"Where is it, where is it, where is it?" Kyo's voice actually expressed an emotion other than anger or lust as he was digging through the bag I'd brought. I was in the other room, and Aoi had asked a small errand of him. "Found it!"
When Kyo brought the item to Aoi, Aoi reached out and adjusted Kyo's shirt collar. "Remember, just this one day she's asking you to wear this. We need to look sharp." Kyo nodded.
Kai was helping the caterers set up. There was to be three different main dishes served, and Kai did everything to make sure the food was perfect. "How much cheesecake did you bring?"
The pastry chef turned to Kai. "I have three 24" X 36" pans of it. I hope that's enough."
Kai laughed. "That's way more than enough. You guys are awesome!"
Uruha talking to the lead singer of the house band he'd hired about where to set up. "Alright Taka, most people have a DJ set up at these kinds of events, but that just means we have a perfect little dance floor, and a raised area that the band can play on like a stage. It's right over here."
Ruki was sitting in the front pew; he was to be an usher, but since only those directly involved were there at this point, he was taking a breather. This mid-summer day was taking a toll on everyone, especially the two people this gathering was going to celebrate.
Reita was leaning forward. He was reapplying his eye makeup for the third time; he felt he could almost never be satisfied with it. Maya was in the room, and he couldn't help but laugh when he realized that Reita was putting on his makeup again. "You look fine; don't sweat it."
Reita grunted. "My hair's a mess. You wanna fix it for me?" At this, Maya sighed. It seemed Reita would never be content with how he looked today. Maya came to Reita's side, a can of hairspray in one hand and a bottle of sculpting gel in the other.
"No matter how nice your hair, makeup, and clothes look, if you let your stress and fear show through today, you're gonna look like crap. If you want to look decent, all you have to do is relax. Just breathe." Maya ran his hand through Reita's hair. "Besides, if you let this stress you out, then how are you going to stay awake for her tonight?" Maya giggled.
Miyavi was having a mild-mannered conversation for once, and it was with Reita's mother. She was and old yet strong and independent woman, her gray hair just a sign of all of her years of triumph and her eyes filled with joy and pride. "I can't believe he's finally getting hitched today," Miyavi said with his usual goofy grin. "I've known him for so many years; it just seems so crazy, but I love him and she's amazing."
Reita's mom nodded in agreement. "I remember Reita's father was always pushing for him to get married. But then he got lung cancer and the family was too preoccupied with that. I think if he were here now he would be proud of his son."
About a half an hour later, everyone else began arriving, and so Ruki had to get up and begin doing his job. Because I was already in my dress, I couldn't come out and make sure everything was running smoothly; I had to put my faith in them.
I was in my dressing room with Shou, Aoi, and Aiji. Aiji was adjusting my veil and kept saying to me over and over, "Just keep your composure, and everything will go well." He put a small barrette in my hair; he said it was his grandmother's and he wanted me to have good luck.
I was prepared, and just as I took one last deep breath, Kyo poked his head into the door. "It's time," he growled in a wicked voice, his grin being the only indication that this occasion was a happy one.
The ceremony itself was routine, but the most interesting events took place during the reception. I figured if there were any memories of the day I would remember, it would be from the reception.
While our house band, the Underneath was playing, I was introduced to Reita's family. Since I was so many miles from home, only my mother was at the event; I had disowned my father during my adolescent years, so I didn't even bother to invite him.
I happened to go for something to drink when I saw something I wasn't expecting. Saga and Uruha were dancing. Although the song was fast so most of their movements were mostly hip gyrations, it was the look in both men's eyes that held the same captivating expression as when true lovers slow dance. Seeing them reminded me why I was going through all of the stress that day.
We went through all of the usuals- the bride and groom dance, the tossing of the bouquet, the toast and cutting of the cake…we had to start shutting down at about midnight because some of the rockers were getting tipsy, since we did have an open bar going.
The rest of the GazettE drove Reita and me to a hotel. In the morning, we would be leaving on a trip to the Caribbean Islands. The boys carried Reita and me up to our hotel room, giggling and squealing the whole way. They threw us on the king size bed and, instead of leaving, they keep cheering for us to go at it. However, I wasn't going to attack my sweetheart with all of those eyes on us, so I took to teasing the members of the GazettE and throwing pillows at them until they scampered out of the hotel room.
Reita and I remained a happy married couple for many years. We never did bear children, although we did get a puppy and she lived to be seventeen years old. Over time, the GazettE's popularity as a band weaned, but after another ten years there was a full world tour. Money was never a problem since the band invested smartly.
Looking back upon these events, I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't left with the GazettE from Sir Read-A-Lot's that one day in January…