Misaki and Usagi spent a day at DisneySea, mostly hugging and whispering things to each other on rides, before they decided to just return home and begin planning the wedding.

"Okay, so how are we going to do this?" Misaki asked, pulling his legs up under himself on their couch.

Usagi smiled. "Well, I've been researching it a bit...and civil partnerships are legal in England. They also recognize partnerships between their citizens who live overseas. Being as I have dual citizenship, we can marry under British law right here in Japan."

"Really?" Misaki sounded incredulous.

"Really. I double checked everything. So...have you thought about what you want our wedding to be like?"

Misaki blushed. "No...I don't even know where to begin. The only wedding I've ever been to was my brother's - oh!" he exclaimed suddenly. "We have to tell my brother!"

Usagi smirked softly. "Hmm, I figured you would be too embarrassed."

Misaki played with his hands. "Well, no...he's the one that brought it up for the first time, way back when he was staying with us. You know, when you said I looked good in white and I got all mad." Misaki's brow furrowed as he thought of another detail. "Oh no...do I have to wear a wedding dress?"

"No, you don't have to wear anything you don't want to," Usagi assured him. "We could wear ceremonial kimonos..."

"Nah, I don't really want to do that."

"We can wear suits."

"_You _can wear a suit. I don't like how itchy and stiff it makes me feel. Maybe...maybe I could wear all white, like a white dress shirt and pants."

"Sounds good." Usagi leaned in and ruffled his young fiance's hair. "Well, shall we call your brother?" Misaki assented with a short nod, and the two went over to the table the phone was on. Usagi smiled to himself as he dialed the number, then pulled Misaki in close. "Ah, hello, Takahiro. Yes, we got back from Disneyland just fine. But we have something to tell you."

He handed the phone suddenly to Misaki, who took it with sweaty hands and struggled to speak. Despite having said it would be no big deal to tell his brother, he was actually acutely nervous as the moment arrived. "Um, hi, Nii-chan. Well, it's just that, um...Usagi asked me to...marry him. Yeah, I said yes. How? Well, Usagi-san's a British citizen, so they'll recognize the marriage or something. Oh, what? No, we're not getting married _in _England. We can do it here so everyone can come. Mmm hmm...no, I'm not going to wear a wedding gown!"

Usagi took the phone from Misaki. "What's a good date for you, Takahiro? Our schedules are more flexible, and we want to make sure you and Manami can be there. Okay...all right, that's eight weeks from this coming Saturday. That'll work. Well, we have a lot of planning to do, so we'll let you go. Take care." He hung up the phone with a soft click and then turned to Misaki. "Well, that went rather well, didn't it?"

Misaki swallowed hard. "Eight weeks? We're getting married in eight weeks?"

"Why? Is that not enough time?"

"N-no...it's more like...I wanted to hurry up and get it over with." He backpedaled in response to the hurt expression on Usagi's face. "No, no, that came out wrong! What I mean is...I'm excited. I don't want to wait that long." He looked down at his hands and blushed.

Usagi embraced him tightly. "Oh, Misaki...you are so adorable." He kissed the top of the boy's head. "Really? You can't wait to marry me?" Misaki gave a muffled noise of assent. "That's so cute. But, we need at least that much time to get the place booked, invitations sent, not to mention time for me to submit for a license from England. So, you'll just have to hold your excitement in, okay?"

Misaki tilted his head to look up at his older lover. "Okay," he said quietly, and was rewarded with a gentle kiss.

"Oh, Misaki, I love you."

"I love you, too..." Misaki murmured, his eyes dreamy.

"But now...we have a lot of planning to do!"

"Erk...oh yeah. but like I said, I don't know where to begin."

"Well, honestly, neither do I. I never really considered that I would ever get married, so I know nothing about the process. But that's why I called for help." His eyes twinkled, and as if on cue, the front door burst open to reveal an excited Aikawa clutching several binders and books.

