Date for a Wedding

Chapter Two: It's a Small World

I walked lazily and slowly behind the life size child in front of me. He may be lean, built, average Japanese male height, and sophisticated looking, but deep inside he was a selfish, ignorant little prat.

"Mayu, would you quite looking at me like that", asked Daisuke while still looking straight ahead. "Your making me think you're not having any fun right now."

No shit Sherlock.

My grumpiness, pissy-ness, grouchy-ness, or in other words, bitchy-ness was getting the better of me like it did earlier that morning. Daisuke and I were climbing threw the eight story Kyoto Mall district for a least an hour now and I haven't even had food in my tummy.

I haven't even had my coffee yet damnit.

Also, he decided earlier that he was going to head to the electronics area to find a new flat screen television for the grooms wedding present. Of course I was thinking 'what the hell Daisuke? That's such a stupid/awesome gift. But...why? It's so expensive.' Then I remembered; the bastard was rich. Filthy rich. Son of the CEO of Utrecht Company, who is taking the crown next in line.

At first, I didn't mind him searching for a new television. It gave us something to do at the moment and he wanted to pre order it before the actual date of the wedding. I thought that made complete sense and so agreed. He didn't take too long in finding a flat screen. He chose the third largest they had in stock.

My brain grew a headache so I skipped out on hearing the contracts and paper work signing to shallow down some drugs.

Motrin.

Once I took my happy drug of the day, I exited the women's bathroom and re-traced my tracks back to Daisuke. He wasn't there anymore. The man Daisuke signed a contract for claimed that they had quickly finished about five minutes ago and sore he saw Daisuke over at the movie section. So I went to the movie section and didn't find him. My headache enlarged at that point. As I was about to give up and just call Daisuke up on his cell, I spot him in the gaming section with a least a dozen of little boys around him. From where I was standing, I could see a white game system which was running a combat game. And that combat game was nothing but Halo.

My headache enlarged triple the size at that point.

Does he have no shame? He was playing against all the little boys and was beating them senseless in the game. They just kept dying. Here was Daisuke, twenty three years old playing video games with ten year olds. Adorable, yes?

No.

The sudden abrupt stop of Daisuke in front of me brought me back in the main walkway of the mall. Oh yeah, that helped with my headache tons. I can feel it just decreasing away.

"Daisuke," I started, "if you keep this up, I'll just take the city bus back home and never ever return to a mall with you again." I was rubbing my head and had one hand lightly on Daisuke's back to balance myself. People walking by seemed like a blur of light to me. With this many folks around I wasn't going to get any better soon.

"Oh, sorry about that Mayu", Daisuke said, "but lets take one more stop before we get my tux."

I groaned and stomped my foot on the ground in a childish manner. Daisuke rolled his eyes and smiled. "Come one, it'll be fun."

Daisuke grabbed my arm and pulled me across the walkway towards a familiar store. I saw a hussy looking Alice and Wonderland outfit and it clicked. It was the costume shop that we use to go a lot in Junior High. I noticed that as many times as I've gone to the mall, I forgot that a costume shop still existed. It's been so long since I've last step foot inside of it.

"What costume do you want to try on first?" Daisuke asked. He was looking around with a huge smile on his face. His brown eyes twinkled once he spotted a police officer costume.

"I don't know yet, "I responded. I was glancing at a green fairy outfit that consisted of a low front to show off a whole lot of cleavage and a short length of skirt to show off a whole lot of ass.

"Don't you want to match together?"

I turned my head. "Huh?" I was facing a slut looking female police officer costume that Daisuke had picked out. Oh goody.

"Not uh, not happening." I said shaking my head from left to right. The costume was cute in a gross way but I was too lazy to take off my clothes to try it on.

Daisuke gave me a lopsided grin. "You try it on, we eat right after."

"...Really?" I asked, my headache slightly going away.

Daisuke nodded. "Really."

I grabbed the female slut police officer costume and pushed my way threw dozens of outfits towards the fitting room with Daisuke on my heels.

Once inside the stale, I quickly stripped and pulled on the tan-ish short dress outfit. Shit! This is shorter than I thought. It was rather plain and simple. And tight. My boobs where shouting out on the top for a bit of air. I shrugged it off and started to pin on the police badges. I slipped on my sliver grey heels, put on the hat and slowly walked out of the dressing room to look around for Daisuke.

"About time, Mayu, now let's take a picture together."

I turned around and almost fainted on the spot. Daisuke didn't follow the directions that the package had said for him to wear. The moron purposely forgot the shirt and only wore the pants and hat. He had set the badges on the top of his tan pants and handcuffs dangling from the side. He was also wearing the sunglasses like the police officers in America seem to wear often.

