A Piece of Tomorrow
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by beautiful.dreamer
'Cause I could take you in my arms,
And never let go.
---I Could Fall in Love, Salena.
Mikigami's POV
I glance lovingly into her orbs of green hills and lasting oceans of love, and smile my best to ease the nervous look she is wearing lightly on her face.
She looks beautiful. There are no other words in the universe to describe her essence. Plain and gorgeous, maybe even innocent. She looked like a bride. His bride.
Clearing my throat, which had suddenly tightened with nervous anticipation, I began to speak my vows;
"Dearest Fuuko, I love you."
Oh god, could that be any more original? I wanted to punch myself, but the way she looked at me...I knew they meant something to her at least.
"The first time we met, I thought you were nothing but a rough tomboy..."
She frowned, her hands gathering into a fist. Oh, I should have let that one go!
"You were so, alive and that always annoyed me before I knew you. I use to think life was for revenge, for dreaming and fantasying I had my sister back with me..."
'Go on,' her eyes begged me, the annoyed expression long gone.
"I, uhh... I thought differently before I met you. You changed me somehow, to see past revenge and hate. I don't think I ever smiled after she died..."
Someone sobbed from the crowd, and I was guessing it was Yanagi-san. She was a very sensitive girl and knowing Recca...I'd get a lecture for making his Hime cry. Bah, who needed that non-sense from a monkey?
"After she died, I don't think I smiled. Of course, you gave me something to smile about and I don't think I can repay you for that. The first true smile, I let my mouth experience, felt wonderful."
I wanted to kiss my wife-to-be, then. Her lips trembled, as she tried to hold back the tears that were sliding beautifully down her face. I smiled softly and shyly at her, giving her strength to hold on a bit longer.
"Fuuko, you make me feel alive. You make me feel like I could be something true, like I could feel more then just depression,"
I grabbed her hands, holding the small fingers with my large palm. They felt warm and soft, so delicate and unspoiled. Perfect Fuuko, everything is perfect about you.
"I feel more then just love for you, my darling. I feel..."
I watched as a lone rose petal, feel from its nest in Fuuko's purple hair. It's decent down to the ground, was graceful and soft.
"I feel pride, proud that you are such a person. Proud what you make life seem to be, what I want it to be."
I licked my lips, my heart thumping with excitement.
"I feel honor, the need to honor you and make you feel like your so much better then anything I could imagine exists."
She would finally be mine, finally be the one I can proudly call my wife.
"I feel that you are my whole world."
Here goes nothing.
"Marry me, and make me the happiest man to ever walk the earth. Make me complete and whole, give me something I will forever hold and love with all my heart, soul and mind."
Fuuko almost moaned in joy, and I felt her soft hands hold tight to mine. She was slowly turning into the lovey-dovey(1) mush , I felt like whenever I looked at this wind goddess.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She happily cried, her sobs ringing in all the ears of our guests.
The priest smiled, and touched the quivering woman's shoulder.
"Uh, Fuuko..." He ventured, " It's you're turn for the vows, dear."
She stopped and smiled sheepishly, her eyes turning to the crowd. A muffled, 'Oh Yeah!' was heard, as the slightly blushing Recca ran to the altar. In his hand, was held a crumpled piece of paper, which I guessed, held Fuuko's vows.
I looked skeptically at my wife-to-be, and she smiled the same sheepish smile as before.
"Hey, we all can't have good memories!" She told me, shrugging her shoulders.
She cleared her throat, in the same manner as mine, though I was sure it was to get everyone's attention back to the altar. Recca caused quite a stir.
Glancing at the sheet, her eyes almost popped out of it's sockets. Her hands trembled, and I felt the urge to rip the sheet and read what it was that had disturbed her this much.
She suddenly turned a fuming red, as she directed her glare towards the retreating Recca. Her hands crumpled the paper even more, as she was about to step off the altar to sock the poor flame boy.
I grabbed her arm, facing her to meet my features. She softened, and the glare slowly was disappearing with every second. She stepped on her tip-toes, and whispered in my ear;
"Recca gave me some love letter Yanagi-Chan wrote him, I think he mixed it up with my vows."
