A/N:All right... this is a story I started writing a while ago. I have evenposted the first chapter of it once, so you may remember it distinctly (it wasn't up for long). Right now, I have 3 complete chapters, and will now upload them, the first two today, and the third probably tomorrow.

I know where I want to take this story, I have the plot figured out till the end, I have just lacked enthusiasm to write it. Either it will forever remain incomplete, or it's up to your encouraging reviews to get me in the mood of finishing it!

I had fun with writing this first 3 chapters, so I hope you'll find it funny too!

Plot: Ichihime of course: they're getting married! But with these two, what are the odds of everything going smoothly, according to plan? Yes, you guessed right: ZERO! The first chapter is about the preparations, but the story will not be the recounting of the wedding from A to Z, there will be a twist, with a little fight, and so on...

Disclaimer: Thanks to the amazing Kubo Tite for creating such magnificent characters! It's so much fun playing with them!

Big day

Chapter 1

Preparations

It was one of those occasions, when things just got out of control... The news of Ichigo's and Orihime's engagement seemed to travel like wildfire through the human world and Soul Society as well. And everyone had a thing or two to say in the matter... That's how Ichigo ended up facing a bunch of angry girls, the loudest of them being his own little sister.

'Onii-chan!' Yuzu protested, big, theatrical teardrops shining in her round brown eyes. 'You can't be serious! You just can't be so MEAN to us! You're gonna leave us, and we're gonna miss you so much! You have to at least give us a nice celebration!'

Ichigo sighed heavily.

'Geez, Yuzu! Don't do this, please! Cut the crying already! It's not like I'll be that far, and anyway, Orihime and I have practically been living together this past year, nothing will change, really...'

But all his speech managed to do was make his little sister cry harder. He tried a different approach: instead of being kind and shooting, he tried to get angry at her.

'Besides! It's none of your business! This is just between Orihime and me!'

'But I want to be brides-made!' shouted the other, between two dramatic sobs.

'Way to go, Ichigo!' Karin rounded on her brother angrily. 'Now just look what you have done! It will take ages to calm her down now!'

'I don't see your point, Ichigo!' Rukia joined the conversation. 'Isn't a wedding supposed to be the grandest day of your life?'

'You stay out of this, Midget! Nobody needs your shojo-manga based view on things!' A nice red patch was starting to appear on Ichigo's cheeks: a dangerous sign...

'Oh, poor Orihime-chan!' cooed Rangiku, who also stopped by, in her gigai, to give her friend "moral support", in her "time of need"... It didn't even occur to her, that she might not need it... She now went to hug Orihime. 'How cruel! Every girl should have the chance to shine on her big day, and a beauty like yourself certainly must have it! So enough of this "just the family and a few close friends" nonsense! It has to be a big celebration!'

'But Rangiku! I really... ah! Ah! Rangiku! That's too tight!' Orihime's answer was cut short by the taller woman's suffocating hugs.

'And with you two's reputations, I bet everybody would want to come! It will be the event of the century!' Rangiku continued.

'Not if I can help it!' Ichigo fumed. 'We're getting married, because we love each other, and want to spend the rest of our life together! We're not doing it to entertain others!'

'Oh, just accept it Ichigo!' Karin spoke again. 'The old man is already at it, arranging things... He has everything planned out...' her voice sounded bored. 'There is nothing you can do to stop him...'

'Oh really?' asked Rangiku lively. 'I should go offer my help! I'm great with planning and organization! And he'll need somebody to coordinate things from Soul Society too, if we want everything smooth...'

'Does everybody even listen to me?' Ichigo asked rhetorically.

'Of course not!' Rukia giggled. 'You are a boy! You understand nothing about weddings and staff! Go play with your sword somewhere, until we sort everything out with your fiancee!' she gave him a dismissive wave of her hand.

Ichigo started to show the first signs of despair. He turned to his childhood friend, Tatsuki, hoping to find some support there. She frowned back.

