Pink Wedding

There is such a level of discomfort that I think we should all just walk away…really and forget this ever happened.

"Don't any of you bastards dare look down," Barret says gruffly, eyes on the ceiling.

"Like I want to see your bare legs, Barret," Reeve retorts, his eyes too at the ceiling.

"Did you remember to shave yours, pussy?" Barret growls.

Vincent is unmoving, his eyes closed, but a line is forming on his brow and growing deeper by the second.

"I think Vincent's about to have a stroke," Reeve says.

Barret glances down, looking at Vincent.

"Vincent…you alright buddy?"

Vincent's eyes slowly open, "Mental preparation."

Barret grunts, looking at me.

"Spike! Oi, why aren't you wearing yours?"

I blink and stare at him. Does he really need to ask this question?

"Its dress rehearsal, you have to wear the dress—

"It isn't a dress, it's a skirt," Reeve says.

"No, it's a damn kilt and what the hell Barret's right…where is your kilt, Cloud?" Cid's growls from behind us.

I turn, frozen on the spot. Barret's right, keep the eyes to the skies. No way I want to see a bunch of hairy men legs.

"Er…"

"Cid, there you are!" Tifa smiles, walking in from another room.

"Girl! What's with your boy?" Cid gestures to me.

I still have my eyes up, so I don't see Tifa or anyone really.

"Oh…I told him there would be snacks and stuff…he didn't want to spill something on his kilt, or mess up his shoes dancing. You know how he is with dancing," Tifa laughs.

I hear several disbelieving curses behind me, and almost smirk. That's right bastards, who's smart? I'm smart. Hell yes. Or…Tifa's smart. Either way I win. The end.

"Oh…" Cid grunts, "Still…whatever. Anyways, what are we waiting on?"

"Shera had to try on her dress…she's taking it off now."

"Why?" Cid asks.

I spare a glance down, noticing that Tifa isn't in her bridesmaid dress.

Tifa gives a little laugh, "Come on Cid, you know the superstition. The groom can't see the bride in her dress before the wedding! Plus, none of us want to mess up our dresses. We tried them on, just to make sure we could walk in them, and sit in them. Other than that, this dress rehearsal is a figure of speech. Didn't you know that, Cid?"

"Holy shit," Barret says from behind me with relief.

I glance over my shoulder, suddenly noticing the lack of three other men. Apparently they follow in my lead.

"Cid…" I say slowly, "I think you're missing your grooms and best man."

"Those sunovabitches. I'm going to kill them," Cid shuffles on his feet; "Still…you have a good point Tifa. It won't take us long to get changed."

Cid leaves, a bit disappointed, and I glance over at Tifa. She gives an encouraging smile, and I think what it may be like doing this for our wedding.

Man that's weird.

I follow Tifa out into the area where the wedding will take place. It's empty right now, long lines of pews stretching up to the dais ahead. They'll be bringing in flowers and stuff like that today after we get done…or tomorrow morning before we start. I don't know, and I don't care.

Cid enters behind us, followed by the rest of the men and women in the wedding party…or most of them.

"Alright, listen up…we got to get this right else that ball of fluffy goodness Cecil will kick my ass…don't get it cos it's my wedding, and that fruitcake shouldn't care."

"Cid…" Shera says softly, and he continues.

"Back to business… Best man is Barret…any complaints? Kiss my ass it's my wedding and if you want to be the main man in the kilt, then by all means, I'm sure Barret will resign his position. One of you bitches may be lucky enough to be halfway hidden behind some flowers, but not the best man."

Barret looks like he could kill.

"Maid of honor is Shera's sister, Wendy, so those two are paired up. Course, we got Tifa, Yuffie, and my sis Carla for the other maids. Cloud, Vincent, and Reeve are the grooms."

Barret glances at Reeve, "Where were you when we had dancing lessons?"

"I heard about Cloud massacring everyone with Yuffie's shoe. Must have been like a carnival game. Anyways, I already know how to dance. Midgar Ballroom champion three years in a row. I've had practice," Reeve says.

Barret grunts in disdain, "Why not four years?"

"Bloody Tseng, that's why," Reeve mutters bitterly.

"Tseng ballroom dances?" Yuffie squawks.

"Anyways," Cid growls, "Benny's the ring bearer, and of course the only small female we have around here other than Yuffie—

"Bastard!"

"Is Marlene…so little Mar is the flower girl."

"Where is Benny?" Shera asks.

"Marlene's on the beach with Denzel and Cecil," Barret says, "Good guy, Cecil."

"The hell, Barret? You fallin in love?" Cid asks.

"I will kill you."

"He'll get a nice look at your legs tomorrow, better watch your back Barret if you catch my drift," Yuffie grins.