She looked panicked, and I gently touched the tip of her nose with my own. Of course, the crowd found that cute, and began to awe at our little show of affection.
Fuuko smirked, turning to the priest. She quickly explained the situation, and the priest grinned. I couldn't hear them well, but the way he chuckled at her "dilemma", clearly showed he knew a way to fix this.
"You crazy?" She exclaimed, making a few heads pop towards the altar. I'm guessing, his idea didn't sound to logic to my Fuuko.
"No wwaaaayyyyy! I'll sound like such a loser!" She rushed out, her hands going to her mouth. She finally figured how loud she was *sweatdrop*.
"Just try, child..." The priest ushered her back to me, and she looked nervous. So very, very nervous.
"Mi-chan, I knew something was going to go wrong! I can't do anything right!" Fuuko whined, "He asked me to just, say my vows! Out of thin air! I'm not good with words, though!"
I almost chuckled, and I bit my tongue to stop the flow of sound rarely heard from my lips. She wouldn't be too happy, since she was in such a 'crisis'!
"Like the priest said, just try...please?"
She faltered at my simple plea, and gathered my hands back in her own. She glanced into my eyes, her endless blue holding mine with some magnetic force. Her lips opened and closed, looking oddly like a fish. She was thinking of words to say, and I silently encouraged her to go on.
"I'm not good with words, Tokiya,"
Whenever she said my first name, it sent some pleasurable chill through my body. The way it looked on her lips, made me wonder If there was a better name in the whole universe.
"I just want to list a few things, I want you to know you will have as a husband to Fuuko Kirisawa."
She blushed, and mumbled some words I don't think she should let past her lips in a church. I bet that sounded stupid to her, but I think I was rather spunky and cute! Just like my Fuuko.
"I want you to also remember, no matter what I love you. I will never leave you, not until the day I die and even then I will always watch over you,"
A tear gathered in the corner of her eye, as she absently wiped at it. Her voice beginning to falter, continued it's promises;
"I promise to be a good wife, to try my hardest at all the things I wife can do. I'll try to cook, even though I'm horrible at it...there was this one time thou-"
Stopping in mid-sentence, she apologized for getting off track.
"Uh, I'll be a good mother! I'll nurse our children to be strong and kind, to be perfect like you,"
Her fingers traced my thumb, as she looked lovingly back into my eyes of baby blue.
"I'm going to live for you, going to be yours forever. I don't care what people say, of how Fuuko Kirisawa has gone soft, and what not! I don't care! I want nothing more, then to be with you! I love you!"
She sobbed the last words, clutching my hands to her chest. Tears I wanted to kiss away were falling down her face, like they were in some crazed race to get to the finish line.
"Please, marry me. I want nothing more, then to be your wife. I want to protect you, to give you what you denied to have since your sister passed,"
I felt tears prick behind my eyes, the feeling so alien and foreign to my body.
The priest called for the rings, as he started the final vows for their ceremony. I slipped the ring on Fuuko's finger, as she mimicked my own actions on me.
The rings glittered, and I was glad we choose such perfect symbols for our marriage. They were two white gold(2) bands, one smaller then the other.
The priest began;
"Do you, Fuuko Kirisawa, take Tokiya Mikigami to be your husband. To always cherish and love, till death do you part?"
Her smile dazzled me to the core, "I do."
"Do you, Tokiya Mikigami, take Fuuko Kirisawa to be your husband. To always cherish and love, till death do you part?"
"I do"
The old man chuckled. He looked over the crowd, "If anyone is against the bounding of this special couple, let them speak now or forever hold their peace,"
No one said a word, not a noise was heard, other then some sniffles coming from Yanagi's direction.
"I now, pronounce you husband and wife! You now may kiss the bride," He gestured to the crying Fuuko, who was silently walking toward me.
My hands lifted the soft veil, and my eyes drank in the sight of my wife. Beautiful she was, every corner of her inside and out, seemed to radiate with life.
I touched her face, tracing the outline of her delicate jaw. Closing the gap, my lips touched softly against her own, barely kissing her, but still experiencing the best feeling I have ever felt.
She pressed to me, holding my neck and bringing making me kiss her more deeper. She tasted of sweet dreams, of happy days running through fields of flowers. I kissed her more, slowly bending down to get a better position.