"Oh! Congratulations, you two!" she exclaimed. She dropped the binders on the coffee table and ran forward to Misaki. "Oh, I'm going to give you the beautiful wedding that I never had!" she told him, practically shaking with excitement.

Misaki blanched a bit. "Well, um...I don't want a girl's wedding," he said weakly.

"No, no, we can adjust everything so it's more...manly, or whatever. But I've got all kinds of invitation styles to show you, some locations in mind for the ceremony and reception, musicians, florists, bakers, caterers, jewelers..." She ranted on and on as she drew a bewildered Misaki to the couch and began to open the binders.

"I'll leave you two to the planning," Usagi said with a smile. "I'll be back in a bit."

Misaki looked up from a cake book. "Where are you going?"

"To get a best man."

Misaki cocked his head slightly. "You aren't going to ask my brother?"

Usagi shook his head, smiling. "No, he needs to be the one to give you away." Misaki blushed, and Usagi continued. "So, there's someone else I have to ask." Misaki nodded, and Usagi bent at the waist to give his lover a kiss goodbye. Then he turned to leave, and Misaki wondered for a moment who the guy could be. His train of thought was broken by Aikawa shoving a catalog of wedding bands in his face.

"Platinum or gold?" she demanded, and Misaki gave a weak smile.

The planning continued, and as Misaki deliberated between cream and eggshell paper for the invitations, Usagi parked his red sportscar outside of M University. But this time, instead of waiting to pick up Misaki, he actually went in, climbing two flights of stairs to the faculty offices for the literature department. He opened a door without knocking, and was startled to see a blond teenager straddling Professor Miyagi at his desk. "Oh, um," Usagi stammered, surprised. "I was looking for Hiroki."

Miyagi pushed the boy off of his lap and stood up, scratching his head and blushing profusely. "This isn't at all what it looks like. You see, there was something in my eye..."

"You don't have to explain," Usagi said, as the teenager snatched up his schoolbag with a scowl and stormed out. "Is Hiroki still here?"

"Yeah, he's-" Miyagi began, and at that moment, Kamijou entered the room. "Ah, there you are, Kamijou baby! Your hunky friend is here to visit you," he said, gesturing at Usagi. "I'm jealous...and I bet your lunking doctor buddy would be too if he knew." He drummed his fingers together devilishly. "Wouldn't want him to find out..."

"So says the middle aged man who just got done getting blown by the dean's teenage son, AT WORK," Hiroki spat back. He smirked as Miyagi wilted and stepped back a bit. "That's right, I've got WAY more ammo than you nowadays. So I think you'll be doing MY copies today." He thrust a stack of papers at Miyagi. "One hundred of each. And make it snappy." He turned back to Usagi as Miyagi hurried from the room. "Now, what's up?"

Usagi shook his head. "Wow, I never knew Japanese literature was such an exciting field."

"It's not," Hiroki sighed, sinking down into his desk chair. "Miyagi and I are just a couple of disturbed men. Him, much more so. But anyway, what's going on? That's boy's not missing again, is he?" His mind flashed back to Usagi calling him just a few days ago to ask if class had run late, as he had been waiting over an hour for Misaki to come out.

"No, no, he's home safe and sound," Usagi assured him. "I have good news. I'm getting married."

Hiroki just gawked for a few moments before finding his voice. "M-m-married? To who? That cousin of yours?"

Usagi shook his head. "No, to Misaki, of course." He explained the situation with his dual citizenship.

"Hmm...he's not twenty yet, though. I'm sure you know your laws."

Usagi smiled and held up a finger. "Eighteen for males with parental consent," he stated. "Which would be Takahiro in this case, and he approves."

"You clever bastard," Hiroki laughed. "Well, congratulations," he said, only a slight twinge of jealousy tugging at his heart. Mostly, he dearly wished that either he or Nowaki were dual citizens of some country where same sex unions were legal...though he would never admit such wishes to Nowaki! _The big dummy would have me in a wedding gown and flying for Hawaii before I knew what hit me!_

Usagi continued. "But what I'm here for is to ask you to be my best man."