'You know I don't really like weddings myself, Ichigo...' she told him slowly. 'But since this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, don't you want to make it memorable?'

Ichigo growled. His last hope was shattered, and he was sourly disappointed in his friend. The other girls on the other hand all cheered, making Tatsuki smile sheepishly.

'And do you really want to deny Orihime the pleasure of walking down the aisle followed by awed gazes? I'm sure she would miss that in her heart.' she continued.

The other girls all started to babble at the same time, affirming her point with strong words and loud voices. Ichigo closed his eyes, as though trying to protect himself from there assault. Finally he could take it no longer.

'Gawww! Enough!' he shouted, while covering his ears too, in addiction to his eyes. 'Shut the hell up, all of you! And let me speak with Orihime for a minute!'

They all became quiet at once, giving the pair curious glances. Ichigo went to his fiancee's side, taking one of her hands gently into his.

'I want to know what you think... I thought it was a good idea to have a small wedding, because you don't really have a family to invite, and I thought you would be more comfortable this way... but I want to know what you want...'

Orihime looked into his warm brown eyes, and felt like she was drowning in them already.

'I want what ever you want...' she offered shyly.

Ichigo growled again, in frustration.

'No! That won't do! What kind of answer is that?' he scowled angrily. This scowl would probably frighten anybody who was not familiar with it, but Orihime of course knew better... This scowl was her friend, and more often than not, all it did was to protect her... So she quickly caressed this lovable face, with her free hand, and tried to compose a real answer this time.

'Well...' she began hesitantly. 'Before I went to Soul Society, and befriended Rukia-, and Rangiku-chan, Sado-, Ishida-, and Renji-kun, and Captain Hitsugaia, and everybody I was lonely frequently... all I had was Tatsuki-chan... but since then, it's like they've became my family... It would be nice to see all of our friends, both from Soul Society and our world together...'

The other girls in the room were holding there breathes, waiting Ichigo's answer. He sighed.

'If that is how you feel... than it's fine with me.' he said, scratching his neck.

The girls let out a long content sigh in union.

'You know Ichigo...' said Tatsuki. 'That was really decent. I'm probably ruining my image by saying so, but I almost feel like hugging you right now!'

'I know how you feel!' cried out Rangiku, and she promptly went to give a generous hug to the substitute soul reaper. 'Awwwwww! So cute!'

'Ga...a...a...!'

'Rangiku-chan! I think that's too much!' said Orihime with alarm at seeing her love slowly turn blue.

…...

Finally it was the Captain Commander who let hell lose on there heads by making an announcement via several hell-butterflies to every division, that anybody who wishes to go to the wedding will receive authorization, provided they notify his lieutenant in time, and agree to go under the restraints of the usual limitations to there powers.

The preparations were going on smoothly. You could say that Isshin and Rangiku enjoyed working together a little too much... The one good thing in it for Ichigo was that he needn't worry about anything himself... The rings, the clothes, the flowers and the dinner's menu were all settled without headaches.

Gifts were starting to arrive... Captain Kyoraku's was the fanciest so far: he sent an unique kimono for Orihime (silvery-blue, with the same flower patterns as her hairpins...). It must have worth a fortune...

A large package arrived in the name of the Kuchiki-family too, delivered by the proud Rukia and the scowling Renji. As it turned out, it contained a (in Ichigo's opinion) very gruesome painting, the masterpiece of Byakuya's own hands. Ichigo couldn't make heads or tails of the composition for two whole minutes, before Rukia punched him mercilessly, informing him that he had been holding it upside down...

One day found Ichigo and Orihime heading towards the Urahara shop, because the infamous shopkeeper called to say he had a surprise for them. When they entered the shop, Tessai greeted them, and led them down the stairs, to the underground training area. Except that the rocky desert looking training area was nowhere in sight. Instead they arrived to what seemed to be a shady pub, with a dozen round tables, lit by small lamps. Urahara was sitting at one of them with Rukia, Ururu and Jinta. Not far from them, was a little platform, with a karaoke machine, and Isshin was singing at the top of his voice: 'I'm too sexy...'. Rangiku was next to him, performing an erotic kind of dance...

