"Man, this is taking forever!"
Heero looked over at Trowa who was standing beside him on the huge stage positioned in the center of the immense gardens of the Yahara grounds. He smirked, "Patience Trowa, remember, these are your last moments as a free man. In less than thirty minutes you'll be a married man."
Trowa gulped, and Heero laughed. The man was a nervous wreck. Heero sighed as he looked out at the crowd. The whole of Quarrentine City was gathered there on the grounds. He squinted against the glare from Quarrentine's massive sun, trying to locate Gohan and Vachel. Not being able to distinguish one person from another, he sighed and plunged his hands into his pockets. He wished that Lark and Relena would hurry up, this tuxedo was anything but comfortable. Then the music started. Heero and Trowa both looked to the beginning of the red carpet as the entire crowd as a wave stood and turned. Heero held his breath, this was magical that was for sure.
Then Lark appeared, her hand linked on her father, King Arlen Yahara's arm. He could feel the tension in Trowa and he turned his gaze to see Trowa's pale face before he almost passed out. He turned completely to his fellow Gundam pilot, "Get a grip on yourself! You're gonna embarrass both you and Lark if you faint now!"
Trowa tottered for a second before Heero's piercing words sank in. Confident that his friend would be alright, Heero turned his attention back to the procession and his heart caught in his throat at the sight. There came Relena and her brother Miliardo walking, arm in arm, after Lark and her father. He could not make out her face through the silken vale, but he could feel her energy and excitement pulsating across the grounds. He smiled, this was her day and no one would ruin it. He would see to that.
As Arlen and Miliardo passed Lark and Relena off to Trowa and Heero, the crowd, in the same kind of wave as before, returned to their seats.
Heero smiled as Miliardo hugged him, "Take care of my baby sister."
"I will," he promised as he winked at Relena and turned to lead her to the top of the stage, twenty feet from the ground. He could feel through her hand on his arm that her entire tiny frame was shaking. Putting his left hand over hers, he supported her slowly up the staircase. He smirked as he turned his head to see Trowa and Lark in perfect symmetry with him and Relena. They had practiced it enough. Heero grinned again, this was the last time he would perform this ceremony ever! It just needed to hurry up and get over with!
The ceremony went on just as normal and without any problems like it had been planned and practiced and guarded and everything else, just like it should have. And it had gone by fast too. They had not gotten to the top of the stairs before the preacher had proclaimed both couple man and wife, and had given Heero and Trowa permission to "kiss your bride". Now, as they made their way down the red carpet into the Yahara mansion ballroom, Heero and Relena ran as they were rained upon by torrents of rice.
Armand stood on the stage as the people flooded the massive ballroom. Trowa, Lark, Relena, and Heero stood backstage, watching, waiting for their cue.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Armand's voice bellowed over the loud speakers, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Trowa Barton, and Mr. and Mrs. Heero Chiaki Yuy!"
Smiling from ear to ear, the four newly-weds stepped onto the stage. Lark walked over to the microphone, "I proclaim this dance officially started!"
With that, the orchestra began to play. Relena fell into Heero's arms as tears of joy streamed down her face. Heero looked down at her, a bit concerned, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she smiled, "Nothing at all, everything is perfect."
Heero did not realize how much dancing ability he had until the reception was over. He had danced with so many different women before he had finally been handed back into Relena's arms that his head had been spinning. As Trowa and Lark retreated into their honeymoon suit and locked themselves in, Relena and Heero jumped into their limousine and began the short ride to their newly built mansion.
Relena kicked her shoes across the backseat as she leaned her head on Heero's chest. He put his arm around her, "Tired?"
She sighed happily, "A little."
He turned his gaze out the window as they entered the Chiaki grounds. It was not the most beautiful place yet, but it would get there in time. He looked back down to find Relena fast asleep, snuggled under his arm. He smiled a crooked smile, he could wait until she was slept a little while. Leaning his head back against the seat he closed his eyes. His eyes were still closed when the chauffeur opened the door, "Here we are Mr. Chiaki."
Heero slowly opened his eyes, "Oh thanks......what's your name again?"
"Gaston, if you please Sir?" he bowed gallantly.
"Gaston," Heero smiled, "That's right."
"Will you be needing anything tonight Sir?"
Heero frowned thoughtfully as he dragged Relena from the limousine and cradled her in his arms. "Get her shoes from the backseat and bring our bags up. Then you can go."
"Yes sir," Gaston replied as he hurried to do what Heero had told him.
As Heero walked up the steps, Relena fast asleep in his arms, he thought about the skinny little man. He could not be but thirty years old. His thoughts were drawn from Gaston as Relena stirred a bit in his arms and sighed contentedly. He smiled lovingly down at her as he kissed her on her forehead.
When he got to the door, his whole staff of servants was there, waiting to welcome him home. He had met most of them yesterday, and he was pleased with the whole bunch-even though he did not see what having servants around would be good for. It was for Relena, he reminded himself as he stepped into the huge granite-covered lobby and headed for the massive four story staircase and then to their master bedroom.
Heero made his way across the center of the room, trying his best not to trip on Relena's dress. As he layed her gently on the bed, she stirred a bit. "Heero?"
He softly touched her face as he sat down beside her, "Yes my love?"
She sat up and looked around. This room looked exactly like her bedroom in the Peacecraft mansion back on earth. She looked at Heero confused.
"I had Miliardo pack up all your things and bring them with him," Heero smiled as he explained, "It's his Christmas gift to you."
"Oh?" Relena smirked. "So, what's your Christmas gift?"
Heero suddenly turned serious as he softly touched Relena's cheek. "Me."
(And that's the end of that story! Review and tell me what you think!)
