Gundham's skittish behavior was making it really hard for Hajime to relax. The whole island was having a proper beach day in celebration of the recent completion of three homes. Peko and Fuyuhiko's, Sonia and Gundam's, and Ryota's homes were now ready for move in. Now, he knew that the breeder was... strange, and that Sonia and him together tended to be very strange, but this was different than their normal odd. They were sat under a large black umbrella, fully dressed, while everybody else was frolicking, and that was normal. Sonia liked swimming, but she frequently prefered just sitting with Gundham and discussing the occult. But Gundham was being just slightly wrong. Sitting straighter and stiffer then normal, occasionally twitching of his fingers, a dart of the eyes everyonce and a while. It was slight, but he couldn't not notice, and he couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong. Was he having a rough patch with his Ptsd from his Ultimate Despair time? Was he nervous about something? He could feel his mind spit potential problems, and which were more likely, but it was swiftly narrowed down to a specific answer when he noticed his hand briefly twitch towards his pocket. There are was a ninety-eight percent chance Gundam was planning a proposal. Hajime felt his heart warm. That was so... adorable, really. No wonder he was nervous. The Ultimate Hope could only hope the animal lover would get up the courage, this was a wonderful time and setting for a proposal.

The beach, the sun, all their close ones present, it'd be great. If he pulled it off.

The whole matter of Gundam promptly got thrown from his mind when Akane lifted Komaeda over her head and threw him in his direction, covering Hajime in sand. He got dragged into whatever conflict had gotten started while he was focusing on figuring things out. He had Komaeda in a headlock and Akane pinned under foot when the booming voice of the Ultimate Breeder spread across the beach, promptly grabbing everybody's attention when he was only addressing Sonia

"On this day of searing sun and freezing seas, it would bring the greatest of joys to my icy soul to plead my allegiance to you, my firey Demon Queen. Immune to my poison skin, melting the eternal ice of my heart, your radiance makes you the only one worthy!" Despite the confidence in his tone, his face was bright red. The former princess seemed confused at first, but seemed to catch on, and was eagerly awaiting what she knew was coming. He dropped down onto a knee from his new standing position. "Give me greatest pleasure by agreeing to link your soul to mine, that when we decend to hell, we may burn together for all times?"

"Yes, I'd be glad to!" Sonia squealed, and wow, Hajime didn't think Gundam and Sonia would be the first to get engaged, the highest probabilities went to it being Fuyuhiko and Peko, so they were in an interesting probability pool.

"Hey, asshole, who do you think you are, proposing before me!" The former gangster screeched in poor controled indignity. "I had a whole plan for next week, and you stole all my thunder, dickhead!"

Ah, well, there it is.

"You were going to propose?" Peko asked, face turning red. Fuyuhiko looked at her slowly, having forgotten that she was sitting a foot away from him in his fury at being upstaged.

"Uhhhh..." The shorter man looked like his mind had completely blue screened. He blinked himself back into reality. "Would you say yes if I did? Is that a fucking problem?"

"Of course I'll marry you." It was said with confidence, but Peko was also turning red.

"Well, uh- Great. The ring is hidden under the floorboards of our cabin, so I don't have the ring on me-"

"How wonderful!" Sonia started clapping her hands, leaping up to jump up and down. "A joint wedding! How splendid! I've only known them from storybooks!"

"Joint Wedding?" Gundam and Fuyuhiko spit in confusion before glaring at each other.

"Yes, a joint wedding." The former royal lifted a finger like she was a wise old teacher in a movie. "When two or more couples get wed in the same cermony. It'd be reasonable to do in this case, correct? With our limited resources, it'd be best to pool everything together for one fabulous wedding over two average ones. It's only the responsible thing to do... plus it'd be so delightful and romantic! Sharing a wonderous day with the only other steady couple on the island with all our closest friends!" And the jumping and clapping started again.

"It does sound... reasonable." Peko said, and Gundam and Fuyuhiko became visibly resigned.

"Well, that a pretty tall order, cordinating a wedding like that would be a nightmare." The baby faced thug put it forward, but he knew the answer. Hajime knew, too.

"That's what we have Hajime for!"

Yup, there it is.

