It had been nearly a month since my proposal and it seemed things had gone back to normal. It was almost the end of February now, and Sakura was hoping for a wedding in the fall. She had allowed Tomoyo and Yukito to do most of the wedding planning and it was a given that Tomoyo was hand making Sakura's dress and my tux. It took me back to when Sakura and I worked together to seal the Hope Card. While lost in the wonderful thoughts of our past I didn't sense her coming up behind me until it was too late. Two small hands enveloped my sight and a small giggle I knew all too well was heard in my ear. "Guess who?" That sweet sing song voice rang in my head for a moment as a bright smile formed on my face. "It's my Cherry Blossom."
I turned at that moment, wrapping my one arm around her waist to pull her in close. "You're early." That was all I could say at the moment, not wanting to spoil my surprise. The less speaking I did, the better the end result would be for both of us. "Yes, I know I'm early. My boss let me out because she didn't really need the extra hands." She was smiling so brightly that I almost spilled the beans right then and there! Luckily I had a reason to look away from those alluring Emerald hues, because just a moment later Tomoyo and Yuki came running up to us. Tomoyo looked like she was carrying some sort of light colored fabric while Yuki was lugging around a large book. They pulled us apart, boys going one way and girls going the other.
At that moment I almost wanted to scream at them, but my surprise could wait until later. "Um… Yukito, what's going on?" I asked curiously as the last of Sakura disappeared behind a building and I trudged along like a moping puppy with the man. "Oh, don't look like that Shoa! This is very important. I'm going to let you pick the place of ceremony!" The bushy head man said cheerfully, and for some reason his cheer rubbed right off on me and a bright smile returned to my face. "Oh yeah? What are the choices? Is that why you have that big book?" So many questions without giving him a chance to answer, but I knew he wouldn't mind at all. He just nodded and moved me over to a bench where we both took a seat.
"This place is what Tomoyo and I were thinking, but I want you to make the final decision on it." He pointed to a picture of a beautiful park with large Sakura trees and flowers growing everywhere the eye could see. I couldn't help but let my smile widen as I looked at it. "This place is perfect. Where is it?" I asked curiously before Yuki slapped the book closed with a confident smile on his features. "Smack dab in the middle of Tokyo." He stated simply and that caused me to blink a few times. "Really?" Is all I could say because Tokyo seemed like nothing but a large industrial city. He rose from his seat and I followed suit before we both walked off toward where the girls had gone. While on out way there, Yuki was explaining to me that Tomoyo was trying to find the perfect color that would fit both of us so we could match as we stood at the alter, and walked down the isle and all. All this talking of the wedding had my heart pounding right out of my chest with excitement and worry.
When we arrived at the building I noticed it immediately as the thread and Needle, a shop for any sewing need! Of course, this isn't how Tomoyo usually did it, she just ordered everything off-line, but she wanted a first hand look at everything before she bought anything. Sometimes I felt that she was a woman who was too smart for her own good. As I looked through the glass sliding doors I spotted my Cherry Blossom and her best friend/wedding planner/dress maker Tomoyo looking at a light shade of pink. If it wouldn't hurt my pride as a man I would have agreed to that color, but as it were, it was a big no-no. They caught me watching and Sakura ran out to meet with me, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside. "I was just telling Tomoyo that pink would not work for you at all, so what do you think about this?" She asked cheerfully as I just nodded in agreement to what she had said about the pink. Soon I was staring at a light yellow color, canary.
My eyes scanned it for a long moment as I analyzed the color thoroughly. It was not too masculine and not too feminine at the same time. It seemed almost perfect as I looked up at her with a smile and nodded. "Yeah, this color is perfect." And this was only the beginning of a big and wonderful moment in my life.