A/N: i don't own XXXHoLiC...just this fic. I also saw the clip this happen but I don't watch the anime so I made it up as I went along. Comment if you know what really happened in this scene :S This will be short 3 shot. Hopefully. And to add on to this-WOAH MAMA. I've never gotten this many emails and alerts before for something I posted almost half a day ago! 0.o Thank you guys for the alerts and reviews! YAY! I had chicken nuggets this morning! And I ha dfun writing this chapter =3 I hope you have fun too!

If the ring fits

"You'd think you'd wear something better to your own wedding." she appraised dryly with eyes as garment as his shirt. She pinched the material within two manicured fingers, the black rabbit like creature mimicked this action. "Red's just not your color." the owner of the garment shirt slapped their hands away and glared with translucent bi-colored eyes. "Shut up." he ordered, lacking the fervor like it had that morning.

The garment eyed witch pouted at her worker's behaviour. "Are the jell-o shots ready?!" she asked impatiently, eyes shining like gems with greed. Her worker retaliated into the safe haven of the kitchen, nervously retreating away from her childish ways. "They're ready! They're ready! Jeez, relax!" he waved his left hand dismissively, calling attention to the reason for celebration. Her eyes zeroed in on the emerald gem before complaining once more, eyes filling with crocodile tears. "What about the cake?!" she wailed theatrically, "There won't be any-" the knocker resounded in the shop with the sound of the three loud ominous raps.

He shuddered in nervousness and before he had time to get up, the witch took him into her arms. "Good luck. I'm proud of you." she whispered into his ear, sounded much like the mother figure she should have been until now. Perhaps he would pause to admire that if not for the fact that it didn't make any sense. Or at least the luck part, and maybe an expansion as to what she took pride in? To summarize or in two bluntly stated words: she sounded like a schizophrenic lunatic.

When he opened the door, he had to blink in shock at the sight of the charismatic pair before him.

Himawari wore her hair down for the first time, the rest of her ebony ringlets held back by a mere bright green hairband. She wore a spaghetti strap knee length pear-colored sun dress and white strapped heels arching her feet from the ground by three inches. She wore makeup and a lip-glossed her arms was a tray of pink frosted cupcakes, each meticulously donning a crazy candle and letter. He didn't want to read what it said. More so than Himawari to, the man who shared the load with her wore a white button up shirt with a loose red tie and a black suede jacket left open. Doumeki had left the first few buttons of the shirt open to reveal a muscular collar, leaving much to the imagination and wanting more for the eye. He snapped his eyes away so he wouldn't be called on for staring. "YAYYYYY! CAKE!!!" Of course. Yuuko's word was law.

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"Time to crack the Kagami-wari-(1) " Yuuko beamed in obvious delight before Watanuki chose that moment to take a stand, disheveled and obviously(slightly) drunk. "There's enough alcohol at this party! Aren't you worried about getting charged for serving minors?!" The seer argued slamming his hands down on the table to emphasise his point, and throw Himawari's jell-o shot into her lap. "I'm so so-" he quickly apologized before he saw her laying on the tatami under the table, heels discarded somewhere and clearly sleeping. He stared before putting up with a deluded crazy person. "But Watanuki it's tradiitttiiioooooonn!!!" she whined as she held the large wooden container to he chest, the wood cracked under her embrace and leaked beer onto her pristine white kimono. "What is wrong with you girls?!" he shouted and grabbed his head in despair as Yuuko suddenly passed out and wreck the elegant violet and white kimono. He proceeded to drag the two off before yours truly grasped his shoulder.

"Do you need any help?" it could have been the Bicardi(2) but he was very sure or at least very mistaken when he heard the concern in his supposed husband's voice. He shook the hand off and felt his eyes start to fall out of focus. He suddenly dropped the two women's weight and his own. He was waiting for the familiar feel of the tatami mats he had been oh-so-acquainted with, but it never came. He tried to shield his face from the light with his arm but found it pinned behind a shoulder. A very muscular,broad,shoulder mind you. He was held in that intimate way where he didn't want to breathe and wanted to know if he actually knew how. He felt almost as pathetic and girly as he did that morning. He lifted his hands to try to ward off the contact, but let his hands fall as he enjoyed being hugged. His eyes took time adjusting as he focused on Doumeki, illuminated by the overhead light, looking very much like a prophet sent from the gold eyes shone, one eye paler than the other and even though he was still lucid and his senses, he allowed himself to smile drunkenly. Mine, all mine he thought childishly and disregarded the shocked expression he wore at his husband's contentedness. He also disregarded the fact that Doumeki was wearing another new expression. What do you know, maybe getting married does get you to know the person better. He even disregarded the fact that he was the one looping his arms around Doumeki's neck, and Doumeki chose the que to bring his hands toward his waist and pull him into a standing position. He convinced himself that he was helping Doumeki as he inched forwards to an upright position, each one bringing him closer to his lips. Moist heat cascaded on his lips as Doumeki let out a nervous gust of air before their lips connected. They both reveled in the feeling of being loved, of rightness. The image exploded then.

An older version of Sakura and Syaoran kissed passionately, rice and cheers being thrown into the air as they smiled into each other's mouths.

Life seemed to imitate art as Watanuki smiled into the lip lock and pulled away from the kiss with the most loving look in his eyes, mirroring his father with the two most emotional words-

" I do. "