"Momo...I'm so glad that we're finally going to be married again," Kaido said, holding his beloved's hand. "But why do I have to wear the wedding dress?"

"It's your turn, this time!"

"...baka!"

"Baka baka!"

"Baka baka baka!"

The priest cleared his throat. "Excuse me, you two? I have a wedding to conduct, here."

"Right. Sorry."

"Wait! I object!"

The audience in the church gasped.

"I haven't gotten to that part yet!" the priest exclaimed in exasperation.

"There's a ninety-eight percent chance that you still love me, Kaido!" Inui exclaimed. "Be mine again!"

"Inui...I..." Kaido looked back and forth between Momo and Inui.

Momo stepped back. "I see you still love him, mamushi. It's okay, I understand." And Momo walked away.

"Nooo!" Kaido exclaimed. His heart was torn in two. What was a mamushi to do?

MEANWHILE...

Kirihara woke up in the morning, quite pleased that he had managed to get exactly what he wanted; Fuji Syusuke of course, except he was quite surprised to find a rather different sleeping face beside him.

"Yanagi-senpai???!!!"

"Huh? What happened? I was pretty drunk…"

"Ah, crap! Now what am I supposed to do? I thought I drugged Fuji….."

"You know, you're not really supposed to say those kinds of things out loud."

"Oh, I guess you're right. Well anyway, I'm getting out of here."

Kirihara was very frustrated and decided that he was going to have to think of a better plan to break up Tezuka and Fuji, if he wanted to be successful.

Kirihara just so happened to be Tezuka's half brother and Yanagi happened to be Fuji's half brother (confused yet?).

Well, all was going well in Kirihara's twisted mind until he realised that yes, even he was pregnant! He (not conveniently) managed to find this out, just around the time that Fuji was supposed to get married to Tezuka, and took this as a golden opportunity

Kirihara was at the wedding, being Tezuka's brother and all, and decided to strategically place himself in the front row, where Fuji could see him clearly.

When Fuji was about to say I do, Kirihara made a huge scene falling over from his seat to the floor, yelling "Ahhh my baby!!" and quickly made the announcement that it was Fuji's, when asked who the father was.

Fuji was a bit notorious for being a player of sorts, and thought it entirely possible that he might have gotten mixed up with Kirihara, and not remembered it, so he decided, much to Tezuka's anger and jealousy, that he had to stick by Kirihara and be a good father, and that they would have to post pone the wedding.

Tezuka had the feeling that Kirihara was definitely up to something, and he was of course, absolutely right. However he had no way to prove it yet, so he decided to secretly investigate the situation.

IN OTHER NEWS...(nani?! what about the meanwhile?!)

Tezuka Kunimitsu was the perfect son. He had the looks, he had the charm...even if there was a stick up his ass at times, and his facial expression never changed. Everyone loved Tezuka. Everyone worshiped Tezuka. Tezuka got all the damn attention!

The butler was Tezuka Kunimitsu's little brother. He had left home and changed his name at the tender age of twelve, and had been plotting his revenge ever since. Someday, he would get back at the brother who had somehow managed to make everyone love him and forget about poor little Hiyoshi, who had spent most of his childhood crying in a corner, starving to death because even his own damn parents forgot to feed him!

"I want Tezuka to die," Hiyoshi said, stroking his mysterious box. "I want Tezuka to die and be forgotten, and then I shall rule the world!" His evil laughter was cut short when he began to choke on the gum he'd been chewing. No one was around to do the Heimlich manoeuvre, so he hacked it up himself. He'd become very dependent in his lonely years.

Soon, he was going to prove to the world that he was worth a damn! Soon, he would...Oh, damn it all, he was just lonely! All he really wanted was the affection of...of...Well, he'd rather forget about that and focus on killing Tezuka. If Tezuka died, then he could have the object of his desire -- who was in love with Tezuka and had been for just about...forever. Even though Tezuka loved another, Hiyoshi's object of obsession still loved Tezuka! It was always Tezuka, Tezuka, Tezuka! Why the hell did his stupid older brother get everything?

"I'll get rid of him, and then you'll be mine..." Hiyoshi whispered to the mysterious box in his arms. "You'll finally be mine!"

MEANWHILE...

Ohtori was sobbing into his pillow. He really, really loved Shishido-san, but that love had caused his dear darling sister to fall into a coma!

"Oh, Seiichi..." he said, as he sat by his sister's side in the hospital room. "You were always there for me, you always looked out for me, ever since we were little. When the other kids made fun of me, you let me cry on my shoulder, and you made Sanada-san stop them. Those were such good times..."

Come to think of it, Yukimura and Sanada had always been rather close...what ever had happened to the two of them? Why was Yukimura married to Shishido, anyway?!

Well, that was neither here nor there. "Seiichi, I love you, dear sister, but...I'm in love with Shishido-san! I couldn't help it! I wanted him to hold me so badly that I felt about ready to burst! I...I...I don't know what to do! I can't give him up, I just can't, but...you're married!"

"Choutarou..."

"Shishido-san!" Ohtori stood up quickly, knocking his chair to the ground. Thankfully it did not crash into any important life-support equipment. "I was just...talking to Seiichi."

"Choutarou...you..." Shishido closed the distance between himself and the love of his life, and embraced the taller man. "Oh, Choutarou, I love you so much!"

"You shouldn't be doing this, especially not in front of your wife..."

