A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next | By : Coffeetailor Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Yay, it is now officially senior skip day. And I’m about to go to bed, so I’ll try to keep this brief because you never know what my sleep deprived brain is going to do left unchecked. We’re finally getting to the long awaited wedding, which is why this chapter is longer than usual. Do read the notes at the bottom, they are important if you get confused. I don’t own anything that I didn’t make. Love you lots so read and review!
“A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wedding Jitters
The two soon to be married pilots quickly realized that it didn’t matter whether or not they actually wanted to plan their own wedding, it was out of their hands the moment they’d announced their final choices for the wedding party. With the exception of the ‘must be invited’ guest list, the two wealthy blonds in their life would be running the entire show. Luckily for their wallets, same said blonds had agreed to pay for it too.
“Think they’d let us just wear out dress uniforms?” Duo asked after going through the catalog of tuxedos that the golden hellions (what he’d decided to call Relena and Quatre after being dragged in for a fitting) had marked up with their ‘suitable’ choices.
“Quatre, maybe, but not Relena,” Heero said, examining a white tux and trying to imagine Duo in it. Not that the braided man was a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but on one really cared about that rule these days anyway. “He was at our first ceremony. She wasn’t.”
“At least she stopped trying to convince you to wear a dress,” Solo spoke up from the sofa. The ferrier had been staying with them since their return from Makai, sleeping on a pile of blankets in Duo’s room as their ‘chaperone.’ “Pity.”
“Flower girl,” Duo growled in threat.
This time, the younger thief wasn’t cowed. “As if the princess is gonna let you change the wedding party around for anything short of a death this late. So, you are going to let her do your hair, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I promised,” the chimera admitted grudgingly. “It was brutal. She came at me with those eyes, bemoaning the fact that Heero was probably never going to let anyone else near my hair after this and how it was her last chance. Evil woman.”
“Bit redundant, that.”
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Today was the day. Both pilots had spent the night in separate hotels the previous evening being pampered in their day spas before being forced into bed early in preparation for the early morning ahead of them.
They weren’t being married in a church, but rather in the training fields next to the Preventors HQ, which had been made up with flowers, ribbons, and an army's worth of chairs to accommodate all the guests that had made it onto the final list.
Three dressing tents had been set up. One for the groom and his men, one for the bride’s women, and one for the bride himself due to the particular circumstances. Despite it being private, the third tent was the most crowded.
“You look beautiful, Duo,” Relena assured the nervous pilot as she ran a brush through his hair. “And don’t forget, Heero is already yours.”
“I know, I know,” he murmured, watching her through the mirror. She, Sally, and Hilde all wore matching dressed in pale violet, while Mariemaia’s was blue to better go with her hair as well as Solo’s suit. Une, much to Duo’s jealously, had gotten away with wearing her dress uniform.
Parting the hair into three sections and baying a ribbon alongside each, Relena couldn’t help but to marvel in the softness. With the life he’d lived for the past two decades or so, one would expect Duo’s hair to be coarse and full of split ends. But it wasn’t. Instead, it flowed like water as she braided it, and she almost regretted having to tie off the end.
“Not quite as ornate as your mate’s was, but still captivating, little brother,” Kurama said, entering the tent quietly with a gesture to someone outside to wait. Those women who hadn't been informed about their ‘vacation’ jerked at the form of address but decided to puzzle it out at a later time when their minds weren’t clogged with wedding bells. “You’ve done a good job, your highness, but I have a few finishing touches.”
With that, the kitsune in human form produced a blue rose from his previously empty hand, pinning it to his brother’s front pocket. (1)
“Just don’t tell anyone where you got it,” he said with a smile, bring Duo’s head down so he could press a kiss to his forehead. Then, moving to the chimera’s ear, he whispered, “And I’ve hidden a bottle of a certain salve in your getaway car. I expect you to have used most of it by the time you get back.”
“Shuuichi!” Duo yelped, flushing. He’d barely remembered to use the kitsune’s human name in his embarrassment.
