Ugh… I was lugging a very heavy Lulu costume around for eight hours… My toes still feel like they are falling off…
I'm tired… Please don't let this chapter make you think I am a sad, sick, strange person… Or perhaps I am…? Well, either way…
I put a drawing of Hisoka in his wedding dress on my Deviant Art site… It's at sawatari. so if you want to check it out… it didn't turn out too bad…
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Yami Yami Omake Go!
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Tsuzuki adjusted his tie and sighed. Hisoka wasn't much in the wedding spirit this morning, and for good reason. The outfit he had to wear embarrassed Tsuzuki just looking at it.
"Tsuzuki-kun?" Kei peered into the room. "We have to get to the park."
"Ah…" Tsuzuki sighed and checked himself over once more. "Kei-san, I'm really sorry about the other day… I swear, Hana-san didn't walk in on anything…"
Kei waved his hand and opened the door wider for Tsuzuki. "It's fine. However, I hope you aren't getting cold feet… It would be a shame for you to run out on my lovely daughter."
"Eh… Don't you mean son?" Tsuzuki blinked.
Kei shook his head. "For my own sanity, today Hisoka-chan is my daughter." He dropped an arm on Tsuzuki's shoulders and led him outside.
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"Hana-san… I… I can't…" Hisoka whimpered from behind the room separator.
"You can't go running out on Tsuzuki-san now." Hana huffed.
"It's just…" Hisoka slowly walked from behind the separator. He was clad in an off-white dress.
Hana rushed behind him and pulled the zipper up. "Don't you look darling?" She giggled and hurried back to the door. She slowly pulled it open and waved frantically. Hisoka watched her for a moment, and then nearly fell over as Yui and Mitsuki ran in the room.
"H-Hana-san!" He failed to escape from sight and fell backwards into the room separator.
"Oh, no! I know the bride is supposed to be prettier than the bride's maids, but Hisoka-chan being prettier is just weird!" Yui huffed.
"With or without being a bride, Hisoka-chan was always prettier." Mitsuki sniffled.
"This is… abnormal…" Hisoka pouted.
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Tsuzuki glanced nervously around the crowd of people under the tent. For a reason he was unsure of, he felt as though there was an evil presence. As the music changed, his gaze turned to the aisle. A ruffled mass that faintly resembled Hisoka was walking towards him. He tried to stifle a laugh, just as Ryu was as well. The priest shot the two a glance and shook his head.
"Who would have thought hell would be made of ruffles, lace, and tulle…" Hisoka mumbled.
Kei swallowed an almost escaped snicker. "When I first thought of this, I never assumed you'd be stuck like that." Kei smiled. He handed Hisoka off to Tsuzuki and stepped to the side.
"Okay, first, before anything," the priest raised his hands to the crowd, "we are going to do this in a mature and professional manner. As far as I'm concerned, we have a strapping groom and a beautiful bride." The priest looked back at Hisoka and Tsuzuki and smiled. "Now, today we are here to celebrate the union of this man and this…" Now it was the priest's turn to stifle his laughter, "woman…"
As the ceremony continued, the odd situation passed and the witnesses and partakers slowly fell into the wedding spirit.
After what felt like an eternity for Hisoka, the priest finally smiled and nodded. "These rings signify your everlasting love for one another. Wear them with pride. You may now kiss the… each other."
Tsuzuki pulled back Hisoka's veil and smiled. "As ridiculous as you look, I must admit you are damn sexy." He took Hisoka's moment of blushing embarrassment to kiss him.
As the crowd of people watched the awkward event, a man in white turned from the tree he was leaning against. He began walking to the reception area by the pond.
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"I can't wait to get out of this thing…" Hisoka pulled off the tiara and tried to grab the zipper at his back.
"Actually, for his clean conscious, the priest wants you to stay in that until after the reception." Tsuzuki smiled and pulled Hisoka to the ground next to him. "They want us to wait here until the reception is set up. Saiki-chan wants to surprise us with what she picked for the meal."
"This entire day was a terrible joke…" Hisoka sighed. He turned to Tsuzuki and was shocked by the hurt expression on his face.
"I thought it was fun and… I'm really glad we did it." Tsuzuki smiled sadly. "True, I didn't get paraded in a frilly mess, but wasn't it fun at all?"
