PoT: Mizuki and Yuuta's Wedding 4 of 4
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, Parody, Romance
Pairings: Yuuta/Mizuki, many other minor, one-sided, or implied pairings
Summary: It's the event of the century and everyone's invited... and I do mean everyone. (<- was true at the time. Really everyone up to Johsei.... Rokkaku name-dropping at the end).
Mizuki and Yuuta's Wedding
Part 4: Conclusion
Fuji studied his brother surreptitiously, secretly wondering if he had gone too far. There was a very fine line between teasing and torture and although Yuuta might think otherwise, his sadism didn't extend to amusement at Yuuta's pain. Discomfort, yes. Embarrassment, definitely. But not the downright unhappiness Yuuta was displaying.
Currently, Yuuta was slouched down as low as possible in the passenger seat of his car while still restrained by the seatbelt, arms folded defiantly over his chest and struggling to keep a stoic expression on his face.
Toying with the keys to the car, Fuji tried to decide what the best course of action was. He would be lying if he said he wasn't glad about the new development. He honestly thought that Mizuki wasn't good enough to lick Yuuta's shoes. Granted, it would be a cold day in Hell before he thought anyone good enough for his baby brother, but Mizuki was unacceptably bad.
Mizuki had always been an arrogant jerk who put himself ahead of everyone, a hedonist who acted as if he was God's gift to semes and hit on anything in pants. Or shorts, as was often the case. He was shameless in his flirtations, even coming onto Fuji the few times they had run into each other despite Fuji's radiating waves of hatred. Given the chance, Fuji was positive that Mizuki would have gladly leapt into bed with him, and with half the tennis team as well if he hadn't already.
The fact that he seemed content with Yuuta now didn't change Fuji's opinion. Fuji knew his type too well; he had seen them often enough in the course of his job. They were the ones who grew bored quickly after the honeymoon phase was over and inevitably cheated on their spouses for a little excitement in their lives. They were the ones who filed for divorces and callously broke their lovers' hearts, and damned if Fuji was going to let that happen to Yuuta.
If only Fuji had known the two were together from the start, he could have nipped the problem in the bud and prevented something like this from even happening. But his stubborn brother had decided to hide it from him until a week ago and now, he was hurt because of his misguided affections.
Fuji hadn't seen Yuuta cry since they were little kids, but Yuuta looked on the verge of angry tears now. The constant blinking, the hard swallows of the throat... the telltale signs were there for Fuji, adept at reading his brother's body language out of sheer necessity, to interpret.
Yuuta probably wouldn't appreciate him bringing out a handkerchief to scrub at his face so the only option was talking it out.
So what to say? The guy's a bucket of slime? It's not your fault? You'll find someone better? I told you so?
"I'm such an idiot."
Fuji made no response, a little startled that his brother had chosen to speak first.
Yuuta let out a strangled noise. "Really, what was I thinking?" he moaned, clapping a hand over his forehead before sliding it upward to smooth back his short hair. "I should know better than to get jealous."
Nodding, he continued talking, more to himself than his brother. "I know he was a bit wild during our school days - after all, I did my fair share of lookout duty to make sure he wasn't caught - but it's different with us. We've been together for so long now and we really do love each other - he's never given me reason to doubt that. If he wanted someone else, he wouldn't still be with me," he reasoned, now drumming his fingers along the dashboard as he arrived at the inevitable conclusion. "It was wrong not to trust him."
Had he been in any less control of himself, Fuji would have bitten out something sarcastic, along the lines that no one but Yuuta could tolerate Mizuki for longer than it took to fuck him. But Fuji Syusuke was anything but crude so he let the impulse slide.
"So you're going to forgive him?" he asked instead, his dubious tone implying that he did not think this was a good idea.
"There's nothing to forgive," Yuuta said firmly. "At least not from this side."
Mizuki was sure to make him grovel a bit, following up with tickle torture with the feather and sticky bondage fun with the chocolate syrup, all designed to frustrate the living daylights out of Yuuta as punishment, but the make-up sex would definitely be worth it.
The last time they had gotten into an argument - something about Yuuta not wanting to wear a pastel pink yukata with floral designs to match Mizuki's lovely lavender one - they had ended up having sex in every single room and closet in the house and setting a new record for how many times they could do it in one day.
If Yuuta didn't know any better, he'd think Mizuki deliberately blew things out of proportion just so he could guilt Yuuta into agreeing to do certain things he normally wouldn't. Not that he regretted it afterwards; he never would have thought those naughty things Mizuki suggested could feel so good.
Blushing at those explicit, censor-worthy memories, Yuuta asked, "Can you take me home, aniki? I have to talk to Hajime."
"I thought he told you not to come home," Fuji reminded, not making a move to start the engine.
"Oh, he always says things he doesn't mean," Yuuta explained. "I think he'd be even more mad if I actually listened to him and didn't try to apologize."
Fuji decided to make a temporary retreat. Trying to dissuade Yuuta would only irritate him and possibly make him even more determined to get back with Mizuki. There was always the slim chance that Mizuki would act like a prick and not take Yuuta back, although Fuji didn't believe that for a second. How could anyone resist his cute little brother with his puppy-dog eyes?
"Let's tell Oishi and Eiji that we're leaving then."
They made their way back to the house, ignoring the guests running around in the streets. Yuuta had to lift a brow, however, when they stepped through the open doorway and found Eiji dragging an unconscious Oishi by the ankles over to the stairway.
"Fuji!!" Eiji dropped Oishi's feet and ran over to them, wringing his hands desolately. "It's an emergency nya!"
Peering around the hyper red-head, Yuuta could see a few more collapsed bodies in the disaster of a living room and wondered what could have happened in the few minutes since he had left the house.