Kurama just laughed. “You’ve gotten soft, little brother. It used to take a lot more than that to make you blush.” He continued despite Duo’s sputtering. “Anyway, would you mind if someone else came in here? I’m not qualified to do the very last touch. Oh, and I’ve explained to your friend Howard that he won’t have to walk you down the isle. I belief he ran off to change into a Hawaiian shirt right after that.”
The younger thief fixed him with a look of confusion. “Shuuichi, who else do I have to do that? You already told me that you weren’t going to do it, and I doubt G would come out into public. That doesn’t leave too many more options.”
“Call it a slightly early wedding present from Koenma and I, and probably most of the Reikai,” the red-head said with an innocent smile. He briefly stuck his head outside of the tent before stepping further inside to give whoever it was room to enter.
Everyone in the tent stopped and stared at the older couple that’d entered after a young man with brown hair. Duo’s eyes widened as he took a concealed sniff of the air to catch their scents. “Kami...”
The couple held onto each other as though afraid that moving would make him (or them) vanish. Violet eyes on the redder side of his stared at him from the woman’s face as she spoke a single word that could only be heard if one stood with their ear to her mouth. Or if one had youkai hearing. “Kuronue.”
“You know, it’s the funniest thing,” Koenma said casually. “The other day I was having this really bad craving for a candy bar, but I’m not supposed to eat in my office, so I kinda bribed George to sneak one in. Turns out they don’t make the kind I wanted in the area, so he bribed Botan to get him one. Then she had a problem with the gate and had to sneak the guard on shift a little ‘tip’ to get back in. From what I’ve heard in rumor, the levels of corruption just kept going and going until they reached the heaven gates, and someone even managed to convince the guards there to take a week off!” He tapped his chin as if just realizing something. “You know, come to think of it, that week centers on today. Imagine how many souls could have escaped to take a day traipsing about the living world. It’s a good think there haven’t been any reports or there’d be a lot of extra paperwork for me to do.”
“You little scamp,” Duo said, grinning. “Thank you, Koenma.”
“Ah, it’s just a day,” the kami said, smiling back. “Well, I’d best go get a seat.”
As though his departure had been a cue, the couple rushed forward to embrace Duo, the man wrapping one arm around the bride while keeping the other around his wife as she tried not to sob into Duo’s chest and mess up the cloth.
“Duo?” Relena asked, confused as she looked between the couple and her friend. It couldn’t be.
“Relena, meet my parents,” he whispered, careful to keep his voice from carrying. He stepped away from them, wiping the woman’s tears before they could fall. (2) “It’s nice to meet you, Mother.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, my son,” she said, managing a smile. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well. I‘m so sorry that I was never there.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said gently. “You traded your life for mine. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“None of that today,” the man said, looking his son over. “I have something for you. I’ve been working on it for centuries, hoping that I’d have a chance to give it to you someday, even if it was after- well, you know.”
He produced a fine chain from his suit pocket. Hanging from it was a carved opal in the shape of a tear drop. It glinted red in the light. Swallowing, Duo dipped his head for the necklace to be draped over him.
The man, though Relena figured he must be a chimera if he was Duo’s father, smiled. “There, now you’re ready.”
“Just in time too,” Kurama said as the music changed into the familiar “here comes the bride” march. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Duo said as the kitsune and his mother snuck out the back of the tent rather than going through the main door which would be being watched now. Linking arms with his father, he took a steadying breath as the bride’s maids filed out in front of him, meeting with the best men before heading down to the pulpit. “Well, this is it.”
He stepped from the tent.
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1. Blue roses are supposedly impossible. There are those that look blue, but are actually purple. Kurama, special that he is, really can grow blue roses.
2. Falling chimera tears outside of battle are a bad thing.
One last thing. Kuronue’s parents were not brought back to life, nor have they been alive this entire time. Koenma’s just being a nice guy and letting them out of the afterlife for the day of their son’s wedding. It took a while to arrange seeing as he had to pretend to have no involvement, which is why they weren’t at the Makai wedding. Their looking like Duo in human form can be blamed solely on Kurama. Kitsune illusions are fun.
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