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Author's Notes: Dude, this chapter just went on and on. And about the wedding plans, I'm not about to marry off anyone under twenty-five, don't worry. The first part, I'm still not sure about. I don't know, I like it in a shippy sense but yeah, just read it and judge for yoruself. Thanks so much to those who reviewed: facadephazzad (Yay for ToFuu indeed! Thank you!), MunlytAngel01 (Oh wow, I lurve your fic. Weddings are always fun, yo, just read on), kyrenesidheg (Aww, love, thankies!), loujane14 (yes, they will all be in Tokiya's POV. I prefer it over an omniscient POV or multiple person POV as I think this type leaves a lot more mystery and you have no clue what other people are going to do next), obsessed dreamer (I did not want to write him off as a complete jerk. He seemed to have mellowed a lot ever since we first saw him, so I'm trying to build from that character. He still possesses a caustic tongue though. It's that searing wit that attracted Fuuko in the first place winks), sempai-sama (Thank you! Glad to hear you enjoyed it!), malo (here you go! updated!). Again, this baby was written on wordpad because I still cannot install MS Office on my practically useless laptop. So any errors of the grammatical kind, my fault completely. Which I hate, I just read the previous chapters and I wanted to cringe at all the errors. Grr. Arrgh. THANKS FOR READING IN ADVANCE! AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!

Chapter Three: Daytripper

"Look what the cat dragged in!" Fuuko said in an annoyingly cheerful manner.

"Some neophyte took my table," he announced and sat on the chair across hers with aplomb.

It was a strange sight indeed as Tokiya Mikagami just willingly (read: no need for coercion, finger waving, bribery, death threats, goading or arm-twisting) sat on the same table as Fuuko Kirisawa, a girl he once proclaimed positively horrid. Not to mention that it was during lunch, wherein actual, breathing and living human beings could see them.

"Do you want me to pull his spleen out through his nose for you?" she asked mouth wrapped around a succulent apple.

"Your imagination astounds me."

"Well do you? Cause I totally can."

"Are you trying to tell me you want me to leave?"

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"Whatever gave you the impression that I can read minds? Am I wearing a turban and lugging around a crystal ball?"

"That'd be a vast improvement from that extended mop you call hair and that anvil you have launched up your behind."

"This conversation is stupid Kirisawa."

"You're responsible for half of it Mikagami."

He smiled.

She smiled.

That's it, the girl is a miracle worker.

But as bubbles go, the moment easily burst.

"Mikagami-sempai?" exclaimed Yanagi.

Recca followed suit using some form of archaic language involving lots of shouting and senseless arm-waving.

"It's a pleasure seeing you as well, sea monkey," Tokiya said with his stoic norm.

Recca had a dangerously livid expression on his face, his fists ready to pounce.

"Tokiya, Recca and I are just...not quite used to you sitting with us," Yanagi intercepted and gave him a warm smile.

"Especially since he's threatened us time and time again that he'll use our skin as winter coats if we ever speak to him in public. Man, you need therapy," Fuuko said as if she was just mentioning that one time he bought a pie and ate it.

Tokiya flashed her a warning look.

"What? You totally did!" she said defensively and added as an afterthought, "and you totally do, about therapy, I mean." Then she picked up her apple and bit into it as if she had not just said something deliberately hurtful.

"It's obvious then that I'm not welcome here," he said and made a move to leave.

Yanagi and Recca remained stock still, not quite sure what to do (or what just went on for that matter) but Fuuko was quick on the uptake. In one motion she leaped from her chair, crossed over the table and sat Tokiya down by jumping her rump on his lap.

Tokiya took a moment to catch on on her plan. He almost lost his balance and immediately grabbed the nearest thing to steady himself. Which just so happened to be Fuuko's waist.

"Gah, Mi-chan, I had no idea you were such a frigging girl! I was just teasing," she admonished him, emphasizing each word by poking his chest with her pointer finger.

"Will you stop that! That's going to leave a bruise!" he screamed at her though his arms were now settled comfortably around her hips.

"How would you like me to leave a bruise on your pretty little nose?" she screamed back with more force as she grabbed him by the collar.

"I'd like to see you try!" Tokiya shouted with complete vitriol. Except one hand slowly and instinctively crept up her side, just underneath the base of her breast.

Recca watched the scene with eyes bulging out of his sockets so much that Yanagi feared she might actually have to push them back in. "Hime, have we entered another dimension?"

At hearing this Tokiya was suddenly aware of where Fuuko was sitting and what his hands were almost touching. In front of Recca and Yanagi. Oh who bloody cares about those two, they were in the middle of the effing cafeteria! Without thought, he pulled his hands away from her body and Fuuko immediately fell, butt first, on the cold, tiled cafeteria floor with a reverberating thump.

Recca was about to laugh but Yanagi quickly clamped her hand over his mouth.

