Disclaimer: I don't own any characters used. :P
Dedications: To any Usagi fan who likes to see her with multiple bishounen.
Warning: Alternate Universe. Multi-crossover. And I mean, multi-crossover. Future strange pairings. No swearing... yet. *smirks*
Author's Notes: After some of you read this, you'll realize it won't be like my other works. Some of you may be utterly confused, surprised, etc. Things will clear up by Chapter 1. I promise. *smiles* There are several characters from different anime, manga, etc. worlds. I'll list them next chapter. Some people probably won't recognize half of them. Please continue to read even if the pairings aren't to your liking. Oh, and remember something: This is Alternate Universe. I cannot stress how important this will be for future chapters. (Ack! I sound like a teacher! *faints*) Oh! This was inspired by a wedding I attended like a month ago. I was a junior bridesmaid! *beams*
Major Tip: Don't let last names fool you.
"Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love IS everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it... It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more." ~ Erica Jong
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The Wedding Bouquet
Prelude - A Reception to Remember! Just Some Flowers
Author: Krys Yuy
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"All single women in the center of the dance floor, please!"
Laughter and groans erupted from the surrounding crowd. Several women began to stand up and reluctantly follow the man's command. Most had a nice pink tint covering their cheeks as friends and relatives began whistling or cheering. They formed into a small semi-circle as the newly weds stood off to the side, smiling. The host grinned from ear to ear as he again began talking into the microphone.
"Come on! I know all these pretty young ladies aren't the only single women here!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes dancing. "Don't make me call out names!"
A woman with long brown hair walked up and whispered in his ear, before smiling and edging back toward the small group.
"Will one Ms. Miyako please come on out!" the man boomed, grinning.
"Nani?!" another woman screamed from the tables. "Hikari-chan!"
The brown haired woman giggled as she dragged the woman with lavender hair toward the rest of their friends. "It's going to be fun," replied Hikari. "Look, everyone is out here anyways."
"I know, but it's so embarrassing!" commented the older girl, adjusting her wire-rimmed glasses.
"Yeah, yeah," she said. "That's why it's so funny."
"I'm not going to be dragged down alone," Miyako muttered under her breath, an evil grin on her face. She walked up to the brown haired man and murmured in his ear as well, just like Hikari had done.
"Next up is Ms. Akane Tendo!" he exclaimed.
"Miyako!" shouted a woman with short dark hair. "I can't believe you!"
She just shrugged and smiled. "You need this, cousin," Miyako said.
"I hate men," Akane grumbled as she joined the growing group. She muttered something to the man as she passed him.
"Momo Adachi, where are you?" he demanded with mock anger.
"Akane, I'm going to kill you!" stated a woman with long blond hair and tan skin.
"Bring it on," she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why not?" Momo commented with a defeated look. Instead of telling the man, she grabbed the microphone from him.
"Hey!" he protested, grabbing for it but she dodged out of his way.
"Okay, now listen and listen to me good!" Momo exclaimed into the microphone. "Whoever I call better come up here!"
"Geez... a little loud isn't she, Mimi?" a brown haired woman asked another with the same hair color, except a bit lighter. She took another sip of her wine.
"Yeah... Momo has a tendency to do that sometimes, Ukyo," she replied, grinning. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and adjusted her dress.
"Dorothy! Sakura! Mia! Relena!" she announced. "Come on out here!" Just as she was about to continue with the names, the host snatched the microphone from her hands.
"Thank you," he said curtly, glaring slightly before turning back to the guests.
Four young women stepped onto the dance floor, muttering under their breath. They each gave Momo a dirty look, to which she just smiled and gave a peace sign.
A girl with long, ebony hair giggled at the sight of her friend coming toward her in the middle of the dance floor. She had short, light brown hair cut just above her chin. "Lighten up, Sakura!" the girl exclaimed. "It's going to be fun!"
The light brown haired girl smiled at her best friend. "I know, Tomoyo, but what if he's watching?" she whispered, glancing around.
A woman with long brown hair stepped forward, blushing at the wolf-whistles. "I can't believe Momo called me up here," she muttered, trying to lower the hem of her short dress.
"Mia! It's not that bad!" laughed a woman with blue hair, giving her a peace sign.
"Bura!" replied Mia. "I don't want to do this! Now the entire world knows of my martial status!"
Another woman with black hair in a tight bun snorted. "Mia, it's not really a big thing. Right, Sora?" she asked, turning to meet the eyes of a woman with red hair, smirking.
"Hai, Pan," she replied, a soft smile playing across her lips. She winked at Mia, her red hair swishing behind her.
Two women with blonde hair, one sandy and one brighter, walked to the center as well. Two women with short black-blue hair and long bangs smiled at them. They returned it, but their eyes revealed a flash of annoyance.
"Relena, please don't tell me you're still pissed about all this?" asked one of the women with short hair, rolling her eyes.
"Of course I am, Noin!" the one with sandy-blonde hair responded with an irritated look. "I mean, what would you do, Hilde?" She turned to the other black-blue haired woman, hands on her hips.