Hiroki's eyes bulged out for a second. "Me? Why not your precious Takahiro?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Usagi smiled sheepishly. "He has to be the one to give Misaki away."

"Oh. Well, glad to know I was your second choice," Hiroki grumbled, looking discontented.

"No, it's not like that at all. Really, I want you to be my best man. It's not about first or second choices." Usagi smiled softly. "You were my first real friend, you know?"

Hiroki blushed, but folded his arms and looked away. "I'll think about it," he said.

"Okay, thank you," Usagi said, rising to his feet. "But, say...was that really the dean's son? And he's fucking old Miyagi?"

Hiroki laughed. "Yes to the first, and I'm pretty sure to the second. He's in here pawing at the guy enough. I wouldn't be surprised if they were doing it already." He rolled his eyes. "Someone's going to lose their job over this, I fear."

"Hmmm, but then you'd get a promotion, wouldn't you? How about an anonymous tip to the dean about what's going on?"

"Never!" Hiroki exclaimed. "I mean, I have some scruples. They're not really hurting anybody, and Miyagi seems to really care about the kid. And besides, Miyagi is my friend."

Usagi raised an eyebrow. "Your friend? Isn't he always blackmailing you and sexually harassing you?"

"Yeah, yeah, Akihiko, I know I have shitty taste in friends!" Hiroki shouted. "Case in point, the jerk in front of me that broke my heart seven years ago and now wants me to be at his wedding to another man!" He fumed as Usagi looked bewildered.

"Are you still hurt about that? I'm sorry - " Usagi began, but Hiroki cut him off with a loud sigh.

"No, no, I just got carried away there. I'm over it...mostly. I still get pissed at you sometimes, and I have to kick a trashcan or two. But that's just the way I am. I get angry over nothing really easily. Just ask Nowaki..." he mumbled. He had called the man a hopeless loser just that morning for making him heart shaped waffles for breakfast. Several kisses later, Nowaki's hurt feelings were mended, however.

"So we're cool?"

"We're cool."

"Good." Usagi smiled widely. "Well, I better get back to my blushing soon to be bride," he laughed.

Usagi started to head home, but then changed his mind suddenly and drove in a different direction. He parked and headed up into a gleaming, impressive corporate building, where he rode the elevator to the tenth floor. He approached the secretary, who was new since the last time he had been there. "I'm here to see Usami Fuyuhiko," he stated, smoothing out his sleeves.

The woman looked at him skeptically. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"He probably won't see you without an appointment, but I'll try. May I have your name?"

"Usami Akihiko." He smiled slightly as the woman's face paled and she hurried back to Usagi-chichi's office. She returned just moments later.

"Please go in, sir," she said, her head bowed reverently. Usagi nodded and stepped back towards his father's office.

"Ah, Akihiko, I never thought I'd see you here again," Fuyuhiko said as he rose to his feet. Father and son exchanged a friendly handshake, then they both sat down, facing each other. "What brings you here? Going to join my ranks? I'd make you vice-president in a heartbeat."

Usagi gave a dry laugh. "No, but I sincerely thank you for the offer. Actually, I have an announcement to make. I'm marrying Misaki."

Fuyuhiko just blinked in surprise for a few minutes. Finally he spoke. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" he asked his youngest son, his face concerned. "And besides, it's not even legal here."

"It's fortunate I was born in England, because it _is _legal there," Usagi reminded him.

Fuyuhiko bowed his head. "Ah, I guess things happen for a reason. Well, there is no use in me arguing with you about it. I know you will do what you wish anyway. Still...I wonder why you came here?"

Usagi laced his fingers together. "Because I respect you enough to tell you something like this to your face."

Fuyuhiko blinked twice, then nodded slowly. "Thank you. I deeply appreciate that."

"Oh, and one more thing. Tell your rotten other son that if he tries to interfere with this wedding, or ever comes near my Misaki again, I will kill him."

