003. Cry

Larxene stood at the altar, next to her pink-haired friend. She wore an elegant, if low-cut, black dress. Her thin-heeled, pointy toed black boots help her cut an even more impressive figure. She smirked as her friend continued to fidget. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around, looking at her with eyebrows scrunched in nervousness.

"I don't think Vexen would appreciate your spewing all over his suit. Relax, it's what you want isn't it?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Then think about that. I don't see what you're getting so worked up over."

The organ started playing and, from the door of the church, came the blond scientist, looking sharp in his black suit, black shirt, and green tie. He had a purple water lily in his buttonhole. He had his long hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. His face was free of its usual frown, and a light smile played on his lips.

When he reached the alter Marluxia grasped his hand and they held on tight through out the entire service.

"That was a nice, conventional wedding, not exactly what I expected of them, you know?" Naminé commented conversationally, as she came to stand next to Larxene as they watched the happy couple run down the aisle. The older girl didn't reply, and she looked up at her. She was biting her lips, and her eyebrows were drawn together. Most shockingly, her eyes were wet.

"Lark, why?"

"Allergic to his stupid perfume..." came the half-choking reply. Naminé just smiled softly, and took her hand, squeezing it tight.

Author Note: Poor Lark, she's such a bleeding heart, somewhere... deep, deep inside... maybe. P: Yea yea, you're all going to have to deal with Marluxia/Vexen from me. I don't want to hear it. (Well, actually, I'm so desperate for feedback that, yes, yes I do want to hear it. I'm a pathetic comment-starved little writer. Pity me?) Ach, I'm a fan of lilies, despite their being the "flower of death" (I'm half-hoping those are only the white ones...) Anyway. If you pump "purple water lily" through google images, you can see what they look like. (They really are pretty.)