Going to the Chapel
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: Digimon—not mine!
Summary: Planning a wedding can be hectic. Unfortunately for Sora and Yamato, their lives are crazy enough the way it is. As their friends step in to help, one thing's for certain: it'll be a wedding no one will ever forget! Sequel to "To the Highest Bidder"
Well here it is. I've been waiting for a long time to start this, and I've got so many ideas from you guys and even just crazy things that have come to me. Thank you all for the reviews for "To the Highest Bidder". I hope this sequel lives up to your expectations. (If you haven't already read "To the Highest Bidder", I strongly reccomend you do before reading this!) So without further ado, I bring you…in Inconnu's words: To the Highest Bidder: The Sequel.
Chapter 1: Question and Answer
"…cause my heart belongs to you." The pale blue light that had been illuminating Yamato cut off exactly as his final note died.
The arena was plunged into darkness, setting off an enthusiastic cry from the crowd. Girls of all ages were locked in an infinite screaming contest, each trying to get her idol—any of the four men on stage—to glance in her direction. The guys around them, and make no mistake; there was an equal number of men here, rolled their eyes but cheered along as well, as masculine as they could manage.
"Thank you and goodnight," the blond called into his microphone, giving the devoted crowd below him one last wave.
As the lights slowly began to turn back on, burly security guards ushered the four "Wolves" to the side of the stage I was waiting on.
"Awesome show, guys! Yutaka, I particularly liked your impromptu guitar solo." I smiled at them while all the stage hands grabbed bottles of water, towels, anything within their reach, overzealously providing their support to the rock stars before them.
"But you couldn't have warned me?" Yamato panted out as he accepted a fluffy white towel from one of the men.
"If I remember correctly," my face held an impish grin, "you were being mauled by fangirls in the front row at the time. If anything, you should be thankful."
The band howled with laughter while Yamato glared at me. "Any more insults you want to throw at me, Sor?"
"I think I'm good for now, Yama. But if I think of any, I'll let you know immediately."
Takaishi smirked at him. "So will the rest of us."
"What are we hanging around here for, guys? The people in charge said there were no backstage passes given out. We may as well leave before our legion of fans begins to stalk us. We'll never get out of here if they do that."
I nodded at Akira's request; he was always the most reasonable of the group. "I'll call the bus driver and tell him to pick us up here. That should give you guys enough time to clean out your dressing rooms. Meet me here in five."
"Yes, ma'am," Yutaka commented, saluting to me but wearing a roguish smirk at the same time.
Each of the four boys in front of me parted ways, hurrying off to his own dressing room. I whipped out my cell phone and in no time had communicated our plans to the tour bus driver.
As I shut my phone, I looked around me, breathing in the last scents of Paris. It's hard to believe how things have grown and changed in my life over the past four years. Up until that point in my life—at just around the time I turned eighteen—my life was as normal or as normal as it ever got.
But it all changed. Back then, no one outside my company of friends and relatives in Odaiba, Japan knew who Sora Takenouchi was. I never expected that in a very short period of time my life would become one wild rollercoaster, a never stopping ride of fun, amusement, work, chaos and every other little adjective used to describe an adventure. I never imagined being thrust into the field of international fame, glory, and notoriety, traveling across the globe and meeting people I consider my idols. I never planned on being the envy of millions of young teenage girls and even older women. I never assumed I'd be arranging concerts, promoting cds and setting up events for the most popular band out there—according to the most recent "It List". I never fathomed making enough money to support both my parents and myself for a good few years at the tender age of twenty-two. And I never believed I'd be the girlfriend of Yamato Ishida.
It's funny how things can change just like that, though.
I don't need to delve in on that subject. Everyone on every inhabited continent knows our story—should they have access to any form of media. When the paparazzi gets wind of something, they'll do everything and anything to let the public know. Gossip travels fast everywhere these days. As soon as it was made known that The Wolves had asked me to be their manager, the flood came.
