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~NumberSixteen

Hikaru clasped Haruhi's hand as they climbed the steps to the chapel. It was a beautiful, old chapel. Hikaru held his chin high, but often glanced down at Haruhi, who scowled at the ridiculous dress Hikaru had designed and forced her to wear. She looked amazing in carribean blue.

The skirts on the dress puffed out and they had designs of swirls, flowers, and hearts embroided into them. Ruffles were pinned up on it all over the skirt. It had spagetti straps, but she insisted on wearing a sweater over it. All together, she looked beautiful in it. Hikaru wore a black suit with a blue tie. He looked quite stunning in it, but Haruhi wouldn't admit it.

They'd climbed the steps, they took their reserved seats in the front row. Sitting a few seats to the side of Hikaru and one row back was a woman with dark, poofy hair and full red lips. She wore a stunning blue dress (the theme of the wedding was carribean blue) and Haruhi noticed her eyes were trained right on Hikaru, who was totally oblivious to his admirer. Haruhi could feel the jealousy building up inside her, so she turned away, trying to wave the woman off.

She felt Hikaru tap her impatiently, "Haruhi! Look!"

Haruhi peered over the people's heads to see Kaoru moving down the isle. His face was lit up with excitement and anticipation. Haruhi couldn't help but smile with him. And what seems like no time at all, Natalie appeared through the door of the chapel, decked out in a beautiful white dress with a blue sash around her waist, wrapping the bulge that held Kaoru's future child. It was a strapless dress and the skirt slid along behind her. Her black hair was pulled up in a sleek bun with dangling curls. Her makeup was done to perfection. Her green eyes glittered. Her bouquet was full of orange roses. She looked beautiful. Haruhi felt jealousy shoot through her.

Marcus had her arm latched to his protectively, like someone was going to swoop in and take her away. Well technically, Kaoru was, but that was different. Marcus got to walk her down the isle because in Natalie's senior year of high school, he died from cancer.

Once they'd come to the front of the chapel, Haruhi caught a wink that Hikaru sent to Kaoru. Kaoru grinned as Marcus placed Natalie's hand into Kaoru's. A pained look briefly crossed Kaoru's face.

Marcus is torturing his hand... Haruhi smirked to herself.

Once her hand was in his, Marcus sat down next to Haruhi, and the ceremony began.

In no time at all, the pastor was nodding to Kaoru, "I pronounce you man and wife, Kaoru, you may kiss your bride."

Kaoru swooped it, capturing the kiss.

Haruhi smiled as they ran out of the chapel to their limo, applauding as they went.

The reception wasn't anything special. It was held at the Hitachiin Mansion. They were tons of people too. Haruhi was sitting at her table while watching everyone dance on the dancefloor. Hikaru was dancing with Natalie. He seemed to be enjoying himself, which was good, considering he was Natalie's brother now.

Suddenly, Kaoru's face grinned into hers. He blocked her view of Hikaru. "May I have this dance?" He asked, bowing down and offering his hand. Haruhi smiled.

"Yes, You may." Haruhi hated dancing, but now would be an inappropriate time to deny. She placed her hand in his and followed him out to the floor. Kaoru casually started to glide over the floor, leading Haruhi along with ease. She stumbled along, attempting to keep up with him as he sped over the floor.

Once they finally slowed down, Haruhi relaxed and focused on other things. Like eyeing the fat-lipped woman who was checking out Hikaru earlier. "Who's fat-lip-skimpy-dress over there?" She asked Kaoru.

"Some affiliate's daughter. We were forced to invite her, or the bonds between our company and theirs would break. I haven't spoken to her, but Hikaru has once or twice. He had to take her to dinner once." Kaoru said casually as they smoothly floated over the dancefloor.

"Ahhh..." Haruhi nodded.

"You've seen it too, huh?" Kaoru raised an eyebrow at her.

"Seen what?" Haruhi asked.

"The way she's been checking Hikaru out the entire wedding?" Kaoru grinned devilishly. "Sounds like someone's a little jealous!"

Haruhi blushed, "I am not jealous!"

Kaoru grinned devilishly, "Uh Huuuuh."

Haruhi glared at him.

Kaoru rolled his eyes, "Okay... Okay... I'll stop bugging you."

They swished around the floor until the end of the song. Haruhi kept a suspicious eye on the fat lipped woman.

Suddenly, Kaoru's eyes flicked up. Haruhi knew what was coming.

Arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her in close. She could see Hikaru smiling in her mind.

"Wouldn't you care to have the last dance of the night with your fiance'?" He said.

Haruhi rolled her eyes, "Sure..."

Hikaru swung her around as the slow song began. He brought her closer to him. She swayed with him, only half concentrating.

"What's wrong?" Hikaru asked as he saw her glance at the fat lipped lady again.

"Huh?" Haruhi focused again. "Oh, nothing. I'm fine."

Hikaru knew something was up, but he was too tired to bug her about it.

Haruhi caught the fat lipped lady smiling evilly at her.

I'm sooo sorry I took FOREVER!

:DDD I've been trying to write this one for ever!

It's still really short, but I'm sick of writing it. :DDD

So yeahhh...

I'm tired. Going to bed. G'night!

~NumberSixteen