A Predictable Predicament

By Rosedreamer49

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.

Chapter 11: The Finale

The fabric was soft, and white, and silky. As Sakura twirled around, she knew she had never been happier, or more nervous in her life. Her dress was beautiful, and her hair was in a pretty twist. Tomoyo was standing around her, poking and prodding as she perfected her masterpiece. With one final jab, Tomoyo pronounced her work done, and squealed,

"Oh, Sakura, it's perfect. And just in time, too." Sakura rolled her eyes. She was walking down the isle in twenty minutes. Tomoyo had been working diligently on Sakura's wedding dress for months now, and finally, within hours of the ceremony, it was done. As Tomoyo stood back admiring her work, there was a knock on the door. Eriol and Touya came in, and Touya froze.

Eriol let Tomoyo out of the room, and Sakura shuffled nervously. Touya cleared his throat.

"Sak...Sakura, Dad would be so proud of you right now." Sakura found it difficult to breath, and Touya sniffed loudly, bringing his hand toward his face. "Shoot, I've got some dust in my eye." Sakura felt some tears trickle down her face, and abruptly gave Touya a hug.

"Onii, I can't imagine doing this without you by my side. I love you so much, Touya." Touya just wrapped his arms around his sister and returned her hug.

"There, kaiju, Dad wouldn't want you to be sad. Let's cheer up. Do you have the envelope?" Sakura reached into her garter, and pulled out a blue envelope. "Good, so, you want to give it to him at the reception?"

"No, I think the ceremony would be more appropriate." Touya nodded, and took her hand. "Are you ready, kaiju? I'm excited for you! Where did you decide to honeymoon?"

"California. It's supposed to be gorgeous this time of the year." Touya smiled, and looked down at his sister, who was pale as a sheet. He could tell she was still nervous.

"Kaiju, do you know what happens on a honeymoon?" Sakura blushed beet red, and stomped on his foot.

"Onii! You...gar!" Touya shrieked, recovered, and led her to the Narthex, where most of the bridal procession was waiting. "Sakura, everything is going to be ok." She nodded, and clutched her bouquet tighter. "Everything is going to be ok, Ni-chan, I'm so excited."

Syaoran was standing at the altar, and Eriol was standing behind him. He was rocking on his toes again, and Yamazaki kept kicking him discretely. Syaoran was nervous, he could look out and see the church filled with people, some of whom he didn't know. But some of them, he knew well. He could see Sonomi, Tomoyo's mother, his sisters, who had handkerchiefs in their hands, and his mother, Yelan. He gulped. He knew he was in trouble for not forcing Sakura to move to Hong Kong, but he was sure he had done the right thing.

He met his mothers eyes, and to his surprise, she winked, and glanced to her left, where he saw the elders were sitting. This surprised him too, since he thought he was out of favor at the time. But there was nothing he could do now, and the music started to play. Syaoran started rocking again as some of Sakura's little cousins started walking down the isle tossing flower pedals on the ground. Soon the rest of the bridesmaids filed out, Rika, Naoko, Chihauru, Meilin and Tomoyo, all in beautiful dresses. Then the organist changed to a more familiar tune, and everyone stood up.

Syaoran had to remember to breathe. Sakura was lovely. She looked down, shyly and then looked at him, a smile spreading across his face. He felt all his misgivings about marrying her fly out the window, and smiled back at her. He loved everything about her, and glanced at her left hand, which would soon bear the heirloom clan ring. He just barely noticed the envelope she held clutched beside the flowers she also held.

Before he knew it, she was standing there, in front of him, and Touya was answering the dreaded question, "Who gives this girl to be this man's wife?" Touya's voice caught, and he responded,

"I, her brother, do." and her hand slipped out of his, and he looked up to Syaoran, meeting his eyes, and winked. Syaoran took her hand, and led her up the to the altar.

Sakura had said that she wanted to recite her vows first, and when the time came, she reached out for both of Syaoran's hands, and swallowed hard. Syaoran felt the paper crunch in his hand, and Sakura started to speak.

"Syaoran, since our childhood you have forever been alongside me. You have helped me in my challenges, and helped me overcome what otherwise would have been impossible. In the years since then, you have been a friend, confidante, and shoulder to cry on."

Syaoran heard his sisters sobbing in the audience. "Syaoran, you make me laugh, and you can brighten up my days with the smallest of smiles. You try very hard to make me happy, even if it means a disadvantage to you. And now, as we start our new lives together, I have a chance to make you happy. Please, open that envelope." She drew her hands out of his, and he, confused, slit open the blue paper. He looked at it, confused, and then looked at her. Reading the paper again, he found it looked like an address. But the area code and the zip code didn't match up with what he knew of Tomoeda, or even of Japan.

"Syaoran, I knew the whole time that you were being pressured to live in Hong Kong, and to run the Li clan. I knew that that was very important to you, and that you were willing to sacrifice it for my brother and myself. You, my love, deserve to be happy too. That is the address of the home we will go to when we end our honeymoon, a home just outside of Hong Kong, one your mother thought you would like very much." She looked at him, and smiled. Syaoran marveled at her.

He touched his hands to her face. "Sakura, you amaze me." She blushed, and he began his vows. "You, Sakura, my love, will always be happy, and you will always be loved. I will always protect you, and I will always fight for you. I can think of no one in the word whom I would rather spend my life with. You make me whole. I don't know what I'd be without you. Thank you." He could here all his sisters, and most of the bridesmaids sobbing, and couldn't help but feel a twang of amusement at how sappy they all were. Then, her heard a honking from the congregation, and at a glance, saw the elders were tearing up to.

Eriol handed him the rings, and as he slid his onto Sakura's finger, he couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have someone who loved him like her. He faintly responded to the prompts of the priest, and said 'I do' when he had to, and dimly heard Sakura do the same. Then, he heard the resounding words, "You may kiss the bride," and he did just that.

AN: WAAAAAAAAAAA!! Did anyone else get diabetes from the severe overload of sweetness and sap there? Was I the only one? Well?

I'm sorry, and a little bit glad to say that this story is DONE. FINITO. I may write something else later, but not for a while. I have MUCHO HOMEWORK.

The word of the chapter is: peroration: the concluding part of a speech, forcefully summing up what has been said. 2. A long or overly rhetorical speech.

Also, I want to thank all the people who reviewed. I generally hate it when people list all the names, but I want anyone who read or reviewed to know that you are really really really cool. I love you.

So, well...ta ta for now. I'll see you another time... -Ms. Rose.