A/N: I am overwhelmed by the positive replies I have gotten so far on this fic. I never thought that this little drabble of mine would get five reviews in the first couple of days.
Oh, and before I forget, this is one is a little OOC, and I should have you know that it is my own twist, since I can't imagine that these two would have it any other way.
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Drabble Four
Union
The audience all knew that the pair wasn't big on tradition.
It really wasn't any surprise that it continued until today.
After all, not many people had their weddings in their underground training room, the only decoration potted plants and a few rows of misatched chairs, albeit painted white.
Amoung the guests were a few select friends from Soul Society, including Soifon, though she was still out for the grooms blood. Kyoraku and Ukitake, along with Unohana, were already seated, Kyoraku having already found a bottle of sake and was contendedly sipping it as he chattered animatedly at Byakuya, who was attempting to ignore the drunkard.
Ichigo, Rukia, Uryuu, Sado, and Orihime were also in their own small group, Uryuu having designed each of the mens special tuxedos and the womens dresses.
Ichigo was wearing a dark blue tuxedo with a pale orange tie underneath, nearly the same shade of his hair.
Rukia, being his date, was similarily dressed, with a dark blue dress that hugged her petite form and hung just past her knees, paired with a pair of low dark blue heels, also designed by Uryuu. A snow white orchid was woven through her updo bangs and side bun, the white standing out and accenting her eyes.
Sado was wearing a more complicated tuxedo, the hems of the sleeves embroidered with gold, his tie a match that accented his medallion.
Orihime was a vision in a strapless pale pink dress, her hair swept up in a gentle bun, long strands falling around her face. A matching pair of heels laced up her ankles, the dress ending just before the laces began.
Uryuu was dressed in the usual white and pale blue of the Quincy, his glasses in their usual place and his face neutral.
Renji, Nanao, Hisagi, Matsumoto, and Kira were considered the odd ones out, as Renji and Nanao had come with their Captains, the other three tagging along with Renji.
Soifon disappeared up into the shop where the bride was getting ready, her skin tight yellow dress and bare feet creating quite the stir. It was only a few minutes later when she came back down and gave a quick order to "Get to your seats!"
Ichigo and his group, along with Byakuya and Renji, were seated in the front row, Ichigo wondering how the hell the two had managed to get to this point. Sure, he knew they had been together for years, but to finally get to this point...was insanity.
But that was just Ichigo.
And then Urahara appeared, wearing a black tuxedo and a green tie that matched his usual attire of an army green haori, and took his place at the front of the small crowd. Amazingly, there was no sign of his typical white fan, although his grin was the same as always.
It wasn't long before Yoruichi appeared, and then everything stopped dead.
Sure, Ichigo knew Yoruichi had...assets...but the woman in the white silk kimono was definitely unexpected.
The smooth fabric fell down her lithe form like a river, ending at her thighs loose hakama underneath. White silk slippers decorated her feet, and she stepped light as a cat as she stepped forward.
The ceremony was simple. With great patience, Isshin bound the two together by a wrist each, a single crimson ribbon wound loosely around before being knotted twice.
"You may now kiss the bride." he smiled.
Without any warning, she leapt, straddling him with her long legs crossed behind his torso, wrapped her available arm around his neck, and crushed her lips against his own, demanding dominance and gaining it within moments. When they finally broke apart, she grinned at him cheekily and kissed him again, earning a few catcalls and applause from their audience.
"I thought you were the bride." Urahara protested, earning a few more chuckles.
"Too slow." she replied with another kiss.