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Well, if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right., and so an empty room in the old future foundation building was turned into Hajime's very own wedding planning suite. Getting the basics down, like a desks, tables, corkboards, was easy, but he'd have to look for some other things when they next went on a trip. He moved the island's one sewing machine over here, which will be fine but he should probably find another. Plus, a raid of an abandoned crafts store would do wonders for whatever they couldn't buy with money made from selling island products. On the next run, Gundam is coming with them and setting up stands to sell pets he'd been breeding and training, so they might make a pretty penny. Even with the office unfinished, they still needed to have a meeting to start planning.

And so here they are.

"Okay, so are we attached to any particular dates for the wedding?" Hajime asked, clicking his pen and wipping out a notebook.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Fuyuhiko huffed, crossing his arms like a child. This was going well. "It's just going to be the islanders and maybe that those future foundation people who didn't croak us, so what does it matter?"

"Well, we need time to prepare, get everything made, plus some dates are highly symbolic." Sonia answered, either not noticing or deliberately ignoring his ire. "I can't say I'm particularly attached to any dates."

"The date of our bonding is little importance. Such petty squabbles are for lower beings of the material planes."

"Great, so for now lets just mark down june of next year, we can figure a date down once we are a bit more together." Hajime pushed things along, feeling the grip of boredom at the edges of his mind. "Now, what about the wedding parties? Are we having two Groom and Bridal parties are are we sharing?"

"It would make sense to share, would it not? There are only so many people on the island."

"What need do what even have for these... parties" Gundham spat out, looking like he was smellign something particularly fowl. "All I need are my Dark Devas and my Ice Queen."

"Of course we need them, it's fucking tradition!" And there was the fight Hajime was waiting for. "Just because you're an occult bastard, and we aren't having a traditional ceramony, doesn't mean we have to throw out all tradition."

"It is no concern of mine the customs of earthly beings!"

"I'm going to make you concerned with these fists!"

Hajime was going to intervene, but in the smaller end of probabilities, Peko did first.

"The Dark Devas would be really cute ring bearers..." The swordswoman said, looking at her feet with a dark red flush across her cheeks. "Do you think they could be trained to actually put on the rings?"

"But of course!" Gundham crowed proudly, and the Devas sensing that they were being talked about, popped out of his scarf with vigor. "They would be perfect for the job!"

"They are really adorable..."

"Their magic level is very high, yes! Just like their parents before them." The breeder's smile turned a bit sad as he reached a finger up to pet one of their fluffy little heads. The Devas Gundham went under with died about a year after they came out of the pod. Hajime knew he had been worried to death that they wouldn't breed before they died. The Deva's are breed from the first hamster's the man had ever had, and with luck, the one's in the pod did have some babies before passing. This time around, for reasons unknown to Hajime, the Devas had flower based names. The new Deva's: Snapdragon, Aconite, Petunia, and Chrysanthemum. Fitting names, really. "Frankly it'd be criminal to have anybody but them bare the dark bonding materials of my matrimony. You may also make use of their great power."

"Since Hajime will be officating the cermony, and planning the whole thing, what use do we have for a wedding party?"

"They can plan the bachelor and bachelorette parties! Take some of the load of the guy." Fuyuhiko answered Sonia, and that was a cute thought if Hajime didn't know for sure whoever they chose, he'd get dragged into some how.

"But who would have, if not Hajime?" Gundham asked.

"Look, I know you don't like the guy, but if I'm choosing a guy to plan a party? I'd go with Soda."

Looks they had decided on sharing, atleast.

"No."

"He's got the sort of energy you want in a best man, emo bastard! And he hasn't even hit on Sonia in over year."

"That lowly worm-"

"He's a great choice, man."

"No-"

"Gundham, my Darkest Prince, don't let him get to you. It's not important." Sonia reached up a small hand to caress his face and calm him down. "It doesn't bother me, and it would be nice keep some tradition in. I don't mind."

"If my Queen of Coldest Ice agrees... I'll let it pass."

"Mahiru would plan a nice party." Peko threw in.

"I agree."

In the strangest of twists, the meeting ended up being boring, not because of predicted fights, but because of their ability to resolve them without his intervention. Boring because order instead of predicted chaos is it's own sort of exciting.