"...and then the brawl between the two hot-heads and the 'BURNING' mode and the tennis ball flying...and the fishies... oh God the fishies! Syuichiroh loved those things!!" Eiji was blubbering. "What am I going to do nya? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!" Eiji shook Fuji by the collar, as if he expected the smiling man to have all the answers.
"Eiji, it was a lovely party. Thank you for inviting me," Fuji said politely once his brain rattled back into place.
"Don't think you can ditch me!" Eiji pointed an accusing finger at his former teammate. "You're staying to help fix this." He turned on Yuuta. "You, too!"
Leaving Oishi half on the stairs in what looked to be a highly uncomfortable position, Eiji marched into the living room, towing Fuji behind him. Not having much choice, Yuuta sighed and followed.
The damage looked even worse up close. Eiji wasted no time in assigning the lingerers to various duties, yelling at the slackers as they moaned unintelligibly and flopped their arms in weak attempts to get up.
"Kaidoh! You're such a bum!!" Eiji berated, after several jabs in the ribs with a racket failed to elicit a response.
"Maa, he just wasn't lucky in drinking that juice," Sengoku hummed cheerfully as he righted a vase that had tipped over. "And neither was Kita-kun," he noted, stepping over his fallen teammate.
"Kikumaru, you're out of paper towels," Tachibana informed him, holding a dripping wad of used paper towels in one hand.
"Go get some regular towels from the bathroom, then! Mou! Do I have to do everything around here?" Eiji huffed.
Kajimoto moved around silently, picking up trash and depositing it into the 5-gallon plastic trash bag Akazawa was listlessly dragging about. Tezuka just as silently moved into the kitchen with an armful of dishware to be washed.
Atobe cracked open an eye from where he was lying on the sofa and snickered at how all the commoners were being made to do house chores. How degrading, to be forced into maid duties!
"You, Hyotei! You have to clean, too!" Eiji snapped, noticing his inactivity.
"Ore-sama does not clean," Atobe told him smugly, buffing his fingernails against his coat. "It's beneath someone as great as ore-sama to pick up after anyone else. Na, Kabaji?"
"Usu."
"Yes, you will or I won't pay you!" Eiji threatened.
Atobe looked bored. "I already made more in tips tonight than you probably make in six months."
"Atobe-san, it's only the right thing to do," Choutaroh spoke up on Eiji's behalf. He felt horribly guilty about having killed the fish, even though it hadn't really been his fault. He looked back down at the dead slimy bodies, thinking that he should preserve them in the freezer so that Oishi could do with them as he wished later on. "We all contributed in making the mess so we should pitch in."
"Yeah," Shishido glared. If he had to help clean, so did Atobe. "If you don't, I'm going to tell everyone how you REALLY ended up with the dislocated hip that summer."
There was a brief silence during which time all eyes flew to Atobe. "Fine," he said grudgingly as he got up. "What do I have to do?"
"You can... hm..." Eiji looked around. Most of the jobs were already taken. "Oh, I know! You can clean the toilet!"
Atobe wrinkled his nose in distaste. "You want me to what?"
"Clean the toilet," Eiji repeated slowly, as if to a child. "Hiyoshi made a mess when he was sick in it... on it... around it... well, you'll see."
Giving Atobe a friendly shove in the right direction, he chirped, "You'll find the toilet brush and sanitizer under the sink. You'll definitely need them."
"Toilet... brush..." Atobe muttered, as if in a trance. "Ore-sama... cleaning up someone's vomit?" Shaking off his shock, he did the most logical thing a person with his very own lackey would do. "Come, Kabaji. I'll direct you while you clean."
"Usu." Kabaji followed after him docilely.
They had been cleaning for about an hour when Yuuta's cellphone went off. Considering the time, he didn't think anyone would be calling except for Mizuki, but the number was unfamiliar.
"Hello?"
"Yuuta! Save me!"
It was Mizuki, sounding quite panicked and breathless.
"Hajime, what's wrong?" Yuuta stopped scrubbing at a particularly stubborn juice stain on the sofa and sat back, cupping the receiver to his ear with both hands.
There was a pause and then Mizuki burst out with, "They're going to eat me alive! I'm too pretty for jail, damnit!"
"Whoa, whoa back up. You're in jail?" Yuuta asked incredulously.
"For drunk driving," Mizuki admitted, which caused Yuuta to start exclaiming and asking whether he had been hurt.
"I didn't hit anything... there was nothing on the road to hit! But you're missing the point! The men in here are already staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. You have to save me!" Mizuki wailed. "I don't want to become anyone's bitch! Mizuki Hajime is no one's bitch! Well, except maybe yours but there won't be any ass to own if you don't rescue me NOW!"
"Just hang on, I'll be there right away." Yuuta soothed him and groped around for something to write down the necessary information. His hands found a napkin that wasn't too soiled and a marker.
"Come quickly," Mizuki said tearfully. "I love you."
"I'm already on my way, sweetie, don't worry," Yuuta promised, expression softening. "And I love you, too."
He looked up to see his brother hovering, apparently having listened in on his half of the conversation. "Mizuki?"
"Yeah. Looks like I have to go bail him out," Yuuta said fondly, getting to his feet. "Think you can give me a lift to the local police station?"
Fuji nodded. "Let's ask Tezuka to come with us. I have a feeling he owes Mizuki a favor... for past services rendered," he added with a wry smile.
Yuuta stared at him for a second. "I'm not even going to ask," he muttered, shaking his head.
-----
The way Mizuki sounded on the phone, Yuuta had expected to find him cowering with fright in one corner of the holding cell as a bunch of hard, toughened criminals hovered over him with lecherous grins. But no, Mizuki was sitting on the bench, legs crossed and finger twirling around a lock of hair as he doled out beauty advice to his fellow inmates.
"The key is to exfoliate before you sleep," Mizuki was saying empathetically. "I can't stress this enough. Pores need to breathe."