Noah had it easy compared to us.
Instantly anyone who was at the signing gala or personally knew one of the four members of The Wolves, or myself, became every reporter's best friend. There were at least twenty-five different versions of the gala ordeal, none of them coming close to the truth with the exception of word fresh from Taichi's big mouth. From the gala, they moved onto the reasons I had been requested to be manager, the fate of the band, the release of the first single and most notably, each member's love life.
All the stories and rumors floating around make my head spin daily. It's an unbelievable twister of events. The winds pick up, bringing hot new hypothesises daily, spreading from one part of the world to the other.
I learned my lesson right away as did the guys. None of us leaked anything to the press. Our public lives were our concerns. We didn't need others intruding on our lives, gossiping about our decisions or whispering words of supposed wisdom. We'd been living our lives for twenty-two years all by ourselves, and we got along fine without the public knowing play-by-play details of our lives then. Why should now be any different?
Being rock stars and manager of "The hottest thing to hit the world since the invention of the wheel"—as some magazine put it—hasn't affected us. We're still the same normal people we used to be with the exception of our fame. The guys are all completely grounded. At the beginning there were a few lapses on all our parts, but we're only human. None of us are perfect. The rumors dealing with us leading perfect lives and being the perfect band are some of the worst, at least in my opinion.
I thank my maker for Yamato and the sanity he brings to me everyday. He's been around this kind of thing for such a long time. If I'm ever having a particularly nasty bout with the media and "today's newest developments", he's there for me one hundred percent. And I love him for that more with each coming day.
People wonder how we do it. Yama and I have been together for officially four years. It's one of the questions he's plagued with during interviews. "How do the two of you last?" "Is there a secret to your relationship?" "Are you two for real?" The questions are meant to bring an earthquake most of the time, to shake up our relationship in a lot of cases. But Yamato handles them coolly, hiding behind a rough mask he tends to create at times.
"She gets me and I get her. There's nothing secretive about that, is there? Before we began a relationship, we were best friends. Even now today she's my best friend."
It works both ways. Yamato is my best friend in addition to my boyfriend, lover, holder of my heart, whatever normal or corny phrase he's penned as. We're not the perfect couple as we're often dubbed. I can't begin to describe the number of times we argue about little things, get into glaring matches, and hate each others' guts for a short period of time. But we survive off the normalcy of our relationship. No matter how famous we get, how well known our names are or how incredibly popular our life stories are, deep down we're still just Yamato and Sora, two crazy best friends who happen to have found "the one" in each other.
"Sora, is one of your personalities awake?" Speak of the devil. He gave a delightfully irresistible grin. "You told us to be ready in five minutes. We're waiting for you."
I glared at the blond before me, watching as he struggled to carry his bass and a large bag filled to its capacity with all the needed necessities for the concert. "Yep, make sure you don't drop anything though. Rabid fangirls might post it on a website, asking for the highest bidder to buy it. That or they'll frame it."
We all headed toward the doors, the rest of the band watching the display between their lead singer and me. It was a common occurrence, our sparring matches. Yamato was quite frequently the target. As I said before, though we may have taken our relationship to a much higher level, we're still best friends at heart. We can't go through the day without friendly bantering—flirting, whatever you want to call it. Once I get started teasing him, the other guys can't help but join in. At times they get me with a nice comeback, but given the fact our friendships aren't as close as mine and the blonde's, they normally aim for Yamato as well.
"How do I know you won't be the one to do that? After all, you did pay a shockingly large amount of money to buy me back in high school."
"Only out of pity,"
"That's not what I heard."
A driver stepped out of the bus, walking over to help the guys with their things. I looked behind our large tour bus to see the roadies gathering together all the larger equipment. At least I don't have to remind them to start this time. Things like that make my job easier.
I was making my rounds, checking to make sure everything had been loaded. The guys were beginning to board the bus, but I felt Yamato's presence behind me. "Yes, blondie?"
