Imperfect Wedding
Misaki grabbed the dress and ran out of the room. This was not good, she had overslept on the day of her wedding!
A string of curse words flew out of the raven haired girls' mouth as she started her car and tossed the dress into the back of the car.
She sped down the highway as fast as she could without breaking the speed limit until she arrived at the venue.
"Shit, shit, shit," she cursed as she grabbed the dress again and hopped out of the car.
"Sorry I'm late, I overslept!" she yelled as she opened the door.
"It's your own wedding how on earth could you oversleep?!" Aoi yelled and held out her hand when Misaki opened her mouth to reply, "Forget it! We need to get you ready. Sit!" he commanded and Misaki, sitting on the stool.
Beauty products were applied to her fair skin and her straight black hair was undergoing a severe make over. She winced as they pulled and tugged on her hair, it was one of her weak points and god did it hurt.
Aoi was doing her make up while Suzuna was doing her hair and Sakura and Shizuko were running around doing last minute decorations.
"Stop looking like your having a seizure while going to a funeral, loosen up a bit Misaki, it's your wedding day," Suzuna said as she curled her hair loosely.
"Ri-right, my wedding day," Misaki stuttered nervously and rung her fingers together.
"Misaki are you okay?" Sakura asked concernedly.
"Not getting cold feet now are you?" Aoi smirked.
Misaki didn't answer but rather chose to keep her head down.
This did not go unnoticed by Aoi and his brush hesitated for a split second before he continued in silence for awhile.
"There, we're done," he stated and nodded to Suzuna who shoved the dress into Misaki's hands, "Get changed and get your thoughts together, we'll meet you at the aisle," Suzuna said and dragged everyone out.
"Thanks," she muttered as the door swung close.
"Come on, let's go," Aoi said as he and Suzuna dragged Sakura and Shizuko away.
"Where are we going?" Sakura asked as she stumbled about.
"We're going to get her fiancé, duh," Aoi rolled his eyes.
"Why? It's just pre wedding jitters we'll worry Usui-san too much," Shizuko asked.
"Knowing my headstrong sister she will ponder about it for a very long time and then go to the ceremony with a huge frown on her face and worry the hell out of him anyways," Suzuna stated emotionlessly.
So, Sakura and Shizuko followed them wordlessly.
Misaki sat down on the couch with a large sigh, fiddling with zipper of the clothes bag. Inside it was her wedding dress but she couldn't make herself put it on yet.
There was a figure standing at the door and emerald eyes looked at her in happiness. The figure made a move forward but hesitated as she spoke.
"Can I really marry him?" she whispered to herself, not noticing the figure at the door watching her, "I love him but how do I know he's the right choice?" she questioned herself.
She groaned and buried her head in her hands. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her as the person murmured into her ear, "You know there are such things as long term engagements Misaki, you could've told me you weren't ready, we could've held it off for awhile and let you think things through."
She giggled and Usui pulled away from the embrace, his emerald eyes flashing with confusion. Then, he saw the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes and the corner of her lips slightly tugging down.
"It's funny how you are the one comforting me when I'm questioning our relationship," she choked out.
"You know that even if we separated I will always be there for you Misaki," Usui said and kissed her forehead.
"I know, thank you," she whispered she said and hugged him tightly.
Then, out of the blue, she bonked him on the head.
"Ow, Misa!" Usui protested.
"What are you doing here? I thought your family tradition was that the groom was not to see the bride before the ceremony?" she questioned.
Before Usui could respond, Misaki shoved him out of the room, "Shoo!"
"What? No 'I love you' or kiss?" Usui pouted from the door; now back to his regular self since his soon to be wife was okay.
She blushed and shoved him out of the room, "I love you."
"You can get your kiss later," she mumbled and slammed the door in his face.
Usui smiled and walked to the pavilion, something's will never change.
Music filled the lakeside as the brides march was played.
Usui held his breath as Misaki walked towards him, hand in hand with her father. She looked absolutely stunning.
The pure white material swept the floor and shimmered with every movement. The sleeveless dress clung onto her top nicely, there were gold beads sewn onto her waist line, accentuating her figure. The dress was a somewhat mermaid style and loosened just one or two inches above her knee with golden beads scattered on the hem.
The bride herself was beautiful too, perfect amount and shade of makeup and everything, but that was not what captivated Usui, it was her smile. Her radiant and dazzling smile made Usui's heart do a gymnastics routine.
He was going to be hers and she was going to be his.
Wedding vows were recited and vows were made, despite her state of nervousness, Misaki managed not to stumble but she did, however, blush a lot.
"You may now kiss the bride," the preacher finally announced.
Usui smirked and cupped Misaki's cheek lovingly. Then, something happened that surprised all of them, Misaki was the one that engaged the kiss.
Everyone clapped and cheered as the couple kissed, but to them, they were in their own little bubble and the noise was drowned into the back.
"Told you you'd get your kiss," Misaki breathed as they pulled away.
Usui chuckled before picking her up and spinning around, causing the crowd to cheer again.
After the ceremony was over, they prepared to cut the cake together. Usui, being the cheeky person he is, swiped a bit of the frosting off and wiped it on Misaki's cheek. Misaki, had in turn, growled playfully and shoved a chunk of icing in his face too.
As they had a mini food fight, Aoi was grumbling behind them about all his hard work wasted, though you could see him smiling a bit.
In the end, Misaki was forced to change, this time into a long sleeved summer dress.
At the end of the wedding, it was around midnight. Everyone had gone home, leaving the couple alone.
"So, Mrs. Usui, does it feel like to be married?" Usui teased and swept her off her feet, carrying her in his arms.
She whacked his chest playfully but did not make any attempt to get down.
He carried her to the edge of the lake and placed her down.
She drifted towards the lakeside almost unconsciously and sat on the grass, hugging her legs close to her and smiling off into the distance.
She felt a cloth being draped over her shoulder and looked up to see Usui smiling down at her.
"You haven't answered my question," he reminded her as he sat down on the grass next to her.
"It's...different," she said and shrugged her shoulders, "It's kind of scary to be frank."
"Scary? How so?" he asked curiously.
"I'll be living with a perverted alien for the rest of my life," she teased.
He chuckled and lifted her up from her sitting position.
"I think you deserve a punishment for making me worry so much this morning," he whispered to her.
"Sorry," she muttered and pecked him lightly and the cheek.
"Apology accepted," he said and captured her lips, hugging her body close to his.
Her wedding had its ups and downs and it was definitely not perfect but hey, perfect weddings were overrated.