One particularly big, tattooed guy with multiple body piercings and arms the size of Mizuki's thighs, spoke up hesitantly. "But my skin tends to dry out and flake," he ventured. "So I don't like to wash more than once a day."
"Do you use ordinary bar soap?"
A nod.
Mizuki tsked. "That's your problem right there. You need to splurge a bit if you want a beautiful complexion like mine." He patted his smooth, white cheek to illustrate. "Now, you have several choices when it comes to liquid cleansers. You have to pay attention to the specifics so that it matches your skin type. I personally recommend..." The men nodded worshipfully as Mizuki launched into a spiel about different brands, enlightening them to the error of their previous bar soap ways.
Fuji turned to Yuuta. "It looks like he's having fun. Maybe we should let him stay here until morning."
Yuuta shot him a dirty look. "That's not funny, aniki."
"But he's made so many new friends," Fuji teased.
Tezuka finished talking to the underling with the keys and signing release forms. He apparently felt he owed Mizuki a great deal, because he pulled quite a bit of strings and got the DUI charge dropped.
"You, pretty boy." The jailer beckoned to Mizuki. "You're free to go."
Mizuki jumped to his feet upon seeing his group of rescuers and threw himself at Yuuta exuberantly.
"Yuuta!" he cried happily, soundly kissing the taller man and blatantly feeling him up as if they'd been separated for months, not mere hours. "I -kiss- thought -kiss- I'd -kiss- never -kiss- get -kiss- to -kiss- see -kiss- you -kiss- again."
Yuuta lost himself in the last extended kiss, barely noticing the hooting around them. It seemed that Mizuki, with his short-term memory for anything personally distasteful, had forgotten all about being mad at him. Yuuta decided not to question his luck and let it pass.
"Are you okay?" he asked tenderly when they finally broke for breath, still holding onto each other tightly.
"Mm." Mizuki nodded. "Now that you're here anyway."
"You can pick up your car at the impound lot." Tezuka handed Fuji the release slip, since neither Mizuki nor Yuuta had any free hands to spare.
"Can you just take us home?" Yuuta asked his brother. "I can catch a cab there tomorrow. It's late and I think it's better if we just get to bed."
"Oh most definitely," Mizuki purred in a sultry tone, quick to catch any sexual innuendo, intended or not. He looked at his lover with his best bedroom eyes, midnight blue eyes growing hazy and liquid with desire.
"Hajime." Yuuta blushed.
It was just too cute for words. Even Fuji had to admit that. The two complemented each other perfectly, Yuuta with his need to protect and please and Mizuki with his need for attention and pampering. They sat together in the backseat on the way home, making a pretty picture despite their rumpled state and the fact that their borrowed clothes were too tight on Yuuta and too baggy on Mizuki. Yuuta curled an arm protectively around Mizuki, who in turn cuddled up against him and made contented little 'nfu' sounds.
Maybe it could work out after all, Fuji relented. And if not, well, he had connections. He could always hire thugs to break Mizuki's kneecaps.
-----
"Nande? Why is that guy wearing a dress?"
"He's the flower girl," Saeki answered patiently.
"Ahh... I never saw a man be a flower girl before," Itsuki marveled, before another sight caught his attention. "Nande? Why's that guy so springy? Nande? Nande?"
Gakuto was doing impressive one- and no-handed flips and cartwheels in the grass, coming to a stop right in front of an unimpressed Kajimoto. "Hah! Try to top that!" he cried triumphantly, palms slightly muddied from the exercise.
Kajimoto gave him a confused look. The guy had been following him ever since the bachelor party two days ago and trying to provoke him at every turn. He wasn't sure what he had done to earn the red-head's wrath but it was getting mighty tiring.
"Anou... I think I should get seated," he tried the tactful approach.
"Coward! Don't run from a fight!"
"Fight?" Kajimoto repeated blankly. "We're fighting?"
"You're not even a cute red-head," Gakuto scoffed, following Kajimoto over to his seat. "You think you're so great with your 'I can bend backward and almost touch the ground' thing. Well how useful is that when you're a stuffy old seme, anyway?" he pestered his new-found rival.
Oshitari followed behind the two, keeping a close eye on Gakuto. He didn't mind Gakuto getting all fired up over Eiji... after all they were both ukes and Eiji was already taken. But he had to make sure Kajimoto wouldn't try to steal what was rightfully his.
Wakato joined Kajimoto, looping his arms around the brown-haired man and landing a kiss on his cheek. The paparazzi that constantly hounded the popular actor gasped and snapped pictures. The ones that followed Oshitari also cashed in on the photo opportunity.
Well, it didn't really count when one acted gay for attention. Oshitari decided he still needed to keep tabs and slid into the seat next to Gakuto, who was now heckling Kajimoto about his choice in accessories.
"They're too loud," Shinji made his observation as he finished placing the last flower arrangement.
"I guess."
Shinji looked slightly annoyed at Ryoma's lack of enthusiasm. "Ano saa. You're supposed to be my new best friend. That means you're supposed to back me up no matter what I say. And I say they're too loud. Ah, maybe you're got a hearing problem. If so, that was thoughtless of me to say anything. Yes, I'm such a terrible best friend..." Shinji mourned.
"Echizen-kun!"
Ryoma flinched at the loud, cheerful voice that came right in his ear.
"Yahhh... it's been so long!" Aoi Kentaro enthused, taking his hands and bobbing them up and down. "How are you doing?"
Shinji frowned. "You there, I didn't give you permission to talk to my best friend. I was here first. I have the right to talk to him as long as I want. Che. How rude, some people. Butting into people's conversations. I'll crush you."
"Ahh... I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were talking to him!" Kentaro apologized with a hearty chuckle, rubbing the back of his head with one hand as he bowed repeatedly. "You were kind of mumbling off at the side!"
