A/N: Just another one shot from me! Let me know what you think. Believe it or not this idea came to me during my English class and it just stuck with me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt. Would I be writing fanfics if I did?
"Red,"
"White,"
"Red,"
"White,"
"Damn it. What do you have against red?"
"What do you have against white?"
A young brunette huffed angrily at the raven-haired man sitting across from her. His nose was buried in a book as they argued.
"But I'm Japanese," she retorted.
"I'm English," he said nonchalantly.
"But red is holy," she said with a pout.
"But white symbolises purity," he countered.
Mai sighed as she evaluated her situation. The pair of SPR workers were to be married in little under a month and they were still fighting over what colour wedding dress she was going to wear.
She suggested red because that is what those of Asian heritage considered holy. He on the other hand kept pushing the issue of white for purity as is known throughout the western world. No matter how hard she tried he refused to budge on the subject.
'White is for purity,' she thought. Suddenly a wicked idea sprung into her mind as Takigawa, Ayako, John and Masako entered the quiet office.
"But Naru," she drawled silkily, "What if I'm not pure?" She was thoroughly satisfied at the way his eyes snapped up from his book. She could see the jealousy beginning to cloud his colbat eyes as he narrowed them.
"I find that hard to believe," he said after a moment. Mai smirked and stood. She walked over to him and sat right in his lap, effectively blocking his view of the book. She threaded her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him into a heated kiss, that was anything but pure and innocent.
The pair completely missed the shocked looks on their friend's faces as their tongues battled for dominance. When Mai finally pulled away Naru saw no blush staining her cheeks.
'Maybe she is telling the truth,' he thought as anger built up in him. He would have to go and have a little chat with whoever it was that had stolen his girl's innocence. Yes you heard correctly. HIS! When Naru, Kazuya Shibuya, Oliver Davis, claimed something, say a certain assistant for example, he didn't share. Not with anyone. Ever. So whoever this mystery guy was had better have one hell of a security system.
Mai watched on, as he seemed to have an inner argument. Eventually she rose form his lap and sauntered over to the door before his voice stopped her.
"Fine. I guess you will have to wear red then," he said. Mai smiled before exiting the office. But of course, not before grabbing Ayako to go with her.
"Where are we going Mai?" the red head asked.
"Dress shopping," she replied simply. Mai already had something in mind but she wanted it to be a surprise.
A month later, Naru found himself dressed in an expensive black tuxedo, waiting at the end of the isle. He could see John, Masako, Ayako, Takigawa and Lin all sitting in the first row of the church. His parents were seated right behind and Madoka was sitting to their left. Now only one person was left. The bride.
He hadn't really been happy with the fact Mai was wearing red today but he decided that if it made her happy, he could live with it. As the music began, everyone stood and Naru fixed his gaze to the church doors. When they opened, he felt his jaw hit the floor.
There stood Mai in a pure white wedding dress. She had red roses threaded through her now shoulder length brown hair. The dress was a halter neck style that had been beaded all across the bodice. The skirt looked to be made of silk and it rippled around her as she walked down the isle. Everyone gushed at how beautiful the bride looked but none more so than her future husband did.
When Mai finally reached the altar Naru had finally managed to pick his jaw up off the floor.
"You look beautiful," he whispered as the priest before them spoke loudly.
"Thank you," she said just as quietly.
"What happened to the red? I thought you weren't pure any more," he said teasingly. Mai smirked from behind her veil as she replied.
"Well after tonight I'm fairly sure I won't be," she said as a blush stained her cheeks.
"Good. I didn't want to be put away for murder before my wedding day anyways," he said with a smile. Mai looked a little shocked at him as he refocussed on the priest. Suddenly she became very happy. Mai found that his possessiveness was comforting. Now she had somewhere she belonged and someone to be her family. Her real family. And she loved him more than life itself.