A/N: Wedding traditions will be a little different, because I couldn't imagine that a modern day wedding would match with this world.

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The sound of celebratory music filled the air. The sky was a clear blue, the waterfalls of the floating islands sparkling nicely in reflection to the sun. The earth below was admittedly a mess of debris from fallen buildings and rubble. However, with the man-power of the legendary Fanalis, a nice wide area of open space was cleared. Just the right amount of room for a marriage ceremony.

Everyone had put in their best effort and was prepared to finally sit down and party. To let loose a little. It was an opportunity for a much needed break from all of the hard work and stress they had been through.

After all, it was the first wedding ever since the world was about to be returned.

Sharrkan couldn't be prouder. He couldn't believe his cute little disciple was finally going to get married. He did have to admit that a part of him scorned Alibaba for settling down before him. A part of that spite was fueled from the memory of when the young king broke the news of his marriage to him.

His little, cute, idiotic disciple (with the support of Masrur) had almost forced him to an open, last-second proposal to Yamuraiha.

But somehow the magician had misinterpreted the confession of his (he had to admit, obvious) feelings and now thinks the King of Heliohapt was engaged.

Could you imagine his inner dismay? That the person he fell in love with thought that he was going to get married? The person he wanted to marry but hadn't confessed to yet already came to the conclusion that he was engaged?

How the hell can you even fix that problem?

Thinking back to it made the tan king's head hurt. He wasn't even sure how that stupid mage had reached that assumption, but he decided he would give up on solving that problem later. For now, he was standing at the front of the altar (though it was really just a slab of marble that was deemed holy by, as funny as it seems, the ex-magi Judar), waiting for the ceremony to begin any time now.

Six generals stood beside him on the right side of the altar, with their attendants, along with the ex-magis Titus and Judar and their former king candidates. On the left side were the other kings and queens of the other nations. Aladdin was promptly sitting with crossed legs on top of his old magic turban at the center of the stage, acting as the priest. Even though the young teen could handle flying well on his own, Sharrkan decided he must have pulled out his turban for old-times' sake (and quite possibly the aesthetic).

Everyone was dressed for the occasion, wearing slightly different outfits from their usual appearance for the special occasion. Everything was perfect.

Except one thing was missing.

Where the hell was Yamuraiha?

Sharrkan couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. Where could she have gone? Morgiana and Alibaba would walk up anytime now.

The sound of cheers brought him out of his thoughts. Speak of the devils. The couple walked through aisle, arm in arm. The crowds on either sides erupted in acclamation, their cries booming loudly. Alibaba was dressed formally but still in his style, his free arm rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Morgiana was smiling shyly, her long veil that draped all the way to her feet failing to cover her slightly flushed expression. The two were looking at each other, bashfully but clearly in love.

Sharrkan smiled. He was happy for them. But a muscle throbbed at his cheek. That stupid mag-

"Ack!" A thud against his back startled the king of Heliohapt, causing him to flinch. "Oww.. Sorry, Sharrkan. Aladdin taught me teleportation magic and I lost my balance."

His heart caught in his throat, already recognizing the familiar voice. Maintaining his cool he turned around, scowling. "You're late, you stupi-" His voice hitched and he inhaled swiftly. Yamuraiha stood, rubbing her forehead. Her signature hat was gone, letting her cool blue locks fall prettily around her. Her usual magician's fit was gone and she wore a pure white dress that hung just below her shoulders. The sleeves fell past her hands, a bit over-sized for style. The rest of the fabric wove around her body almost magically. It hugged her frame and revealed an open stomach, showing her slim figure and did her goddess-like body way too much justice, featuring her porcelain skin which was perfect and unscarred.

She looked up at him sheepishly, bright blue eyes meeting his yellow ones. "I had a hard time putting this on." She lifted her arm, the large sleeve still to big. Sharrkan wasn't even looking at her anymore. He had already turned to face front again. "Whatever, you water-freak. Pay attention, my cute disciple's already made it to Aladdin." He could already imagine her fuming at the insult, but she remained silent for the purpose of the wedding.