Tokiya's eyes widened and within a second he was on his feet although it seemed he wasn't quite sure what to do next. No one had ever seen the arctic prince quite this flustered. Well, it's not like anyone ever saw Mikagami commit this huge a faux pas everyday.

"Way to make a girl feel special, Mikagami," Fuuko groaned as she shifted to her side and rubbed her bum.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"Why don't I drop you on your arse and you can answer that question yourself," she said with an almost cruel sneer on her face.

"I'm really sorry, Kirisawa."

He proffered a hand at her. She harrumphed disapprovingly but took it anyway. By the time she was on her feet, Fuuko was clutching her stomach and was doubled over with laughter. Tokiya seemed neither impressed nor insulted but one cannot mistake the slight twinkle in his eye.

At that moment Domon came ambling down from the cafeteria line, up to his neck with chips and sandwiches.

"What did I miss?" he asked cheerily.

Recca shrugged. "Nothing out of the ordinary. It's quite a boring lunch, really."

Tokiya stepped out of the school gates at precisely 4:08 in the afternoon and just as he had expected Fuuko was already there. Somewhere along the way, the girl had become a constant in his life. He drew closer and noticed that she was not alone. There, whispering and giggling along with the purple haired girl, was Yanagi Sakoshita. Tokiya couldn't help a smile from forming on his face. It would appear they had made up.

"Good afternoon," he greeted the girls evenly.

"Hey!" she greeted back. Her arm immediately linked itself around his. Tokiya tried to stop himself from flushing red. He reminded himself that this was normal, she did this a thousand times before and it never bothered him, no need to act like a schoolboy with a crush.

Tokiya stiffened, holy crap, he was in fact a schoolboy with a crush. On Kirisawa. Satan? Hell just froze over.

"Mikagami-sempai," Yanagi greeted with a small wave of her hand, "I'm going to steal Fuuko-san from you today. We're going to the Sui Bridal Shop in Second Avenue. We're scheduled for fitting this afternoon."

There was something suggestive in Yanagi's tone that Tokiya chose to ignore. "Fitting?" he inquired, eyes blinking stupidly.

Fuuko bapped the back of his head impatiently. "For Miss Neon and Mister Joker's wedding. Yanagi and I are bridesmaids. We were just talking about it earlier, fool. Do you have short term memorly loss or something?"

Tokiya sneered at her. "I have more important things to do than listen to your frivolous and mindless blather!"

Yanagi intercepted again, wishing to stop the brewing argument, "Would you like to come with us Tokiya? Ganko, Domon and Recca-kun are coming as well. It should be fun."

Tokiya was about to deny the invitation when Fuuko butted in for him. "He won't come, it's not like he ever does. And besides he's still trying to convince everyone that he's not gay so it really wouldn't be a good idea to be spotted at a bridal shop."

Tokiya only raised an eyebrow and calmly said. "Actually, Sui Bridal Shop also offers Men's apparel. I was thinking of getting a new suit for the wedding next month, I suppose now would be a good time as ever to accomplish that."

Fuuko's jaw dropped and Yanagi squealed in delight.

"That's great Tokiya! You guys wait here while I go look for Domon and Recca so we can go ahead! We still have to pick Ganko up from primary school on the way!" Yanagi exclaimed before bouncing away.

Tokiya was watching her retreating back when he felt a forceful punch land on his arm. "Was that really necessary?"

The girl had a scowl on her face that erased any form of vulnerability he might've noticed before. "You did that just to spite me!"

"My world does not revolve around you," he said matter-of-factly.

"I hate you."

"How come whenever I do something you actually want me to do, we end up fighting?" he hissed.

She turned her face angrily away. "Because you did it just to contradict me!"

He sighed. "Even so. I just don't like it when people speak in my behalf. But now that we're here, I guess I really do want to go."

She spied a look at him and there was nothing on his face that said he was lying. She grinned slyly. "Can I speak in quarter of you then?"

"No."

"Are you testing my fractions?"

"Are we going to start this again?"

She smirked. "Admit it, you enjoy this."

He rolled his eyes at her but said lowly, "Maybe a little."

Tokiya rapped impatiently on the cream coloured door of the Sui Bridal shop fitting room. He had no idea why Yanagi delegated him to check on her. He was sure Domon would've been more than happy to fulfill the job.

"Kirisawa, are you going to come out there or shall I knock the door down for you?" he asked testily.

"Noooo!"

"It can't be that bad," he said.

He turned to his left. Yanagi was in the middle of the room standing on small circular platform. Two people, the designer and his assistant, were fussing over her. She was wearing her bridesmaid's gown. It was a silk tube dress in the deepest shade of red. It was tasteful and elegant and it made Yanagi truly look like a princess. No frills, just simple lines and thanfully uncharacteristic of the usual bridesmaid's dress. He assumed all the bridesmaids would be wearing the same thing so he had no idea what the hell Fuuko's problem is.