This was paradise, this was something I wouldn't mind doing the rest of my life.
Finally, I had someone to love again.
We pulled apart, and she blushed. That was a long kiss, I must admit. Gently tucking a stray hair that had fallen out of it's place, I kissed her forehead in a loving matter.
My head bent to her ear, slowly kissing and nibbling the soft flesh as I whispered;
"Hello, Mrs. Mikigami..."
To Be Continued
(1)Ya, Ok...lovey-dovey ain't the best word! SO sue me (Not seriously! *sweatdrop*) I didn't know what else to use, I'm sorry I you think it's so stupid or sumthing! ^^
(2)Um, yeah. I'll explain what white gold is. It's a type of gold, that looks a lot like silver. The only difference is, it looks a helluva a lot softer and almost like it's misted over. Hard to explain, really! I must add, though...it's a beautiful colour!
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AN- Oh! That was a lot longer then the chapter before! Sorry, if it still ain't long enough! ^_^
Um, I'd like to explain that I know Mi-Chan is out of character. I sort of picture him more, uh...happy on his wedding day. He's going to be more outgoing and crap, after this also. Don't like it, well...sorry?
Also, Fuuko fans, I didn't dilebertly write her part shorter cause I hate her. She's my fave FoR character, so expect a happy ending for the wiond goddess!
I almost forgot! I didn't get too many reviews for the last chapter, and I was wondering if that was because it sucked? Please, tell me what I can do to change it! If you want some sad angst stuff, then tell me! I'll find a way to fit it in, no big deal! I really want you guys to like this and I thought a change from the usally depressing Mi-ChanxFuu-Chan fan fiction would be nice! ^_^
R&R! Means so much to us fan fiction writers, ya know? *_~
---------------
All rights and ownership of the characters used in my story belong to creators of FoR! Don't sue! Also, the song quoted isn't mine! It's by Salena (Or the English spelling, Selena. Whatever).
Remember to R&R!! Mikigami and Fuuko 4-ever! Buh-Bye!
Email; svukotic@hotmail.com
---------------
Thanks for Reading! Check out my other work! ^^ Please?
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by beautiful.dreamer
'Cause I could take you in my arms,
And never let go.
---I Could Fall in Love, Salena.
Mikigami's POV
I glance lovingly into her orbs of green hills and lasting oceans of love, and smile my best to ease the nervous look she is wearing lightly on her face.
She looks beautiful. There are no other words in the universe to describe her essence. Plain and gorgeous, maybe even innocent. She looked like a bride. His bride.
Clearing my throat, which had suddenly tightened with nervous anticipation, I began to speak my vows;
"Dearest Fuuko, I love you."
Oh god, could that be any more original? I wanted to punch myself, but the way she looked at me...I knew they meant something to her at least.
"The first time we met, I thought you were nothing but a rough tomboy..."
She frowned, her hands gathering into a fist. Oh, I should have let that one go!
"You were so, alive and that always annoyed me before I knew you. I use to think life was for revenge, for dreaming and fantasying I had my sister back with me..."
'Go on,' her eyes begged me, the annoyed expression long gone.
"I, uhh... I thought differently before I met you. You changed me somehow, to see past revenge and hate. I don't think I ever smiled after she died..."
Someone sobbed from the crowd, and I was guessing it was Yanagi-san. She was a very sensitive girl and knowing Recca...I'd get a lecture for making his Hime cry. Bah, who needed that non-sense from a monkey?
"After she died, I don't think I smiled. Of course, you gave me something to smile about and I don't think I can repay you for that. The first true smile, I let my mouth experience, felt wonderful."
I wanted to kiss my wife-to-be, then. Her lips trembled, as she tried to hold back the tears that were sliding beautifully down her face. I smiled softly and shyly at her, giving her strength to hold on a bit longer.
"Fuuko, you make me feel alive. You make me feel like I could be something true, like I could feel more then just depression,"
I grabbed her hands, holding the small fingers with my large palm. They felt warm and soft, so delicate and unspoiled. Perfect Fuuko, everything is perfect about you.
"I feel more then just love for you, my darling. I feel..."
I watched as a lone rose petal, feel from its nest in Fuuko's purple hair. It's decent down to the ground, was graceful and soft.