Fuyuhiko reeled back. "Ah. So it was you that did that to Haruhiko's face."

Usagi gritted his teeth, remembering how angry he had been. "I had to. He tricked Misaki into coming over, locked him up, and tried to rape him. I had no choice but to do what I did."

Fuyuhiko's eyes were wide, then they grew serious. "This information is deeply disturbing to me. I don't even know how to process it." He leaned forward and held his head in his hands. He then pulled out his cell phone and pressed two buttons in succession, calling his oldest son. "Haruhiko. I want you to come to my office now. Right now." The anger was audible in his voice, and he snapped the phone shut with a shaking hand.

Usagi started to stand. "I'll be going then."

"No, I want you here too. This is something we need to talk about...as a family." Usagi didn't look too pleased, but waited obediently.

Less than three minutes passed before Haruhiko entered the room. He shut the door behind him, flinching when he saw his younger brother there. The bruises left by Usagi's punches still were plainly evident on his face, and he sat down in a chair with his eyes lowered.

"Haruhiko...I've heard some very upsetting words from Akihiko. Can you explain yourself?" Fuyuhiko asked. Haruhiko just shook his head, his lips tightly pressed together.

Usagi spoke up. "I understand why you have a complex about me and about wanting to have my things, but this is absolutely inexcusable. Misaki is not a toy for you to steal from me. Nor is he a toy for you to break just to spite me. It's cruel and horrible."

Usagi and Fuyuhiko were both shocked as Haruhiko leaned forward and clapped his hands over his face. "I don't know what came over me," he murmured, his voice shaking and muffled. "I am so, so sorry. Tell Misaki I'm sorry." He raised his head up to look at Usagi with red rimmed eyes. "I lost my mind there. I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself."

Fuyuhiko shook his head. "I don't understand you. I've tried to do right, to give you every opportunity...I suppose I can never make my past mistakes right."

"No, it's not that." Haruhiko let out a trembling sigh. "Father, I want to be an architect. I've always wanted to be, but I didn't want to let you down by not following in your footsteps. So I suppressed that desire...like I've suppressed a lot of my desires."

"I think that's part of what's wrong," Usagi said, exhaling slowly. "If you force yourself to live a lie, it's all going to snap at some point." Haruhiko nodded, swallowing hard.

Fuyuhiko looked back and forth between his two sons. "I had no idea," he finally said to Haruhiko. "Do you... want to go back to school to study architecture?" he asked.

Haruhiko sighed softly. "Yes," he admitted.

"Well...I don't see why you can't..." Fuyuhiko said slowly.

Haruhiko gasped. "But, the company!"

"We will manage," Fuyuhiko said. "What's more important is my son's happiness." He looked between the two starkly different men. "Both of my sons' happiness." They nodded slowly, and Usagi stood to leave. "Thank you, Akihiko," Fuyuhiko said sincerely.

Haruhiko turned to look at his brother. "I'm sorry," he apologized again.

"I'll tell Misaki," Usagi said. "But...it will take a while for me to forgive you for what you did. I'm not saying I'll never forgive you, but...it's going to take time." Haruhiko nodded, and watched Usagi go.

Usagi made his way down to the parking lot and to his car, already longing to see his lover. _"He's probably overwhelmed by now..."_ Usagi thought to himself as he buckled his seatbelt and drove off. Sure enough, when he reentered the apartment, Misaki was facedown on the couch while Aikawa scribbled mercilessly on a notepad.

"Lilies...baby's breath...at least 200," she murmured to herself, her eyes alight with frightening energy.

"I'm home," Usagi called out.

Misaki sat up, holding his head with his hand. "This is hard," he moaned. "Too many decisions."

Aikawa continued to write furiously. "Don't you worry, Misaki-chan, I've got it all under control now. Just you wait!" She stood up triumphantly, papers fluttering around as she pointed a finger to the sky. "This will be the best, hottest, sexiest man on man wedding ever!"

"I'm afraid..." Misaki murmured, his head falling back onto the couch.