He smirked at me. "I have a present for you."
"What would that be?" my feet turned around, making my body face his.
"It's my annual surprise for you." It had become a common occurrence. Normally I don't stick with the band when they get to a certain place. I'll fly out to another city, state or country to scope out our next venue and make sure all preparations are in line. I'll always rejoin them the last night we're there, and Yamato makes it a habit to buy me something—usually jewelry—from the country or continent we're in as a keepsake. "Close your eyes."
"Why?" I demanded, shutting them nonetheless.
"Because I said so." I heard some shuffling and assumed he was getting the gift ready. "Okay, open up your eyes."
He wasn't standing in front of me anymore. I stood confused for a moment before I caught sight of him on the ground, a box in his hand pointing up at me. "Yama…wha…oh my God…"
Akira let out a low laugh. "Checkmate."
"Damn it," Takashi cursed, slamming his pawn down on the chessboard he and the keyboarder were currently at.
I smiled over at the two, looking up from the datebook I was penciling our latest plans in. Stretching out on the seat I was laying on, my eyes searched the midsection of the plane to see what everyone was up to. Today, a fresh wonderful new day—the events of last night have left me in a rather chipper mood—we were flying back to Odaiba for the first time in nearly five and a half months. That could also be fueling my exuberant mood.
I was surprised to be so alive and cheerful. Though it was nearly noon, most of the guys were not in a talkative, cheerful state. Probably a result of our hangovers from last night's celebration. Yutaka was attempting to read a book, but his eyes were glazed over, giving off the appearance he wasn't getting much reading done. Akira and Takashi, after a much needed aspirin each, were finally starting to get over it. Yamato was still sleeping in the back section of our private jet. But I couldn't blame him; it'd been one hell of a celebration last night.
"What are you working on?"
I looked up to see Yutaka approaching, book abandoned on the coffee table, replaced by a large cup of coffee. "I managed to get some rearranging done. One of your interviews fell through; the magazine was already booked solid that day. You guys now have Thursday off."
Akira ventured over, wrapping me in a friendly one-armed hug. "You are a goddess. I don't know how you managed to do it, but I'm really going to appreciate a well deserved break. Particularly cause it'll give me a chance to catch up with my family."
"And enjoy home sweet home," a grinning Takashi agreed, joining us on the large maroon couch.
Looking from face to face, I realized how close I had become to the three of them over the past four years. At the beginning we were friends; not the best of friends but on good terms. As time has gone on and we've gone through everything we have, our friendships have grown.
Akira is the calmest of the group. When anyone has a problem, he is the one with the rational sense to talk us through it. Usually he gets put in charge of breaking up any arguments as well. And you don't want to be on his bad side. His occasional temper makes Yamato's look weak. A natural pianist and keyboardist, Akira originally started out with classical roots, later changing to the rock style everyone was familiar with. The media portrayed him as brains of the group, and he had a large following of fans.
Takashi is the crazy guy, and the drums were a perfect fit for him. Humor is his best attribute, an innate gift. He always knows what to say if someone is down, depressed, or if he just wants to tease someone for the hell of it. Takashi can be a bit reckless and brash—he once went bunging jumping and the media thought he was suicidal. It took ages to explain that rumor away—yet he normally was on his best behavior. To me, he is like a mix or Taichi, Tracey, and Mimi all in one, reminding me of the home I miss.
Yutaka is the quiet one. If you'd known him away from the music scene, you'd be shocked to find him as the lead guitar player in a rock band. He keeps to himself a lot of times; it's more likely to find him reading a book or paper then out in a club, dancing the night away. Yutaka is the one girls adore because he's the strong, sensitive type…at least according to the tabloids. At times it seems like he's too much of an introvert, but other times—namely when alcohol is involved—watch out.