"Don't push me, girl."

"Oh I know what'll push you—

"Enough!" Cid shouts, "Let's get this over with. You people are too crazy to spend this much time with."

"Hey man, we still got the bachelor party after this, don't start complaining now," Barret grunts.

"Is Cecil coming?" Yuffie grins.

Barret takes a menacing step forward, and Tifa intervenes, "Actually he's coming to the bachlorette party."

"Scary," Cid mumbles.

"Speaking of Benny…where is Carla?" Shera asks.

Cid shrugs, "Who gives a damn? They know what to do. Let's get this over with ladies."

The practice goes by rather smoothly, or as smoothly as something can go with these people.

After we finish up, we gather round talking and Cid tells us there are refreshments in the back. We begin to move towards the door, but I pause, looking around as the others exit.

My gaze rises, catching Tifa standing alone in the light from one of the windows at the dais. I move slowly towards her, stepping up beside of her as she gazes around the room.

"You know," she says, "I can't imagine having a wedding in this place…it's so huge. Do we know enough people to actually fill all these seats?"

I shrug, seeing what she means.

"I mean, it's different with Shera and Cid. Shera has a sister and four brothers…and Cid has a sister. It's amazing seeing a family so big, especially like Shera's. I think…it'd be strange, growing up with five siblings."

I nod my head in agreement.

"I think it'd be nice though…you'd never get lonely."

I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, her gaze still roaming over the large room.

"A big family…" I say, not voicing the question, but she hears it anyone.

"Yeah," she smiles, "I think a big family would be nice."

"…three?" Man this is hard to talk about. Awkward…

She laughs, blushing, "We've already got two."

"I know."

She turns then, grinning at me large. She reaches up and pulls me down for a kiss.

Now this is what I'm talking about…perfect way to start a big family if you ask me…

"Rah! It was you! I know it was you! Get back here!"

The sudden scream breaks us apart, and I glance towards the entrance to the way.

Yuffie comes tearing into the room, grinning maniacally. Cid follows, and so does his sister Carla, but she's holding a big pink blanket—

Whoa…operation dye has been commenced and executed.

Yuffie flings herself down the isle, Cid hot on her heels, his sister stopping halfway.

There's a bawling, pink Benny in her arms, and I'd almost laugh if he didn't look so pathetic. Course I'm thinking Cid and Yuffie's showdown will be much more interesting.

They're facing each other at opposite ends of the pews. Cid lets out a battle cry, rushing down beside the pew. Yuffie darts down a couple pews, rushing in the opposite direction. She's going for freedom, but Cid won't have that.

Cid places his hand on the back of the pew, and in a swift movement launches himself over it and onto the next pew. Suddenly he's hopping from pew to pew, closing in on Yuffie.

Yuffie glances over her shoulder, squeaking and dropping in between two pews. Cid reaches the pews, staring down yelling and cursing.

"Brat! Get your ass out here! I do not want a pink ring bearer!"

There's a high pitched laugh from beneath the pews somewhere, and Yuffie shouts back.

"You can't get it out! It's that special thief detector and it'll last for at least two days!"

"Yuffie!" Cid screams, his face red.

He starts running across the pews again, and Yuffie crawls out for freedom. She reaches the isle a few pews before Cid, and Cid spots her, yelling another war cry.

"Stupid crazy Wutai bitch!"

"Fat balding pilot!" Yuffie screams over her shoulder, taking off down the isle and out the way they came.

Cid jumps from the pews, landing in the isle and takes off after her. His sister scoops up Benny, and she rushes him down the isle, his pink face, and pink arms, and pink hair…

Yuffie's a genius.

Tifa's standing there with her mouth open, "Good lord…"

She glances at me, and I look down at her.

She meets my eyes seriously, "Let's have a small wedding."

"Definitely."

A/N: It's a nice day for a white weddin...obviously Billy Idol missed that memo...Pink is totally the new white. My Disjointed Life ended...so sad, I love that story. I hope he publishes it (I'm sure most of you know who I'm talking about) Anyways, DC Dude, I wish I would've thought about that...carnival points...Reeve's comment was just for you. GeneralDragon: Ha! If I hear rainbow fluff, I'll know who spread it. zenbon zakura I know I know...Yuffie's feet are small in AC, but the real Yuffie (not the CG one) definitely has feet of doom...godzilla feet. I just thought it'd be entertaining since she's so little, she needs to balance it out some how. My brother's head is so big we have to special order hats for him...how sad is that? onewingedangel AHAHA...I was hoping someone would say something about that line...heh zaz9-zaa0 Tifa is definitely the dancing queen. Dude, that would be great, Vincent walking around with a table stuck to his toe. Classic. Anyways, thanks for reviews everyone! I LOVE YOU!