A Vision in White
There are those who live for the good of mankind. They spend their lives righting wrongs and fighting off the horror normal people would much rather not face, let alone know that they even exist. Duo Maxwell is not one of those people. In fact, if you could describe Duo Maxwell as anything in particular, it would have to be… crazy. It was actually a title he, himself embraced. Hell, he was crazy.
On the particular day in question, Duo Maxwell was pacing back and forth in a tuxedo and wearing holes in the deep magenta carpet that lined the church. Bells rang and he could hear the familiar voices of people he knew walking in and sitting down in their seats and chatting amongst themselves about how happy they were for the couple in question who were, that very day, getting married in that very church. Needless to say, Duo Maxwell may have been a little nervous.
It was an event long overdue, as his friends told him. It was also an event that meant in no small way that Duo Maxwell had better straighten his act and become more responsible, otherwise Hilde was very likely to box his ears. He knew from experience, on numerous occasions in the past, it wasn't fun. She was a force to be reckoned with.
His head swam, memories drifting back and forth. The day he met her. When they started dating. That time they had locked Heero and Relena up in a room, trying to get them to confess their undying love for each other. Of course, it hadn't worked. In fact, it had caused them to break up. Never the less, it was memorable and he had so loved to see Heero's face when he saw Relena in nothing except a towel, just before he shoved him in the room and threw away the key.
He remembered the days, now long since gone, when he had been on the street and was taken in. What would the priest say about him now, if he could see Duo standing there with his hair pulled neatly into a long braid and a penguin suit that Duo would much rather have burned than wear?
Sighing, he walked out the door and went to stand and wait for his bride. Heero stood beside him, glaring.
"As soon as this is over, I'm going to kill someone." Heero muttered. Duo grinned as he watched his friend fidget and tug at different parts of his clothing. Heero noticed Duo's grin. "Don't be so happy. There's a good possibility it'll be you."
"Is that a threat?" Duo asked. Heero gave him one of those famous 'omae o kurosu' glares.
"At least wait until after the ceremony." the priest whispered, noticing Heero's gun. The music started to play. Duo watched as the doors opened to reveal Hilde, dressed in a flowing white gown and accompanied by Quatre, who was walking her down the isle.
In that one moment, Duo forgot that barely fifteen minutes ago he had been pacing in anticipation. He forgot Heero's death threat, not that Heero's death threats ever particularly worried him. He forgot all the bad times in his entire life. In fact, he could barely think at all. When Hilde reached him and the priest began his long, boring speech from that book Duo noticed he was holding, all he could see was Hilde. She was beautiful.
He loved her. He had loved her from the first day he saw her. Now, today, he was marrying her. On that day, Duo was the happiest man alive.