Ryoma glanced around for something to save him from the two. Kisarazu Atsushi and Ryoh were talking to Tanaka Youhei and Kouhei, probably discussing twin-ish things like how having two sets of wardrobe was useless when both sets of clothes were identical. Ann was towing Kamio over to where Momoshiro was, waving her raised arm in greeting. Bane was kicking Davide for a stupid joke and blaming him for being the reason Rokkaku hadn't been invited to the bachelor party while Oishi assured them that it had been because of overcrowding and fire regulations.
Bor-ing. Then, Ryoma saw her. His eyes nearly bugged out as they landed on a beautiful young lady with long mahogany hair, dressed in a skimpy sundress that showed off a lovely figure and well-shaped legs.
A D-cup, at least, Ryoma assessed. Slim waist, nice hips. A complete vision. And she was heading his way.
"Hello, Ryoma-kun," she said shyly.
And she knew his name, somehow.
"Uh..." He should check her face to try to place her but his eyes just wouldn't leave her chest area.
"Don't mind Ecchi-kun," Sengoku said easily as he slipped an arm around the girl's waist. "He's not used to having beautiful ladies talk to him without calling him a hentai."
"Che, how about you, Sengoku-senpai," Ryoma blustered, regaining his wits at the friendly ribbing. "You're the one who had a restraining order placed because you were stalking some girl."
"Maa, let's not talk about that," Sengoku laughed nervously. "It brings bad luck to talk about the past."
"Ahh..." Ryuzaki Sakuno blinked, a bit bewildered as Sengoku quickly started to lead her away. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, Ryoma-kun," she called over her shoulder.
"...and another thing, you're too cheerful. It makes me irritated... and kind of angry..."
"Yaaahhh! Am I really that cheerful?!"
Ryoma sighed. He wanted this to be over with already.
-----
Mizuki was preening in front of the mirror as Shishido helped him with the makeup. It wasn't like he needed any enhancement for his natural beauty but he wanted to make sure that beauty shone through in the photos.
"Now, don't make me look like some cheap whore, Shishido-kun," he warned.
Shishido stepped back a bit and examined his work thus far. "How about high-class prostitute?" he snorted sarcastically, still a bit peeved that he had been selected for the task. Why did everyone assume he'd be knowledgeable about make-up anyway? They should have asked Oshitari, if anything.
"That'll work."
Mizuki smoothed down the folds of his dress, beaming. Everything was happening perfectly as planned. The weather was perfect, sunny and clear without being hot or humid, he was having a particularly good hair day, and his mother had even thought to bring down her old wedding dress the day before for him to wear!
He had almost squealed when he had seen it and actually did after he first saw himself in it after alterations had been made. The voluminous skirts were made of airy fabric that seemed to float around him, with tiny rows of beads sewn on that flashed as they caught and reflected the light. The blinding white contrasted nicely with his dark hair and eyes, and the round scoop collar drew attention to the graceful lines of his neck, shoulders and collarbones. Much more flattering than a boring tux, although he was sure Yuuta would look absolutely delectable in his.
"We're almost ready to start, nya," Eiji skipped in, the short skirt of his pink summer frock that made up his flower girl outfit flipping up with each hop. He was followed by Oishi and Akazawa, both looking rather sharp in their tuxes.
"Ah, buchou, I have something for you," Mizuki said, picking up an extremely thick leatherbound notebook and handing it to Akazawa.
"Nani? What's that?" Eiji peered over Akazawa's shoulder.
"It's my much-treasured black book," Mizuki explained. "Filled with information of all the guys I slept with: ratings, preferred positions, kinks, size, stamina, the details. I no longer have a use for it but I figured buchou might."
"Wow! I knew you liked data, but you actually kept record of something like that?" Eiji exclaimed in awe, plucking the notebook out of Akazawa's hands and flipping through the pages. "Hey, look!" He stopped and jabbed at one of the entries excitedly. "You should go for him, Akazawa! This guy's a ten. 100 percent seme, likes it hard and fast, kinks: bondage, master/slave roleplay, light BDSM..."
"Who is he?" Shishido asked, interest piqued.
"Eto... let's see..." Eiji sought out the kanji that made up the name. "Sakaki Taro."
"Sakaki...? As in kantoku?" Shishido recoiled in disgust, staring at Mizuki as if he was the lowest lifeform on Earth. There had to be at least a 20-year age difference. Probably closer to 30. "You sick bastard."
Mizuki scoffed. "Oh like none of you Hyotei boys joined his team with the hopes of getting a congratulatory slap on the ass."
"No! We didn't!" Shishido paused, thinking of the way some of the others had stared after the elegant man with lust and reverence in their eyes. "Well, I didn't."
"Let's see if there's anyone else we know!" Eiji flipped through the pages once more.
"Eiji!" Oishi scolded his lover, trying to close the book. "That's private."
"Eh? But Akazawa doesn't mind if I take a peek, ne, Akazawa?" He didn't wait for an answer as he plunged on, "Why don't you want me to look?"
"It's just not right," Oishi insisted.
Eiji paused momentarily at the rebuke, but then his eyes grew wide. "Unnyaa! You're in here, aren't you?" he pounded the pages for emphasis as Oishi sweatdropped. "Why would you do such a thing? That's so mean!"
"Eiji..."
"Was it because I chucked that orange sweater your mom gave you into the lake? It was really hideous nya!"
"No! I would never--" Oishi paused, processing Eiji's words. "Wait, that was you? You said that Momoshiro did that. By accident."
"Oh... hehe... so I did." Eiji backed out slowly. "Well, I better check on... um... things... yes... things... now." He tossed the notebook to Akazawa and zipped out of there in a hurry.
"That Eiji," Oishi sighed.
Mizuki shrugged nonchalantly. "You married him."