'Hi, Orihime! Ichigo!' she cried. 'Come join us! I never knew your Dad was so much fun! One would never tell you were related!'

Ichigo's eyes bulged. Orihime started to giggle, but when she felt Ichigo's hand tighten around her's as his frustration started to take him over she thought it better to remain silent.

'What the hell is going on here? And where is the training area? Urahara!' Ichigo shouted over the noise.

'Aww! Now I'm touched, Ichigo! Really! You miss that little place, don't you? All the happy memories, when you had your ass kicked there... Don't worry, you'll have it back later!'

'Whatever... just get around to explaining already, would you?'

'Certainly!' Urahara looked happy, as he stood and went before them. 'We're trying to decide a theme for your wedding decorations, and need your opinions. We're arranging the party here, because that is the most convenient. As you can see I can easily make this room fit any demand... There is a machine over there... ' he pointed to a corner '… and I just type in your wishes, and the room provides!'

'Karaoke is absolutely out of the question!' stated Ichigo instantly, quickly getting over his first shock.

'Wow!' said Orihime excitedly. 'Urahara-san, this is cool!'

'Just you wait till you see my idea, Ichigo!' giggled Rangiku. Ichigo had a feeling that she already had some sake earlier that day... She went to the machine Urahara had shown them, and typed in a few words. Then she pushed a large green button, and the room around them started to change. They were now on the side of an enormous swimming pool, filled with thick white foam instead of water.

'Uh! No way!' protested Ichigo, even though Jinta and Ururu already jumped in the pool eagerly, giving out sounds of delight.

'Told you he won't like it!' said Rukia. 'Now let's try out my idea!'

She was the one to type this time, and the room changed to become like a fairy-tail castle's inside. Everything was frilly and pink...

'So? What do you think?' she asked, grinning. 'Perfect, isn't it?'

'Oh, this is so cute, Rukia!' exclaimed Orihime.

The black haired girl turned to Ichigo suspiciously, who didn't say even one word of praise. He only stared, dumbstruck.

'And what do you think?' she asked, but there was still no answer. Finally she had to poke him.

'What? Sorry! I was just trying to get over the fact that little Chappy's are decorating the tapestries... my poor eyes are burning...'

She hit him in earnest this time.

'Urahara-san? Can I try it?' Orihime could contain herself no longer.

'Sure, Inoue-san! Go ahead!'

Ichigo watched with apprehension as his future wife pushed the buttons... and his worry was not totally unfounded, because next moment they were in the middle of a large amusement park, complete with roller-coaster, ferries-wheel, dodgem and everything. There was even a small stand for selling candy-floss...

Ichigo's eyes flashed at her with a pained expression, as though asking: 'Seriously?' She giggled grinning sheepishly.

'Sorry... couldn't help myself... but only kidding...'

Urahara, Isshin, Rangiku and Rukia continued to suggest different versions for half an hour, but none matched their taste... Ichigo guessed the one with the colorful balloons wouldn't be so bad, but considering that half the guests were very prone to getting into fights over nothings, decorating the room with something that made so much noise when breaking was probably not a good idea...

Finally he himself went to the machine, followed by doubtful gazes from the others.

The room changed. It was simple, and the color white dominated, with only flowers for decoration and a few candles. Orihime smiled seeing it, then wordlessly went to the machine, and typed in a few more words herself. The room remained, but a few photos appeared on the walls, all showing them with there friends, sharing some memorable moments... The largest of these was a Kurosaki-family picture, complete with Masaki smiling down on them, and there was one with the young Orihime hugging her brother, Sora.

Orihime and Ichigo looked at each other, smiling.

'Perfect.' they announced at the same time.

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