Haruhi and Rebekah stood awkwardly in their obnoxious gowns, waiting for the boys to finish changing and making small talk. It was amazing, how much they dealt with. They had to get a wig for Haruhi, do Rebekah's hair, get them both corsets and slips, shoes and stockings, and accessories-
And they were still done before Tamaki.
Speaking of whom, I was very angry with the blonde. He was pretty much going to die the next time I got near him.
I readjusted myself shyly again, trying to keep my suit straight while Mitskuni climbed over me repeatedly.
"Really? They never mentioned me?" Rebekah's voice sounded over my cousin's laughter. "That's odd. I'm a little insulted! Ha ha..."
"Well Hikaru and Kaoru told me earlier today that they'd avoided talking about you so they wouldn't miss you so much. Or something like that."
Rebekah sighed. "Yeah, that's something they'd try to do. It was hard on my end, too, but I don't think I ever shut up about this place!" She fidgeted in the dress, shifting the heavy layers of the gown around herself. It was a stunning ensemble. A thick white skirt, puffed around her enough that it didn't rest against her legs, but it wasn't nearly big enough to compare to a princess, either. The top of it was a halter, the material gathering around her neck and clasping in the back. There was a triangular cut out in the chest of it, showing off just enough of her cleavage to show she was feminine. The sleeves were attached to the rest of the dress at the armpits. They were made of a floral patterned lace, which bunched into a ring-like attachment on her middle finger. Her shoulders were exposed.
Haruhi, however, was wearing something much less elaborately elegant. It was a light purple, which reminded me of Tamaki's eyes. Odd, but he'd probably planned that. My own suit had a blue vest that was nearly as vivid as Bekah's eyes. Anyway. This dress also had a haltered top, but it was squared off, and had a bow that tied in the back. From the ribs down, it flowed off of Haruhi in loose, gauzy folds. Her wig was done up in curled pig tails, a lot like how they looked on her first date with Hikaru. She was dressed very simply, but elegantly. Still, she was nothing compared to Rebekah.
Mitskuni crawled up my back for the seventh time that day. "Hey, Takashi? Bekah-chan looks really good in that dress, don't ya think? I wonder if her real dress will look that good...?" He looked to me for an answer.
I thought about it. I've never seen her look so attractive, so beautiful as she did in that dress- but then, she'd surprised me before. I smiled back at my small relative, "She'll pull it off. I don't know how, but she will."
He grinned and hopped off my back as Tamaki stepped out of his changing room at last. The suit was black, with a purple under shirt and silver buttoning. He didn't look nearly as stunning as usual, but I could see the pink hint of budding love spread across Haruhi's face when she saw him. I smoothed down the jacket I wore as I watched Tamaki strut around.
A smaller, more soothing pair of hands spread over my back, eliminating the wrinkles that I couldn't fix myself. I shivered and turned to meet Rebekah's eyes. God... She was stunning. We smiled at each other, no words necessary. We both knew that Tamaki had done this for us. This was our day, to show off what we had. It was pretty marvelous that he could do something like that, self centered as he is.
But then again, he's a pretty good guy. One of the best I know.
Maybe this surprise wasn't so bad after all.
Kyoya clapped his hands, yelling for us to prepare for the guests. Leaving the prep room, I was shocked. The whole hosting area was decked out in snow white roses, hung with silk banners and elegant furniture that hadn't been there before we changed. Seeing our shock, Kyoya explained how the twins had had some of their mother's shop's furniture brought over to decorate for the occasion. They smiled together in matching suits.
The red-haired boys bobbed off, arranging people in their places. Kyoya stood in as the priest at the alter, while Rebekah and I held hands with her veil over her face in front of him. Honey stood in as my best man (which of course, he most likely would be) while Haruhi stood in as the maid of honor. Tamaki and the twins opened the doors and welcomed the girls to the wedding-like room with breezy smiles and deep bows.
The crowd of girls sighed, their faces showing the obvious envy and awe they all felt. I smiled at them, doing my job of course, but happy knowing that our real wedding would be much, much better than this. No offense to the guys or anything, but Rebekah and I had picked it all out together... That made it better than anything anyone else could've ever planned. Ever.
Ten minutes later I sat with two or three girls and Mitskuni. I lounged on the end of a small couch, staring off into space.
Well, if you can call a beautiful woman in a wedding dress 'space', that is...
She was so close. It was maybe ten steps to her table, where she sat laughing with another girl. It would be so easy to get to her. Just to get up and walk over there would be only seconds. Only moments and I could wrap her up in my arms...
"...Akashi-sama? Are you listening?" The girl with the green headband sat next to me, smiling nervously up at me. It seemed I had been paying less attention than I'd thought.
"Mmm." I answered back. I'd taken to not talking around anyone outside the club... But mostly Rebekah.
My cousin looked over at me. "That's a little rude, Takashi!" He smiled. "It's okay, though, right girls? I mean, it's a little hard notto focus on the room or the outfits! It's all so pretty!"
The girls sighed as he squeezed his bunny. I went back to daydreaming. We had about 5, maybe 6 more months of school left.
Do I really have to do this every day until graduation...?