"Yeah, so I did." An affectionate smile graced Oishi's lips. "Congratulations, by the way," he said sincerely. "I know you and Yuuta will be happy together."
"Of course. We're perfect together, you know," Mizuki said truthfully, stilling so that Shishido could fix the veil to his hair.
-----
"You know this isn't legally binding, right?" Nomura asked, tugging at the collar of his priestly garb. "And even if it was, the church wouldn't recognize it."
"Just make it as official as you can make it," Yuuta replied easily. "We really appreciate you doing this, by the way."
Nomura smiled beatifically. "It's no problem. You're both my friends and love shouldn't be restricted by gender in the first place."
"Nomura-kun," Yanagisawa poked his head in. "We're ready to start da ne!"
"I'll see you out there."
Fuji extracted an envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket and held it out to Yuuta.
"What is this?" Yuuta asked curiously.
"The oshugi," Fuji responded with a smile.
Opening the flap, Yuuta did indeed see a stack of money. But also nestled in there was a business card for Fuji Syusuke, divorce attorney.
Yuuta twitched. "If this wasn't the happiest day of my life, I would hit you."
"It's just a joke," Fuji laughed, patting his brother on the shoulder. Then a bit more seriously, "I really do wish you all the best."
Yuuta looked at him distrustfully. There had to be a catch.
"Just think how fun our family reunions will be," Fuji continued cheerfully. "I'm sure Mizuki and I will find some common ground, since we both adore you so. We can swap stories about your most humiliating moments." He tapped his chin, considering. "I wonder if he heard of the time you grabbed onto that stranger in the supermarket and called her mommy."
"Baka aniki!" Yuuta turned beet red. "You better not tell him anything!"
"But you were so cute, thinking you'd been abandoned!"
Yuuta could see it now, his brother telling his husband about all those embarrassing childhood incidents and his husband recounting stories about blundered flirtation attempts on his crushes during adolescence, not to mention that awful, awful stripper incident, which, no thanks to his brother, was no longer the only awful stripper incident in his life. He definitely had to keep the two apart.
-----
The wedding was a beautiful affair. Taichi was absolutely adorable as the ringbearer, wearing a white headband to match his all-white outfit. Eiji kept his fidgeting to a minimum. Fuji didn't execute any assassination or abduction plots, and Akazawa managed to keep from crying until the vows were exchanged and everyone had moved on to the location of the reception.
"Oh, Hajime, you look so beautiful," Yumiko gushed, fawning all over the dark-haired man as always. She wasn't sure about her brother Syusuke's sexual orientation but figured Mizuki was the closest thing she'd get to a sister. "May I have a kiss from the bride?"
Mizuki nodded, a bit overwhelmed by the feminine attention but pleased as well by the display of affection from his new family.
Instead of kissing him chastely on the cheek as everyone else had done, Yumiko planted a long smooch on the lips.
"Neesan!" Yuuta cried, shocked.
"You're both gay. It's not like it's cheating," she said flippantly, smoothing back her hair.
"Still," Yuuta grumped, a bit put out. His older siblings were both so evil!
Fuji tilted his head and studied Mizuki, who was looking uncharacteristically flustered and... embarrassed? Right. With his all-boys' school upbringing and preference for exclusively male company, this was probably the first time he'd been touched by a girl who wasn't related by blood.
"I haven't gotten a kiss either," Fuji remarked and before anyone could react, he had pressed forward and was kissing Mizuki.
It was the most stunning sight Yuuta had ever seen. His brother, who had always loathed Mizuki, was now swapping spit with him, slipping in tongue action that was quite unnecessary. All the other guests similarly gawked, until long after Fuji had released the dark-haired man.
"Thank you, Mizuki."
"Ah... you're welcome..." Mizuki managed to say.
Shaking off his paralysis, Yuuta pulled Mizuki to him possessively. "If everyone can keep their hands and lips off my br-- husband now," he growled.
Mizuki chuckled, a low, sexy sound that Yuuta never got tired of hearing. "Don't be so jealous, Yuuta-kun," he purred. "I'm yours alone, you know that."
"Damn straight." Rather ironic statement, but it was even more ironic that Yuuta, who was currently wearing the literal pants in the relationship, was taking on Mizuki's name instead of the other way around. Mizuki Yuuta... it had a nice ring to it.
Fuji smiled as the newlyweds kissed, tapping his bottom lip thoughtfully.
"Yuuta."
"What is it?" Yuuta's eyes remained trained on Mizuki.
"You realize... we just shared an indirect kiss."
Yuuta facefaulted. How was he supposed to perform during the honeymoon with that thought on his mind?
"Don't worry, Yuuta-kun." Mizuki tiptoed up and murmured throatily in his ear, "There's plenty of other places your brother's mouth has never been."
"God, does your mind ever get out of the gutter?"
"Never." Mizuki winked, pinching Yuuta's behind. "Besides, you know you like it when I talk dirty."
"As much as I like you using your mouth for various other things," Yuuta agreed. "Let's get the hell out of here and start our honeymoon."
-----
After the cutting of the cake and the throwing of the bouquet - during which Gakuto clawed his way to the front and got involved in several cat-fights with the other singles to prove his superiority in athletic endeavors - the newlyweds left and most of the guests broke off into small groups to chat in the darkening light.
"I just love happy endings," Oishi sniffed, a bit teary-eyed.
"Another successful wedding, planned by yours truly!" Eiji snuggled up against him, purring like a kitten. "Ne, Syuichiroh?"
"Yes, dear?"
"What do you think of Ohtori-Shishido pair?"
"What?" Oishi blinked.
"For my next job nya. I sensed strong love-love vibes between them." Eiji rubbed his hands together, plotting. "With the right push, I'm sure I can have them hitched by the end of the year."
Oishi rubbed at his temple, a headache coming on as he remembered their ruined home. They probably lost more in damages than Eiji earned with every job.