"I…" Hisoka frowned. "I guess that, from how my birth parents raised me, anytime something good happens I try and find some way to make it bad."
"Well, look at it this way. Everybody at the reception will be really happy, so you'll pick that up and be happy too, right?"
Hisoka thought for a moment and laid his head on Tsuzuki's shoulder. "I'm happy right here…" He smiled and closed his eyes.
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"Congratulations, Tsuzuki-san." Tatsumi smiled.
"Tatsumi! It's been forever since I last saw you!" Tsuzuki smiled.
"Indeed." Tatsumi adjusted his glasses. "I was a bit worried about coming, but I am glad I did. Kurosaki-kun is lucky."
"Eh… Heh." Tsuzuki rubbed his head.
"Tsuzuki-san." Tsuzuki gasped and spun around. Muraki was standing close behind him.
"Muraki!" Tsuzuki hissed.
Tatsumi watched the two men stare at each other for a moment. "Tsuzuki-san, would you like me to get rid of this man?"
"After doing such a blasphemous service, I am sure the priest would be disappointed at his guest being removed from the party." Muraki smiled.
"Its okay, Tatsumi…" Tsuzuki took a few steps back from Muraki and glared at him. "What do you want?"
"I merely wished to congratulate you. Also, if you happen to have a falling out with the boy anytime in the future, I would most graciously offer you my hand in marriage." Muraki smiled.
"Geh!" Tsuzuki nearly face faulted. "Pervert!"
"You would make a much more beautiful bride than the boy. I know the perfect place to get your dress." Muraki continued.
"L… Listen you…" Tsuzuki could feel his face burn and go pale at the same time. "If you're a guest of the priest's, I can't do anything, but don't you dare come near Hisoka."
"I have no such intentions. My only purpose in accepting the priest's offer was so I could offer myself to you. I promise that I will be much gentler with you than I was with your bride." Muraki smirked.
"Bastard!" Tsuzuki hissed. As he was prepared to lunge at Muraki, the priest walked up to them.
"Ah, Tsuzuki-san, you seem to have met Doctor Muraki. He would be a fine doctor to deliver your future children!" The priest smiled.
"Eh… Hisoka's a…" Tsuzuki blinked.
"Yes, yes, what beautiful children you two will make." The priest continued in his fantasy.
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"Hisoka-chan! You are so adorable!" Kana squealed. She, Mitsuki, Yui, and a group of girls Kana had brought with her from the college were huddled around Hisoka, taking pictures and suffering giggle-fits.
"Maybe if you worked out a little you wouldn't have been put in this situation." Ryu poked his way between the girls until he found a chair buried beneath the ruffles that was Hisoka.
"It's not easy for my body to make muscles, so I would have to do ten times as much to see a millionth of the affect." Hisoka sighed. "By that time my heart would probably give out."
"Way to bring a wedding crashing down, man." Ryu pouted. "Both my dad and I are jealous of you. You know how strange that is?"
"Can't be much stranger than how this day have already been." Hisoka failed at his attempt to tame the frilly outfit.
"Oh, my…" Mitsuki blushed. "You aren't wearing white."
"Hisoka-chan! How could you!" One of the girls squealed.
"Are there any pictures?" Another yelled.
"Pictures of what? Yaoi freak…" Kana huffed.
"Oh, no! What have they done to you?" Saiki laid her head on Hisoka's shoulder.
Hisoka turned and looked the woman over. "Saiki-san, isn't that dress a little… eccentric for a wedding?"
"You think?" Saiki examined herself. She was wearing a barely there black dress that was open in the back and split up the sides. "Well, I wanted to match my cater boys." Saiki waved at the men setting out plates on the tables. Each was dressed in an open, black shirt with cut sleeves. "And don't give me any weird looks. It's a gay wedding; I'll treat it as such, even if everybody else tries to see you as a girl."
"Even so…" Hisoka mumbled. "At least one person still looks at me as a boy…"
"Well, there's still Asato-kun." Saiki smiled. "He doesn't look at you as a boy or a girl. To him, you're just you; his lovely Hisoka-kun. If it really mattered, do you think he would go through all this for you?"
"Saiki-san…" Hisoka looked across the reception area. He spotted Tsuzuki talking to a familiar man in white. "No… what's…" Hisoka jumped up and shoved his way through the girls.
