Author's Note: Some of you may have been wondering what Hallshipping is. Well, here you go!

Music Lover's Alert: If you enjoy listening to music while you read, I recommend "Like I Think About You" by David Rovics and "I Heard It Through The Grapevine" by Marvin Gaye just to show the conflicting emotions.

Warning: Gratuitous lemon at the end.

Chapter 30 Meanwhile, in North America

Tristan carefully smoothed his tall spike of brown hair in the mirror. Then, he took a deep breath and adjusted his tuxedo. His chocolate brown eyes stared back at him with questions he did not want to answer.

"Come on, man. It's now or never. Don't do this to yourself. You need to move on and be happy. She moved on. She doesn't ever want to see you again," he said to his reflection.

"Come on, man. It's about to start," said another tuxedo-clad man from the doorway, "what are you doing in here, anyway?"

Tristan looked up to see his college roommate Joe. "I…"

"You're getting cold feet, aren't you? Don't worry about it, man. It happens to everybody," Joe said confidently.

Tristan sighed. "I just never had a chance to say goodbye to her."

-flashback-

Serenity looked at her brother for help, but he too was at a loss for words. The four friends sat in silence for a while. Then, Yugi came up with an idea. "Hey! Bakura now owns International Enterprises, right? That means he also owns International Airlines! Maybe he'll give us special deals on flights so we can visit each other more often."

Tristan shook his head slowly. "I've already spoken with Bakura about that. He just laughed at me and said that I should focus on my studies instead of my love life. Unfortunately, I think he has a point."

"What are you saying, Tristan?" Serenity asked.

"Serenity, I just want you to be happy, and I… I think we should see other people," Tristan said with a gulp.

Now, it was Serenity's turn to cry. She clung to her boyfriend's chest, sobbing while he stroked her hair.

"Tristan, you jerk!" Joey yelled, "My sister just saved your life, and this is how you thank her!?" Joey stood abruptly and grabbed Serenity by the hand, hauling her away from Tristan. On his way out, he passed Tea and threw some bills on her serving tray. "If that doesn't cover it, I'll pay you back later."

Yugi and Tristan sat dumbfounded while Tea came over to their table. "What was that about?" she asked.

"Tristan just broke up with Serenity," Yugi explained.

"What!? Tristan, how could you? You two made the perfect couple!" Tea gushed.

-end flashback-

"Is this about that chick again? Seriously man, get a grip," Joe said.

"Did you look her up again for me like I asked?"

"Yeah. Nothing has changed. She is still married to that rich asshole. Let it go, man. Put it behind you. You're getting married to one of the most beautiful girls in our graduating class. She's from the most powerful family in the world, too. Do you have any idea how many men would kill to be in your position?"

"No, but I know how many have been killed to put her second cousin in his position. Listen, Joe. I've never told anyone this, so you've got to keep it in confidence. Serenity saved me - not just before, but even after I broke up with her. She could have done nothing, but she called our mutual friend Rebecca and told her to warn me."

"You're tripping, man. She probably warned all of her friends and told them to warn all of their friends."

"No! That's not it at all. Serenity singled me out. We had another friend, Duke Devlin. He never got warned and he got fried."

Joe suddenly took on a much more serious expression. "Then why did you go after other girls?"

"Rebecca told me that Serenity was dating Kaiba. I figured that I should date someone else, too. You know, just for the fun of it. I thought that her thing with Kaiba would never last, but then she ended up married to the guy." Tristan started to shake as he held back his tears.

Joe placed a firm hand on Tristan's shoulder. "Stop doing this to yourself, Tristan. Maybe warning you through that other chick was just her way of saying goodbye. Anyway, you can't live in the past forever. You're about to get married, have a shitload of kids, and live happily ever after."

Tristan sniffled. "You're right. Goodbye, Serenity, I found someone else to love. I'll never forget-"

"-That's enough, man. Come on! We're already late."

Tristan took one last look in the mirror, and then let his friend lead him out of the bathroom. They made their way into a grand church with an arched ceiling and stained glass windows. Tristan took his place on the altar, and his college roommate stood beside him. Tristan wrung his hands nervously while he waited.

When the music started and his bride began to walk down the aisle, his spirits lifted. There was something about her that chased away all dark thoughts from his mind. Perhaps it was the way she walked so gracefully, or perhaps it was the way her blue eyes gleamed with a magical inner light. Whatever it was, it always made a smile tug at the corners of Tristan's mouth. No matter how hard he tried to resist it, the smile always won. Its power took over his whole face, and then spread a warm tingly feeling through the rest of his body.