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Hajime knew it was a little weird to be excited about the designing and creation of the wedding attire, but he was. He hadn't gotten to use his more creative talents much, and it was painfully dull. But, now, he had a golden chance to really go nuts. While there had been a bit of fuss about the color schemes, Sonia and Fuyuhiko, the pair who had the most attachment to traditions, had very different cultures around wedding attire and color symbolism, but they'd reached a sort of compromise. So, Hajime was going to get to make black wedding dresses. But, that was only half the fun, because Gundam would be in white, and Fuyuhiko in red. It was going to be very interesting. Now that they had gone on off island trip, and he now had all the needed materials, they were going to have meeting to get measured and discuss designs.

First up was Sonia, and while it wasn't a surprise, he still glad to see a notebook in her hands. Her's was the dress he was looking forward to most.

"You have some ideas with you?"

"I thought it would help." She smiled softly. "The bridal gowns in my family are very important. I don't expect you to turn out a royal gown, considering our resources, but I would like something nice."

The former royal handed over the book and to expectation, it was full of cut outs of beautiful gowns and rough sketches of ideas she had. It was solid start, just as he expected of Sonia.

"Okay, so, resources are limited, so do you mine if use a strong, long hoop skirt over several layers of fabric? It'd help with temperture control too, since it's a summer wedding."

"Of course, whatever it would take."

"And the waist of the dress, you have a few different types in your notes, do you want to have the skirt start at your natural waist or closer to your hips?" He said, gesturing to the areas on himself with a pen. "At your natural waist, it'd be more princess-like, lower down it'd be have a bit more sex appeal."

"As wrong as it feels to wear something that brings forth a princess-like appearance, given... What I've done." Sonia cringed and Hajime pressed his lips together in something like sympathy. She'd used her royal position in during The Tragedy to do terrible, awful things. "I think I'd like that. I'd like that alot."

"You're trying your best to make up for what you've done, you deserve this. If you want, we can look through the black frabrics I dragged home, see if like them, before we start your measurements."

"I'd love to!" That made the young woman perk back up, mission accomlished.

They walked over to where Hajime had all the fabric he'd collected was stacked. Hajime casually picked up several more bolts then he should have at his size, as you do when you're a living weapon of sorts. He could admit that he went a little overboard on fabric acquisition, it was just so interesting to get to indulge his more creative talents like fashion design and sewing. They just didn't get much use on the island outside of repairing the clothes they had/found while they were out. With the amount of fabric he'd brought back, he would probably make a whole lot of new clothes with the excess fabric, which would be its own sort of fun. Hajime got so bored so easily with his stupid super brain telling him with great accuracy the things most likely to happen. It was nice to have something like this, something new, even if it was still predictable to his manufactured genius.

"I figured you'd be more interested in sparkles over frills and lace." He said, laying out his ridiculous bounty of fabric. "I was thinking of using this for your dress's petticoat."

Sonia gasped with delight as Hajime unrolled a little of a very sparkly tulle fabric he'd rescued from an abandoned Joann's at the american city they'd stopped in. The fabric had reminded him of a dark, country night sky, full of sparkling light and dark in a way you just didn't see in a city. He knew Sonia would love it.

"It's beautiful..." She ran her fingers over it gently.

"So that's a yes on the petticoat fabric." Patting the sparkly bolt before running a hand over the other black bolts. "Any of these other fabrics call to you for the rest of the dress?"

"I don't know... I know I want the dress to be comfortable, so we should probably stick with the most breathable fabrics, and use embroidery for detail. Nothing too much, of course..."

"We only have so much time." He nodded before putting his hands over a collection of the sparkly fabrics. "I would like it if you picked your favorites of these as options for the accent fabric."

"Right... Um..." The former princess felt the fabrics for softness with hands that were built the delicacy of her former station, though they now had some roughness from her current life style. She pushed forward three bolts to pick from, two light cotton fabrics, and one slightly heavier silken fabric. "I trust you to pick between these."

"Great, we can get to the measurements now."

Hajime was going to make her a great dress. Sonia was apprehensive of having an extravegant gown, that she didn't deserve it with what she had done to her own people as their ruler, but her heart clearly yearned for a big, poofy princess style wedding dress. So, he was going to one so great that she'd have no choice but to love it.

(The more energetic islanders were clearly rubbing off on him, ugh.)

The rest of the fitting meeting went suprisingly well, and as boring as that is, at least it meant he could get to the part he was excited about. The actual clothes making.

