*GAHHH! Guys I'm so sorry! I'm such a terrible person! DX I took sooo long to write this... You wouldn't believe how much it takes to plan a wedding... ~dazed~ Anyways, here it is! I'll update again soon, kay guys! Thanks for following this pair through! They love you, and so do I! Please review, oh and check out the Tough Love Questions and Bonuses! There'll be some new stuff on there soon. :)*

The bridal botique was large, spacious, and white. Everywhere you looked, almost everything was white. The furnature was all plush, soft, and inviting- I was overwhelmed. I looked over my shoulder at my fiancee, giddy to get started. Sadly, his face showed the obvious pain we both felt rather than letting his excitement get to him. The woman behind the receptionist's desk looked at us carefully, talking on the phone but still smiling, trying to deduce why we were there. She held up a finger, and motioned to a waiting area as she chatted away on her phone.

I gratefully sat down on the plush white couch, waiting for her to stop talking. Mori sat beside me, rigid and uncomfortable. To be honest, it didn't seem like him to be so tense because of the boys... Maybe he was just nervous about the wedding...

I hoped not. I wanted him to have as much fun with this as I was going to.

The woman set her reciever down with a click and greeted us, "Hello! Welcome to the Union Bridal Botique and Wedding Shop! How may I help you today? Gift ideas? Do you know someone who's getting married perhaps?" She smiled at us politely.

"Oh, actually," I smiled back shyly and stood, "We're here to plan our wedding!" I chuckled nervously as she took that in.

"Ah..." She counted heads, "All seven of you...?" The woman, I saw her name-tag said Minami, looked doubtful now.

"No. Just us. They..." Takashi struggled to explain the crazy tag-alongs.

"They came against our will... Ah heh..." I gave her a pleading look, "I thought I read on the site that only the bride, groom, and their parents to be were allowed to sit and consult with the planners?"

Minami's eyes registered the plea for help. "Oh, yes, I'm afraid so," She grinned at the five behind us, "You'll all have to either leave or wait here."

Tamaki and Honey looked heart-broken, the twins a bit bored, and Kyoya could have cared less. "Fine," said the Otori boy, "We'll leave you to it." He had to drag Tamaki out by the scruff of his neck, but we were finally alone to plan.

Minami relaxed a bit then and handed us off to a planner. She introduced herself as Yumi. "Hi there! I'll be helping you pick out everything you want to have in the wedding! Oh, are your parents going to help you?"

"No, we've all decided that it's up to us." I grinned sweetly at her. That hadn't really been the case... I was actually forcing my dad to go along with it, and it took quite a bit of persuading Takashi's mother to let us... But it was worth it, because this wedding was going to be mine. And Mori's, of course, but mostly mine.

"Oh, well alrighty then!"

The sun slid smoothly across the window, but we payed it no heed. Oblivious to time, money, and the fact that our friends would want to know where we were, we kept making plans, until the only missing piece was the dress. I smiled. That was mine, too.

Yumi sat back in her chair, almost exhausted looking. She smiled tiredly, "Well, you're certainly ready for this, aren't you?" She flipped open our personal wedding binder, the one that would hold and carry out our plans to the t.

Let's see... I thought, We have the party picked out, all my bridesmaids and his groomsmen and such... We have the guest list- man did that take forever... There's the photographer and the DJ, along with the church and banquet hall we selected... Funny, right next to an Otori hospital!... We've got a hotel manager on the line for rooms of the guests, and a florist on e-mail alert for boquets and decorations... The caterers are hired... OH! The tuxes and dresses, the Hitachiins have us covered...

I continued to check through the list, making sure we had everything down, while Mori and Yumi discussed prices.

Oh and the invitations! The ones we designed are so pretty! Oh I hope everyone likes them... There's the rehearsal dinner resteraunt, got that... We have transportation arranged... That's good, knowing Majka and Tamaki, they'll want limos. The cake! Oh, man! The cake has to be one of the best parts... I love the design and colors. The Hitachiin boys also have me covered on hair and makeup, thank God! They're good at it, too!

I flipped pages rapidly, making sure there was nothing we missed that could be taken care of now.

There's the party favors, those are cute... The people giving toasts... The undergarments we decided would be just as much a surprise as the dress, wink wink! Submitting something to the newspaper? Takashi's father had that covered... He volunteered, oddly enough. Oh, and speaking of his father, he'd make sure there was an open bar... The marriage license? Mori had surprised me with that while we were in Tokyo... He seemed excited as I was then...

I looked up at him. He was deep in thought, but I could see it... I could see that glint in his eyes, that he was happy. I smiled and set down the binder, deciding that we'd got it all down.

Ten minutes later, we walked out of the bridal botique hand in hand, ready for a wedding. It was everything I'd hoped it was going to be... But now, the real challenge! Finding the perfect outfit!

And I most definitely do not mean the dress(though that's also important).

I mean, the HONEYMOON was going to be later that night! I'd have to be prepared! Of course, I had several friends who were (hopefully) going to be able to help me with that... My one worry was that whatever I picked to wear before we... Ya know... Took it off... I was scared that he wouldn't like it. Apparently it showed on my face.

He stopped walking, "Hey." I looked up at him. He smiled down on me and kissed my forehead before whispering, "This is going to be fun. Really." And just like that... I was perfectly okay with the worry I felt. Heck, what did I have to worry for anyway? If he didn't like it, I would just take it off faster! I laughed to myself.

Oh, the pervert I'd become...