A\N:Hey, my three people that have defiantly read this, I would like to say I had writer's block for the past two years but unfortunately, that is not true, I haven't gone on fanfiction for two years. But I am two years older therefore, wiser, right? No, not true but hopefully I can write better ;)

Chapter 5

Ichigo peaked out the door to see why Hiyori was yelling like an imbecile. Wait, he thought, she's always yelling. Ah well, might as well see what's up. He walked down the hall past the girls changing room and saw Momo standing in the doorway that led to the chapel. "What the hell is she yelling about now?"

"Huh?" Momo looked up and smiled, " well look for yourself," she said as she moved aside for Ichigo to get a better look.

He gapped at what he saw. Ikkaku had his feet frozen to the ground by Toshiro who had his hand on the sword hilt and Hiyori was yelling into Ikkaku's ear while Kira and Yumichika cleaned up the broken ice sculpture that must have been Ikkaku's fault. "We better leave before she spots us." He says turning to Momo.

"You think?" She says as she retreats down the hall toward the girls room. Ichigo sighs, I can't wait till this is over and Rukia and I can have a very SANE honeymoon.

"Someone just pissed off Hiyori, so the usual. Hey Rukia!"

"Hmmm?" She said from behind the divider.

"I saw Ichigo in the hall. He looks good in a tux!" Momo says laughing.

"I bet he looks good without one too." Mumbles Rangiku into her wine glass.

"Hey! Watch it!" Rukia yells throwing a heel at Matsumoto hitting her in the face.

"Ow!" She says before passing out.

"Uhhhhh, Rukia, I think you killed Rangiku." Orihime says moving to lift the fallen woman up.

"She'll be fine!" Rukia snaps.

"OK! Yumichika! Help Ikkaku with the ice! Captain, if you could kindly make another sculpture that would be great. Kensei! Help carry in tables since Ikkaku is so inept!" Hiyori commanded all in the space of a single breath.

"He didn't die Ken-chan" Mashiro commented from her place on the ceiling now.

"Yeah, it was a close call wasn't it?" He said to preoccupied with his task to be paying close attention.

"Where the hell is that damn preacher!" Hiyori yelled.

"Hiyori, hun, I don't think you're supposed ta say hell and damn to describe a preacher ." Shinji stated from the podium.

"I don't give a damn Shinji!" She retorted.

"Obviously not." He mumbled