"Damn it all! It's the truth! How can I help but love you?" Shishido demanded. "Besides, Seiichi's heart has always belonged to another! I've always known that. I married him because I thought he loved me, and I thought I loved him, but it was you I loved all along, Choutarou! Please, say you'll stay with me!"

"I...I...but it put Seiichi in a coma!"

"Damn it! Seiichi should understand! Why don't you understand?!" Shishido wailed, pounding a fist into the invalid Yukimura's chest.

Yukimura made a strange coughing noise, blinked his eyes open, and sat up.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"Nurse! Nurse! Seiichi is awake!" Ohtori yelled. Nurse Itsuki came running in, and did nursely things. Doctor Kajimoto came in and examined Yukimura.

"He has recovered from his...coma," Doctor Kajimoto said gravely. "You may speak with him now."

"Seiichi..." Ohtori began, but he had no idea of what to say.

"I know that you two are in love. There isn't much I can do about it. Please, just be happy," Yukimura sniffled.

"Oh Seiichi. I love you so much, sister!"

"You're a dear younger brother. I don't blame you for anything. And Ryo...I'm sorry. I...I've always loved someone else, but...he rejected me before I married you."

"See, told you," Shishido said, nudging Ohtori.

"You must leave the patient to rest now," the good doctor said, ushering the two of them out.

"I love you, Shishido-san. I'll stop being a priest so that we can be together forever!" Ohtori exclaimed.

"I love you, my beautiful Choutarou!" Shishido exclaimed. "Marry me!"

"Yes, Shishido-san! I will! As soon as you divorce Seiichi."

"Oh right. I'll get on that."

MEANWHILE...

"That idiot revealed the whole plot to his sister himself," Mukahi said, shaking his head, "but what he doesn't realize is that we never had a tape at all. Stupid."

"He was rather impatient," Oshitari agreed. "Ah, well. Now that our plan has fallen through, what would you like to do, Gakuto?"

Mukahi bounced up and down. "More torture! More torture! It's so hard to choose who, though!"

"Indeed. Let's keep our eyes and ears open for a while."

MEANWHILE...

Sengoku had been thoroughly rejected by both of his perspective love interests, and was about to give up when he came across an interesting plot in which to snag Kohei, and get Yohei out of the way at the same time.

If Yohei had a boyfriend, he would not be so tempted to jump into bed with him, and figured that he could somehow persuade Hiroshi to go out with Yohei, even if he did like Kohei better, because Kohei was his damn it!

Sengoku approached Hiroshi's house and quickly stuck an envelope on the mat in front of his door, rang the doorbell, and rushed behind a near by bush, to observe Hiroshi's reaction.

Hiroshi opened the door, and saw the envelope on the ground in front of him. He picked it up and opened it. The note read something like "I want your body, sexy. Meet me at the club on 22 nd street tonight, and bring plenty of ostrich feathers."

Sengoku had quite stupidly managed to forget to sign the letter as belonging to Yohei, and Hiroshi was not quite that stupid, so when he saw a patch of bright orange hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the green bushes, he had assumed that the letter was from Sengoku.

He did not mind that prospect much at all, so he decided that he would stock up on Ostrich feathers and head out to the club that night.

Sengoku had also planted a similar message for Yohei, which was well received from the boy. Yohei had also assumed that the letter was from Sengoku, because of their mutual fondness for ostrich feathers. He didn't like Sengoku too much for treating him like garbage, but decided that it would be fun to go out for another romp. Yohei stocked up on feathers himself, and went to the club that night.

Sengoku waited at the club to see the two love birds meet, and to ensure that his plan was a success. Things of course did not go as planned unfortunately, and when Hiroshi walked into the club and sat down next to him, he was flabbergasted.

"Well feathers are a little kinky, but I bet we could have some fun.."

Hiroshi made a significant move on Sengoku, just as our good friend Yohei walked in to the club.

"So you're screwing Wakato now too! How low is that! You are such a sleaze!"

Yohei stormed out of the club, leaving Sengoku with a now very angry looking Hiroshi.

"I'll be damned if someone as wonderful as myself is gonna waste his time with someone else's sloppy seconds! I'm so out of here!"

Hiroshi did a very diva like hair flip, then proceeded to saunter out of the club

"Well I guess I can rule out all three of them now…"

MEANWHILE...

Father Kisarazu was in love. Yanagisawa had definitely grow on him, and he found himself wanting more and more to be with the other. He had decided to take a big step in leavings priesthood in order to marry Yanagisawa, but knew that it would be worth it in the end.

The wedding was quite beautiful, and even though Yanagisawa's son Yanagi was dead against it, they decided to go through with it anyway.

Well naturally someone had to crash the wedding, and his time it was Oishi, who walked in with a somewhat familiar person in a wheelchair, who was covered in bandages from head to toe.

"Oh my god! It's my husband da ne!"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I found this guy the other day, and he asked me to bring him to you."

The bandaged figure took a deep breath and said a few words.

"I've missed you, Shinya-chan."

"Well I guess the wedding's off for now da ne. I have to take care of this little mess first da ne."

Yanagi jumped out of his seat at the wedding and ran toward the bandaged man.

"Oh my god! It's really you, isn't it? "

"Yep. It sure is, Renji. You've grown up quite a bit."

As the tear jerking reunions continued, Father Kisarazu wondered what the hell could possibly go wrong next.