Epilogue

He stood at the altar and adjusted his collar for what seemed like the millionth time. He glanced at his watch, then proceeded to survey the guests that had arrived. There were about a hundred and fifty of them altogether, and boy did they make him feel nervous.

One would think that Echizen Ryoma never felt nervous. Even he himself didn't think so. But now, it felt like there was a huge tidal wave in his stomach trying to overtake his insides.

His golden eyes flashed. She was late.

He thought back to the many times that she herself had chastised him not to be late- for group meetings, projects and tennis practice. He supposed, checking his watch once more, that perhaps being on time for something had finally registered in his brain.

He smiled unconsciously.

Suddenly, music started playing. He was dumbfounded. He was confused. He wondered if there was a possibility that he could simply pause it for a moment just to reminisce about the past.

But there was no stopping the music.

As notes of the all too familiar tune began to flow, a woman stood at the end of the church in a long, flowing white gown. She had a white veil over her head, and had white roses in her hands. She was smiling.

Ryoma watched helplessly as she slowly walked down the aisle that was littered with flower petals and his stomach churned violently. Oh gods... he thought he was going to pass out.

His hands were sweating buckets, and he started to bring them up to adjust his collar once more when his mother and former high school coach both shot him piercing glares. His dropped his hands to his side and promptly cleared his throat twice.

The woman seemed much closer now, and he bit his lip. Gosh, she was so beautiful. He almost wanted to pull off her veil and yell at her, "What have you done to the little girl I used to know back in high school?"

But he liked her. Both ways, actually. He loved the fully grown version as well as the little kiddy one with pigtails.

Her hair was down in curls now and they reached her shoulders. Her earrings sparkled, as well as the diamond necklace that he'd gotten for her two years ago. Ryoma gulped and his knees shook. What was it about her that made him so nervous all of a sudden?

He wasn't ever quite sure.

She took her place next to him at the altar and took his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed hers back and stared ahead at the priest.

The priest went on for quite sometime, and Ryoma, having the short attention span of a goldfish, didn't really catch most of what he said. Which was why when the priest had asked him if he wanted to take the beautiful woman standing next to him as his lawfully wedded wife, he didn't answer immediately.

"Ryoma!" She hissed and stepped on his foot.

"OW!"

The whole roomful of guests were silent, except for a few snickers in the pews in front. Even the girl right next to him had to giggle.

The priest gave Ryoma a humored smile. "Mr Echizen Ryoma, I ask you once more. Would you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? Would you love her, please her and honour her till death do you part?"

Ryoma nodded. "Uh... yeah. Umh... no wait! I mean, I do."

More snickering ensued. Ryoma groaned mentally. He shouldn't have invited his tennis buddies from high school. He took a short glance back, and caught sight of Momo laughing hysterically (silently, as well), before a petite woman next to him slapped him up with her purse and told him to shut up. He smiled in amusement.

"Then do you, Ryuuzaki Sakuno, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Would you love him, please him, and honour him till death do you part?"

"I do."

The priest closed his book. "By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Ryoma mentally whooted. If there was one part of the ceremony he liked, it was kissing the bride. Even when they had rehersals (okay, he had to admit, he didn't know that you HAD to have rehersals for this kinda thing) and they practiced all the way through, they spent about half the time practicing the kissing part.

Sakuno smiled somewhat apprehensively. She knew what was going through her husband's head now.

They faced each other and he lifted her veil and both smiled at each other.

Momo got up and screamed, "GOOOOO RYOMA!"

Both turned to smile at him, while the woman next to him smacked him once more, and he sat down and rubbed the side of his face.

Ryoma looked at his bride with a mischevious glint in his eye. He scooped her up and planted a kiss on her cheek. Sakuno shrieked and slapped him lightly when he'd put her down.

"Oh you insufferable git!" She said, halfway smiling at him.

And with that, she kissed him lightly on the lips. The church full of people went wild.

He looked at her, grinning so widely. "I do believe we have an audience, dear."

She raised an eyebrow, grinning as well. "Where to, Mr Echizen?"

He picked her up. "To the ends of the earth, Mrs. Echizen."

She rolled her eyes as he scrambled out of the church carrying her and placed her in the passenger seat of his car. He took his own seat, then proceeded to drive off into the horizon. The guests screamed and waved at them, and Sakuno turned around and threw her bouquet of flowers to her guests. Girls shrieked and jumped to catch it, but it landed in the hands of a certain stoic looking buchou.

Tezuka stared at the bouquet of flowers and the proceeded to turn around. "What are these for?"

Fuji smiled at him. "Whoever catches it will get married soon, Tezuka."

"Hn."

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