Meanwhile, he was having a hard time controlling his rapid beating heart and his flushed face.

What the fuck is that? Sharrkan pressed his lips together, flustered. Isn't she abnormally cute? Is she even human? Was it magic? Gah, I can't pay attention to anything now!

C'mon focus, Sharrkan. Alibaba's getting married. Don't let this oblivious magician get the best of you.

He turned his attention back to the altar, just in time to witness the vows. Aladdin was smiling, holding a cup of liquor in front of the two. "Do you two promise to always stay united as a couple and accept each other, strengths and flaws in all, through thick and thin? Fallen or not?"

Alibaba and Morgiana looked at each other one more time, both smiling. Together, they nodded.

"We do."

Aladdin grinned. "Then may the rukh connect you from this point on and for the rest of your lives."

He brought the chalice down to Alibaba, who drank first and then passed it to Morgiana. She brought the drink to her lips and brought it down again.

The massive crowd of people erupted in cheers, and Sharrkan found himself also yelling in celebration. "Cheers!" Alibaba exclaimed. "Let's party!"

The festivities began, dancers coming in to take over the marble platform. People began to bring out food and drinks, and the music changed from a sweet blessing to a fast beat that was easy to dance to. It was a party where everyone could finally let loose.

Sooner or later, Sharrkan found himself a nice place for himself amongst the party surrounded by alcohol and women, sitting comfortably next to the groom and his new wife. Sharrkan came to the conclusion that if he didn't distract himself and allowed himself to be near Yamuraiha in the current.. state she was in, he didn't know what he'd end up admitting. He drank and drank, ignoring the girls clinging to his tunic.

"That damne~d women." He slurred to Alibaba, holding his alcohol in the air. "How dare she seduce me like tha~t. All pretty 'n shit." He threw the liquor back. "Ne~h. Alibaba~ you aren't even listenin' to me, are ya'?! What a rude disciple you are~"

Alibaba also had had a fair amount to drink. One arm was lazily slung around Morgiana's shoulder, and he was busy rambling things of incoherence to her. The bride didn't give him so much as a glance and was busy eating dishes laid out before her (in courtesy of Masrur).

In response to his master, Alibaba gave him a lazy grin. "Sorry, master." He hiccuped. "I just can't get over my cute wifey." He rubbed his cheek against her's sloppily, clearly under the influence of the drink in his hand. Sharrkan gave him a pout. "You're making your poor master feel all lone~ly. Do you hear me? Lonely!"

Alibaba looked at him sheepishly. "Then, master. Go hang out with Miss Yamuraiha over there." He nodded towards a direction away from their table but soon turned his attention back to Morgiana.

Sharrkan looked up, drunkenly in the direction he had motioned to. "Hahh? Where?" His vision was a bit blurry from all the liquor he had consumed. A spot of blue caught his eye and he squinted to get a clearer image. Yamuraiha was sitting atop Aladdin's magic turban (though Aladdin himself was nowhere near) along with a muscular man who was draping his arm around her.

Sharrkan felt himself sober up at the sight. His sight cleared and his face tensed. The magician also had a drink in hand, and was clearly drunk. Not as drunk as he had seen before just a little influenced.. But not enough that she wasn't in control of herself or her surroundings.

He watched in dismay at the sight of her giggling at something the man was telling her. His eyes widened in horror as he watched him look at her hungrily and slowly creep his hand into the opening of her dress by her stomach.

Man, what the fuck.

The king of Heliohapt immediately stood up. Squeals of protest from the girls that were hanging on him didn't reach his ears and he marched through the crowd of people to get to where the blue-haired magician was perched.

She saw him before he reached her and she waved in welcome. "He~y, Sharrkan!" She gave him a lopsided smile that beamed way too brightly to not reach his heart.

He scowled at her, not letting her see his face. "What's wro~ng, Sharrky? Ne~h, answer me~."

