Pretty 48: Murasaki x Murakumo

Late afternoon. The sun is almost setting and a few hours until the wedding. Meaning everyone has to get prepared regardless and two soon-to-be weds have to dress in their wedding gowns too, which may take a while. And those two lucky Senrans are none other than the shy girls, Murakumo and Murasaki. They have been in love with each other since they realized what they have in common and thus, did everything together. Watched anime, helped each other draw manga and sleep together almost every night.

From that point on, when they confessed to one another, it was like a dream come true. Both of them have had feelings for each other for a long time and began dating for a year. Murasaki, who was usually a shut-in, started to work for once as well as Murakumo. Selling her manga wasn't enough. The two worked like mad for one reason: both of them decided to get married and wanted to buy two diamond rings.

Once a a few months passed, the two managed to save enough for the wedding ceremony itself and the two diamond rings they bought. And finally, a couple more weeks go by and the wedding ceremony has been decided. Today is Murasaki and Murakumo's big day and everyone is coming for this special day for them.

The two soon-to-be weds are in separate rooms, just so that it'll be a surprise once they meet up in the chapel. Imu is busy organizing Murasaki's dress, making sure it fits and all, going around in circles, checking some parts that might be wrinkled or not. Murasaki holds her teddy bear while her older sister is doing that, but with a small smile on her face.

"How do you feel, Murasaki?" Imu asks as she keeps on busying herself with adjusting her dress and doing her hair, too.

"A...a little nervous," the quiet girl says. "But...I think...I'll be alright."

Imu stops for a moment to straighten up and look at her younger sister with a smile, trying hard not to cry in front of her. "Murasaki...you've grown up so much. You're working hard finally and now you're getting married. And I'm so proud of you for that!"

"Thank you...Onee-chan~" Murasaki replies.

The honey-blonde immediately hugs her younger sister. "I wish you both great happiness."

Murasaki returns the embrace with small tears falling. "I will, Onee-chan."

The two sisters pull away, wiping their happy tears as Imu checks a few more things on Murasaki's appearance before nodding in satisfaction.

"Alright. Everything is okay~!" Imu says. "Let me escort you, my dear little sis~"

"Yes...Onee-chan~"

Meanwhile

"U-ummmm...Shiki?" Murakumo says as she looks at herself in the mirror. "Wh-wh-why only this l-l-lingerie wedding outfit? It's n-n-n-not right at all..."

"Aw, come on, Muracchi~!" Shiki says as she adjusts some things to her outfit. "No matter what, you're still, like, the bride here~!"

"Th-th-this will be more embarrassing th-th-than going to the actual wedding!"

"Nonsense! Like, have some faith in yourself. Okay, there. It looks like it's all complete~!" The blonde steps back and looks up and down at her appearance with a nod. "Yup. You're going to do great!"

Murakumo looks at her reflection again, holding the bouquet that Shiki gave her. Her mouth curves into a shaky smile. "M-M-Maybe it wouldn't be...s-s-so bad after all."

"See? Told ya!" The blonde pats her on the back and leans close to her best friend while looking at the mirror. "You two have gone very far, Muracchi. I'm very proud of how much your relationship has gone. And now today, you two will finally tie the knot. I will be rooting for you."

"Th-thank you...Shiki~" Murakumo's emerald eyes brim with happy tears as she clutches the bouquet.

The blonde pulls away and pulls the veil over her head and holds out her hand. "Now, Muracchi. Let me escort you to meet your bride."

"Of course. Yes...~" The shy brunette takes her hand and the two leave the room and walk towards the double doors where they hear the organ play.

The organ plays and the iconic song of the approaching bride fills the air of the humble chapel whose interior has an almost ethereal glow coming from the tainted glass windows upon which the light of the setting sun shines.

Murasaki stands at the altar after her proud older sister retreats to her seat on the front row, not before giving her precious little sister a kiss on the cheek and a gentle whisper of "Good luck~!"