And, of course, who am I to forget the last member of the band? Girls around the world worship him. Females melt at the sound of his voice. Women plead with him to date them, marry them, and have their babies. I get a kick out of this factor—the tabloids love building up his image, hopefully waiting for a tsunami of bad press to come so they can shoot it right down. Thankfully, nothing horrible has happened so far.
It's hard to deal with all the attention he gets sometimes, being his girlfriend. I can sympathize with a lot of his fans. I was like that with famous celebrities, hanging pictures up in my locker, having innocent crushes on my favorite idols that I would never ever have a chance with romantically, the works. But it's a bit bothersome at times. I mean how would you like it if woman threw themselves at your man?
I'm not totally completely green-eyed, though. I trust Yamato. We're too close for me to every doubt him, think he's cheating on me or act childish about it. If there is a secret to our relationship, it's probably trust. He trusts me; I trust him…it's no wonder our relationship is at its current stage.
Speaking of which:
"Sora, I really hope you don't go by any water in Odaiba." Akira happily mused.
"Why's that?" my reply came, though I already knew the answer.
"You'll sink with that bling on."
A groan interrupted the guys' laughter. "I could hear that in the sleeping quarters and even there it wasn't funny." Yamato had finally decided to rejoin the world of the living, walking over to the kitchen cupboard to grab some medicine before plopping down next to us. "I feel like hell."
"You look like hell," Takaishi replied.
"How much did we drink last night?"
Yutaka sighed, answering what we all knew. "Way too much. But back to the subject we were talking about before Sleeping Beauty decided to join us; I think I know why she agreed guys."
"Why's that?" It was an automatic response now.
The drummer picked up on his friend's lead. "Were you trying to blind her Yamato? It's no wonder she agreed to marry you; she can't see you!"
I had to laugh at that crack. It was very true. Looking down at the gigantic stone on my finger, I'd be the first to admit their statement had validity. "Just wait guys. One of these days it'll happen to you. Then we'll be the ones making jokes."
As he was about to respond to my comment, the fuzzy, scratchy sound of the intercom being turned on filled our ears. "We are half an hour away from your hometown. I'd advise you all to begin getting things ready to go."
"You heard the man!" Akira exclaimed. Like last night at the concert, the guys all sauntered off to their own private quarters. I, too, stood up, getting ready to gather my luggage and personal things. I can't wait to get back home.
My sleeping quarters were much smaller than the guys', but it didn't bother me the least bit. They're the singers and band. I'm just the manager in charge of settling their crazy lives down as much as I can. It's a hard job, but I have to say I wouldn't want any of them to be in charge of it.
"Hey, red." Knowing that nickname only came from one person, I turned to see him follow me into my room, settling himself down on the small yet surprisingly comfortable bed. "How are we going to break our news to the people back home?"
I really hadn't thought about that question a lot. Sure, it had crossed my mind loads of times. Just with everything that was going on, I chose to push it back to one of the remote, desolate corners of my mind, somewhere I could worry about it later. Apparently this is later.
"Do you have any ideas? And who all knows about it already?"
"It's not many. I managed to keep my mouth shut."
"Surprisingly. Wait till the paparazzi gets wind of that. They're going to have an absolute field day."
He smiled at me, opening my suitcase so I could put the last of my clothes inside. "It'll die down eventually. Right now I'm more concerned about the people who actually know us. Obviously, the guys all know. Takuya did me a little favor, and I went to him awhile back for some man-to-man advice."
"To chicken to talk to your own father, Yama?"
"No, I needed his opinion on things. I wanted to make sure making a jump this big is a wise decision, particularly with all that happens in our lives."
That sparked my interest. Takuya has been there for us from the start, and we still talk to him constantly. He's always there to offer a lending hand despite his busy schedule. "What'd he have to say?"
"You can ask him at the airport, but he did give me his blessing…as did your father."
"So, are we going to tell any of the others?"
