Y/N: It's my brother's turn this time, with Sora taking the lead. What else could possibly go wrong for Miyako? Or perhaps the better question, is what won't?
U/N: Sooo this is Sora's chapter of the wedding, and the day OF the wedding itself is beginning :D I kind of like these middle stories because they give us a chance to experiment with the characters, and also catch up with them, so the possibilities are almost endless.
I wrote this a while ago, so I'm not even really sure how well it is written... and I'm fairly certain I only used Sora and Miyako, furthering their friendship, which I happen to be a fan of.
I also just realized that this... is the only time Sora is single! D: I must change this! We do, after all need to strengthen her into an actual character instead of a boring damsel who so annoyingly shifts from soccer girl to a fashion diva... but whatever-not dissing the epilogue, because if i did then i'd be here all night, and I have a one shot to write... I hope you like this though :) Enjoy and review :D
Title: Here Comes the Bride?
By: Yukira and Urazamay King
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters.
Part 2: Readying the Bride
Sora:
"There," Miyako said with a smile as I finished weaving the blue ribbon through Hikari's hair. "Do you feel better now?"
"I guess..." Hikari said, trying to sit down again. I stopped her and pulled her back to her feet shaking my head.
"Good." Miyako smiled, "Because no matter how bad things seem to get, there's always a solution waiting just around the corner."
"That's not necessarily true," Koushiro pointed out, sitting next to Kurayami on the sofa at the other side of the room. Everyone, including Emiko who was sitting on Miyako's lap glared at him. "Well it's true. If either of you died then the wedding will be cancelled."
"Well then she can marry someone else!" Emiko cheered.
"I'd rather she didn't." I said flatly, sitting next to Koushiro on the arm of the sofa as Jou took the seat I had been standing on. "We've gone through enough of Hikari's potential suitors."
"Well," Jou said, "It's not up to us. It's up to Hikari. Are you sure you picked the right guy?" Everyone turned to look at Hikari who didn't hesitate in nodding.
"I'm more than sure." She said. "Positive. It's the only thing I really am sure about."
"Well that's good." Koushiro smiled, "I'm happy for you both."
"Oh my god!" Hikari said suddenly, "I have to pee."
"So... go pee..." Jou said simply.
"It's not that simple!" Miyako said quickly, "It's a giant dress!"
"And I'm not allowed to sit down!" Hikari threw her hands in the air. "I'm going to have to hold it in forever! I'm not going to make it. I'm going to pee in the middle of taking my vows. I'm going to pee my pants."
"But you're not wearing pants, so it's okay!" Emiko corrected.
"Yeah, so I'll just be standing in a puddle of my own pee!" Hikari groaned.
"Calm down!" I called to her, "It's okay! We can help you go pee! It'll be simple enough." I shook my head, "Miyako didn't tell you enough stories to calm you down clearly if you're freaking out over peeing."
"Well, yeah, I'm still a little nervous." Hikari admitted.
"Well... I'll tell you this secret. Miyako made me swear to never tell anyone." Miyako shot me a glare but I shook it off, it wasn't a big deal really, and if it would help Hikari... "So I'd finally come to Miyako with her dress..."
I knocked on the door quickly and excitedly and waited impatiently for Miyako to open the door to her dressing room. The door flung open within two seconds and I hurried into the room. Miyako was watching me, her eyes wide with anticipation as I hug the dress on the coat rack and unzipped the cover, pulling the dress out of the black slip. And I spun around and let the dress twirl with me. Miyako was smiling like a fool, her hair tied up in a white towel.
"Sora, it's beautiful!" Miyako called to me as the ivory dress stopped spinning. It was a simple ball gown with lace straps that covered her shoulders and a lacy pattern across the front and down the side. I had spent over a month on the dress, and I was very proud of it. Miyako's smile fell though as she stared at it. "It took you long enough." She growled as she took the dress from me and ran toward the rustic styled changing screen. The wood it was carved from was stained to a red-brown.
I rolled my eyes but said nothing to her snappy behaviour as she frantically threw her clothes off. She had been wearing only a robe so it didn't take her long to walk back into the room with the dress on. She was smiling like a crazed lunatic as she spun in a circle and stopped in front of the mirror. "Sora..."
"I know, it's beautiful." I smiled to her standing next to her.
"I know I am." She said with a sigh.
Again, I rolled my eyes, but I was suddenly jumping back as Miyako barked to me.
"WHAT are you wearing?"
I looked down to myself and laughed nervously, I was wearing fuzzy pink pants with cats all over them and a simple white tank top underneath my black coat. "Pyjamas..."
