Chapter Nine:

As the weeks flew by, Spring turned to Summer, and Summer faded into Fall. Yuki and I had finally set a date, Halloween.

"But Yuki... you promised we'd go to America!" I whined as I tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. He ignored my pleas and continued to look through a tuxedo catalog.

"You know your English isn't very good, and Kyoto isn't as far away..."

I pouted and crossed my arms across my chest, "As long as Tatsuha doesn't preform the ceremony." I had yet to tell Yuki of what Tatsuha did to me, and I didn't really plan to until we were settled together happily and i knew Yuki would never leave me for such a stupid mistake. Yuki only laughed and rustled my pink hair.

"Only on one condition, Shu-chan." He smirked evilly and tossed a bridal magazine at me.

"I'm not wearing a dress!" I yelled, throwing the magazine right back at him. "I don't like wearing them! They're for girls!"

"How many times have you dressed like a girl for me? Nd now you won't even wear one silly dress for our wedding." He faked a disappointed sigh and closed the catalog. " I guess you don't want to get married.. That's fine with me. Plenty of other women would be glad to fill your shoes right now, but they only want my money or body... you're just plain weird compared to them, Shuichi..."

I gasped and grabbed the book back quickly. "What? No! Fine... I'll wear your dumb dress... But I'm not going to let you see it, and you have to pay for it." I smiled triumphantly.

"Fine..." I knew he had won. He didn't want his father to really know he was marrying a guy, he thought I was Ayaka that one time, what was stopping the nut case from thinking I was a girl again?

"But Mom, you and Dad have to come!" I yelled at the phone. My mother just HAD to protest my marriage. "It's my wedding!"

"I just don't like the idea of you marrying a guy... Couldn't you be normal like your sister, Maiko?! I raised you both the same!" My mom cried on the other end. She could be way over dramatic sometimes.

"Please, Mom... You HAVE got to be there. Dad has to give me away..."

"What?! Not only is my only son in a homosexual relationship, he's the woman?! This isn't happening to me! Who is it that's taking my baby from me?! Some guy from your damn band most likely..."

"No..." I sighed, "Actually, mom... It's.. well... His name is Eiri Yuki." The phone went silent for a few minutes. I was wondering if I made the right choice in telling her, well she should have already known from the paparazzi. "Uhh... Mo--"

"E-Eiri Yuki-san?! My son is marrying The Eiri Yuki-san?!"

"Mom, I've been his lover err.. dating him, for over a year.. Don't you watch the news?"

"I try not to watch things ruining my baby's reputation..." I could hear squealing and other chatting in the background.

"I'll send you three invitations, one for you, one for dad, and one for Maiko..."

"No, you should send more..."

My eyes widened, "How many people have you told?! The whole neighborhood?!"

"Of course not! Only a few friends.. Maiko'll need a few as well.. She'll be ecstatic when she finds out!" She said happily.

"I wonder if they'll believe you all died..." I muttered under my breath. "okay, Mom, so how many do you need?" I had a notebook in my lap that I had to write down how many invitations I had to make.

"I think 250 would do nicely..." She said casually, meaning it.

I laughed, "Yea, right, Mom... I bet you could get plenty of Yen for one on E-bay, couldn't you?" I scoffed. "The most you're going to get is 50, and it's only for family members... I don't want to see rabid fan girls at my wedding..."

Mom huffed, "Fine... but I want to tape it."

"As long as it doesn't reach public view. I'll come by after we make 'em. Love you mom!" I exclaimed mirthfully into the phone before cradling it back and bounding to Yuki. "Yuki!! I have my count for our wedding!!" I yelled, running right up to the couch he was sitting on casually.

"You don't have to yell!" Yuki screamed at me. In one hand he held a can of beer, in the other, a butt of his cigarette. I watched as he lifted the can to his lips, sipping at the alcoholic beverage, before removing it and glancing up at me with his hypnotic golden orbs. "So, how many do you need?"

"Oh, about 150 for me, Yuki." I smiled down at him innocently. He only glared at me.

"150?! I said I wanted it to be small!" He yelled at me. "who are you inviting to it?!" He crushed his empty can easily in his large hand and he threw it towards me. I dodged it and jumped over the back of the couch to plop next to my lover.

"Hiro and his family, Suguru and his family, K-san and his family, Ryuichi-san, Noriko-chan and her family, and of course, my family!" I placed the notebook in my hands on the coffee-table in front of me as I snuggled closer to my love. "It's not really that many, Yuki. I could always make it an open ceremony, then the people count would be in the thousands."

Yuki could only sigh and shake his head slowly. "Yeah," he said, "I guess 150 IS better than over a thousand..." He casually draped his arm over my slim shoulders. "I know you'd rather have the larger group. Because you're just that strange, Shuichi..."

I smiled and snuggled even closer to him, nearly sitting in his lap. I placed a hand on his toned chest. "It could be as big or as small as ever. I'll be happy as long as I'm with you, Yuki."

"Man, You're picky." He laughed, kissing my cheek softly.

I turned my head so his lips brushed over mine. "I can't believe it, Yuki. In about a week, we're going to be Husband and... husband!" I exclaimed, happily pouncing on Yuki. "Can we have a costume party instead of a reception? Since it's on Halloween?" I hovered above him, my legs on each side of his hips.

"No, Shuichi..." I felt his hands on my sides, "Just no."

"But Yu-hu-ki!" I whined and pouted, grabbing his shirt while he still lay calmly under me.

"Shut up, stupid." Yuki growled as he pulled me close to his body. I gasped as I fell on top of him, losing the small bit of dominance I had, even if that was possible for me to obtain in the first place. Yuki's lips quickly possessed mine as we writhed together on the couch. It was funny how quickly our passion and need for each other overwhelmed us. We parted, only for a short time, to recollect the air our lungs both need so much. As our swollen, kiss bruised lips, crushed together once more, Yuki carefully lifted me into his arms bridal style. I continued to clasp onto his his silk shirt that covered my love as he walked us to the bedroom, our lips at a continuous lock. My slim fingers fumbled on the ivory buttons complimenting the indigo fabric.

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Dudes and dudettes that read my fanaticfiction, I am uber-supery-dupery sorry for taking too damn long typing this thing up, and it's not even the whole chapter, but seeing as I'm not uploading the icky versions, yet, I didn't need the rest, really. So, here you go, and don't forget to R&R, please.