He raked a hand through his spiky hair, a few annoying strands dangling freely in front of his eyes. "I don't think we should go ahead and tell people individually. Knowing our family and friends, we'll have some sort of shindig where everyone will be. We can make the announcement there so people find out at once."
"I don't know, Yama. I mean, it's a good thing to tell everyone when they're all together, but I have a feeling a couple of people won't be happy we didn't tell them in advance..."
"Wow, I can't believe how quiet it is."
Akira's brow furrowed up. "Was there some sort of natural disaster or something? Because this place is dead silent. There are no crazy fans here to greet us."
He looked over at the other three band members. All of them had similar, content looks on their faces.
"ALL RIGHT!"
A chuckle sounded through the air, making its way over to where we were waiting. "So you guys don't want to see all the fans lined up to see you guys? Since when?"
"Hey, Takuya." My mouth was the only one that could work. "We planned it this way. Everyone thinks you guys are arriving later tonight. I know how much you all miss home; I miss here tons. Takuya and I figured it was the least we could do—give you a homecoming welcome without it being an overly exuberant borderline stalkerish crazy one."
Takaishi was the first to regain his verbal abilities. The drummer faced Yamato, hands planted firmly on his hips, face arranged in a childish pout. "How'd you get the gorgeous, incredibly intelligent girlfriend?"
The blond wore an arrogant smirk. "Pure luck,"
Takuya had stood quietly up until this point. "So how is the soon-to-be Mrs. Ishida doing, putting up with the guys?"
My eyes searched around like a preying hawk, hoping no one had been in hearing distance of that comment. "I'd say it's way too early to say "soon-to-be". The whole shock of him asking hasn't left yet. There's no way the wedding will take place anytime soon."
"That's for sure," Yama answered, walking over to stand next to me, wrapping me tightly in his arms. "We're not going to rush into this at all. We'll take our time, decide on things later."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Takashi making a gag-me face. I rolled my eyes, glancing around the empty area. "Aren't some of our family and fri…"
"SORA!"
Spoke too soon. Tracey, Mimi, and Hikari came barreling towards me, pushing the blond rock star away from me—so hard he almost fell to the ground—and wrapping me in a huge hug. "How have you been? What's going on? We've missed you so much!"
The five men behind me could only watch as the girls went crazy, mouths each running as fast Olympic track stars. Things with them hadn't changed since we'd been away. I could tell the same was true with our other friends, the others' parents and even my own family.
Taichi was over to my right, catching up with Yamato. They were locked in an animated discussion, one I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what was about. Tai's in his last year at Tokyo University. He's been doing downright amazing for the soccer team, charting new school records in assists and goals. Rumor has it—from his big mouth—that a professional scout is coming to his next match. At the same time, he's also busy studying athletic training.
My cousin Tracey is also in her last year at Tokyo University. She's on her way to a degree in broadcast journalism. I couldn't see her doing anything but that, to tell you the truth. Tracey is as crazy as she's always been.
The two are dating again, and pretty soon it'll be there one-year anniversary. Their relationship has been a bit rocky since the end of our senior year of high school. Tai and Tracey have had a few trust issues, but it finally—thankfully—looks like they've resolved them.
As Mimi and Tracey continued to incessantly ramble on about God knows what, I caught Kari's eye, seeing her role her eyes in exasperation. 'They've only just begun,' she mouthed in my direction.
Hikari Yagami is now nineteen and a freshman at Tokyo University. Taichi loves the fact she's there so he can be all "overprotective big brother" when it comes to the boys she befriends and is romantically interested in. Some things really do never change. Kari isn't for sure on what she wants to major in, but I have a feeling it's something in the line of visual arts. She's still young, though, with plenty of time to make up her mind.
Yamato was now conversing with his younger brother and the band, all of them with large grins on their faces. Their parents stood in the background talking and catching up as well. Takeru has grown up into such an adorable young man. He like Hikari is nineteen, attending the same university and unsure about his field of study. Right now, he's leaning towards being an editor, but he's not for sure.