The girl with the incredibly long violet hair looks gorgeous in her pure-white wedding dress of the finest lace and satin with a big big on the right hip, short gloves that cover up a little bit past her wrists, and twin ribbons just above Murasaki's elbows. The dress exposes her upper torso, leaving her shoulders completely bare and it shows off a tastefully exquisite cleavage, Murasaki's chest is so incredibly big.

Last but not least, she has a cute, lacey bow that sits nicely on the top of her head.

Murasaki is a stunning sight of bride loveliness, but when Murakumo enters her vision, steadily walking down the isle...her purplenette bride momentarily forgets to breathe, her eyes widen almost comically and Murasaki almost feels inadequate, Murakumo looks so stunningly gorgeous.

Pretty much every other person, every other Senran that sits on the rows of seats, feel like swooning from the sheer sight of precious beauty that squeezes Shiki's hand as the blonde escorts her sweet best friend to the altar.

Murakumo's attire looks less like a proper wedding dress, instead foregoing the dress altogether. The precious brunette is wearing just what lies below a wedding dress. She's lovingly encased in the most gorgeous, sexiest wedding lingerie anyone in the chapel has ever seen.

Silvery high heels on her cute feet. Thigh-high stockings that hug Murakumo's luscious legs and end on frilly garters that get connected via garter straps to the bustier-style corset that hugs Murakumo's torso and amazing chest. The garter straps are also connected along the way to the corset to the exquisite panties that cover Murakumo's most tender area yet shows off the curves she has down there in a most tantalizingly tasteful manner. On her arms are lovely elbow gloves. On her neck is a simple yet lovely, glittering pearl necklace and on both sides of her head are beautiful roses, one of which also acts as holder for Murakumo's signature side ponytail.

The precious shy maiden of Gessen Academy has never blushed harder, yet she knows the embarrassment of showing so much skin on her Big Day is worth it when she sees Murasaki's eyes and when she feels her bride-to-be's gaze upon her, all of her.

Holding bouquet in her hands, she slowly walks across the rows of seats with Shiki by her side, looking back and forth at every Senran that are sitting in those seats, smiling at her, making her blush more but smile back. She can't help it, really. They are just so excited to see those two exchange vows, put the rings on, exchange vows and then finally...kiss.

She makes it towards her bride and sets the flowers aside while Kiriya steps up to the podium, clearing his throat while tapping the mic, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Dear friends, shinobi of all academies and teams, everyone is gathered here today," he says over the mic. "To have these two girls from different schools bond as one. Murasaki from the Elite Hebijo Academy and Murakumo from Gessen Girls' Academy. As far as I heard, these two have had bond since they realized their similarities and traits. They were inseparable for quite a long time, then joined at the hip, dating for a year and then coming here to finally make this joyous moment happen. Ladies and gentlemen, I couldn't be any happier and honored than have these two get married. They have come so far, breaking their old habits and moving onto new things. This is truly a miracle for them."

Murasaki lets out a soft, happy sigh as she looks over at the audience. She doesn't have her bear with her now, but Imu holds it up as she has it wave to her, making her giggle. Murakumo looks at the other side and sees Shiki waving happily with the rest of the team smiling and waving to her as well. The shy brunette nods and waves a little before turning back to her bride.

"Now then," Kiriya continues. "Without further ado, I would like to hear you both exchange vows." He beckons Asuka to hand over the rings, first to Murasaki.

The violet haired girl gently takes her soon-to-be bride's gloved hand, making the shy brunette blush redder than earlier. Kiriya hands the mic over to Murasaki so that everyone can hear her over her quiet voice. "Murakumo-chan...being with you...has felt like a dream. It was...like destiny. I couldn't be...happier to be with you than anyone else in the world. With you at my side for the rest of my life...maybe for eternity...I feel stronger. From the day I met you and to this day, with this ring...I thee wed."

