombard her with questions concerning her dress, while giving away nothing to spoil the surprise.

Of course, it was only fair for Yuzu to keep her dress a secret from the black haired girl as well, as Taniguchi-san and Matsuri were in charge of the blonde's wedding dress. Mei could easily imagine the chaos that must have been: Matsuri who would happily suggest a skimpy-looking dress, to exaggerate the already intense sex-appeal of the blonde, only to be scolded by Taniguchi-senpai, stating it was Yuzucchi's 'special day', and she probably wouldn't want to look like someone who was picked up from the corner of the street.

Mei had been so deep in thought for a moment, she didn't hear the door to her dressing room open.

"You look beautiful, Mei-Mei." A familiar voice spoke softly, entering the dressing room and closing the door gently behind her. Himeko joined her side in the mirror, aiding her friend in the task of fitting a matching pair of pearl earrings that complimented the necklace perfectly.

Mei looked away awkwardly. "Thanks.." she murmured, the back of her hand muffling her lips ever so slightly.

Himeko smiled warmly, used to the shy mannerisms of her friend whenever she was complimented. "Should I help you with your veil?"

"Yes, please." Carefully adjusting the flowers woven in her hair, the taller girl bowed, allowing her much smaller friend to place the tiara on her head, the veil attached to it flowing smoothly down her slender face.

With a little hum, Himeko adjusted the crown piece to make sure it was properly centered on her friend's head before taking a step back and holding up her hands like an artist who just finished a beautiful painting. "Done. It really finishes the gown."

A small timid smile formed on the black haired girl's lips. "Thank you." For a moment she looked out the window, her brows furrowing in a sad expression as she let out a sigh that did not go unnoticed by her childhood friend.

"Are you alright? Mei-Me-" Himeko was cut off by Mei, turning her way, a slightly worried expression visible on her features.

"Have you seen Yuzu?" Mei asked, anxiously awaiting her friend's answer.

"Y-yeah, she's waiting at the altar. The rest is waiting too." Unsure as to why Mei had asked that question, Himeko stuttered. "Why?"

Another blush lit up Mei's face, her eyes hazing ever so slightly as she searched for the right words to say, fearing that Himeko wouldn't answer the question but knowing she had to ask anyway.

"H-how does she look?" She spoke softly, her voice barely audible and it made Mei wonder if her friend had even heard her. But these thoughts were interrupted by the softening of Himeko's features as she let out a gentle, warm chuckle, understanding the reason behind Mei's question.

There was a part of Mei that was still unsure, a small fraction of her mind that was full of insecurities and doubt. And right now, Mei was worrying that her appearance wouldn't match up to that of her bride-to-be. Yuzu had an undeniable fashion sense, and Himeko knew that Mei couldn't help but compare herself to the always stunning blonde even now.

"Yes, she looks gorgeous. But so do you." Mei looked up surprised from the floor, her eyes widened. Her friend knew the idea she was grasping, and the insecurity fueled by the fashionable differences between the two lovers.

"You think so?" She questioned, receiving an affirmative nod from the pigtailed girl. Her expression softened for a second, before shifting to one of determination, her mind working overtime to recollect her focus.

"Let's go."

The atmosphere in the church bubbled with anticipation and excitement. All the pews on both sides of the aisle were completely full of people and a gentle chatter had broken out amongst the ranks. A rousing chord from the organ situated at the far left corner of the church signalled the bride had arrived and all the guests turned to watch the heavy oaken doors swing open and an anxious Mei step gingerly through, painfully aware of all the eyes trained on her. Her appearance drew a chorus of gasps, 'woah's' and whistles from the assembled people which went some way towards setting her mind at ease. She let her shoulders slump slightly with a contented sigh and began to walk gently towards the aisle where her father waited in a smart black suit.

She immediately noticed a group of girls cheering in the front rows, clapping and whoo-ing enthusiastically. Her friends and members of the student council were seated in the front of the church closest to the altar. Himeko delicately wiped away a small tear with a handkerchief, offered by Shiraho-senpai. Her bodyguards were sat on either side of her as well, quietly sobbing behind their sunglasses.

Matsuri wolf-whistled suggestively as she looked at Mei, smirking at her in a dirty mannerism, but pouting when she was smacked lightly on the head by a blushing Harumin.

Mei would definitely thank her for that after the wedding.

Nina and Sara had also been invited, wearing matching blue dresses. It still amused the violet-eyed girl how big the size gap was between the twins, as Sara was struggling to look over the bench in front of her, and Nina sat head and shoulders taller than most of the rest of the girls.

Ume also sat in the front row boasting a brilliant smile that stretched from ear to ear.. Mei offered a small pure smile in return: she was incredibly thankful for Ume's support in their romance and she knew just how much her mother truly loved both sisters. Mei had been really, really scared initially about what Ume might think, both because of her fear of losing Yuzu, as well as being a disappointment to her mother. But to her relief the two of them were given Ume's blessing.

Shou stood ready at the start of the aisle, taking Mei's delicate hand in his as he restrained a muffled sob, quickly looking away in the other direction to hide his tears of joy.

"Father are you alright?" Mei asked, slightly smiling at the way her father tried to hide his tears.

"Yeah, d-don't look at me." He said, a blush sprawling over his cheeks, as they walked hand in hand down the aisle together towards the altar, all eyes looking at the pair of them. Mei chuckled gently at his stubborn nature.