We were all waiting for the two of them to get together. It seemed only natural from their behavior around each other to casual closeness that followed them around wherever they went. But sadly, it didn't happen. Hikari got together with a fellow freshman at the university. His name's Willis, and he's a student originally from America. From what I've heard from Taichi, Hikari and Willis are close—they've been dating for a little over seven months—but she never has that indescribable happiness she does when she's around Yamato's brother. Takeru has been one hundred percent supportive of their relationship, but we can all tell it's killing him in the inside. I've always believed that second chances come around a lot; hopefully it's the case for the two of them.
Mimi and Koushiro both are attending the university in Kyoto. He's there for computer engineering while Mimi is concentrating on fashion design. They've been together since high school still. If anything, I thought they'd be the first of our group of friends to get married or even engaged. Apparently not…
Our group bonding continued inside the privacy of the airport—at least the private strip we landed at—for nearly the next hour. Everyone close to us: our friends, family and loved ones, were all there to greet us, taking time out of their schedules to welcome us back to Japan. Twenty minutes later, Yamato, Taichi, Tracey and I found ourselves ready to check in at the five-star hotel the band was staying at. We didn't want to be a bother to our families as we'd be in and out, what with the unpredictable schedule the guys are on.
I'd been forced to go inside the hotel first, waiting for the manager, employee or some random guest to find out The Wolves were residing here for the time being. I always do plenty of research when selecting hotels across the world, making sure we can get an entire floor or suite set aside for the guys. It's horrible sometimes when it doesn't happen that way. Even though the guys are popular and all, they'd like there peace and quiet to. Is that too much to ask?
This hotel had guaranteed us the entire top floor. I thought it would be an okay place. Maybe the people at the hotel wouldn't freak out when they saw us. But taking one look at the desk employee's face, my heart sank into a deep gorge.
I know that look. It's the look I'm constantly faced with all the time. People across the globe know me. My notoriety revolves around the fact I'm A) Manager of an incredibly popular band; and B) the girlfriend—well, fiancée, but they don't know that yet—of Yamato Ishida.
And I knew which look this is.
"Oh my God! You're Sora Takenouchi…Yamato Ishida's girlfriend!"
Good grief…
So, how long are you and Yamato in town?" Taichi asked, plopping down on the king-sized bed. We had safely managed to escape the crowd that had formed in the entry hall. Now, taking a well-deserved break—especially to catch our breath—my room was where we safely hid.
I grabbed my datebook from my purse. This thing was my life. I couldn't live without it any more. "Let's see; the guys have some interviews all day tomorrow. Thursday is a free day. Friday night is the concert, and we leave Saturday afternoon."
Tracey laughed, sitting down next to her boyfriend. "Well, you'd better pencil us in for Thursday."
"I'll consider it," I grinned. The door opened, and Yama reappeared, bearing with him a large container of ice and some pops and snacks from the vending machine down the hall.
"Did you get the munchies I requested, Yamato?" Taichi called, eyes meandering around the room for the remote.
"Do I look like a butler?"
"Do you want me to answer that question?"
Yamato rolled his eyes. "Yes, I got the food." He hastily dropped the items onto the dresser, kicking the door shut. "And don't call me Yamato in public. Call me George."
My eyes shot up from scanning the datebook, and I stifled a laugh. "I can't believe you remember that!" He pulled off the hat he'd used as a disguise and winked at me. Seeing as Tracey looked a bit confused, I explained the origins of the pseudonym.
"Alright, Doritos!"(Not mine!) Tai grabbed a bag, and after successfully finding the remote, flipped on the TV. A blurry image began to appear, gradually growing more visible. "The big game's about to start. I don't want to miss a minute. Japan vs. the United States—soccer final!"