"You're going to my wedding in pyjamas?" Miyako shot to me.
"No!" I said quickly, "I just haven't changed yet—or done my hair, you see—"
"I haven't done my hair." Miayko said, a strange look upon her face as she slowly reached up to grab the wet towel. She pulled it roughly from her head and let her mostly dry hair cascade down next to her face. "My hair needs to be done."
"It's okay Miyako!" I told her, "We'll do that right now! There's still two hours until the wedding starts, and your hair can't be that hard to pull off—in fact I know it won't be. I was the one who decided what your hair would be like!" Miyako nodded as I grabbed her hand. "It is okay." She nodded nervously and let me lead her toward the washroom. It was large enough for me to drag a chair in and force her to sit down.
I plugged in the hair dryer and started drying her hair quickly using the old brush Miyako handed to me and pulled it through the knotted violet locks.
"No offense Sora, but I really don't care about how you did her hair." Hikari said slowly, pacing the room, her heels clicking against the wooden floor as her large princess dress pushed past everyone on her way to calm down.
"Okay, I dried it, curled it and put it up; put the veil in, it was pretty." I said quickly.
"Thank you so much Sora!" Miyako had smiled staring at herself in the mirror as she sat in the chair and clapped her face. "I'm beautiful again!"
"You always were." I told her with a smile, "Now that this is done, I really need to go get ready..." I told her.
"Right, thanks again!" She said with a smile as she took a deep breath.
I turned to leave the room just as Miyako went to stand up and my heart fell.
Riiiiip.
"SORA!" Miyako screamed, "SORA I'M DYING!" She pushed past me and ran from the washroom, a rip down the side of her dress, "I CAN'T GET MARRIED! MY DRESS! MY DRESS IS RUINED!"
"Calm down!" I yelled to her, "Calm down Miyako! I can fix it! I can fix it!"
Miyako suddenly let out a loud blood curdling scream as she stepped on the trim of her dress and fell face fist to the ground ripping the skirt part of the dress apart from the top in a very messy and ugly rip.
"And that's why you don't get to sit down." I said with a nod as Koushiro and Jou laughed loudly, pointing toward Miyako as she hid her reddening face in her hands.
"Did that really happen?" Hikari asked, smiling slightly.
"If I said no, would you believe me?" Miyako asked, looking up.
"Absolutely not." Hikari giggled, covering her mouth with her gloved hand.
And so there I was sitting next to a crying Miyako trying to comfort her as she whined about how her life was over. I was sewing the dress as quickly and carefully as I could, hoping against all odds that she wouldn't actually cancel the wedding. I'd never been to a wedding where I was as close to the bride as I was Miyako, and she didn't pick me as her maid of honour which was fine I supposed, she was closer to Hikari having jogressed with her and everything...
"So I broke up with Kiyoshi." I told her simply. He was a boy I'd met in the past few months and started dating. He was nice and all, and he was in my class at college. He had spotted me crying one day over Yamato and since then we'd gotten really close and then even started dating...
"What?" Miyako asked me, shocked. "Why? I thought you two were perfect together!"
"Well apparently he had different plans." I told her. She had stopped crying already, wiping her face with the back of her hand and smearing her makeup. I decided against telling her just yet... I'd fix it in a bit. "He cheated on me with some girl. I don't even know who it was."
"He seemed so nice though..." Miyako said.
"Not everyone is as they seem." I told her.
"Well are you sad?" she asked me.
I shook my head, "No... But I'm a little nervous. This is the first time I've seen Yamato in almost a year." This was true, I'd been avoiding him and he'd been avoiding me, each of us would figure out which of the get-togethers the other was going to go to, and then we'd make excuses to avoid contact. But Ken and Miyako had insisted we both come to the wedding, and so we came... but I hadn't seen him yet.
"Well... just don't get into any arguments." She told me, "Not today."
"I won't, I promise." I told her, "It's not what I'm worried about anyway; it's more that we're going to be competing. When a couple breaks up and hasn't seen each other in a long time, it's always a little competition to see who is better off."
"Well clearly you!" Miyako smiled, "You had a boyfriend in the time between!"
"Are you sure?" I asked her. "Yamato has become a world famous rock star, and has finished his college studies and is now working on Astronaut training just because he can, and everyone in all of Japan knows his name. I had a boyfriend and he cheated on me..."
"Well... you've moved on Sora." She told me, "There's no need to be worried. The competition isn't real. You're both happy where your lives have taken you. It'll be fine."
"Well... if you say so." I told her as I finished up sewing the dress. "Here you are!" I told her with a smile, holding up the dress.