He'd managed to pick up several sewing mannequins, for men and women, though the adjustable ones had to be bought at a market. Being fully honest, he probably got too many, but that hardly mattered now. Hajime was going to get to be creative in a new way. Gundham's white suit was going to be easy enough, though he was thinking of making the inside a bit more interesting. It didn't take long to get all the panels cut out, so he could get to the what he considered the fun part of this piece. He was going to have the inside be lined with a pale pink satin, and carefully embroidered in an off white color with images of playful hamsters. He was also planning on using the same off white thread to embroider the breast pocket of his suit with a pentagram. It was rare he got to really focus on using and activating a talent, they tended to flow out gently as needed, but as he gently held the thin satin in his hands, carefully stabbing on the desired pattern, a chunky cheeked hamster; Hajime could feel himself actively pulling and focusing a specific talent. A beautiful break from the patterns he'd gotten into on the island. Time seemed to float away, and it seemed like he was is a bright void space where only him and the things in his hand existed.

Until there was a knock on the door.

"Ohhhh ~Hajime~?" The voice of Komaeda sing-songed through the door. "You're missing dinner!"

What!?

"I'm coming!" The work was sat aside gently before he speed off. He'd have to remember to set alarms so he didn't forget things like his other duties... or eating.

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It'd been a really long time since Hajime had an Izuru related episode. Early on, when they were still combining and settling into their body, the sides could speak to each other, and Izuru would sometimes just come forward as the dominate. This normally resulted in blackouts, headaches, and sleepwalking. This had mostly stopped as they finally settled. So, when he woke up on the beach, in a wetsuit, with a concerned Nagito and Ryota looming over him. This was odd, because he the last thing he remembers was going to bed.

"Oh, you're awake." He tried and failed to not get annoyed with Komaeda.

"No shit."

"What happened?" Ryota asked, talking over Komaeda as they complained about the attitude.

"I think I sleepwalked?" Hajime answered as the smaller man helped him up. He abruptly came into better awareness, noticing how salty he felt all over, and the big bag of... oysters? "Dive. I sleep dived. What the fuck?"

"Is this Izuru's doing?" Despite them being the same person, and both of them sharing their talents, Komaeda always got excited when he thought his Izuru was coming out because of the hate boner he had for the guy.

"Probably? This seems like him, but why oysters? I know I've been a bit bored lately, but to risk our life for shellfish?"

"Well, has something been on your mind lately? You've been really into making the wedding party's outfits for weeks, is there something wrong?" Leave to Nagito to be just useful enough to repress a deep down urge to snap his annoying neck.

"I've hit a bit of a wall with the women's jewelry pieces... They should have something special, but gems and jewelry are really pricey in this new world, and all the stores have been looted of stuff like that." Hajime could feel a headache creep in at the reminder of his problem. "But why..."

And then it hit him like a meteor.

He scrambled to pull out an oyster and pryed it open with his bare hands, and there it was, a pearl.

"Pearls!" Ryoma gasped, eyes blown wide.

"Homemade pearl jewelry for the brides!" Komaeda's eyes sparkled and he clapped his hands together. "A wonderful idea from the Ultimate Hope! I can't believe that I-"

Hajime felt bad about it, but he had no room in his mindspace right now for one of the pale boy's self loathing hope rants, so he fleed the scene, leaving poor Ryoma to deal with that. He grabbed a banana from the hotel cafeteria and went to his wedding/sewing room and started shucking his bounty for pearls. With all the horror that paints his memories of Izuru, it was easy to forget his problem solving abilities. So, he'd forgive the late night adventure that his monsterous side took his body on. They were on the same side right now.

He had just enough pearls to make a set of matching earrings and two necklaces, which wouldn't be all pearls, but would have them all the same. If he raided the still abandoned parts of the island for tech, there was sure be gold he can melt down and repurpose for jewelry with some finessing.

It was all coming together.

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To say that Hajime was aprehensive of Soda planning the Bachelor Party would be an understatement of drastic proportions. Everybody on the island could see it, with all the brunette's glances and questions as they quickly approached the date. This did not help ease Gundam's own concerns about wether or not it was good idea to have him be their best man; and Fuyuhiko honestly understood, but with Hajime off the table since he was the one doing the ceremony, they didn't have many options to pick from. The men on this island were real weirdos, hell, he was in the joint wedding with one of the weirder ones, but it was too late for Fuyuhiko to try and come up with anything different. So, he was resigned to trusting in Soda's personal development that he wouldn't do anything fucking weird to ruin his and Gundham's night. Unhelpful in all of this was the fact that that bob the mechanic builder motherfucker was keeping a tight lid on his plan for the night.