He looked like a Chippendale striper I've heard so much about.

I glanced anywhere and everywhere besides Daisuke.

"Oh my, your friend there looks fabulous." I heard a male voice said. Aw, how sweet of him. I turned my head to look at the man who gave me such a compliement. I felt slightly happy but at the same time I felt like a prostitute.

"I agree with you all the way; it's sexy but not too revealing." Daisuke chimed in.

I gaped at Daisuke and the man.

The gay man that is.

Daisuke and Mr. Fabulous weren't talking about me at all. On the contrary, they were talking about Daisuke. I studied Mr. Fabulous while he stared hungrily at Daisuke. He had a somewhat beer belly that was covered up by his dress shirt, regular blue jeans, black dress shoes, and had his jet black hair up in small spikes. He adjusted his eye glasses as he drooled at my friend in front of him who was currently examining himself in a mirror.

I smiled and rolled my eyes as I approached...

I squinted my eyes as I saw his name tag. Oh Juno was his name.

"Hey, like what you see?" I asked smiling brightly.

"...Uh-huh" Juno said, nodding slowly up and down as if in some sort of trance.

I laughed out loud which caught Daisuke's attention. He smiled at me as he grabbed hold of my arm and set me in front of the mirror with him.

"Glad I picked this out for you, it's not too much," said Daisuke looking at me threw the mirror.

"What are you taking about, I feel like a whore." I replied.

Daisuke titled his head to the side in a confused manner. "Why?"

"Look at the freakin outfit, Daisuke. It's too much for me."

I didn't mean to emphasis the word 'me' but it was all Daisuke needed to hear to solve my problem.

"Oh I see now, its when your wearing a dress that goes to three inches above your knee you feel like a whore."

I was slightly embarrassed by that little fact. To hundreds of women, that's too long.

"Also," he continued, "just because it's a little too tight, doesn't mean your boobs are going to pop out. They are not even showing that much."

"What!" I said covering my arms in front of my chest.

Daisuke threw back his head and laughed. "It's not like anybody could see them."

"What!" I said again. I felt just a bit insulted.

"Oh my god, Mayu," Daisuke put an arm around my shoulder and slowly pointed to the mirror in front of us saying "look at what you see."

What the hell? For some reason I felt like that lion Simba and Daisuke was the wise bamboo monkey.

Well, I looked and found everything Daisuke said was true. The dress was "long" and my size C breast (which is a size B in America) hardly did show.

Oh. Never mind. I suppose I was far from being a whore.

"Now can we please take a picture?" Daisuke whined. "I'm getting hungry now."

I glared at his back as he gave Juno his camera to take a picture of us. Juno happily took it and told us to pretend our hands where guns and pose like we were the Charlie Angles. We took about five pictures together and Daisuke had at least four shots of him by himself. I stood behind Juno as Daisuke did this.

I felt my self smiling. This truly was back when we were in junior high.

&

"Admit it Mayu that was fun."

I glanced up at Daisuke as I ate my yakisoba. The soft noodles with the dozen of spices weren't really what I was starving for, but since I was extremely hungry, I chose the first thing I saw once we stepped out of the costume shop.

Daisuke was munching on tako-yaki and he stuck out an octopus leg in his way of replacing his tongue. I sighed not really wanting to admit it to his face.

So instead of saying 'yes' I nodded instead. Besides, I was eating and it would be ineradicably un-lady like to talk with my mouth open.

"How's your headache?" he asked after a minute of silence.

I fully looked at him now. "How did you know I had one?"

No seriously, how did you.

Daisuke set down his chopsticks which still had a tako-yaki ball stuck on the ends of it and gave me a your-so-dumb-look. "Mayu, we've known each other for like ten years now. You trying to hide your headaches are getting noticeable the older you get."

I frowned at that statement. He was making me sound like I was forty years old or something.

"Mayu," Daisuke said in a seriously tone.

"...What?" I said in a lazily tone.

"I'm sorry for all this. Calling you early in the morning, pounding on your door, tricking you on the elevator..." Daisuke trailed on the list of things he caused all in a single day.

"And...?" I said gesturing with my hands.

"..And what?"

"For making me pay for both our meals when you have more money than I do."

Daisuke snapped his fingers, "your right, that too."

I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation. "Daisuke..."

I suppose after that he started to apologize more. I really did wish he would stop. It's not like I'm angry with him or anything. Deep inside, I just wanted to burst out laughing. I could never truly be mad at him, it was impossible. He was Daisuke Motomiya.

"I'll make it up to you," he said suddenly.

"Uh, no, that's really okay," I said standing up and gathering my tray of food to throw away.

Before I could even set my tray inside the rubbish can, he beat me to it.