Tristan's bride had long, silvery white hair. It had been that way from birth. Albinism ran in both the Bakura and Pegasus families, and she had ties to the Bakuras. Since her hair was already white, she had decided to wear a sky blue dress with long slits for easy walking. It complimented her gorgeous blue eyes and made her figure stand out sharply against the background of her white hair. If she had worn white, she would have looked more like a ghost than a woman. Blue made her look radiant, graceful, and confident. Instead of a veil, she wore a silver tiara with indicolite tourmaline stones.

The woman's father also wore blue as he walked her up the aisle and gave her away. Dark blue suits were the trademark of all grown men in the Bakura family, and this Bakura was no exceptions. However, unlike the CEO of Global Enterprises, he wore his white hair short. It made him look older than his fifty-two years, but it mattered little because he was not the one getting married.

The ceremony proceeded with traditional readings, traditional vows, and traditional rings. At last, the priest said, "Kisara and Tristan Taylor, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Tristan leaned in close to Kisara and gently pressed his lips to hers. Kisara hiked one leg around his hip and drew him even closer, deepening the kiss. Cheers and wolf whistles issued forth from their college friends as they admired her bare leg with a delicate silver strappy heel on her slender foot. Her father blushed with embarrassment. His daughter had always been a free spirit, but never this lewd before. It he had known that she was going to pull a stunt like this in front of everyone, he would have insisted that she wear a more conservative dress. Oh well. It was too late to worry about such things. She was no longer a Bakura.

….

Later that evening after all of the merry-making was over and all of the guests had gone home, Tristan carried Kisara over the threshold of their new home. Although her family had given her lots of money upon her marriage, it was not unlimited. Thus, she and Tristan decided to invest in a house rather than going on an expensive honeymoon. After all, they had already traveled to many places around the world separately and they could always travel in the future when they had saved up some more money.

Tristan did not set Kisara down immediately, but rather carried her all the way into the master bedroom where a king sized bed was waiting for them. The bed was spread with a snow white comforter and sprinkled with fresh rose petals. Tristan laid Kisara down on the bed and kissed her ankles as he gently slid off her silver heels. Then, he kissed his way up her leg, moving along the outside of her thigh where the long slit in her blue dress exposed her skin. When he reached the end of it, he lifted his mouth and made a beeline for hers.

Kisara wrapped her legs around Tristan's hips and helped to draw his body along hers so that he could reach her mouth. As they kissed, she undid the bow tie and other components of his tuxedo. She also arched her back so that he could reach the zipper at the back of her dress. The dress fell away from her easily, and its built-in bra along with it. Tristan's tuxedo was more difficult to dismantle, but Kisara's slender, nimble fingers handled the task with ease. Before Tristan could even begin to think about touching her panties, Kisara had pushed his slacks along with his briefs down to his knees.

Kisara reached for Tristan's member, and it hardened under her touch. She broke her kiss with Tristan to look down at it and gasped.

"What is it?" Tristan asked nervously.

"It's perfect! Tristan, you're the man of my dreams!" Kisara gushed.

"Seriously? You like it? It's not too small?" he said cautiously.

"Are you kidding? It's even bigger than I imagined! Now stick it in and let's make babies!" she said with a silly grin on her face. Tristan's dick was indeed larger than the one she had imagined, but not by much. The man who always appeared in her dreams was also tall like Tristan, but it was so hard to know for sure. He also had brown hair like Tristan, but wore it loose rather than gelled into a single spike. There was one more thing that Kisara never mentioned to Tristan about the man of her dreams; his eyes were a sharp, electric blue like hers. Every time Kisara looked in the mirror, she was reminded of the strange man who made love to her while she slept. However, she chalked the phenomenon up to a trick her subconscious mind played on her. She had taken enough psychology courses to know how vain humans can be. Aside from that one major feature, Tristan shared many similarities with the mysterious man she loved in the night that she decided they were one in the same. Plus, she felt a strong connection with him. Man of her dreams or not, she loved him without any reservations. Kisara wiggled her teal panties off her hips and down her legs. Then, she kicked them away and spread her legs wide.

Tristan gulped and looked down at Kisara's delicate orchid. "Um… where do I… um…" his dick shrunk.

"Just relax. I'll help you," Kisara said in a soft, sweet tone. She stroked Tristan's softening manhood to get it hard again and gently pulled it toward her. She guided it into herself slowly and wrapped her legs around the underside of his buttocks for leverage. She took him deep inside her, and drew back from him again.

"Oh my God!" Tristan exclaimed as her warm wetness surrounded him. Eager to experience her soft folds again, he thrust himself back into her over and over. Waves of pleasure surged through him, building to the ultimate high. Then, suddenly his seed bust out of him and filled his wife. Kisara panted and kissed him everywhere she could reach while he collapsed on top on her and held her tightly. Tristan's sperm swam around inside her searching for a receptive egg cell, but there was none to be found. The millions of little gametes died in vain.