Authors note: Hey guys, sorry it took so long, there were a lot of bad things going on at home and I didn't want to let them affect my writing. Though I failed miserably at this, I still managed to squeeze ten pages out of myself. I also fairly warned you I'd be taking a break to work on another Haruhi and Hikaru fiction, as well as some Zutara stuff as well. If I have any Zutara fans gimmee a holler, if not, I highly advise Avatar, it's a great show guys.
Anywho.
School's getting harder and test tottaly suck, however I'm not dead I swear!
I don't have much to say about this chapter except that some people seem to forget that I had already said Kyouya was in love with another person- that's why they both agreed to get married. I was kinda surprised at how angry people were with Haruhi aha, don't worry guys, there's no love in there.
And Haley and Kaoru isn't going to happen either, unless you guys want that…which I mean I wouldn't have anything against, but it wasn't planned. The main thing is I don't want you all voting for them because Kaoru needs someone, because the truth is he probably will eventually move on from Haruhi, and, I don't want you all voting for an ooc because…she's there. I'd rather you actually like the pairing and want them to be together.
By the way, I've tried to describe Haruhi's wedding dress as best as possible, it is based off a real dress (I needed something to base it off of) I put what the dress is and who it's made by, so if any of you want to make lovely fan art and need a reference, pop that into Google images, it's the first one you see.
Well enough rambling.
Enjoy the chapter.
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"Um…don't you think it's a little poofy?" Haruhi whispered to her future sister in law as she looked in the mirror at the nearly exploding excuse of a gown that she had been forced into. Her sister in law didn't seem to notice the comment as she cooed at the 'designer' shell design at the trim of the large plum peach dress. Haruhi moaned to herself. She had looked like some type of Disney princess throw up. Since Kyouya had already graduated and the wedding was still on many preparations had been put into action. It made Haruhi sick to her stomach to think that there might be no getting out of this wedding. At first it had started off harmless, both of them had been trying to trick their parents into giving them what they needed- however with Haruhi's father gone and her with no source of income, their plan had come crashing down.
Kyouya had been placed as first to inherit the company, as was the deal from Kyouya's father- so he had been attending the company every day in the same hours of his father. However he had been given this day off to accompany Haruhi on her search for a wedding dress, and for his own plans.
"Isn't it so cute Kyouya?" The woman squealed out. Haruhi could have sworn she heard Kyouya scoff behind her.
Hanging her head in desperation she adjusted the bra line quickly.
"Um, mam would it be alright if I searched with Kyouya for a little while?" She whispered, pleading to any type of God that she would say yes. When the woman nodded she nearly jumped out of the sad excuse for a dress, leaving her in her underwear as she was handed her pants and t-shirt from the rather non-reactive Kyouya. Haruhi slipped her clothes on as he looked at her- seeming uninterested, making the woman's eyes raise suspiciously.
However before she could ask Kyouya about his neutral state with his half naked fiancé, they were off.
"You looked like a big pink sea shell." Kyouya whispered to her with a cracked smile. Haruhi blushed as small flames evolved around her head, her foot stomping with each step.
"Shut up you." She whispered with a small giggle at her own self. Kyouya smirked and took one of the bridal gowns off of the rack, holding it up before passing it to Haruhi. She obediently took the dress as they walked throughout the store, nearly getting lost in the sea of colors and styles. After a while Kyouya stopped and shrugged off his coat, catching it in his hand before pulling a magazine off of one of the waiting tables.
"Here...off the top of your head name the one you like the most." He whispered, flipping it open to a variety of bridal gowns suitable for queens. Doing as he said Haruhi did not take a moment to think and pointed to the first one that drew her eye. It wasn't the prettiest, but she liked the way that it fit the woman's body- and her facial expression was of absolute bliss, something a wedding dress should bring.
Kyouya snapped his fingers and shoved the magazine in one of the clerk's faces, pointing to the gown she had picked out before calmly and coolly explaining what he wanted.