She inserts the ring on Murakumo's ring finger, making the shy brunette's eyes brim with tears, admiring it for a second.

Murakumo does her very best to fight off the tears that prickle at the corners of her eyes. She's just so overwhelmed with happiness, having that ring placed on her finger...but she knows she has her own part to play, her own vows to give.

So, she takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, composing herself.

Her beautiful forest-green eyes gaze into Murasaki's deep purple's and she finds in that love-filled gaze the strength to go on and speak with just the tiniest stutter.

"M-Murasaki-chan, being here with you, like this...h-having your hand in m-mine, this r-ring...t-this ring on my finger...I feel like my greatest dream has...f-finally come true..." Murakumo can't help but sniffle yet she gathers her composure again.

"I love you...like you have n-no idea, Murasaki-chan...and I will be with you...for as long as y-you'll have me. I'll g-give you all...all my love, and, and I'll even let you have...sneak peeks at my new m-manga!" She can't help but squeal that last part, which earned Murakumo a most precious giggle from her bride and a few quiet chuckles from their friends.

"I...I'll love you forever, Murasaki-chan...I'll b-be the...b-best wife you could e-ever ask for...t-this I vow," Murakumo's fingers do not tremble as she gently slides the ring onto Murasaki's finger. She won't tremble. Not this time, not here as she puts the ring on her beloved.

Murasaki also sheds tears of happiness, but takes the time to admire the diamond ring her before intertwining hands with her soon-to-be-wife's. Kiriya clears his throat again.

"Are there any objections?" he says to the crowd.

No one from the audience says anything.

"Then I hereby pronounce you...wife and wife." He closes the book. "You may now kiss the bride."

Both girls are a blushing mess, but continue gazing at one another with happy smiles. They both lean in and press lips together to seal the deal. And everyone in the audience rise and cheer for the newly wedded couple. Murakumo wraps her arms around Murasaki's neck as they continue smooching, not even paying attention to the loud cheers and whistling in the background.

"I love you, Murasaki-chan~" the shy brunette whispers.

"As do it...Murakumo-chan~" the violet haired girl whispers back, caressing her cheek.

Later

And now it's time for cutting the wedding cake. Murasaki and Murakumo join hands as they walk up to the large cake in front of them that are about 5 layers high with little plastic statues of the two of them on top.

"Now, the knife...the knife...who took the knife...?" Murasaki looks around the main table for the correct tool to make the first cut of the cake.

All eyes turn to the resident greenette of Homura's Crimson Squad, Hikage...who is kind of busy giving said knife a lazy lick or two along the flat side of the blade.

"...what." She mutters to all the questioning gazes.

"...M-Murasaki-chan...don't worry...y-your w-wife's g-got this!" Murakumo gives her purplenette significant other a gentle hug and squeeze, and then steps back...to reveal her massive meat cleaver.

Murasaki gives a scared look and backs off a couple of steps, starting to tremble when Murakumo whips out of her cleavage her signature hanya mask, puts it on and raises the massive blade high above her head, the cutting edge aimed at the cake.

"M-Murakumo-chan...! W-Waaaiiiit!"

Too late. Delicious cakey goodness splatters everywhere, many of the ladies' dresses getting completely ruined by the cake's innards.

Murakumo's hanya mask slips off to the side and she realizes the ridiculousness that just happened.

"...E-Eep...! S-S-S-SO sorry!" She squeals and pulls away, her meat cleaver staying where it is, embedded in the table that was holding up the cake.

Murasaki blinks twice and gazes at her uber-precious wife...and then, she just starts to laugh, the sweetest, most lyrical sound Murakumo has ever had her ears graced by.

"You're...so silly...and so cute...Murakumo-chan~" Murasaki coos and steps close to her wife to give her a nice, tight hug, a squeeze to her waist and a gentle tug of a garter strap between her panties and stockings.