"What, no good? How about Oshitari-Mukahi? Fuji-Taka? Tachibana-Tezuka? Akazawa-Kaneda? Akutsu-Taichi? Inui-Kaidoh? Ibu-Echizen? Kajimoto-Wakato? Atobe-Kabaji? Horio-Katsuo?" Eiji ticked off in rapid succession. He pounded a fist on the flat of his palm. "Ah! I know! Inui-Arai! Or Fuji-Kaidoh! O-oi! Syuichiroh! Where are you going? Wait up! Mou..."
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The End
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Speculation about future jobs changed from reunion setting to wedding because I obsessed over Mizuki but found zero Yuuta/Mizuki fics to read. Despite erratic pacing and a few scenes that gave me headaches in rewriting, I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out. There were a few ideas I had to drop because it fit awkwardly: Jiroh mistaking Gakuto as the stripper, Oishi as a male nurse, and a side-romance with Taka helping Fuji come to terms with the wedding to name a few.
Briefly contemplated writing sequels to include Rikkai and other teams that came up later in the series (Shishido and Ohtori's Wedding? Or more likely, Mizuki and Yuuta's Divorce... followed by Mizuki and Yuuta's Reconciliation XDD). But frankly, I'm surprised I managed to even finish this monster. Just shows how motivated I was to contribute something to the Yuuta/Mizuki fandom. ♥
Personal favorite scene is probably the one with Jiroh, just for the randomness and WTF factor. XD
posted on Fanfiction.net [October 28, 2003]
Genre: Humor, Parody, Romance
Pairings: Yuuta/Mizuki, many other minor, one-sided, or implied pairings
Summary: It's the event of the century and everyone's invited... and I do mean everyone. (<- was true at the time. Really everyone up to Johsei.... Rokkaku name-dropping at the end).
Mizuki and Yuuta's Wedding
Part 4: Conclusion
Fuji studied his brother surreptitiously, secretly wondering if he had gone too far. There was a very fine line between teasing and torture and although Yuuta might think otherwise, his sadism didn't extend to amusement at Yuuta's pain. Discomfort, yes. Embarrassment, definitely. But not the downright unhappiness Yuuta was displaying.
Currently, Yuuta was slouched down as low as possible in the passenger seat of his car while still restrained by the seatbelt, arms folded defiantly over his chest and struggling to keep a stoic expression on his face.
Toying with the keys to the car, Fuji tried to decide what the best course of action was. He would be lying if he said he wasn't glad about the new development. He honestly thought that Mizuki wasn't good enough to lick Yuuta's shoes. Granted, it would be a cold day in Hell before he thought anyone good enough for his baby brother, but Mizuki was unacceptably bad.
Mizuki had always been an arrogant jerk who put himself ahead of everyone, a hedonist who acted as if he was God's gift to semes and hit on anything in pants. Or shorts, as was often the case. He was shameless in his flirtations, even coming onto Fuji the few times they had run into each other despite Fuji's radiating waves of hatred. Given the chance, Fuji was positive that Mizuki would have gladly leapt into bed with him, and with half the tennis team as well if he hadn't already.
The fact that he seemed content with Yuuta now didn't change Fuji's opinion. Fuji knew his type too well; he had seen them often enough in the course of his job. They were the ones who grew bored quickly after the honeymoon phase was over and inevitably cheated on their spouses for a little excitement in their lives. They were the ones who filed for divorces and callously broke their lovers' hearts, and damned if Fuji was going to let that happen to Yuuta.
If only Fuji had known the two were together from the start, he could have nipped the problem in the bud and prevented something like this from even happening. But his stubborn brother had decided to hide it from him until a week ago and now, he was hurt because of his misguided affections.
Fuji hadn't seen Yuuta cry since they were little kids, but Yuuta looked on the verge of angry tears now. The constant blinking, the hard swallows of the throat... the telltale signs were there for Fuji, adept at reading his brother's body language out of sheer necessity, to interpret.
Yuuta probably wouldn't appreciate him bringing out a handkerchief to scrub at his face so the only option was talking it out.
So what to say? The guy's a bucket of slime? It's not your fault? You'll find someone better? I told you so?
"I'm such an idiot."
Fuji made no response, a little startled that his brother had chosen to speak first.
Yuuta let out a strangled noise. "Really, what was I thinking?" he moaned, clapping a hand over his forehead before sliding it upward to smooth back his short hair. "I should know better than to get jealous."
Nodding, he continued talking, more to himself than his brother. "I know he was a bit wild during our school days - after all, I did my fair share of lookout duty to make sure he wasn't caught - but it's different with us. We've been together for so long now and we really do love each other - he's never given me reason to doubt that. If he wanted someone else, he wouldn't still be with me," he reasoned, now drumming his fingers along the dashboard as he arrived at the inevitable conclusion. "It was wrong not to trust him."
Had he been in any less control of himself, Fuji would have bitten out something sarcastic, along the lines that no one but Yuuta could tolerate Mizuki for longer than it took to fuck him. But Fuji Syusuke was anything but crude so he let the impulse slide.
"So you're going to forgive him?" he asked instead, his dubious tone implying that he did not think this was a good idea.
"There's nothing to forgive," Yuuta said firmly. "At least not from this side."
Mizuki was sure to make him grovel a bit, following up with tickle torture with the feather and sticky bondage fun with the chocolate syrup, all designed to frustrate the living daylights out of Yuuta as punishment, but the make-up sex would definitely be worth it.
The last time they had gotten into an argument - something about Yuuta not wanting to wear a pastel pink yukata with floral designs to match Mizuki's lovely lavender one - they had ended up having sex in every single room and closet in the house and setting a new record for how many times they could do it in one day.