"I feel pride, proud that you are such a person. Proud what you make life seem to be, what I want it to be."
I licked my lips, my heart thumping with excitement.
"I feel honor, the need to honor you and make you feel like your so much better then anything I could imagine exists."
She would finally be mine, finally be the one I can proudly call my wife.
"I feel that you are my whole world."
Here goes nothing.
"Marry me, and make me the happiest man to ever walk the earth. Make me complete and whole, give me something I will forever hold and love with all my heart, soul and mind."
Fuuko almost moaned in joy, and I felt her soft hands hold tight to mine. She was slowly turning into the lovey-dovey(1) mush , I felt like whenever I looked at this wind goddess.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She happily cried, her sobs ringing in all the ears of our guests.
The priest smiled, and touched the quivering woman's shoulder.
"Uh, Fuuko..." He ventured, " It's you're turn for the vows, dear."
She stopped and smiled sheepishly, her eyes turning to the crowd. A muffled, 'Oh Yeah!' was heard, as the slightly blushing Recca ran to the altar. In his hand, was held a crumpled piece of paper, which I guessed, held Fuuko's vows.
I looked skeptically at my wife-to-be, and she smiled the same sheepish smile as before.
"Hey, we all can't have good memories!" She told me, shrugging her shoulders.
She cleared her throat, in the same manner as mine, though I was sure it was to get everyone's attention back to the altar. Recca caused quite a stir.
Glancing at the sheet, her eyes almost popped out of it's sockets. Her hands trembled, and I felt the urge to rip the sheet and read what it was that had disturbed her this much.
She suddenly turned a fuming red, as she directed her glare towards the retreating Recca. Her hands crumpled the paper even more, as she was about to step off the altar to sock the poor flame boy.
I grabbed her arm, facing her to meet my features. She softened, and the glare slowly was disappearing with every second. She stepped on her tip-toes, and whispered in my ear;
"Recca gave me some love letter Yanagi-Chan wrote him, I think he mixed it up with my vows."
She looked panicked, and I gently touched the tip of her nose with my own. Of course, the crowd found that cute, and began to awe at our little show of affection.
Fuuko smirked, turning to the priest. She quickly explained the situation, and the priest grinned. I couldn't hear them well, but the way he chuckled at her "dilemma", clearly showed he knew a way to fix this.
"You crazy?" She exclaimed, making a few heads pop towards the altar. I'm guessing, his idea didn't sound to logic to my Fuuko.
"No wwaaaayyyyy! I'll sound like such a loser!" She rushed out, her hands going to her mouth. She finally figured how loud she was *sweatdrop*.
"Just try, child..." The priest ushered her back to me, and she looked nervous. So very, very nervous.
"Mi-chan, I knew something was going to go wrong! I can't do anything right!" Fuuko whined, "He asked me to just, say my vows! Out of thin air! I'm not good with words, though!"
I almost chuckled, and I bit my tongue to stop the flow of sound rarely heard from my lips. She wouldn't be too happy, since she was in such a 'crisis'!
"Like the priest said, just try...please?"
She faltered at my simple plea, and gathered my hands back in her own. She glanced into my eyes, her endless blue holding mine with some magnetic force. Her lips opened and closed, looking oddly like a fish. She was thinking of words to say, and I silently encouraged her to go on.
"I'm not good with words, Tokiya,"
Whenever she said my first name, it sent some pleasurable chill through my body. The way it looked on her lips, made me wonder If there was a better name in the whole universe.
"I just want to list a few things, I want you to know you will have as a husband to Fuuko Kirisawa."
She blushed, and mumbled some words I don't think she should let past her lips in a church. I bet that sounded stupid to her, but I think I was rather spunky and cute! Just like my Fuuko.
"I want you to also remember, no matter what I love you. I will never leave you, not until the day I die and even then I will always watch over you,"
A tear gathered in the corner of her eye, as she absently wiped at it. Her voice beginning to falter, continued it's promises;
"I promise to be a good wife, to try my hardest at all the things I wife can do. I'll try to cook, even though I'm horrible at it...there was this one time thou-"
Stopping in mid-sentence, she apologized for getting off track.
