Eight months after that, Haruhi is standing with her bridesmaids in the dress the twins made. It's a soft silhouette that reaches the floor, and thankfully not too poofy since they didn't even let her see it until today. emIt's calm considering the twins' preference for all things over the top/em. Ornate roses were embossed at sporadic intervals and sizes: even on the veil that is tacked onto her head by a small tiara-like comb that had the encrusted flower, frozen in crystal. Kaoru had shown it to her before placing the piece, inspired by the engagement ring that somehow reminded him of the flower. Those two were the only ones who knew what the dress looked like before that day as they blindfolded Haruhi for the live fittings, they were a great influence on the decorations. Though I knew roses were involved, this is...amazing. The flowers shimmered as they graced her form with their presence, glowing themselves.
Since her closest friends were the Hosts, she had their girlfriends and wives as her bridesmaids so they would be comfortable standing on Kyouya's side of the isle. Each of their dresses suited them individually in the same rosy shade. They move to put her makeup on, but the twins stop them, not wanting anyone closer to their masterpiece. Instead, they turned and put it on themselves, accenting her dark eyes with shimmering eyeshadow, lightly adding only a hint of color to her lips since she would likely just rub it off anyway.
The time comes for the twins to go line up with the others and her dad comes in, nearly crying. "Your mother would have loved to be here."
"Dad, we can't cry now, or the twins will take the dress, then kill me where I stood before going after you."
"You're right, you're right," he says, carefully dabbing the corners of my eyes while she holds them open widely before wiping his own. "You look lovely; Kyouya will love it."
"That's good at least." They smile and she grabs the bundle of pink and red buds meant for her before they are put in place and are cued. The wedding march popular in America plays. Why would the twins insisted in having an American style wedding anyway? The thought vanishes when she walks to the isle and into a dream. The room is soft with flowers in a blend of red, white, and pink. The looks down the aisle and her eyes lock onto Kyouya, dressed surprisingly in white as well while the rest of the groomsmen are in black.
Her father keeps her in pace as she steps over the pink and red petals to him. His hair stands out as a crisp onyx, the only other colour apart from the rosy tie and lapel flower. His black eyes are steadily trained onto her alone as she approaches. Ranka gives away his daughter, the ceremony continues, and the reception follows. "It feels like a dream," she confides in her new husband.
"If this is a dream, Mrs. Ootori, I hope I never wake up." They dance away on the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. The twins were having them go trough all of the typical American traditions they could think of: cutting the cake, (carefully!) feeding each other, linking arms while drinking, the dance, the clanking glasses, sitting at a wedding party table, and the garter belt (she was going to kill them for the embarrassment later) so far, later the bouquet throwing before they left.
In the limo after they left, she asked Kyouya about it all. "Why American?"
"That's out first stop. We have a month set aside for our honeymoon, so I'm going to go with you and go get your passport stamped for the many first times in that month. After we get back, we'll have already been moved into our new house together." The only thing that she can do hearing this is to smile. A month to have him completely to myself? That's the best! "I told Tamaki I was taking you to a cabin in Washington, but we will really be going to New Orleans in case he planned on tagging along. It's just you and me."
"Thank goodness." Haruhi leans forward and kisses him like she has wanted to for a while, and they start their new life as one Mr. and Mrs. Ootori.