The feeling inside her was almost indescribable. True undiluted joy permeated her body as she cast her gaze over everyone: all these people who had crowded into the church to watch the two sisters on their special day. Mei felt all the smiles and adoration from the rows of friends and family and the slight shaking of her father's hand on her own. She glanced up at Shou and watched him stifle another tear, the sight truly endearing.

As they neared the altar Mei took a deep breath as she gathered the courage to look towards the altar where she knew the woman who meant so much to her was standing, waiting. Waiting for her.

Yuzu stood there before her, illuminated by a range of brilliant colours as sunlight filtered through the large stained glass windows behind her. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and glisten with such intensity Mei found herself lost in their loving gaze. A warm smile and flushed cheeks gave an inviting, almost irresistible appeal to her face, and it made Mei's heartbeat increase its tempo rapidly, her mind and her body sending signals and sensations surging throughout her body at the sight of her bride-to-be and the thoughts of what would lie ahead as a married couple. Mei felt her cheeks light up like a beacon and she tried to ignore the rhythm of her heartbeat resonating in her chest as she got closer and closer, step by step to Yuzu. But as she neared the altar, she saw Yuzu's expression change to one of mirth and amazement.

Mei stood there for a brief moment in confusion before realization struck her like lightning and the blush tinting her face intensified furiously.

They were both wearing completely identical dresses, exactly like Yuzu had suggested a couple months back at their bridal photoshoot date. Not only that, the jewelry and the shoes seemed to be exactly the same as well. Even the flowers woven delicately into their hair looked identical. It was even more surprising to Mei that the blonde seemed just as shocked as she was at the similarity. Yuzu didn't know about this, she couldn't have. They'd both promised to keep all details about their appearances secret until the actual wedding, albeit slightly begrudgingly from Yuzu. And Mei knew Yuzu well enough to know she would never break a promise like that.

Still a little confused, Mei glanced in the direction of her friends once again, only this time all of them had shameless smirks plastered over their faces. Even the typically stern and serious Himeko had a sly grin on her face.

Then the penny dropped.

This was their plan all along. By having different groups arrange the dresses for each girl they could enact their plan to have the brides don the same dress and the same jewelry and decorations.

They had the best friends.

Shou gently let go of her hand and Mei turned to look at him one last time before she reached the altar, his face beaming with pride and glimmering with a few tears. The moment had finally come for the two brides to be reunited at the top of the altar, their hands immediately finding each other's and clenching reassuringly. Mei took a sudden breath at the warm reassuring feeling of Yuzu's hands in hers. This was it! They were finally getting married! In front of them the priest, an elderly man, smiled down on the two of them and Yuzu gazed deeply and passionately into her lover's eyes, blushing vividly as she spoke.

"Mei.. you look absolutely breathtaking." She spoke softly, but loud enough for their group of friends to hear and burst into a chorus of 'awws', earning a set of appreciating chuckles from the brides. A single, solitary tear had formed in the corner of Yuzu's eye and begun to roll down her fair cheek, and bringing up her hand, Mei caught it with a finger and delicately brushed it away, looking at her apologetically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." She said, a guilty tone hidden beneath her voice.

"Wha?! No! Mei, I'm crying because you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." Yuzu tearily admitted, earning a soft, surprised gasp from the black-haired girl. For a brief moment there was complete and utter silence in the church. Then a quiet sob escaped Mei's lips, as tears formed in her own eyes.

This was the woman she was destined to be with. There was no doubt in the world anymore.

"I.." Mei hesitated, desperately searching for the right words to convey how she truly felt about the other girl. Gently, Yuzu rubbed her thumb over the back of Mei's hand, looking at her reassuringly.

"It's okay.. you don't have to-" Yuzu began but she was hurriedly interrupted by Mei's exclamation.

"I love you, Yuzu." The black-haired girl gazed at her lover, a tear rolling down her own cheek. It was the first time ever she had made such a remark in public, and while she normally hated being vulnerable and exposing her feelings, somehow it felt okay now. Even comfortable.

Her love wasn't a secret. Not anymore.

Yuzu tightened her grip on her hands, slowly bringing her forehead closer until they touched. There was a dampness on her cheek, and she saw that the blonde was crying now as well. A church filled with heads looking in their direction, yet the world seemed to slow down to a complete stop.

It was as though this very moment had been made just for the two of them. The light refracting through the stained glass bathed the couple in all the colours of the rainbow, and Mei took in everything about Yuzu. The immaculate makeup, the warm, endearing green eyes, the bouquet of flowers decorating her hair, the long, flowing dress that matched her own. And in this moment, all that mattered to her was Yuzu. The warmth radiating off her skin, the sweet perfume surrounding her being and the way the dress emphasized her womanly figure drove Mei insane. She would dedicate her entire life to make sure Yuzu would live a happily alongside her, showing her love for the blonde in any way she could.

The whole church was looking straight at the couple, but in this single, beautiful moment the rest of the world seemed to stop for them.

Yuzu spoke softly, maintaining eye contact with her sister as she did so. Her tone spoke of the love and affection she had for the dark-haired girl and the words resonated deep within Mei's heart, sending happiness coursing through her body and the corners of her lips turn upwards into a delicate, beautiful smile, the tears falling freely down her face.

"I love you too."