Same old Tai. He may be twenty-one,—he'll be twenty-two like Yama, Tracey, and me in one month—but deep down, he's still sixteen. Some days, sadly, he acts even younger. "That doesn't look like the game, Tai. Looks like you've got it on some music station right now," Tracey stated.
The man snickered. "Ah, trashy music gossip shows. You gotta love them. Someday, we'll be seeing the two of you on there."
The image finally sharpened, television now completely on. Taichi's mouth dropped.
Oh shit…
"Th—th—Yamato, why are you and Sora on…why are you…what are you?"
"Oh my God!" Tracey's hand shot over her mouth, and she stood up.
The male brunette's eyes blinked rapidly, and he switched to another gossip station. The same image was being shown. "Did…how…did you actually?"
"Oh my God!" Tracey shrieked again.
"I told you we should have told them first." I murmured to the blond. He rolled his eyes and gave me his heart melting grin. It appeared neither of them could talk in legible thoughts or phrases.
"My best friend and my other best friend…" Thank you, Taichi! "You two…Yamato, you proposed and didn't tell us?"
"Guilty,"
"Oh my God!" Guess who…"You're getting married!"
I looked up at Yamato, unable to keep a large grin from forming. He beamed down at me, and we both slowly nodded.
"Ahhh!" Tracey shrieked. "There's going to be a wedding!" Her eyes lit up. "We get to plan a wedding."
"How'd the press find out?" I murmured to no one in particular.
Yamato looked as confused as I felt while the television gossip reporter blabbed on about all the details she—or whoever had found out about Yamato proposing and caught it on tape—knew. "Apparently some television person followed us outside and saw me proposing to you. I just hope that not too many of our friends saw the news yet. We wanted to tell them."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Taichi interrupted our musings, his face contorted in an unusual look. It was a cross between being incredibly pissed and joyously happy. I couldn't tell which.
"It's not like we weren't planning to," Yamato immediately jumped to our defense, "we were just going to tell everyone when we were all together."
"Still…but I see what you're saying. Congratulations you two!"
"Thanks," I was able to mumble as Yama claimed my lips with his own, giving me a heart stopping kiss in the process.
Tracey shrieked again and caused the two of us to end our bit of heaven. "Oh my God! I'm so happy for you two. But do you know what this means? We get to plan a wedding! This is going to be so awesome!"
"Calm down, Trace. It is going to be fun and all, but do you have any idea of what all is needed when planning a wedding?" my management side, the side that everyone automatically associates with the band jumped out. "We have to find a place, plan the date, order invitations, make a guest list…"
I would have continued to ramble, but thankfully Yama shut me up with his hand covering my mouth. "We're not planning on getting married that soon, Tracey. It'll probably be what…" he looked at me, "like a year at least. Right?"
I nodded my approval. We hadn't discussed any details yet, but I knew we would be doing a lot of wedding talk in the next couple of days. Planning our wedding would be a lot of fun, but I have a feeling that it's going to bring thousands of headaches as well. Another adventure has begun for Yamato and me. And I have a feeling we'll be dragging everyone close to us into the mix. They won't mind…right?
A/N: Gah! I've forgotten how to write a short chapter. The words just kept coming and a lot of them were needed for explanation as to what has happened. I left some things out—Yamato proposing, the celebration later in the night and a few other things—but I will cover them in the next chapter.
This story's not going to deal with just "the wedding". I'm going to try and capture the main elements and headaches associated with wedding planning, engagements and the works. I'll hit everything I can think of from dresses to the wedding party to invitations to the parties involved, and I apologize in advance if I miss anything—it's not like I've ever thought of planning a wedding before; it's probably never crossed my mind!
The actual wedding won't take place till the last few chapters, but I've already got the story planned out. Things with the band, Sora, Yamato and what all has happened will be revealed in more detail as the story progresses.
As for now, please review and let me know what you guys think about this story! I always love to hear what you have to think. Any suggestions, comments or criticisms are welcomed with open arms. Until next time, please review!