"Oh yea~h. This guy here's, Beru~l-san. He-" Sharrkan cut her off, pulling her wrist gently but with force, bringing her off the turban into his arms. "Wha?! What are you doing, idiot!" Yamuraiha screamed in surprise, falling safely into his hold.

"Yeah, what're you-" Berul began to speak up but the dark glint in Sharrkan's eyes hushed him. "Scram." He said darkly.

Ignoring his desperate nods, Sharrkan turned on his heel, magician in tow, and began to walk away from the party. He ignored the shocked expressions from people in the crowd and started to make his way towards the direction of the make-shift building that housed the eight generals.

The beatings he was receiving on his chest brought him back to the problem in his hands. "You idiot! What are you doing?!" Yamuraiha shrieked, pounding his chest. "Put me down, right now."

The tone of her voice normally would have him doing her every wish and demand, but this time he glowered down at her. "No. What were you doing?" They reached a place safely away from the rest of the party. Sharrkan was having a decently hard time against the magician's struggles and finally decided on bringing them behind a piece of large rubble that granted them a nice, isolated place.

He was shoved away, and Yamuraiha jumped out of his arms. He staggered back, but didn't fall. He could feel his heated face, coated in a blush. His eyebrows were furrowed together in response to being upset seeing her with that man. He would have loved if he could play a poker face, but his emotions were too much of a mess to allow him to put it on.

"That is none of your business." Yamuraiha shouted. She was panting, her face also red. She had lost her drink along the way there during her fight to free herself from his hold. Tears welled up in her eyes. "And it's not like I was doing anything different from you, you dumbass swordsman."

She let out a sniffle and she brought her sleeve to wipe her face. Sharrkan's heart stopped. Her response was confusing. "Wait, what?"

She didn't answer, just letting out more sobs before finally peeking at him through her tears. "Stupid, Sharrkan. First you go ahead and decide to get married without telling me, and then you're at this party looking, looking.. like that," She motioned at him sloppily with one hand, the other still at her face. "And then you start playing with more women and you don't even talk to me. If I didn't distract myself how am I supposed to put up with my feelings?" Being drunk must have been the cause of her sudden emotion changes. She brought her arms town and looked at him, her blue eyes watery and her lower lip quivering. "I even dressed differently so.. so.." Her voice faltered and she diverted her gaze. "so you would look at me."

Sharrkan was about to explode. Was she confessing to him? So suddenly? Admitting that his "marriage" bothered her? That she dressed like that to get his attention? That she looked so goddamn cute so he could look at her correctly?

"I-" He began. "No!" Her yell startled him. "I don't want to hear it! You keep messing with me like this, you.. you.." She glared at him now, her cheeks still wet. "dummy! You stupid, stupid, stupid, dummy Sharrkan!" She began to shake, covering her face in her hands (more like sleeves) again, her sobs muffled.

He was barely registering what was happening but he couldn't take it anymore. He approached her quickly, so she wouldn't run, and touched her arm gently. "Yamu-" "Don't touch me." She smacked his arm away. "Yamu." "Get away!" "Yamuraiha." "Dirty women attracting bastard!" "Yamuraiha. Look at me." He held both of her wrists easily in his tan ones. Piercing gold eyes looked down at her and slowly, the magician looked up. Her eyes were still swimming with tears, but they met his own.

Sharrkan took a deep breath. "First of all, I didn't touch any women tonight." Yamuraiha scoffed and retorted back immediately. "Oh really? Then explain all of the perfume I smell on your clothes. I saw you." Sharrkan rolled his eyes. "I said I didn't touch any women tonight. Yeah, they were all hanging on me, but it wasn't like I wanted them there. And besides, who's fault is that?" He was getting red in the face already, knowing he was on the verge of snapping. On the verge of revealing all of his feelings for her.

"If you would just shut up for once and let me marry you, I would have a damn good excuse to keep them away."

She froze. The anger in her puffy eyes melting away. Through her wrists, Sharrkan felt her begin to tremble. "W-W-W-" It took all of him to not smirk as he watched her face grow red. "W-What are you t-talking about?"

