Summery: "I should of fought for you." "So why didn't you?" "Same reason you didn't for me." They still had feelings for each other, but in the end, they can't be together for pride always gets in the way.


"Are we ever going to get married?"

"Will you stop asking me that? We're Seventeen for crying out loud."


She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her nerves as she starred into her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her long silver hair was tied in a messy pony tail, a white veil with a small, silver clip that resembled a tiara, a gift from her adopted father, holding it in place. Her red eyes were lightly coated with purple eye shadow and lined with black eye liner, making the irises stand out more while her lips were coated with pink lipstick. On her neck was a sapphire necklace that she got as a gift, while matching earrings that she borrowed from her friend.


"I want a mix wedding," She said, ignoring him. "A traditional Chinese one, but also with Catholic traditions."

"My family won't approve of that," He said frowning, though the amused glint in his eyes betrayed how he felt. "Anything else while we're on this observed subject?"

"Yes actually. I want to wear a red kimono, because red is a good luck colour."


And lastly, her dress.

It was white of course, and fitted her body perfectly. It had sleeves that stopped two inches from her wrist. The torso of the dress reminded her of heart, with lace covering it. The skirt flowed neatly to the floor, not too puffy, but not slim either.

There was a knock at the door and in came a girl with blonde hair that reatched the middle of her back. She wore a dark purple bridesmaid dress that had one shoulder strap and stopped just over her knees.

"Jeanne, it's almost time," Anna Kyoyama told her.

"Okay," Jeanne said, looking around. "Um, do you know where-"

"Right here," Anna picked up the bouquet that was on the table in the small room.

"Thank you," Jeanne reatched for it and was startled when Anna grabbed her wrist.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" She asked, her voice serious.

"Of course I do," Jeanne frowned. "I love him."


"Your so annoying!" she snapped.

"And your not?" He snapped back.

"Men should be respectful to women."

"I hope you don't mean yourself because you could still pass for a twelve year old."

"Shut up!" She covered her mouth, shocked. She had never told someone to shut up, no matter how angry she got.

"What do you know, Miss Manners can actually say mean things."


Anna's eyes searched Jeanne's before sighing and letting go.

"If it's what you want, I won't stop you," she said.

"Your just doing your job as my Maid of Honour," Jeanne smiled. "But please don't worry. It's been three years, I can't wait forever."

Anna didn't say anything. After helping Jeanne with a few last minute things she said, "I'll go double check everything before you come. Marco will be there to walk you down the aisle.

"Right," Jeanne nodded. "Um Anna, Is he-Is he here now?"

"Yeah," Anna nodded. "He got here ten minutes ago."

"I-I see," Jeanne nodded, taking another deep breath. "Okay I'm ready."


"Today's the day," A man with long, dark almost black purple hair muttered under his breath.

He looked t his reflection in the mirror, noting the dark circles that had started to form under his eyes from the lack of sleep he'd gotten the past few weeks. His black tux looked right at home on his body, making him look like a business man.


"You look handsome in tux's, you should were them more," She said, helping him with his tie.

"I can do it myself," he moved away, fixing it.

"Don't be grumpy, it's prom!"

"I'm only going because if I said 'no' you would start crying."

"Would not," she pouted but then smile. "Thank you though, for taking me."

"Whatever."


The door opened and in walked a girl with long blue hair in a high ponytail, and wearing a dark purple dress and matching necklace.

"Well don't you look handsome," Pirika said, smiling. "Time to go."

"Don't you knock?" he muttered.

"Oh shush. Now let's go, you should see what Jeanne looks like Ren, she's really-"

"Pirika," Ren snapped, startling her.

"Um, sorry," she said, frowning. Tugging on his arm, she pulled him out of the room.


"The wedding's coming up fast."

"Yeah…"

"Not regretting your decision are you?"

"No, there's nothing to regret."


Before he knew it, he was standing at the end of the walk way.


Before she knew it she was taking his hand.

She looked at him.


He looked at her before turning away.

"Do you, Jeanne D'arc-


She looked away as the priest said, "Do you Jeanne D'arc take this man as your lawfully wedded husband.

"I-I do," she hated how her voice faltered for that second."


He looked back at her as he heard the hesitance in her voice. The first time he's ever heard it falter.


"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"I love you," She said quietly, smiling in the dark. "I trust you, I wouldn't go on with this if I didn't."


"And do you, Lyserg Diethel take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"You may now kiss the bride."


Part 2 coming soon…