"It's...Ok...and still..." Murasaki's beautifully blushing face comes closer to Murakumo's and the brunette girl feels her beloved's warm, moist lips touch the corner of her mouth. Murasaki pulls back and licks her lips after taking off that piece of cake splatter.

"Delicious~" The purplenette coos.

"M-M-M-Murasakiiii-chaaaaan~!" Murakumo squeals and buries her face in the first cover she can find...and that happens to be her beloved wife's warm, enormous, white satin and lace-clad bosom.

Murasaki coos as she holds her wife's trembling body in her arms, hugging her and gently petting her on the head like a puppy.

"There there...Murakumo-chan...there, there~"

The crowd of Senran ladies around them just gives off a cacophony of "d'awwwwww~!"'s and soon, the party proper begins...not without the wives first turning around and then, tossing their bouquets high behind them.

Needless to say, quite a heavy bout of Senran anarchy ensues when the bouquets hit their highest point in the air.

Every maiden tries to fight over who can catch the bouquet until Yomi jumps up high and catches it with ease. She smiles happily as Ikaruga jumps by her side smiling. And so, the party begins, with each of them having their table, including the wedded couple, who have their own tall one for two with the sign that reads "Just Married, Wife and Wife" written in front of them. Murakumo and Murasaki share indirect kisses, talk and laugh with one another as they turn and watch the party go on.

The music plays as everyone enjoys their food as well and chatting away like there's no tomorrow. Murasaki and Murakumo exchange looks and giggle as they continue sharing indirect kisses.

Just then, they hear the glasses clink with their spoons, signaling them to kiss. And so they do, but passionately and gently while closing their eyes. Then, they pull away with a smile.

"How are you...doing?" Murasaki asks.

"I'm d-d-doing okay..." she says. "S-s-so sorry about earlier."

"N-no it's alright. M-m-maybe you got too excited there?"

"M-m-maybe?" Murakumo sweat drops and giggles nervously.

They look back to see some of the girls getting up from the table as the music changes and they start dancing. The wedded couple watch in excitement as every girl dances around for fun, doing some cool moves and some moves that are absolutely hilarious. Imu then beckons Murasaki to come and join. The violet haired girl turns toward the shy brunette, who nods in approval, so Murasaki gently takes her hand and helps her off the table and the crowd backs away to let the two dance the night away.

For Murasaki, it's a little difficult considering she has a long skirt and Murakumo doesn't. Still, that doesn't stop them from having fun. The shy brunette takes the lead in the dancing, and lifting up Murasaki's hand to signal her to twirl, in which she does, making her long skirt flutter gracefully, especially her very long hair. It makes the crowd stare in awe at those two dancing, like it was the most wonderful thing they saw.

A few more twirls and side steps here and there until the music ends, having Murakumo twirl her wife one last time before wrapping an arm around her waist after pulling her close and intertwining her hand with the other. The audience cheers loudly for their performance and all Murasaki and Murakumo can do is just bow.

Slow music begins to play afterwards, meaning they get to dance in a slow and peaceful manner. Murasaki and Murakumo face each other with Murakumo wrapping her arm around her wife's waist and pulling her close while taking her other hand with the other.

Murakumo and Murasaki take center stage, with the lights around them becoming dim and one single spotlight shines upon them.

The two ladies barely even notice the change in lighting, though.

All they can focus on is each other's gorgeous faces and beautiful, enchanting eyes; eyes glimmering with love.

They gently sway from side to side and sometimes spin around slowly, their bodies almost going on automatic as they hold their gazes, losing themselves in the forest-green and royal violet depths.

"I...love you...so much...I'm so...so...happy, Murakumo-chan," Murasaki utters, her voice an even softer tone now, thick with emotion.

"And...I-I a-adore you, Murasaki-chan...I love...I love you, all of you...I'm so ha-happy...I c-could cry...but...b-but I won't! I won't...r-ruin this m-moment by...crying..." Murakumo leans closer, resting her forehead against a smiling Murasaki's.