Oh, what the hell?

"I'm serious; I'll make it up to." He said looking at me with determination.

"Okay, just get out of the way," I said pushing him way from the rubbish can. Him looking at me like that made me nervous. Daisuke had a triumph smile on his face as he told me to follow him as he lead the way to Koike's Warehouse; a tuxedo store.

&

"Daisuke, it isn't that hard to choose a tuxedo here. They are every where," I pointed after ten minutes of looking around in the tuxedo store.

"This is harder than it looks, Mayu," Daisuke said, having his index finger and thumb hold his chin in a thinking manner as he examined a navy color tux. "I want something that expresses me. I want something fashionable." Then he turned and smirked at me. "Apparently a word you didn't know back in junior high school."

At moments like this I wish I was baptized Christian instead of Shinto. At least the Christian God strikes people down with lightening when they are being butt holes.

Here's a butt hole right here God, strike his ass down!

Since Daisuke was completely telling the truth I didn't have a come back for him. My choice of attire was rather ridiculous and very embarrassing to reminisce over. We were like thirteen; I didn't care what clothes I wore back then.

As I stood there fuming while Daisuke was glancing at several different color ties, a lady poked her head out through the back door and asked if we needed her assistance. I said 'yes' but Daisuke said 'no'.

"Sorry, my friend here is lying, we do need your help," I apologized to the employee sheepishly and turned sharply around to Daisuke. "We are getting her help Daisuke, we've been here forever!"

Daisuke stood up and rolled his eyes. "We have not been here forever, Mayu, we just got here. Now you know how a guy feels when they are forced to go shopping for a dress with his girl."

I crossed my arms. "No, I don't know how a guy feels. Girls don't get picky right when they step foot inside a dress shop. We get picky at the very end if we don't find what we're looking for."

"Same difference."

"No its not."

"...Excuse me?"

"What?" Snapped both Daisuke and I. The employee had spoken and for the first time I got a good look at her. She had on a Victorian ruffle top with a v-neck plugged. (Meaning, those large boobs had about two inches of cleavage to show off). She wore skinny black dress pants and black ankle boots with black bows on each side. Lastly, her black hair was nicely curled and styled up in a pony tail.

"It's my job; I'm here to assistance you." She said smiling at Daisuke. "I'm Hana by the way."

Daisuke smiled right back and extended his hand out to shake hers which she gladly took. "My name is Daisuke and this is my friend Mayu." He inclined his head towards me and she followed his point of vision with a blank look.

"Pleasure," she said looking me up and down in a distasteful way.

Oh.

Hell.

No.

Hmmm, all of the sudden, I felt like slapping that ungrateful bitch. Gee I wonder why?

"Well, Hana, since you're out here now, I suppose we could use your help." Daisuke said glancing around. He must have been unaware of mine that whore Hana's mental cat-fight that we were having.

"Of course, follow me," instructed Hana. As she moved I noticed how much she tried to grab the attention of Daisuke. Never before have I been so happy to have a male friend who wasn't attractive to women like her. Daisuke wasn't even looking at her, he was focusing all his attention on a row of vests and dress shirts we pasted by.

"Here we are," said Hana, stopping in front of a huge book that was placed on a podium.

I coughed out loud and wanted to laugh my ass off. There where white and yellow lights bellow the podium and it was casting off a heavenly glow around the whole thing. What the hell, is this like some Holy Book for tuxedos?

Daisuke positioned himself in the middle between us as he stared at the book in front of him. He's chocolate eyes were shinning brightly as he caressed the book in a way a man would touch a women.

For the second time that day, I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation. "Oh my God, Daisuke..."

I glanced up at Hana and saw her facial expression in a look of wanting.

Last time I go to the mall with Daisuke again. All people want to do is screw him.

"Well, just let me know when you're done, alright," said Hana, stepping slowly away and biting her bottom lip.

"Bye," I said waving enthusiastically from the other side of Daisuke.

Go away you ingrate.

The women glared at me and staled off. As I left my eyes from her direction I caught Daisuke giving me a charming smile.

"What now," I said frowning at him.

He chuckled. "Chin up Mayu," he said pushing my chin up in a playful matter. "I don't want you angry with me the whole day."

I signed and just gave in on him. "Encountering her wasn't your fault. Now let's pick out your tuxedo together."

"Good idea." Daisuke opened the book and starting rummaging through it first before looking at it in correct order. The booklet had labels and dividers throughout it indicating that we were looking at the vests, dress shirts, ties, or shoes. It was the simplest way that I have ever seen.. The only other way I've seen something like this was when I went with my mom to pick out curtains. Boy that was sure fun.

Not.