"Uh, I'll be a good mother! I'll nurse our children to be strong and kind, to be perfect like you,"
Her fingers traced my thumb, as she looked lovingly back into my eyes of baby blue.
"I'm going to live for you, going to be yours forever. I don't care what people say, of how Fuuko Kirisawa has gone soft, and what not! I don't care! I want nothing more, then to be with you! I love you!"
She sobbed the last words, clutching my hands to her chest. Tears I wanted to kiss away were falling down her face, like they were in some crazed race to get to the finish line.
"Please, marry me. I want nothing more, then to be your wife. I want to protect you, to give you what you denied to have since your sister passed,"
I felt tears prick behind my eyes, the feeling so alien and foreign to my body.
The priest called for the rings, as he started the final vows for their ceremony. I slipped the ring on Fuuko's finger, as she mimicked my own actions on me.
The rings glittered, and I was glad we choose such perfect symbols for our marriage. They were two white gold(2) bands, one smaller then the other.
The priest began;
"Do you, Fuuko Kirisawa, take Tokiya Mikigami to be your husband. To always cherish and love, till death do you part?"
Her smile dazzled me to the core, "I do."
"Do you, Tokiya Mikigami, take Fuuko Kirisawa to be your husband. To always cherish and love, till death do you part?"
"I do"
The old man chuckled. He looked over the crowd, "If anyone is against the bounding of this special couple, let them speak now or forever hold their peace,"
No one said a word, not a noise was heard, other then some sniffles coming from Yanagi's direction.
"I now, pronounce you husband and wife! You now may kiss the bride," He gestured to the crying Fuuko, who was silently walking toward me.
My hands lifted the soft veil, and my eyes drank in the sight of my wife. Beautiful she was, every corner of her inside and out, seemed to radiate with life.
I touched her face, tracing the outline of her delicate jaw. Closing the gap, my lips touched softly against her own, barely kissing her, but still experiencing the best feeling I have ever felt.
She pressed to me, holding my neck and bringing making me kiss her more deeper. She tasted of sweet dreams, of happy days running through fields of flowers. I kissed her more, slowly bending down to get a better position.
This was paradise, this was something I wouldn't mind doing the rest of my life.
Finally, I had someone to love again.
We pulled apart, and she blushed. That was a long kiss, I must admit. Gently tucking a stray hair that had fallen out of it's place, I kissed her forehead in a loving matter.
My head bent to her ear, slowly kissing and nibbling the soft flesh as I whispered;
"Hello, Mrs. Mikigami..."
To Be Continued
(1)Ya, Ok...lovey-dovey ain't the best word! SO sue me (Not seriously! *sweatdrop*) I didn't know what else to use, I'm sorry I you think it's so stupid or sumthing! ^^
(2)Um, yeah. I'll explain what white gold is. It's a type of gold, that looks a lot like silver. The only difference is, it looks a helluva a lot softer and almost like it's misted over. Hard to explain, really! I must add, though...it's a beautiful colour!
---------------
AN- Oh! That was a lot longer then the chapter before! Sorry, if it still ain't long enough! ^_^
Um, I'd like to explain that I know Mi-Chan is out of character. I sort of picture him more, uh...happy on his wedding day. He's going to be more outgoing and crap, after this also. Don't like it, well...sorry?
Also, Fuuko fans, I didn't dilebertly write her part shorter cause I hate her. She's my fave FoR character, so expect a happy ending for the wiond goddess!
I almost forgot! I didn't get too many reviews for the last chapter, and I was wondering if that was because it sucked? Please, tell me what I can do to change it! If you want some sad angst stuff, then tell me! I'll find a way to fit it in, no big deal! I really want you guys to like this and I thought a change from the usally depressing Mi-ChanxFuu-Chan fan fiction would be nice! ^_^
R&R! Means so much to us fan fiction writers, ya know? *_~
---------------
All rights and ownership of the characters used in my story belong to creators of FoR! Don't sue! Also, the song quoted isn't mine! It's by Salena (Or the English spelling, Selena. Whatever).
Remember to R&R!! Mikigami and Fuuko 4-ever! Buh-Bye!
Email; svukotic@hotmail.com
---------------
Thanks for Reading! Check out my other work! ^^ Please?