What could they possibly even do on this island for a party like this? They didn't exactly have any running clubs, and even if they did, Fuyuhiko had a solid feeling that Gundham would rather eat his own feet than have a stripper touch him. At least Peko might have a normal party, the women of the island were just fluid enough, sexually, that he had no doubt that Mahiru could get a couple of them to put on a show. At this point, he was looking forward to hearing her tell him about her bachelorette party than his own bachelor party.

When the day came, to the suprise of no one, Soda had chosen Titty Typhoon for the party. The thing that was a suprise: They'd actually put in a stripper's pole, which him more anxious than it should. It was like a shining promise for fuckery, given that all the girls were at the old hotel's pool. Fuyuhiko's apprehesion was sweep away from his mind as Soda put a plastic ball and chain on his leg and popped a bottle of whiskey in his mouth. Komaeda was doing the same to Gundham, but with vodka. It became easy to forget the onimous stripper pole as everybody started to drink, and play stupid ass party games as drinking games, while Hajime seemed to be in charge of music.

He and Gundham were so busy kicking Ryoma and the Imposter's ass at beer pong, that they, along with everybody else, hadn't noticed that Hajime had disappeared and Soda had slinked away from the group, closed the curtains, and gotten behind the sound station he had set up for Hajime.

Until that dumbass started the announcement, pushing a button to get a spotlight to turn onto the stage.

"Whats UUUUPPPP, my dudes!? For our viewing pleasure, in their preformance debut, we have: Orange Juice!"

Soda ran over to the stage with a little too much enthusiam to open up the curtians-

And just where did Soda find that?

They were facing away from the audience, weight on one leg and hand gripping the pole. Even from behind, he could tell they were wearing some skimpy version of a school girl outfit. They swung around the pole, their long brunette hair fanning with the momentum of the swing, revealing their front. They had startlingly blue eyes and a plain face that felt deeply familar, but just out of reach of recognition. Their body wasn't crazy attractive, but they were cute enough, they could serve to be a bit softer, but they looked to have a nice set of tits. Probably not as nice as Peko's, but nice.

"Woah, Hajime, I knew you had a big chest, but I didn't think it was that bad!" Komaeda enthused and Fuyuhiko felt like cold water had been pored over him. The other boy similarly looked like wet cats.

"Shut up, Komaeda, I worked really hard on this stripper suit." The voice was undeniably Hajime. "Do you have any idea how long me to make these tits? The ass?"

"Not as long as it took a girl, I bet." The pale boy quipped.

"I'm not doing this." He (?) turned to leave the stage.

"Wait! You obviously put a lot of work into this, you should do your routine!"

"Yeah!"

"Come on, Hajime!"

"If we are to adhere to these retched human traditions..." Gundham's face was red and he looked like he wanted to puke with anxiety and embarassment. "It would be costumary to have such entertainment, would it not?"

"Yeah, Hajime, you can't just leave us hanging." Fuyuhiko spoke up, crossing his arms. "Walking out here in a stripper suit and not following through, tsk... pretty lame."

"Fine." A hand went back to the pole. The former gangster was really curious as to what this would be like. Hajime is such a square, he couldn't possibly put on a show. "Oh, and as long as I'm in character-"

The ultimate hope, through some process they couldn't understand, was now speaking in a sultry voice that was undeniably feminine. He could see his personality flip into this knew persona, snap, really, with how sudden it was. They swung themselves around the pole, coming to a stop in front, facing away from the crowd before performing a perfect slut drop, head cocked to look at them.

"Call me Orange Juice, it'll make this less awkward."

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It was with great relucance and a lot of complaining that the girls stopped drinking. They couldn't be too sick tomorrow for the wedding, after all. Peko was just glad that everybody had a good time at bachelorette party. Even though her and Sonia were the straightest girls on the island, Mahiru still had Ibuki and Hiyoko do a whole sexy dancer shtick, and it was actually pretty fun. It took a little too long to get the rocker back into actual clothes, but that was about expected. Mostly she felt bad for Hajime, because there was a lot of dildos at the party to play games with, and she knew he had to have made them ontop of everything else he was doing for the wedding. At the very least, he was probably less bored than normal. And Sonia had a good time. That girl was... something else, plenty odd enough to be a perfect match for the likes of Gundam. They were a perfect, weird little couple, and it was nice to share this with them.