"I want one of your clerks, in Haruhi's measurements, to try on everyone of these types of styles that you have and narrow her favorites down to four for Haruhi to try on. If she finds that this is unsatisfactory, you will get her to return to pick out four more and model them for her until she finds one that she likes. Understand?" Without saying another word the woman nodded and gulped a bit, off to find a woman in Haruhi's size.
Haruhi rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but feel special at the treatment. She slowly leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arm within his as she closed her eyes. Even though the engagement had started off as a business deal, she had rather liked being so close to Kyouya. Now his relationship with Tamaki was so much clearer, and the fact that he put up with her for so long was nothing short of unbelievable.
Their peaceful moment was broken by the sound of Kyouya's cell phone ringing to the tone of Sexy Back. A bright blue appeared on Kyouya's cheek as Haruhi looked up at him with an amused smile. A certain blonde had been messing with Kyouya's ring tones again. Haruhi giggled under her breath as he coughed and opened up the flip phone, pulling the speaker to his ear.
"Ahem. Hello?" He asked confidently.
Haruhi looked down at the floor for a few moments as he talked, after all, he had a lot more business calls now that he had graduated. She played gently with the edges of his tuxedo which she had taken no notice too till now. It was pure black with no buttons, and though she was sure that it was impossible, almost made him look human and sexy. His tie was pure black as well, contrasting nicely with the pure bleach white of his undershirt.
"Who is it?" She asked childishly as he hung up, looking rather pale.
"Tamaki." He answered taking in a soft breath. "He wants to have lunch with me."
"Well it's understandable, you haven't seen him since graduation. He must be lonely." She answered rolling her eyes as she moved in front of him, loosening his tie as she started to fix it to match his outfit.
"Hey cut it out!" He whispered under his breath as she yanked at his tie making him choke for a few moments as she continued to go back to work.
"Just hold still would ya?" She whispered untying it as she placed it loosely over his head, giving him a much more casual apparel. He looked appalled with himself as she ran her fingers through his hair, sticking It up ever so gently in the front. Haruhi smirked at her work and patted his chest.
"…Go get him tiger." She whispered softly so that no one but him would here. She could have sworn there was a bright red blush on his cheeks before he covered his face- hiding it from her, pretending to be coughing into his hands.
"It's just a lunch." He assured her.
"Uh-huh, and you're completely straight." Haruhi whispered with a small nod as he smirked and looked away from the small girl.
"Are you going to be fine by yourself here?" He asked, suddenly realizing that he was ditching her for the real person he wanted to be with. Haruhi simply nodded and smiled up at him, knowing that though his calm face would never show it- he was nervous beyond all belief. You see, she was the only one who knew that the person that Kyouya loved- was actually Tamaki. But since Tamaki had a huge crush on Haruhi, it made things difficult, however she was sure that things would work out for him.
"You know, he's your best friend, don't you think it's time that you told him you're really gay?" She asked, being sure to keep her voice low.
"I don't think that I need to tell him anything, he's merely good for business." He answered, making her giggle. He smiled as well and rubbed his hand across the top of her head.
"Be a good girl…I'll be back soon." He whispered.
"So if I don't see you tonight…" She whispered making him blush again as he quickly turned to hide it, giggling to herself she placed her hands around her lips and whispered-
"Don't let him dominate! He's blonde!"
Haruhi laughed to herself as she walked uncomfortably back into the dressing room where her future sister in law was on the phone- supposedly talking to her own husband. That lovely and happy perkiness had now calmed into a subtle smile, a small glimmer in her large eyes.
Haruhi smiled to herself, it must be wonderful to be married. She glanced down at her own cell phone, a bit sadly, though not at all as outwardly as she'd imagined. The girl who'd been trying on her dresses was much faster than Haruhi, and quickly brought in five or so dresses that she though would fit Haruhi's face and body structure. After apologizing many times for bringing more than she had desired Haruhi merely tried to calm her down as she laughed to herself- now alone.