"I'd get over it," she answered, and waved off the glare thrown her way. "Dorothy, what do you think Relena should do?" she asked the other blonde.
"Scope out all the other handsome contestants," she answered, winking and smiling flirtatiously at a couple of men looking her way. They blushed and turned away immediately. "I still got it," she murmured, satisfied with herself.
Another woman with sandy-brown hair walked up to them with another companion, who had purple hair. "Like you ever had it," smirked one of the women.
"Sally! Don't be so rude," scolded the other woman, slapping her lightly on the shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay, Shampoo. By the way, your English is better than the last time we've met," Dorothy complimented, her smile wide with amusement.
The purple-haired Amazon beamed proudly. "I've been studying with Kasumi and Marron!" she informed them, pointing to the two women chatting as they waited for the bride to throw her flowers.
"Okay, ladies! Get ready to catch the bouquet of the new Mrs. Yagami!" boomed the announcer, winking at all the lovely contestants.
The bride smiled shyly, before turning. People began to whistle and cheer louder. Men began standing and grinning broadly at the several women in the center of the dance floor.
"Go Relena!"
"Catch it, Akane!"
"Way to go Momo!"
"Miyako's not gonna catch it!" taunted a man with short red-brownish hair, cupping his mouth with his hands.
The lavender haired woman glared at him fiercely. "Grow up, Daisuke!" she retorted, about to slap him upside the head.
The host rolled his eyes. "1... 2... 3!" he counted.
The bride threw the bouquet behind her, and chaos ensued. The blue lilacs, red roses, and white baby breath flew over the heads of the scrambling women.
"I got it!" yelled Sora, but her hand missed it by inches.
Pan stood in the center, arms crossed over her chest. She glanced upwards as it sailed over her. She thought about it and shook her head. "Nah."
"Crap," Bura cursed as she missed it.
The bouquet continued to travel through the air as people shouted, while most laughed. No one noticed as an uninvited guest murmured several incoherent things under her breath, sparkles escaping her fingertips. They seemed to dance before shooting towards the flowers and were immediately absorbed in them. The woman smiled in satisfaction and turned, leaving no trace of her as she disappeared. A blonde woman with a red bow turned, something prickling in the back of her neck, to glance at the spot where the previous woman had stood. A man with black hair looked at her in concern when she turned back around, but she just smiled at him and brushed her lips against his.
The bouquet landed in the lap of another blonde. She gasped, startled, and fingered the petals curiously, not noticing the slight glow that entered her when she did. She turned in her seat and her eyes widened as she saw most of the women glaring at her. She smiled meekly and was about to throw the bouquet back, when the host grabbed her arm gently and pulled her in the center of the floor.
"We have a winner!" he joked playfully. "And your name is?"
"Usagi," she replied timidly, fingering her slightly baggy dress.
"Well, Usagi, you have just caught the wedding bouquet!" he announced, applauding and the rest of the guests joined in. "Now, if you will please stand to the side, we will get to see who catches the garter!"
She nodded, adjusting her wire-rimmed sunglasses and placed it on her head. She had beautiful green-blue eyes, but there was something false about them. She fidgeted nervously and hoped she didn't look like an idiot.
"Single men, come on out!" the host exclaimed. "Will someone hold the microphone for me?" he asked innocently.
"Don't make me come out there!" threatened a woman with short purple hair, glaring at him defiantly. "Remember?! You're married!"
"Oh yeah," he laughed nervously. "Gomen nasai, dear!"
Several of the men were already on the dance floor, but none of them were really interested in the dormant beauty standing to the side. They smiled warmly at her, but none of real interest, except for one. He stood still and his eyes glanced at her. When he looked away, he couldn't seem to get her out of his head.
"Oh Touya!" the host sang, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Where are you?!"
"Baka..." muttered a man with dark hair that fell over his eyes boyishly, brushing past him angrily.
"It's not so bad, Touya," commented a man with light gray hair, and instead of making him look old, he looked even younger. He handed his best friend a beer, patting him on the back.
"Yukito, how can he be so annoying at times?!" he demanded to know, sipping the offered drink.
"It's his nature," shrugged another man with black hair, who seemed strikingly similar to the other man. His eyes mirrored mischief as he put his hands in his pockets.
"Well you would know, otooto," Touya snorted as he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, Kiley," agreed a blonde haired man. "You're his other best friend." He had one hand in his pocket, while the other was at his side.
"You know Quatre," said a man with brown hair that covered one of his eyes. "We're the only ones not married out of our old group." He stood tall and remained impassive, his eyes indifferent.
"Hey, that's right, oniisan," commented a younger man with dark brown hair, joining the growing group. His bangs fell over his eyes, while a twinkle of defiance lingered.
"Yeah, Syaoran," said Daisuke, grinning at him. "I remember when Trowa here and the Wing gang were inseparable." He winked as he played with his tie.
"Tell me about it," smirked a man with wild black hair. He took his hands out from his pockets.
"What about us, Ryo?" inquired a blue haired man. "In junior high, we were known as the Ronin gang." He smiled as his eyes glazed over slightly.
