Beat of Destiny and other Drabble Shorts
Maxwell Style 2x5x2
Guests from all over the Earth and Colonies filled the
small cathedral, from high-ranking political officials to Preventers agents. The
bridegroom looked nervous, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and trickled
down the side of his face as they all awaited the bride that stood behind the
closed doors.
“I can’t believe she’s getting married.” Duo
whispered, his eyes darting around the pews that held so many people. This had
to be the biggest wedding he’d ever been to!
“I can believe it. She really deserves this.” Wufei
whispered back, adjusting his bow tie so it would stop strangling him. He
spotted Trowa and Quatre several rows up; heads bent together talking while
everyone waited for those doors to open.
The organist was playing a quiet melody as the bridesmaids
and flower girls came down the aisle dressed in pastel blue dresses. Duo smiled
at the sight of the adorable little girls, pigtails tied with blue curling
ribbons, as they walked past them slowly, dropping rose petals.
As the wedding party settled in front of the wide steps,
the music changed to the familiar wedding march. The guests stood, all turning
to see the doors open.
Lady Une stood at the open doors, her beautiful dress
flowing about her like some fairytale gown. Heero Yuy looked dapper in a black
tuxedo standing at her side.
“I can’t believe he got suckered into walking her down
the aisle.” Duo snickered lightly in his lover’s ear.
“It could have been worse. He could actually be the one
marrying her.” Duo had to bite back the snort of amusement before they caused
a scene. Nope, they weren’t going to spoil Une’s special day, no way, no
how!
Wufei laced his fingers through his lover's as soon as the
priest told the guests to be seated. The Archbishop wove words of love, and
souls being united as one. Duo’s hand giving Wufei’s a squeeze, getting his
Chinese partner’s attention.
As the vows were spoken, Duo repeated them quietly,
whispering them into Wufei's ear, substituting his own words for those of the
priest.
“Always faithful to my man stud. Love you if you’re
snot-nosed and puking. Love you when we’re too old it get it up. I promise to
always be there for you, now and forever.”
He was committing himself in Maxwell style to his lover
under the white and baby blue bunting of the cathedral.
The Chinese man acknowledged the words with a twinkle in
his dark eyes. Yes, their day was coming. The day that they would recite their
own vows to one another; the day that they would promise to each other their
never-ending love, devotion, and faithfulness. He would ask his lover for his
hand in marriage at the reception party in front of their friends and loved
ones.
“Are you crying, Duo?”
The braided man looked away, hiding the mist that clouded
his blue eyes. “Nope, just my allergies.”