"Everyone is eventually going to see you in that dress so you might as well come out," he tried to assure her.

He could hear shuffling feet coupled with groans and curses from behind the threshold. "You have to promise me you won't laugh!"

"Do I ever?"

She thought a moment before speaking, "Then promise me there won't be mocking of any sort."

"Kirisawa you're being ridiculous," he replied irately.

"Promise!" she sqeaked.

"Fine, I promise!"

Tokiya heard the knob turn and he went to sit on the settee in front of the door, as if preparing himself for her launching. She shyly peeked her head through the door, took a deep breath before fully pulling it open and stepping out of the enclosed space. To an outsider it might seem that he looked at her with indifference, but reading his mind would prove otherwise, because Fuuko Kirisawa took his breath away.

It was the same design as Yanagi's, but it looked so different on Fuuko. It hugged her curves to a T, accentuating each and every scandalous slope of her form. The deep red looked like a sea of blood against her alabaster skin. Her hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail but it still wasn't long enough to keep everything in place. A few purple tendrils framed her face making her look like she had just had a slight tumble in bed. She looked delectable and it was all he could do not to push her back inside the fitting room and ravish her until they were both sated.

"Oh my God! It is that horrible!" she cried, soft red lips pouting downwards.

"Kirisawa, you're delusional. You look absolutely heavenly," he breathed.

But she was too caught up in her own worries and his generous compliment escaped her ears.

"I look like a whore!" she screamed. "It's because of these things! They're too big!" She lifted her arms and encased both round breasts in her hands, just in case he didn't know what she was referring to.

"Kirisawa, please do not grope yourself in public."

She let go of her breasts but did not seem to be embarassed at her previous display. Instead she slumped to the floor and buried her eyes brimming with tears in her arms.

Tokiya swore to himself. A crying Fuuko was not something he saw everyday. She slumped to the floor and buried her eyes, brimming with tears, in her arms.

He stepped closer and bent down. He gripped her by the elbows and pulled her up to standing position, the top of her head levelled with his chin.

"Kirisawa," he said, his voice trying to will her to look at him.

She only bawled louder.

"Will you stop crying? You're starting to piss me off." He spoke in such a commanding low rumble much like a roaring thunder hidden beneath dark clouds that Fuuko could not help but raise her eyes and stare at him with pure anxiety written on her face.

"You know I have never said anything to make you feel better, right?"

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion but nodded slowly.

"Then trust me when I tell you that you look lovely in your gown," he said evenly.

Fuuko sniffed quietly. "Really?"

Tokiya smirked at her as he pulled a hanky from his pocket and gently wiped the tears in her eyes. "I have insulted, maligned, threatened, befouled, flouted and been downright churlish to you, but have I ever lied to you?"

Tokiya never thought he could garner so much contentment in making her smile until that moment.

"That's a nice thing to say," she said, purple eyes looking straight up at his baby blues.

"I didn't say it to be nice," he replied, hoping she did not notice the slight jump in his tone. His hands were still on her elbows and they were itching to climb up to her arms.

She laughed as she lowered her eyes and for the first time noticed that he was wearing a red silk tie.

"Nice suit, Mi-chan," Fuuko commented as she gently fiddled the tie between her fingers.

"You approve?"

She nodded. "Although..." She reached up, both hands busying themselves with his tie. "Someone should teach you how to knot this properly. There."

He didn't know when or how it happened but his hands found themselves resting on her waist. She gently patted her handiwork before settling her hands on his shoulders. That's it, he was never taking this suit off. She looked up at him and gave him a cheery grin, seemingly oblivious to how close they were standing. So close that if he just bent his down a couple of inches he could kiss her...

Click!

Fuuko immediately jumped away from his arms at the sudden intrusion and her eyes strained to find the source of the flash. She did not have to look too long as they found Yanagi on the other side of the aisle, smiling impishly and waving a small digital camera at them.

"I'm sorry, you two made such a lovely picture I couldn't help but capture a shot," she said, the jovial tone in her voice indicating she was anything but sorry.

Damn it, she knew. Was he really that obvious? More importantly, was she going to tell everyone? He had always held Yanagi on a pedestal but he never denied the fact that the girl had no sense of discretion and was an unaplogetic blabber mouth.

"Eeee! I wanna see! I wanna see!"

Thankfully the girl in question was as dense and thick as the Great Wall. Fuuko bounded to Yanagi's side and peered through her shoulders as the healer pushed at various buttons on her camera.

Tokiya buried his face in his palms. Of all girls to like, it just had to be the monkey. He really did makes things difficult for himself.

After nearly two hours at the bridal shop, they were finally leaving. They had a bit of problem with Ganko as the usually agreeable blond refused to get out of her flower girl dress, a pink, puffy and frilly piece that only came up to mid-calf. She looked very pretty in it indeed. She finally relented after the teenagers agreed that they will let her keep the flower wreath on her head and buy her a Happy Meal.