"Rowen's right," agreed a man with dark blonde hair that covered one of his eyes. He sighed and shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"Each of us had our own group, Sage," said a short red haired man. He carried his jacket over his shoulder as he grinned.
"Hey Koushiro!" exclaimed a man with silver hair in a long ponytail. "Weren't you in the Digital group?"
"That's right, Yaten," answered a blonde haired man for Koushiro. "I was in it, like my little brother."
"Yama-niisan, it was rude to answer for Koushiro," said a seemingly carbon copy.
"Gomen nasai, Koushiro, Takeru-otooto," Yamato apologized.
"No problem, Yamato," Koushiro replied.
"I was in it, too," said a man with midnight colored hair. He brushed a strand of hair from his eyes, glancing around.
"Yeah, Ken," said a pigtail haired man. "I forgot which group I was in though."
"Didn't you guys called yourself, 'Cursed,' Ranma?" asked a blonde.
"Yep Motoki," said another man with honey brown hair. "I remember it distinctly."
"Well, Cye," started a man with wild black hair. "You were also part of the Ronins."
"And we were part of the Ki gang, Goten," added a man with lavender hair hanging past his shoulders. He flashed a trademark grin, letting his hair fall around his face.
A younger man with dark gray hair smiled at them through his glasses. "Junior high had its moments," he commented.
"That is so true, Eriol," agreed another blonde. He gave him a thumbs up, smiling.
"If you guys would quit talking," the host said loudly. "Including you, Wallace... we can get to the point."
"Hurry up!" yelled a man from the tables. "It's injustice how long you're taking!"
"Wufei, sit down," commanded his wife, running a hand through her blonde hair.
"Now, who was waiting for that?" the host asked, raising a hand. Several hands shot up in the air after that, making the large room burst with laughter.
"Don't even think about it," the blonde woman growled as her husband opened his mouth to speak.
He scowled, muttering under his breath. "Baka... best friend... yeah right..."
"First of all," the host started, finally getting to the point. "We have to get the garter..." He grinned devilishly and winked at the bride. He heard the click of a gun, and immediately shut up. "Anyways, Mrs. Yagami, would you please sit in the chair?"
The bride nodded, smiling, and sat in the chair Quatre had pulled into the center.
"I don't mean to sound like a hentai, but please lift your skirt."
She had a nice pink tint, but complied, lifting her skirt to show the garter high up her thigh.
The host snickered, but then cleared his throat. "To make things interesting..." He pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket. "We are now going to blindfold the groom!" People laughed as the groom came forward reluctantly and let the host put the blindfold on him. "The object of this is for the groom to get the garter while blindfolded..." He left a dramatic pause as he led the groom right in front of his bride, setting his hands on her foot with no shoe. "... with his teeth!"
The crowd began cheering wildly, while the groom smirked.
"Ready... and away we go!" the host announced.
Music began playing in the background as the groom let his hands travel up his wife's leg and her thigh, finally feeling the lacy fabric of the garter. He leaned forward and got it in his mouth. The men started whistling and clapping. He slowly trailed it back down her leg and off her foot. As he did that, the music stopped, but everyone cheered again. The groom lifted it in the air as he tore off the blindfold, before turning his back on the single men on the floor. He threw it behind him, and the men just stood there. Someone caught it with his fist as he lifted his hand, barely missing when the other men finally came to their senses.
"And our next winner is... Taichi Yagami!" exclaimed the host. "Brother and best man to the groom!"
"Go Tai!" someone shouted.
"Anyways, see this lovely young lady?" he said, pointing to Usagi.
"Hai," replied the wild brown haired man. He had a grin on his face but it didn't reach his eyes.
"You will be taking pictures with her and dancing!" the host smiled. "Lets hear it for the romantic setting!" On cue, the lights toned down and gave off a lovely effect. Gentle music began playing, and Taichi led Usagi to the dance floor.
"Ever been to weddings before?" he asked as he swayed to the music.
"Some," she replied shortly, turning her head away from him.
"Haven't I seen you from somewhere?" he inquired, whispering in her ear.
"Iie, I think I would've remembered," she replied, shaking her head.
"Oh well," Tai shrugged. "It doesn't matter."
After that, the paired couple was silent. The rest of the reception went smoothly until the very end when the announcer began to close the evening.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry but the reception is now over!" he informed. "If any of you lovely women have time-"
"Duo!" growled the purple haired woman from before.
He blushed and quickly said, "Gomen, Taru-chan!" He cleared his throat. "Anyways, lets give it up for the newlyweds, Mr. & Mrs. Yagami."
The crowd clapped wildly as the couple processed out of the large reception hall. The bride and groom smiled as the guests began tapping on their glasses urgently before they left, making tinkle noises echo. Giving in, the two leaned in for a quick kiss, and the guests burst into excited cheers once again. The couple continued their exiting, and just as they went out the door, the host wished them luck.
"They started the day as Heero Yagami and Ami Mizuno. Now they leave as Mr. & Mrs. Heero Yagami! Best wishes for all the years to come!"