If Yuuta didn't know any better, he'd think Mizuki deliberately blew things out of proportion just so he could guilt Yuuta into agreeing to do certain things he normally wouldn't. Not that he regretted it afterwards; he never would have thought those naughty things Mizuki suggested could feel so good.
Blushing at those explicit, censor-worthy memories, Yuuta asked, "Can you take me home, aniki? I have to talk to Hajime."
"I thought he told you not to come home," Fuji reminded, not making a move to start the engine.
"Oh, he always says things he doesn't mean," Yuuta explained. "I think he'd be even more mad if I actually listened to him and didn't try to apologize."
Fuji decided to make a temporary retreat. Trying to dissuade Yuuta would only irritate him and possibly make him even more determined to get back with Mizuki. There was always the slim chance that Mizuki would act like a prick and not take Yuuta back, although Fuji didn't believe that for a second. How could anyone resist his cute little brother with his puppy-dog eyes?
"Let's tell Oishi and Eiji that we're leaving then."
They made their way back to the house, ignoring the guests running around in the streets. Yuuta had to lift a brow, however, when they stepped through the open doorway and found Eiji dragging an unconscious Oishi by the ankles over to the stairway.
"Fuji!!" Eiji dropped Oishi's feet and ran over to them, wringing his hands desolately. "It's an emergency nya!"
Peering around the hyper red-head, Yuuta could see a few more collapsed bodies in the disaster of a living room and wondered what could have happened in the few minutes since he had left the house.
"...and then the brawl between the two hot-heads and the 'BURNING' mode and the tennis ball flying...and the fishies... oh God the fishies! Syuichiroh loved those things!!" Eiji was blubbering. "What am I going to do nya? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!" Eiji shook Fuji by the collar, as if he expected the smiling man to have all the answers.
"Eiji, it was a lovely party. Thank you for inviting me," Fuji said politely once his brain rattled back into place.
"Don't think you can ditch me!" Eiji pointed an accusing finger at his former teammate. "You're staying to help fix this." He turned on Yuuta. "You, too!"
Leaving Oishi half on the stairs in what looked to be a highly uncomfortable position, Eiji marched into the living room, towing Fuji behind him. Not having much choice, Yuuta sighed and followed.
The damage looked even worse up close. Eiji wasted no time in assigning the lingerers to various duties, yelling at the slackers as they moaned unintelligibly and flopped their arms in weak attempts to get up.
"Kaidoh! You're such a bum!!" Eiji berated, after several jabs in the ribs with a racket failed to elicit a response.
"Maa, he just wasn't lucky in drinking that juice," Sengoku hummed cheerfully as he righted a vase that had tipped over. "And neither was Kita-kun," he noted, stepping over his fallen teammate.
"Kikumaru, you're out of paper towels," Tachibana informed him, holding a dripping wad of used paper towels in one hand.
"Go get some regular towels from the bathroom, then! Mou! Do I have to do everything around here?" Eiji huffed.
Kajimoto moved around silently, picking up trash and depositing it into the 5-gallon plastic trash bag Akazawa was listlessly dragging about. Tezuka just as silently moved into the kitchen with an armful of dishware to be washed.
Atobe cracked open an eye from where he was lying on the sofa and snickered at how all the commoners were being made to do house chores. How degrading, to be forced into maid duties!
"You, Hyotei! You have to clean, too!" Eiji snapped, noticing his inactivity.
"Ore-sama does not clean," Atobe told him smugly, buffing his fingernails against his coat. "It's beneath someone as great as ore-sama to pick up after anyone else. Na, Kabaji?"
"Usu."
"Yes, you will or I won't pay you!" Eiji threatened.
Atobe looked bored. "I already made more in tips tonight than you probably make in six months."
"Atobe-san, it's only the right thing to do," Choutaroh spoke up on Eiji's behalf. He felt horribly guilty about having killed the fish, even though it hadn't really been his fault. He looked back down at the dead slimy bodies, thinking that he should preserve them in the freezer so that Oishi could do with them as he wished later on. "We all contributed in making the mess so we should pitch in."
"Yeah," Shishido glared. If he had to help clean, so did Atobe. "If you don't, I'm going to tell everyone how you REALLY ended up with the dislocated hip that summer."
There was a brief silence during which time all eyes flew to Atobe. "Fine," he said grudgingly as he got up. "What do I have to do?"
"You can... hm..." Eiji looked around. Most of the jobs were already taken. "Oh, I know! You can clean the toilet!"
Atobe wrinkled his nose in distaste. "You want me to what?"
"Clean the toilet," Eiji repeated slowly, as if to a child. "Hiyoshi made a mess when he was sick in it... on it... around it... well, you'll see."
Giving Atobe a friendly shove in the right direction, he chirped, "You'll find the toilet brush and sanitizer under the sink. You'll definitely need them."
"Toilet... brush..." Atobe muttered, as if in a trance. "Ore-sama... cleaning up someone's vomit?" Shaking off his shock, he did the most logical thing a person with his very own lackey would do. "Come, Kabaji. I'll direct you while you clean."
"Usu." Kabaji followed after him docilely.
They had been cleaning for about an hour when Yuuta's cellphone went off. Considering the time, he didn't think anyone would be calling except for Mizuki, but the number was unfamiliar.
"Hello?"
"Yuuta! Save me!"
It was Mizuki, sounding quite panicked and breathless.
"Hajime, what's wrong?" Yuuta stopped scrubbing at a particularly stubborn juice stain on the sofa and sat back, cupping the receiver to his ear with both hands.
There was a pause and then Mizuki burst out with, "They're going to eat me alive! I'm too pretty for jail, damnit!"
"Whoa, whoa back up. You're in jail?" Yuuta asked incredulously.
"For drunk driving," Mizuki admitted, which caused Yuuta to start exclaiming and asking whether he had been hurt.