He scowled at the sky, tan face flushed pink. "I had to distract myself from looking at you. Seriously, all gorgeous and shit. If I hung out with you tonight, while you're looking that good," Sharrkan brought his hand up in embarrassment, hardly believing he was admitting this. "I wouldn't know what'd I'd do to you."

No reply. He peeked through his fingers to see her state. Yamuraiha's jaw was slack in shock, her face sporting an amusing (but he had to confess, cute) blush on her cheeks. Finally, she regained her senses. "Wha-.. B-But- I-"

"What about your marriage?" She exclaimed.

Sharrkan dropped his hand, dumbfounded. He gave her his signature what-the-fuck face and replied. "You.. You're really dumb, huh."

Yamuraiha's face muscle flexed. "ExcUSE me?" She growled, raising a hand to smack him. She pouted, looking away sheepishly before meeting his gaze by moving her pupils. "You.. Aren't you getting married?"

He looked at her still astonished. Cute or not, this could be fun. He gave her a lopsided grin, and maybe it was because they were both drunk, emotional messes, but he couldn't help but notice her cheeks flush to his smile. "What's it to you?" Sharrkan drawled, bringing his face closer to her's.

She stammered. "I- N-Nothing, j-just-"

"Ooohh, you liar. L. I. A. R. Liar~" Sharrkan sang.

She growled, clashing their foreheads. "J-Just answer the stupid question, you sword nerd!" He frowned. "What'd you just call me, water face?"

She scoffed, looking him dead in the eyes. "I feel bad for whoever has to marry you." Sharrkan whistled. "That's funny, because I'll have you know there's only one girl in this entire world that I'll ever fall in love with and you just happen to know her." At that, Yamuraiha froze. Slowly, she backed away from him, one arm clutching the other. Her voice dropped, unsteady and quiet. "..Who? W-Would you please tell me, Sharrkan? I really want to know."

She met his gaze again, her big eyes pleading. He felt his face warm again.

"Aw fuck it."

"Wha-" He grabbed her by her slim, tiny wrist, pulling her into his body. His lips met hers, and to him it was the best feeling in the world. As embarrassing as it was, he couldn't even count the number of times he had dreamed of kissing her. The reality was even better than he had imagined. Her lips were soft, and he took his time with them Gently and slowly. This would be his way as both an apology and a confession. She struggled at first, confused and unresponsive, until finally she gave in. Her long, small arms wrapped around his neck. Her small fists found their way into his white locks and he kissed her harder in response, approving the action. His own hands were wrapped around her waist, and maneuvering it slightly, Sharrkan blindly maneuvered them over to the large rock nearby.

He leaned her against it, caging her, never breaking the kisses. Oh fuck, it felt so right. He knew it was bad that he had left the wedding early for his own personal wishes, but at that point, he didn't care anymore. About anything. All he cared about was Yamuraiha and that moment. An idea came into his mind and he slid his hands down lower than her hips resting just on the bottom of her curve, feeling her shiver in response. He squeezed, and Yamuraiha gasped in surprise. Using that opportunity, he made his entrance into the cave of her mouth.

He didn't know how long they stood there for. He could've kissed her all day. He wouldn't have minded. But, Sharrkan knew better and finally, he pulled away. Yamuraiha let out a small noise of protest and he chuckled. He kept his arms around her waist, grinning lopsidedly.

"That's my answer, dummy. I haven't been single this whole time because I could help it." He rolled his eyes and took one hand to poke her forehead. "Making me unmarried for so long. You've put me through hell, you know that? You're the only woman I want to marry."

Yamuraiha's bright red face made his life-long wait worth it.

A/N: Sorry, got a bit lazy at the end. I winged this without having a plot in mind. I just really wanted to write something for these two though. I'll probably write more for them in the future. It makes me really sad that this ship has a small community, but I'll contribute nonetheless. SharrYamu is definitely my favorite ship so far-for anything.

PM me if you have any good SharrYamu fanfic recommendations hehe.

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