After stopping drinking half an hour of idle drunk gossiping about the various shenanaigns followed, especially to Akane who was in forced sobriety on account of her suprise pregnancy. A bout a random horniness on Akane's part and Komaeda's damn luck had them busting a condom last month, just days before the news was passed down from Hajime that the pale man's cancer was finally going to kill him, having spread to his lungs. Since then, following the general pattern of his luck, things had actually been going much smoother than normal. The weather had been great, and there had been a lot less accidents than what was normal around here. Komaeda's talent was so weird.

After that time had passed, the girls started to shamble to Sonia's cabin for the night, for an all girl sleepover to top out the night. Peko wasn't sure anything in the world would have prepared them for what they saw when they approached the old resort's cabin grounds.

Some of the boys were wondering the ground, clearly all drunk. Soda, Komaeda, Ryota, and Hajime, with Komaeda strangely being the most visably sober. But that was fine enough, the big thing, or things rather, was Hajime. For one thing, they'd managed to actually get him drunk, but they were mostly struck by his appearance. He was only wearing a pair of army green cargo shorts and a faceful of what could only be described at slutty makeup, hair a frazzled mess (And Peko was pretty sure she saw fringes of some sort of latex by his hips, which made sense given-). The real show stopper was the pair of stripper titties. Just a big ol' set of breasts, looking right at them like their very presence wasn't some sort of abberation on nature. They were definetely fake, but wow did Hajime do a great job with them.

Peko gave him props in her mind for picking a brownish color for the nipples that looked natural for him instead of going for the stereotypically pretty pink.

"Those are new." Akane murmured to herself, and Peko couldn't help but feel bad that the woman had to perceive this sober.

"Hajime! What nice breasts you have!" Sonia beamed, attracting the attention of the boys to them.

"Thank you! The latex itches!" Wow, drunk Hajime was even more blunt and honest than sober Hajime.

"Where are the rest of Hajime's clothes!?" Ibuki, completely sloshed, belted out, looking seconds away from running over herself.

"I don't know! Teruteru stole my clothes!"

"Don't let us forget to untape him from the wall of the Titty Typhoon in the morning!" Komaeda yelled, like they would remember any better then them, also- what?

"Okay!" Hiyoko hollered, and why were they all yelling instead of just walking closer?

And then Ibuki, fueled by curiousity, ran full tilt towards the boys, unable to hold herself back any longer. This effectively scared the crap out of Soda, causing him to let out a high pitched shriek and hid behind Komaeda.

"Can Ibuki touch them?"

"Yeah, sure." This was clearly not the first time he had been asked that tonight.

Then Ibuki, against all odds, actually managed to suprise Hajime by just shoving her face between the two fake boobies. Komaeda started laughing so hard that he triggered a severe coughing fit that had Hajime very concerned but unable to do something because of the motorboating that was going on. It was like having a cat fall asleep on him, but with titties.

Peko hoped that wasn't an indicator what the wedding reception was going to be like, but she had a feeling it was.

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Waking up ended up being a learning experience for Hajime. For one thing, whatever hell was done his body in the Izuru Kamukura Project made it so he wasn't hungover, which was great because he had to get up and do the last minute alterations on the wedding party. And he also needed to shower because his skin was covered in makeup, sweat and latex, which it turns out was a bitch to scrub off. So, lots of the learning going on. After a lot of scrubbing and watching his hair three times to get rid of the glitter, he got dressed and stepped out into the main room of his cabin, only narrowly avoiding stepping on one of his breasts. He wondered where the rest of his stripper gear went to. He knew that Teruteru snatched his clothes, but he was blanking on who stole his ass/hips. There were likely canidates, but Hajime really didn't want to think about it right now. His wig and one of his colored contacts were also lost to the sands of time. The Ultimate Hope had a busy morning ahead of them, starting with going to the hotel kitchen to get snacks and drinks for the wedding party during the prep, as well as a hangover cure... just in case.

