Decided to get straight to the wedding. I really want to get to the point of the story... Ichigo's point of view.
A special thanks to Code Geass Viceroy Destiny for help with this chapter!
Trying not to feel annoyed as Yuzu straightened my tie for the hundredth time, I looked down at what I was wearing. A simple black tuxedo, a blue tie with weird swirling things that reminded me of hollows for some reason. The black designs were not helping me calm down.
Music started to play softly, almost making my heart stop. Oh no... Taking my cue, I walked quickly up the narrow aisle to the alter, where Renji was grimacing, looking like he wanted to die. Tatsuki stood on the opposite side, her slender arms crossed tightly over her dark blue dress. She looked pretty, her hair pointing in every direction. But Rukia was sure to look even better.
'Hey... shouldn't she be here by now?' As if reading my thoughts, the doors at the end of the room flew open dramatically, reviling Rukia, tightly clutching Byakuya's arm.
She was perfect.
Her dress we long, but not fussy or overly fancy. It seemed to hold tightly to her petite body, flattering her small waist and slender shoulders. There was no color to the dress, with the exception of a long blue ribbon tied around her waist, wrapped tightly around her impossibly small waist. Her veil was connected to a medal circle, which her hair was twined into, curling out of the edges. The veil was lace, hiding her eyes.
I was sure her face was every bit as perfect as her perfect body. Byakuya took her slowly up the aisle, glaring at me the entire time. Let him glare. I'm the one who's saving his stupid clan.
When they finally reached me, I held out my hand, and Byakuya placed Rukia's in mine. Turning to the preacher dude, we repeated a few lines, finally getting to the part I knew by heart, that almost everyone did.
"I do."
"I-I do."
"You may now kiss your bride."
Oh no.
I didn't even kiss my sisters.
Seeming to sense my hesitation, Rukia grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently.
Not breathing, I carefully pulled her veil, revealing her face.
It was even better than I had thought.
Her eyes were outlined in black, making the purple irises look like a liquid. Her lashed were long, coated in some fine powder that made them sparkle faintly.
Her pale skin had a natural blush to it, her lips painted a light red.
She laughed quietly, seeing my dumbstruck expression.
Trying to collect my thoughts, I bent down slightly, catching a smell so intoxicating, I almost gasped.
She smelled like clean water and lavender flowers that grew outside the clinic. It reminded me of my mom for some reason.
Grunting in impatience, Rukia stretched up to her toes, making herself as tall as possible. Taking the hint, I bent down again, this time awkwardly brushing her lips with mine, and holding them there for a few seconds.
Ear shattering applause followed. Rukia took my hand, pulling me off the alter, tripping over her long dress the entire time. Acting on instinct, I picked her up carefully, one arm under her knees and one supporting her back.
Rukia's Point of View
I was married. Married. God, it felt weird.
But not bad.
In Ichigo's arms, bride style, I felt small- of course- but delicate and protected and wanted.
Ichigo seemed to share my feelings, because he reached down and pressed his lips down to mine, much less shy then he had been in front of all those people. "Ah ah ah, Ichigo, remember, this is just business." He looked hurt, so I laughed and kissed him again. "At least that's what we'll tell Byakuya."