She grabbed it with crazed eyes and ran toward the changing screen to put it on as someone began knocking on the door. "Sora! Get the door!" She called to me.
I hurried toward the door and pulled it open where a smiling woman stood wearing a blue dress with a black cardigan and black shoes. She was holding a thin white box. She scanned her eyes over me as she took in my attire before stepping into the room.
"Who is it?" Miyako called from the other side of the room.
"It's me dear!" The woman called, setting the box down on the chair Miyako had just been sitting on, brushing her hair brown hair behind her ears.
"Oh!" Miyako said happily, "Mrs Ichijouji! Did you bring the gloves?"
"Yes dear," Ken's mother said with a smile. "Is everything going alright?"
"It is now!" Miyako said stepping out from the changing screen wearing her dress once again, her hair was done and she looked beautiful—except her face.
"Oh my dear!" Mrs Ichijouji gasped, "You need to fix your makeup!"
Miyako's face changed to panicked really quickly as I hurried toward my bag and pulled out my makeup. "It's okay! I'm here to save the day once again!" I smiled to her, dragging her toward the chair as I began wiping her face to start her makeup over again.
"You are very lucky to have a friend like Miss Takenouchi to be your Maid of honour." Mrs Ichijouji said.
"Oh she isn't my maid of honour." Miyako said.
There was an awkward silence where I smiled triumphantly. At least I wasn't the only one who thought I should have been. I was fixing everything and was awesome and I just knew it should have been me, but it was Miyako's choice... whatever.
As I was doing her lips there was a beep next to us and Miyako motioned for Mrs Ichijouji to follow the noise. She did so and found that it was Miyako's cell phone. "You have a message dear." She informed her. "Should I open it?"
Miyako nodded slowly.
Mrs Ichijouji read it slowly and her smile fell. "Apparently your florist cannot make it to the wedding today and is asking if tomorrow would be a better day."
"Obviously not." I said before Miyako could get a chance. "Can I see the phone?" I asked. I quickly dialled my mother's number and put the phone on speaker and returned to Miyako's face.
"Hello, Takenouchi's flowers, how may I help you?" My mom asked as she picked up the phone.
"Mom, I need turquoise and magenta flowers to Miyako's wedding. Now." I told her.
"Sora, I can't find turquoise flowers." She replied.
"Dye the white roses in the windowsill." I told her. I had memorized the shop, I knew what I was doing. "And bring them as fast as you can. You have an hour and a half."
"I'll see what I can do..." Mom told me.
"Good luck!" I shot to her as she hung up the phone. I finished with Miyako's make up, doing my best to cover the red puffy eyes that she had created by crying. I was awesome. She looked amazing.
"Now I just need my contacts." Miyako said calmly. I nodded and hurried toward the bathroom where I had seen the container, I grabbed them and hurried back. When I came back Miyako was putting her blue heels on, and already wearing the gloves that Mrs Ichijouji had brought her.
"See?" Hikari asked, "Miyako didn't forget something blue! I really think this is important."
"Well it isn't." Kurayami said calmingly, "Hikari, you have a blue ribbon now, its fine! You are going to go through with this wedding."
"Right..." Hikari said slowly.
And then Miyako screamed as she opened the container. I looked nervously toward them where there were two red circles inside.
"I HAVE DEMON CONTACTS!" Miyako screamed. "THEY ARE RED!"
"Miyako!" I told her quickly, "its okay!"
"Is it?" She asked, "How are you going to fix this one, oh powerful Sora? Are you going to paint them? How did this even happen?" She was standing now, pacing the room in a fit of rage and panic.
"Just wear your glasses." I told her, "You're beautiful Miyako."
Mrs Ichijouji nodded and handed the glasses to Miyako. Miyako slowly put them on and stared at herself in the mirror. "I am, aren't I?"
I nodded, slowly working my way to the door, "Well... I'm going to go now." I told her before something else could go wrong. There wasn't much more I would know how to fix...
"Thank you Sora!" She called to me as I slipped through the door. As I turned around I came face to face with Kurayami. Her hair was loose and her dress was black and had a spider web pattern across it. It wasn't exactly fit for a wedding I thought, but she looked pretty none the less.
"Oh hello Miss Taken—er... Sora..." She said, correcting herself before I had the chance. She was just getting used to using our first names. "Is Miyako inside?"
"Yes," I told her, "But if something else has gone wrong, I suggest you just pretend nothing happened and let it go."
"But it's a very big problem." She told me nervously.
"Then if you feel you have to tell her... be my guest... but I'm leaving." I told her. I turned and ran down the hallway, afraid that I would be called back to help again. As I looked over my shoulder I saw Kurayami enter the room and close the door.
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