She couldn't say that she disliked being alone in the dressing room, though it was a tradition to have many people around, giving advice and compliments, she liked the quiet and little pressure much more. She took her time slipped on the dresses, taking care with each button, taking in each detail of the design before turning to look into the mirror.
The first few had been duds, beautiful, but with nothing to make her experience that rush- that spark- that her mother had always talked about when she reminisced on her own wedding hell. Of course Haruhi had never really thought that a wedding was a big deal, you buy a dress, throw some flowers, kiss the groom and live your not so happily ever after.
But…as she looked at herself, she felt some sort of longing to have that spark- to experience that rush as she saw the dress she'd wear on her wedding day. The dress she had on was a more classical approach, a simple yet elegant white gown with a red sash cutting across the middle- showing off her small waist. Still changing with her eyes halfway closed Haruhi felt her energy surge.
The next few she passed off because of the colors, a light peach and a soft green, though great in contrast, were not worth getting into.
The fourth had hope. It was a very classy, very sophisticated bleach white dress that was nearly sleeveless, save for the two smooth patches of fabric that fell across her arms as she slipped it on. It was very tight around her waist and chest, making her look very thin and curved, but almost forced. The dress was pulled tight at her hip where a large and fashionable off white flower was connected at the hip. However the dress was formed so that it's length was the same, despite the ripples, and it fell gently at her ankles. As she looked at it in the mirror she found herself liking it more and more, but as she took a step forward-
"Oof!" This near catastrophe of a fall caused Haruhi's heart to burst. Sighing she slowly started at the buttons and clasp that would loosen her from the bonds. Haruhi unbuttoned herself as she heard a creek in the door, not bothering to jump for she knew that it must have been her sister in law or an assistant. Since they did not say a word Haruhi pushed their presence away and moved on.
This was the fifth and final dress that the assistant had picked out for her- it wasn't the most fitting, nor was it the most detailed, but it took a lot of different elements and mixed them together for a soft beauty. It looked almost Victorian, an off white color with nearly transparent and off pattern ruffles covering from her hips to her ankles in messy layers. The top was a brilliantly designed corset that clung to her body beautifully. Haruhi looked about herself, taking in the small beads that circled her chest, leading down to her stomach, as if almost creating a cleavage line with beads. Haruhi laughed at the thought.
The dress when looked in pieces was almost trashy, a mere prom dress in regards to the other thousands of beautiful adornments she had around her. But as a whole, it was a modern twist on an old piece of art. A classic Cinderella gown fit for a modern woman. Haruhi looked at the tag quietly "White silk tulle ballerina dress by Julien Macdonald". Haruhi winced. It sounded expensive. Taking in a deep breath Haruhi closed her eyes and gripped her chest. This was her last moment to find the spark. She'd never get to live through this again. As Haruhi opened her eyes to look into the mirror tears flew down without her knowing why.
She'd dreamed of this day since she was a little girl- standing there with her mother as she picked out the perfect dress. Her mother would be quietly sobbing in the background as Haruhi placed her arms around her, telling her that it was all gonna be ok as she wept about her little girl growing up. Her best friend would be sitting beside her, patting her back as she too held back tears.
But when her mother died she realized she would never have that dream.
Of course, it had almost been relieved when her father turned into a transvestite. Haruhi nearly laughed at it now, the dreaming of a ten year old girl as she dreamt of this day with her father- dressed in his best clothes as he let mascara run down his face in sobs as he yelled out that his little girl was a woman. Haruhi's smile brightened as she pictured Honey and Mori standing beside her, patting her back while Honey praised her endlessly. And her husband…
Her husband would be outside the room, smiling quietly to himself as his bright orange hair fell over his face, her beauty not seen by him, but felt all the same.
Haruhi blushed as she touched her face. Her husband had never had a face before in her fantasies. It was odd, having someone standing there…his trademark smirk on his face as he imagined her in the room with people who loved her. This image was so clear that when she looked up, tears streaming down her face at lost fantasies, she could clearly see that orange haired man's grin staring back at her from the mirror.