First order of business after that was the final alterations, the girls were scheduled first. while they were both tired, only Sonia would need some hangover cure. With the talents at his disposal, it didn't take long to do the alterations. Peko had put on a bit of weight and Sonia had lost some, so they both needed them. Hajime thanked his lucky stars that he gave the seams on Peko's dress enough room that they could be let out a bit. Sonia's was a bit of a pain, since the bodice, where it needed to be taken in, was embroidered with many jet black beads.

Hajime was really happy with how the girl's dresses turned out. Sonia's was a gorgeous princess-like ballgown, sinched at the waist with a huge, puffy full length skirt. The sleeves were also very poofy and large, effectively framing the sweetheart neckline of the dress. The thing he was most proud of was how was able to play with different black fabrics. The sparkly tulle was used for the sleeves and the petticoat (which be seen peaking from under the dress skirt), while a light cotton fabric that was as black as Gundham claimed his soul was used for the dress proper. The skirt was left plain, but the bodice was embroidered with simple flowers in tiny, shiny beads. The top of the skirt had a simple swag at the top, made of a glittery fabric and fashioned to look like it sinched asymetrically at the front. Peko's dress had a simple construction, a floor length deep black sleeveless dress, with a knee high slit on her right-hand side and high neckline. The real show stopper with her gown was the golden dragon that ran down the front half of the dress (thankfully away from the seams). It was made to match with a golden dragon running up Fuyuhiko's bright red suit.

Mahiru arrived just as they got the girls out of the dresses, for the dresses safety, to wisk them away to their prep room. The boys came and went soon after, with no alterations needed, they spent the time waiting for Soda to fetch them helping them nurse their hangovers.

Now he just needed to make sure the decorations and food were on track, because he didn't trust the others to handle it without some sort of disaster. His mind told him there was over eighty percent chance Akane tries to fist fight Komaeda over the flower arrangements.

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There was a massive set of red curtains set up on the beach at the back of the makeshift wedding aisle they had set up on the beach. Set to conceal the girls when before they were ready to walk down. Komaeda was set to open them on cue. With the small size of the wedding, they decided that only the girls would walk, so the rest of the wedding party was already standing up at the front of the aisle. Soda flanked the side of Fuyuhiko and Gundham, but was pointedly not interacting with the pair. If one didn't know them, they might think the pair of grooms were fine, and Fuyuhiko was but Gundham was a whole nother ballgame. The animal loving goth man was probably one inconveince away from blowing a gasket entirely, and was hanging onto his nerve by by the other groom's hand on his shoulder and his precious hamsters wiggling around in the scarf (That Hajime had been unable to get him to not wear, unfortunately.) Hajime didn't think it was cold feet so much as him being anxious about wether or not Sonia was going to walk down that aisle. The strange man had a whole boatfull of complexes, and abandonment issues sat at the core at most of them. With how long they had been together, Fuyuhiko was solid and sure that Peko would walk down in say yes, freeing up the emotional room to ground Gundham to earth before he tries to flee the planet and go to hell.

Hajime knew that the odds of the wedding going poorly was very low, now that they had gotten to the actual ceremony, but he didn't think it would make the breeder any better to hear that from him. He would have a regular old, boring wedding, outside of the fact they were wedding two couples at once. This was one of those times Hajime was glad that he was likely to be bored by a set of events going as they were most likely to. Frankly, if they went down any of the less likely event pathes, he'd be more pissed off then pleasantly suprised. That difference in mindset only was its own pleasant addition to this glorious event. Whatever had been done his mind was sort of blocking it, and muddying the waters, but he was sure what he was feeling was happiness for his friends. If even he was feeling it through the force of his brain damage, it wasn't hard to imagine why other people liked weddings so much.

Komaeda gestured to him that the girls were ready to walk, at which point Hajime gestured for Ibuki to start playing the keyboard (found just in time in an abandoned building on one of the more distant of the abandoned islands). They cleared the most likely disasterous course of action when the rock played the music as requested, putting aside her creative differences to play a slow piano version of 'Highway to Hell', as they had discussed. The music started, and the two grooms drifted apart into their places on at front, standing on either side of Hajime, facing eachother, with just enough room for the brides to slot between them. Seperated from his anchor, Gundham started to literally shake in his boots. He looked like he might puke, but before he could the curtians opened up. The minute he saw Sonia, arm-in-arm with Peko, at the end of the aisle, the goth man's anxiety melted away like it wasn't even there to begin with.