Daisuke and I had fun messing around in what he would look good in. I jokingly pointed out a pink vest and he almost gagged. He told me that I didn't know anything about fashion because pink would not look good with his maroon hair color.

There were several other bright color vests but we narrowed it down to earth tones colors. I spotted a creamy brown when he was flipping a page and I stopped his hand.

"What about this?" I asked.

"Hmm, I don't know yet. It's a nice color I must admit." Said Daisuke approvingly,

"I don't think it would look good with a black jacket though."

"What do you mean?"

"I have no idea, but we'll see."

"Oh tons of help, Mayu, thanks," he said sarcastically.

I ignored it and continued to look some more. In just a couple of minutes of found a similar tie that would look good with the vest. Daisuke agreed and grew excited. He then took the whole book for himself and skipped near the end of it towards the suits.

"Got it!" he said suddenly. He slammed the book down and pointed dramatically at a rich chocolate tuxedo.

I gasp. "Daisuke, it's perfect," I said smiling up at him. "And it matches your eyes!"

"It does, doesn't it?"

"Now all we need is the dress shirt."

"Way ahead of you; I want an off-white dress shirt. It'll be the whip topping."

Whip topping huh? Daisuke sure has a way with words. I decided that since he was too busy drooling over his new tuxedo, I called out Hana for him. She came rushing back to us with a pen and paper in her hands ready to jot down notes. She took Daisuke's measurements (which I almost caught her grab Daisuke's ass before I gave her a look of warning) and his shoe size. She left us for about five minutes and came back with the chosen tux and handed it to Daisuke for him to try on.

"I love the feel of these socks," I heard Daisuke say in the fitting room.

"Would you hurry up please?" I asked eying Hana because she was looking at the fitting room curtain like she was going to barge in there any second.

"Alright I'm finished. Let me put on this last shoe."

In less than thirty seconds, Daisuke emerged from the fitting room he was in.

"He is a hottie wrapped in gold with a silver lining and sex sprinkled around him" said Hana practically making up her own waterfall from her mouth.

Ew gross.

But she was telling the truth. I just have a better way of canceling it. And that's by muttering that he looks great in the tux and turning my head away blushing madly.

"I'll take it," I heard him say.

Then at the corner of my eye I saw Hana faint to the ground.

&

"So when are you going to pick up your tuxedo again?" I asked Daisuke. We where finally heading to a store that I wanted to go; Hamasaki's formal and bridal dress wear.

"In the next two weeks. The employee, Hana said that someone will call to remind me to pick it up." He responded.

I nodded in reply and lead Daisuke to the store I desired. I promised him that I wouldn't take too long, just try on a couple of dresses and then leave.

As I was walking I caught Daisuke staring at me and I ignored it. He was going to ask if I wondered if he looked hot or not in the tux he wore again. AGAIN. Every time he asked I said the same thing "it looked great". Apparently that wasn't good enough for him and he knew there was more I was on my mind. Like hell I was going to do a Hana and drown the whole country with drool. That was just plain dramatic.

"We're here," I pointed out. I skipped ahead of Daisuke into the store and started prancing from dress rack to dress rack.

"I'll just sit over there," I heard Daisuke say to me over the music that was being played. It was an American song called 'I want you' by Thalia and Fat Joe. I was dancing to it as I skimmed through the dresses.

To my utter disappointed I only found one dress that was to my liking. It was floor length, satin solid midnight blue dress that would show off my cleavage too much. (Unlike that Police outfit, this was alright for me to wear because it didn't have the word "slut" written all over it. Stuff like that was for chicks like Hana.) The dress also had two rhinestones flowers (an inch big) on each shoulder strap and it was open back with criss cross straps. I grabbed it and walked into a stale to try it on.

As I was putting it on, the more I noticed this dress expressed my hips more.

Cool!

I decided to skip out on my heels this time and just walk barefoot out to where Daisuke was. I was curious as to know how he would react with me in this dress. I went near the front of the small store and spotted Daisuke standing up talking to a random guy. As I approached closer I noticed the guy was blond. Once I was about five feet away I instantly froze on the stop.

The blond man had spotted me and set his hand up to Daisuke indicating for him to stop talking. Daisuke stopped and turned around to stare at me too. I saw him form a small smile and open his mouth to speak.

"Mayu, you look beautiful."

That wasn't Daisuke that gave me that compliement. That was my ex-boyfriend.

Takeru Takahashi.

End of Chapter 2

Ello! If your wondering how the Daisuke's tux looked like just google Jim's Tuxedos and click on Tuxedos (Diamond Collection). It'll be the only rich chocolate tux. It wont be hard to find. Also, for Mayu's dress, go on The decribtion is the same as it is on the site. It wont be too hard to find.

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