Heero looked over at Trowa who was standing beside him on the huge stage positioned in the center of the immense gardens of the Yahara grounds. He smirked, "Patience Trowa, remember, these are your last moments as a free man. In less than thirty minutes you'll be a married man."
Trowa gulped, and Heero laughed. The man was a nervous wreck. Heero sighed as he looked out at the crowd. The whole of Quarrentine City was gathered there on the grounds. He squinted against the glare from Quarrentine's massive sun, trying to locate Gohan and Vachel. Not being able to distinguish one person from another, he sighed and plunged his hands into his pockets. He wished that Lark and Relena would hurry up, this tuxedo was anything but comfortable. Then the music started. Heero and Trowa both looked to the beginning of the red carpet as the entire crowd as a wave stood and turned. Heero held his breath, this was magical that was for sure.
Then Lark appeared, her hand linked on her father, King Arlen Yahara's arm. He could feel the tension in Trowa and he turned his gaze to see Trowa's pale face before he almost passed out. He turned completely to his fellow Gundam pilot, "Get a grip on yourself! You're gonna embarrass both you and Lark if you faint now!"
Trowa tottered for a second before Heero's piercing words sank in. Confident that his friend would be alright, Heero turned his attention back to the procession and his heart caught in his throat at the sight. There came Relena and her brother Miliardo walking, arm in arm, after Lark and her father. He could not make out her face through the silken vale, but he could feel her energy and excitement pulsating across the grounds. He smiled, this was her day and no one would ruin it. He would see to that.
As Arlen and Miliardo passed Lark and Relena off to Trowa and Heero, the crowd, in the same kind of wave as before, returned to their seats.
Heero smiled as Miliardo hugged him, "Take care of my baby sister."
"I will," he promised as he winked at Relena and turned to lead her to the top of the stage, twenty feet from the ground. He could feel through her hand on his arm that her entire tiny frame was shaking. Putting his left hand over hers, he supported her slowly up the staircase. He smirked as he turned his head to see Trowa and Lark in perfect symmetry with him and Relena. They had practiced it enough. Heero grinned again, this was the last time he would perform this ceremony ever! It just needed to hurry up and get over with!
The ceremony went on just as normal and without any problems like it had been planned and practiced and guarded and everything else, just like it should have. And it had gone by fast too. They had not gotten to the top of the stairs before the preacher had proclaimed both couple man and wife, and had given Heero and Trowa permission to "kiss your bride". Now, as they made their way down the red carpet into the Yahara mansion ballroom, Heero and Relena ran as they were rained upon by torrents of rice.
Armand stood on the stage as the people flooded the massive ballroom. Trowa, Lark, Relena, and Heero stood backstage, watching, waiting for their cue.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Armand's voice bellowed over the loud speakers, "I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Trowa Barton, and Mr. and Mrs. Heero Chiaki Yuy!"
Smiling from ear to ear, the four newly-weds stepped onto the stage. Lark walked over to the microphone, "I proclaim this dance officially started!"
With that, the orchestra began to play. Relena fell into Heero's arms as tears of joy streamed down her face. Heero looked down at her, a bit concerned, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she smiled, "Nothing at all, everything is perfect."
Heero did not realize how much dancing ability he had until the reception was over. He had danced with so many different women before he had finally been handed back into Relena's arms that his head had been spinning. As Trowa and Lark retreated into their honeymoon suit and locked themselves in, Relena and Heero jumped into their limousine and began the short ride to their newly built mansion.
Relena kicked her shoes across the backseat as she leaned her head on Heero's chest. He put his arm around her, "Tired?"
She sighed happily, "A little."
He turned his gaze out the window as they entered the Chiaki grounds. It was not the most beautiful place yet, but it would get there in time. He looked back down to find Relena fast asleep, snuggled under his arm. He smiled a crooked smile, he could wait until she was slept a little while. Leaning his head back against the seat he closed his eyes. His eyes were still closed when the chauffeur opened the door, "Here we are Mr. Chiaki."
Heero slowly opened his eyes, "Oh thanks......what's your name again?"
"Gaston, if you please Sir?" he bowed gallantly.
"Gaston," Heero smiled, "That's right."
"Will you be needing anything tonight Sir?"
Heero frowned thoughtfully as he dragged Relena from the limousine and cradled her in his arms. "Get her shoes from the backseat and bring our bags up. Then you can go."
"Yes sir," Gaston replied as he hurried to do what Heero had told him.
As Heero walked up the steps, Relena fast asleep in his arms, he thought about the skinny little man. He could not be but thirty years old. His thoughts were drawn from Gaston as Relena stirred a bit in his arms and sighed contentedly. He smiled lovingly down at her as he kissed her on her forehead.
When he got to the door, his whole staff of servants was there, waiting to welcome him home. He had met most of them yesterday, and he was pleased with the whole bunch-even though he did not see what having servants around would be good for. It was for Relena, he reminded himself as he stepped into the huge granite-covered lobby and headed for the massive four story staircase and then to their master bedroom.
Heero made his way across the center of the room, trying his best not to trip on Relena's dress. As he layed her gently on the bed, she stirred a bit. "Heero?"
He softly touched her face as he sat down beside her, "Yes my love?"
She sat up and looked around. This room looked exactly like her bedroom in the Peacecraft mansion back on earth. She looked at Heero confused.
"I had Miliardo pack up all your things and bring them with him," Heero smiled as he explained, "It's his Christmas gift to you."
"Oh?" Relena smirked. "So, what's your Christmas gift?"
Heero suddenly turned serious as he softly touched Relena's cheek. "Me."
(And that's the end of that story! Review and tell me what you think!)