The girls, or women, rather, were at the end of the aisle, linked arm and arm to walk eachother down. Sonia's gown was gorgeously radiant in the afternoon sun, the glittery material of the gown's skirt glimmering in waves as they began to take their first steps. The embroidery on Peko's gown was also shimmering, though it was admittedly less eye catching than the former royalty's gown. He knew that she didn't care much about that, though, Sonia and Gundham were the couple more caught up in the details of the wedding. Hajime was fairly certain that the other couple was just glad to be doing this at all. Peko and Fuyuhiko probably would have just as soon married in cardboard box, wearing their street clothes. He wasn't sure how they got from that day they all proposed on the beach and the now of the more normal couple functioning as an emotional support wedding happening at the same time as the weirder couple... But here they were anyway. There was more then a little crying from all their friends as the pair reached the front of the aisle and took their spot in front of their respective grooms after handing off their bouquets to Mahiru. Peko and Fuyuhiko looked a couple in a fashion magazine in blacks, reds, and gold, while Gundham and Sonia looked like some perversion of a classic princess style wedding with the groom in white and various pinkish purples and the bride in a shimmering black gown.

"Today, we are here to join these two couples in matrimony." Hajime said as the music quieted down, swooping in to keep the show running because the former Ultimate Gangster was definetely about to prematurely kiss his bride. "Now, the couple's have decided that they want to keep this to the point, so we are going to go straight to the vows, so now Peko Pekoyama and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu will exchange their own vows. Fuyuhiko?"

"Peko..." The blonde reached out and grabbed one of the hands of his bride, his face's red color giving away the sappy crap he was about to say. "I've known you my whole life, and you've always been there for me. Maybe it was business at first, but I think we both know it didn't stay that way for long. You've proven over and over that you would do anything to help and protect me. So, I vow to do the same. I-... I will do my best to protect and cherish you, and to stick by your side no matter what. Sickness, health, all that bullshit. For the rest of my life."

"Fuyuhiko-" Peko's voice was slightly thick with uncharacteristic emotion, so she cleared her throat. "Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, you... set me free. When I tried to deperson myself, you refused that reality... But I still choose you. To protect you, love you, support you, just like I always did, because I was never really the tool I wanted to be. So, I vow to continue to protect, love, and support you, not as your swordswoman, but as your wife. Forever."

"Gundham Tanaka and Sonia Nevermind, you may now exchange your vows." There was a beat of silence as neither seemed to know how to start, but before things could go wrong, the breeder seemed to come back to himself with a large breath.

"I, Gundham Tanaka, solemnly vow by the seven hells and all their devils, to take you in as my icy queen till the firey and violent ends of the world. I shall craft the finest of edibles for your radiant countence; I will fight the forces of good and evil to protect you with my dying breathes and love you till my wretched icy heart is ripped from my poisonous chest! When a pestilence falls upon you, I shall stand with in the battle against it. So say I, the Eternal King of the Darkest Night!"

"Oh, Gundham!" Sonia eyes sparkled with joy, gripping both of his hands in hers. "Me too! I'm yours as you are mine, for the rest of time. I promise, I'll stick by your side as your Ice Queen, through all the trails of hell and earth! May we only be parted by death's cold hands."

"I believe the rings are in..." Hajime pointed at Gundham's scarf, and their furry little ears must have been burning because four little hamsters, clad in tiny purple bowties, sprung forward with rings in their mouths. They run down his arm, two of them stopping at Gundham and Sonia's hands and the other two continuing under Sonia's arm. Peko reached a hand back to bridge their way to her and her groom, blushing slightly as the make their way down her arm to delivery their rings. The couple slid on their respective rings as the Deva's affixed themselves to the grooms' shoulders.

"Gundham Tanaka, do you take Sonia Nevermind as your wife?"

"I do."

"Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, do you take Peko Pekoyama as your wife?"

"I do."

"Sonia Nevermind, do you take Gundham Tanaka as your husband?"

"I do!"

"Peko Pekoyama, do you take Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu as your husband?"

"I do."

"By the power given to me... by me, I guess, I pronounce you married. Grooms, you may kiss your brides."

Cheers and whistles erupted as the two couples sealed their respective unions with a kiss. Hajime smiled.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Sorry this took so long, is so scattershot, and also rushed, all at the same time! Brain Box Broke.

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