The two gorgeous Senran wives lean further in and share a sweet, gentle kiss with just a slight caress of tongue to lips, a sweet little moan here, and sigh of bliss there, a kiss full of overjoyed love.

Eventually, things simmer down, the party is officially over and the Senran maidens of all teams, allegiances and walks of life decide they are ready to move on and look forward to the next day.

Murakumo and Murasaki have since retreated to the Presidential Suite of the hotel that Ikaruga and Leo, the wealthiest Senrans, almost all-out bought for them had both wives not pleaded with them not to. (Though chances were very high that the entire hotel was already property of either of the rich ladies' families anyway)

The two gorgeous Senran wives lie in each other's arms, Murakumo on top of Murasaki, the precious and cute brunette's wife's face in the crook of the purplenette's neck, a luscious, stocking-clad leg draped over Murasaki's thighs, and an elbow-glove clad arm draped just over the purplenette's incredibly large and beautiful bosom, which has Murakumo's own wonderful chest partially smooshed against the side of it.

Murasaki herself has an arm wrapped snugly around Murakumo's side, embracing her tight yet gently, and she seeks out the girl's hand on her side to take it and intertwine their gloved fingers, their joined hands resting on the silky bed sheets.

"Truly...this is like...a dream...the most wonderful dream...Murakumo-chan," Murasaki coos, almost whisper-like, afraid to potentially shatter this perfect moment of peace and wedded bliss.

"I-If this...t-this is a dream...th-then I n-never...want to w-wake up, Murasaki-chan," Murakumo shifts and moves up, now straddling Murasaki's hips, her hand joined with Murasaki's giving a reassuring squeeze and her other hand resting right beside Murasaki's head.

"I'll be with you...f-forever and a d-day...I'll f-fight by your side...and I'll p-pro-protect you with e-every breath in my b-body," Murasaki swoons under Murakumo, hearing the girl's passionate speech and seeing those gorgeous eyes gazing at her.

"Oh Murakumo-chan...no. We...will protect...each other, just as much...as we love each other, and I know we'll...be forever intertwined...like our hands here...there may be challenges...ahead...but if we take them on...together...I know we'll be...alright," Murasaki declares her own resolve and then, the purplenette and brunette Senran wives lean in to share one last, deep, passionate kiss that has them moaning sweetly into each other's mouths when their heads tilt and tongues meet.

After a good, solid few minutes of making out, Murasaki and Murakumo finally feel the exhaustion that had gone unnoticed up till now, a good, wonderful exhaustion result from a long and busy, wonderful day; Murakumo and Murasaki's Big Day.

The two wives fall asleep then and there, resting on their sides and snuggled close together, hands intertwined between them, blissful smiles on their sleeping faces. They are finally together.

~The End~

Major Mikey leans back in his seat with a deep, satisfied sigh Haaaaah~ Ok, folks. Two things.

1: Thank God for dem Cards~ Ohhhh dem Senran Bride Cards~ And 2: Jojo-san~ This~one's for ya, good friend. ;3 This was all~Yuri-chan's idea. I only joined in after she started writing this piece~ I couldn't help myself. I needed to be a part of this~

Yuri-chan: Ohhhh, yes! After realizing Jojo-san's OTP, I can't help but write this special story for these two~ And thanks Mikey-kun for joining in~! It made this story even more special~!

Major Mikey: Awwwww, thank you~Yuri-chan, for being your wonder~ful self and having this wonderful idea for Mura~Mura. "O" So, yeah, folks. This was so~much fun to write and we hope ya'll had just as much fun reading, and reviewing~, this Pretty.

Yuri-chan: Yes! We both worked hard on this so please provide long and detailed reviews~! Very much appreciated~!

Major Mikey: It's only fair, yeah~? Thanks again, and seeya'll next Pretty~!

Semper-Fi! Carry on!

Yuri-chan: Have a nice day~!