The Wedding -6 months later-
If Mai was nervous Ayako was absolutely bubbling.
"I can' t believe it. You're finally getting married." She gushed hugging the younger women fiercely.
"I know." Mai said in disbelief looking at herself in the mirror. Her dress was snow white and billowed out from the waste, her veil and train sparkled in the light.
"It took you two long enough." Ayako smirked. "I remember staying up late nights trying to think of ways to get you two together. And when you did it still took him two years to propose."
"Your tricks didn't help much old lady."
Both women turned at the voice to see none other than . . . a cocky monk.
"Bou-san." Mai greeted him smiling.
"If I'm an old lady than you're married to one." Ayako retorted. "And it's not like your tricks helped much ether."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. You ready Mai?" Bou-san asked coming over and giving her a hug.
"Not at all. Lets go." Mai sighed, before taking a deep breath and steeping out of the dressing room.
As the music started playing Naru looked up at the door. And there was Mai, being escorted down the aisle by Bou-san. In his eyes she was absolutely radiant, glowingly beautiful. Then she was beside him saying their vows. The rings being put on their fingers as the priest said the second best thing in the entire service.
"I now pronounce you man and wife."
And a cheer arose from the small crowd in the chapel. As the man, and his new wife became one under the same name. Then the priest said the best three words he ever would say.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Only with the slightest hesitation Naru lifted the veil and brought her face to his. Then he kissed her with all the emotion he ever had in a kiss that would seal them together forever. To stay together until death did they part.