In just a couple of minutes (the nearest McDonald's was just around the corner), Team Hokage found themselves inside the red and yellow establishment, with an excited Ganko who was piggyback riding on Domon, pointing to all items that she wanted to consume. Apparently, Fuuko's appetite was contagious.

"Congratulations, Kirisawa, Ganko's going to grow up fat," he said callously as the rest of their party hurdled towards the counter.

He received a blunt smack to his head. "You are so mean!"

"I was just saying, as her big sister, you should teach her the value of control!" he snippily replied.

"Well, you could've just said that jackass!" She about faced, muttering something about inconsiderate popsicles, and joined the rest of Team Hokage, leaving Tokiya feeling rather ashamed. He was acting like the kind of boy who threw mud at girls he liked. Congratulations, Mikagami, you have the emotional maturity of a six year old.

By the time he got his order the rest of his teammates had already found a table. Fuuko chose to sit between Ganko and Yanagi and Tokiya was left with no choice but take the place next to Recca. He grunted as if he'd just been done the greatest injustice.

The moment his bottom met the chair Yanagi had the sudden urge to test her plotting skills. "Tokiya, can we switch places? I want to sit beside Recca."

Tokiya shifted apprehensively.

Domon interjected, "I'll switch places with you!" Seems the gorilla still had some infatuation left for his Fuuko. Er, he meant Fuuko, not his Fuuko.

Yanagi quickly aborted Domon's intent. "No, no, no!" she started rather forcefully before remembering herself. "I meant I want to sit on Recca's left."

The chunk of muscles raised his eyebrows suspiciously and watched Tokiya concede to the request. He wordlessly stood up and moved to the other side of the table as Yanagi eagerly took his seat.

"Wow, she got you whipped," Fuuko whispered to him with a snicker as he took the seat next to her. Kami, was she a dense monkey or what?

"You're an idiot," he simply replied.

She scowled at him before taking a piece of french fry from his tray and swallowing it whole.

"You have your own fries," he said as he watched her take another.

"True, but it tastes better when you're the one paying for it," she said with a wink.

Yanagi stifled a small giggle and when they turned to look at her she hid her face behind Recca's arm.

Fuuko smirked. "Oy, Yanagi-chan, you're acting awfully flighty today."

"Hey! Did you just insult my Hime?" Recca suddenly erupted. Yanagi held onto his arm as if to pacify him.

"Shut up Hanabishi! What's between us is between us!" Fuuko retaliated immediately.

Tokiya groaned, does her IQ drop to two digits whenever she talked to Recca?

"Bah! You can't talk to my Hime like that you ugly cow!"

Fuuko stilled and everyone stopped mid-chew. Tokiya imagined there was a red sign above them flashing "FORBIDDEN WORD! FORBIDDEN WORD YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"

In a flash Fuuko leaped from her seat and lunged towards Recca. They fell in a heap of arms and limbs on the floor. He could hear Fuuko screaming, "What did you call me!" between distinct sounds of punching, strangling and kicking.

Everyone, even Yanagi, continued eating as if there weren't two fully grown teenagers in rumpus on the floor of a McDonald's joint. Tokiya thought he should be embarassed by the people he associated with. Well he was. But there was that other niggling feeling; the one where he wanted to join their brawl and punch the lights out of the ninja because, inadvertently or not, he was touching Fuuko in places that he simply should not.

At the thought, Tokiya felt his stomach drop two inches. This was bad.

The three of them walked on in silence. Actually, two of them were walking and Ganko was soundly snoring on Fuuko's shoulder. He had offered to carry the little girl home but she only wanted Fuuko.

When they reached the red gates of the Kirisawa residence, Ganko stirred lightly.

"We're home, love," Fuuko gently whispered to her adopted sister.

Ganko lifted her head a teensy bit and turned to Tokiya. "Good night, Tokiya-niisan."

Fuuko was about to say her goodbye when Ganko added, eyes half-lidded, "I want to give Tokiya a good night kiss but am too tired. Will you give it to him for me, Fuuko-neechan?"

Tokiya was practically catatonic. Fuuko only rolled her eyes at him. "God, Mi-chan, I don't have cooties."

Fuuko stepped closer and pulled him down by the hair. She placed her lips on his cheek and left a lingering kiss, ending it with a loud smacking noise. "Mwah! Good night Mi-chan!"

She turned away from him and walked back inside the gates as if nothing had happened.

Tokiya could not wipe the grin of his face as he continued his way home. It was a good night indeed.

A/N: Next chapter, still not the wedding, wedding is built up in my head. More ToFuu-ish moments including a triangle-esque sequence. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! Please? (I have no clue when I started becoming such a review whore.)