Some other pompous Magus was trying to greet me when the wedding march started. We scattered like roaches and tried to ignore Shinji's screams on the background. The humongous doors parted, two tiny golems throwing rose petals from a basket. I expected to see my betrothed...what I did not expect was a goddess, a vision of divine grace who walked among us mortals.

Her dress glided over the red carpet, aking an avanche of fluffy snow eating away the red velvet, to be replaced by ivory and gold. I always knew that Rin was wealthy, that her family practised Jewelcraft.
I did not expect her entire dress to shimmer and flow as if you rolled over diamonds and pasted it onto cloth. Because those weren't cheap copies, those were bona fide, truth to Zelretch-damned fuckton of carats, woven into a work of art.

Mr. Tokiomi Tohsaka walked by her side, a rose made of a single ruby on his lapel. On his free hand, he clutched his staff, tipped with a stone that would give the Hope Diamond self-steem issues.

My breath hitched when they close the distance to the dais, the comforting presence of my parents only a step away was the only thing keeping me from breaking down.

The Father spoke, his voice carrying over the basilica.
-"On this day, we gather to bear witness to the joining of two bloodlines. Speak now, who dares to pledge themselves, to bind themselves, to proclaim to the Magi here present of their new allegiance to each other."

My voice cracked but the die was cast. Mini Shiriou the White wiping his eyes while Bad Shiriou was gagging and rolling his eyes.
-"I dare."

Rin's voice, firm yet gentle, not the voice of a girl but a young woman, reciprocated.
-"I do raise to the challenge."

We faced each other, my parents flanking me, while Rin only had her father.

-"The rite, as it has been passed down from Atlantis, asks by which merit do ye find worthy to voice your claim on this assembly of Sages."

Mum and dad, as one, voiced their claim.
-"We, by right of conquest, slayers of the 26th Dead Apostle Ancestor -"

The asorted guests broke into whispers, some blanching, some calling bullshit. Others passing down some money and I told you's.

"- named by the Barthomeloi with the title of Magus Killers. This is our son, he is an adult by trial of battle and ready to take a wife."

The words of the ecclesiarch took the stage again.
-"Ye be worthy. Who answers?"

Tokiomi placed his scepter in front and it glowed with a rainbow of light.
-"I, Tohsaka, who can date back a lineage of service in the search of the Truth over milennia, kin to spirits and kin to kings, answers the call. This is my eldest daughter, she is an adult by her growth of her Circuits."
He took Rin's hand and gave it a long kiss, full of weight and emotion.
"And she is ready to take a husband."

-"Ye be worthy. Now, shall the groom and bride step forward."

I extended my own hand and Rin covered it with her own. My calloused paw against her gloved fingers. My tux was heavy with poison, piano wires, darts and grenades. While her dress flowed without touching the floor.
Mini Shiriou the Red was holding a roll of paper on his trident while the other wiped his nose and tears.

The ecclesiarch asked a minion for the rings, taking them from a red cushion.
-"Witness, do you see? Two individuals, finite on their own..."
He then placed the rings together, slightly offseted, making an 8 figure sideways.
"...being endless together. Who sees?"

At once, all the assembled guests spoke. Old and young, frail and fresh, united by tradition in one voice.
-"I SEE."

The man of the cloth smiled at us.
-"By tradition and by law, you are ready to start living as one. If someone has a reason ..."

Weird, that sounds like a chopper.

That was the last coherent thought before the walls exploded.