She touched his face on the reflective metal, smiling to herself as he smiled back, extending his hand towards her.
Haruhi jumped out of her skin when she felt an actual hand on her back, and a cocky- arrogant- good for nothing boy with bright golden eyes laughing at her jump before taking her in his arms (bridal style of course) and placing her on the ground. Haruhi still couldn't believe her eyes, the man she had just been dreaming about, the man who had been kissing her senseless ever since he realized who he wanted- was here…standing in front of her…in her wedding gown.
The gown fell from her chest as her arms fell in utter shock, it still all seemed so unreal. Blinking a few times as Hikaru smirked and looked her over Haruhi yelled and threw her hands over her still covered body.
"Hey turn away you stupid pedophile!" Haruhi yelled, throwing one of the lobby pillows at his face before zipping up the wedding dress fully and holding it closely to her chest. Hikaru smirked and walked behind her, rolling his arms in-between her own as he held onto her hip, placing his head against her shoulder. He smiled and kissed her shoulder.
"Why? It's not like I've never seen you naked." He replied quirkily as Haruhi blushed deeply.
"I'm changing, it's different." She muttered.
"I forgot how beautiful your body was in the sunlight, so pale and glistening, next time I come over I'm not letting you talk me into turning the lights off." He whispered to her with a chuckle as he kissed her neck, making her have to turn her head to speak correctly as she felt the familiar fire start to rise in her. At first his moves seemed to slow and gentle, slowly heating her up for things unknown- however now she knew what came after, and she knew how good every kiss, every word felt, and anything he did seemed to make her want more.
Haruhi felt an involuntary whisper leave her throat. She never was a moaner, of a whimper type of girl, it too animal like for her, and her body seemed to know that as well. She was still innocent, and her small actions of approval could easily be seen through her body more than her voice. Haruhi tilted her head up, letting him adorn her neck with kisses as they stood in front of the mirror, neither looking into their reflection.
"You're such a beautiful bride." Hikaru whispered to her, grasping both of her hands so that she allow the gown to fall loosely on her torso.
"Hikaru…cut it out…people could see." Haruhi whispered as sternly as she could manage, though this just made Hikaru want to try more. He smiled and moved his hands so that they slide on the small of her back- slowly unzipping the gown as she shivered.
"Hikaru cut it out I swear." Haruhi whispered grabbing both of his hands. Hikaru smiled, he'd won her over, and there was no need to rush. He took a deep breath and placed his head back upon her shoulder, looking into their reflection as Haruhi slowly smiled and placed her hand tenderly upon his head.
"You know…you're going to make a great husband some day…" Haruhi whispered as Hikaru smiled and tightened his grip around her stomach, looking down upon it as he patted the small just below her stomach. Haruhi giggled as she placed her own hands over his, staring still at the beautiful reflection and glow that they emitted off of one another.
"…Are babies are gonna be so sexy." Hikaru commented. Haruhi giggled as he bent down, looking at where their hands were, removing his own before Haruhi just stood, holding the unseeded baby. Hikaru kissed her hands before rubbing them gently and continuing with his coaching.
"Ok little seeds, if I can knock Haruhi up we'll HAVE to get married, so go- go through the acid like killing machine that is the uterus, and be brave, make me some beautiful babies!" Hikaru coached, shaking his hands happily as Haruhi giggled manically, throwing her hands over her face, her large smile evident even through her fingertips.
"Hikaru you're such a basket case!" Haruhi giggled out as Hikaru started to plant raspberries upon her stomach.
And at that moment, their reflection showed what should have been all along.
A beautiful bride, an anxious groom, and a happy awaiting family…
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Authors Note: Sorry this chapters a little short, I didn't want to put much more in, I also didn't want to ruin the mood by going to the Tamaki and Kyouya date, so here is the returning chapter! Hope you all liked it! Please leave reviews on what you thought was good, or even something you thought was a little bit of a turn off. Their all seniors now so I'm trying to ease their character growth in, however if you think it's a bit too much out of turn tell me! I'll take your word for it! Love you!