"I didn't hit anything... there was nothing on the road to hit! But you're missing the point! The men in here are already staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. You have to save me!" Mizuki wailed. "I don't want to become anyone's bitch! Mizuki Hajime is no one's bitch! Well, except maybe yours but there won't be any ass to own if you don't rescue me NOW!"
"Just hang on, I'll be there right away." Yuuta soothed him and groped around for something to write down the necessary information. His hands found a napkin that wasn't too soiled and a marker.
"Come quickly," Mizuki said tearfully. "I love you."
"I'm already on my way, sweetie, don't worry," Yuuta promised, expression softening. "And I love you, too."
He looked up to see his brother hovering, apparently having listened in on his half of the conversation. "Mizuki?"
"Yeah. Looks like I have to go bail him out," Yuuta said fondly, getting to his feet. "Think you can give me a lift to the local police station?"
Fuji nodded. "Let's ask Tezuka to come with us. I have a feeling he owes Mizuki a favor... for past services rendered," he added with a wry smile.
Yuuta stared at him for a second. "I'm not even going to ask," he muttered, shaking his head.
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The way Mizuki sounded on the phone, Yuuta had expected to find him cowering with fright in one corner of the holding cell as a bunch of hard, toughened criminals hovered over him with lecherous grins. But no, Mizuki was sitting on the bench, legs crossed and finger twirling around a lock of hair as he doled out beauty advice to his fellow inmates.
"The key is to exfoliate before you sleep," Mizuki was saying empathetically. "I can't stress this enough. Pores need to breathe."
One particularly big, tattooed guy with multiple body piercings and arms the size of Mizuki's thighs, spoke up hesitantly. "But my skin tends to dry out and flake," he ventured. "So I don't like to wash more than once a day."
"Do you use ordinary bar soap?"
A nod.
Mizuki tsked. "That's your problem right there. You need to splurge a bit if you want a beautiful complexion like mine." He patted his smooth, white cheek to illustrate. "Now, you have several choices when it comes to liquid cleansers. You have to pay attention to the specifics so that it matches your skin type. I personally recommend..." The men nodded worshipfully as Mizuki launched into a spiel about different brands, enlightening them to the error of their previous bar soap ways.
Fuji turned to Yuuta. "It looks like he's having fun. Maybe we should let him stay here until morning."
Yuuta shot him a dirty look. "That's not funny, aniki."
"But he's made so many new friends," Fuji teased.
Tezuka finished talking to the underling with the keys and signing release forms. He apparently felt he owed Mizuki a great deal, because he pulled quite a bit of strings and got the DUI charge dropped.
"You, pretty boy." The jailer beckoned to Mizuki. "You're free to go."
Mizuki jumped to his feet upon seeing his group of rescuers and threw himself at Yuuta exuberantly.
"Yuuta!" he cried happily, soundly kissing the taller man and blatantly feeling him up as if they'd been separated for months, not mere hours. "I -kiss- thought -kiss- I'd -kiss- never -kiss- get -kiss- to -kiss- see -kiss- you -kiss- again."
Yuuta lost himself in the last extended kiss, barely noticing the hooting around them. It seemed that Mizuki, with his short-term memory for anything personally distasteful, had forgotten all about being mad at him. Yuuta decided not to question his luck and let it pass.
"Are you okay?" he asked tenderly when they finally broke for breath, still holding onto each other tightly.
"Mm." Mizuki nodded. "Now that you're here anyway."
"You can pick up your car at the impound lot." Tezuka handed Fuji the release slip, since neither Mizuki nor Yuuta had any free hands to spare.
"Can you just take us home?" Yuuta asked his brother. "I can catch a cab there tomorrow. It's late and I think it's better if we just get to bed."
"Oh most definitely," Mizuki purred in a sultry tone, quick to catch any sexual innuendo, intended or not. He looked at his lover with his best bedroom eyes, midnight blue eyes growing hazy and liquid with desire.
"Hajime." Yuuta blushed.
It was just too cute for words. Even Fuji had to admit that. The two complemented each other perfectly, Yuuta with his need to protect and please and Mizuki with his need for attention and pampering. They sat together in the backseat on the way home, making a pretty picture despite their rumpled state and the fact that their borrowed clothes were too tight on Yuuta and too baggy on Mizuki. Yuuta curled an arm protectively around Mizuki, who in turn cuddled up against him and made contented little 'nfu' sounds.
Maybe it could work out after all, Fuji relented. And if not, well, he had connections. He could always hire thugs to break Mizuki's kneecaps.
-----
"Nande? Why is that guy wearing a dress?"
"He's the flower girl," Saeki answered patiently.
"Ahh... I never saw a man be a flower girl before," Itsuki marveled, before another sight caught his attention. "Nande? Why's that guy so springy? Nande? Nande?"
Gakuto was doing impressive one- and no-handed flips and cartwheels in the grass, coming to a stop right in front of an unimpressed Kajimoto. "Hah! Try to top that!" he cried triumphantly, palms slightly muddied from the exercise.
Kajimoto gave him a confused look. The guy had been following him ever since the bachelor party two days ago and trying to provoke him at every turn. He wasn't sure what he had done to earn the red-head's wrath but it was getting mighty tiring.
"Anou... I think I should get seated," he tried the tactful approach.
"Coward! Don't run from a fight!"
"Fight?" Kajimoto repeated blankly. "We're fighting?"
"You're not even a cute red-head," Gakuto scoffed, following Kajimoto over to his seat. "You think you're so great with your 'I can bend backward and almost touch the ground' thing. Well how useful is that when you're a stuffy old seme, anyway?" he pestered his new-found rival.
Oshitari followed behind the two, keeping a close eye on Gakuto. He didn't mind Gakuto getting all fired up over Eiji... after all they were both ukes and Eiji was already taken. But he had to make sure Kajimoto wouldn't try to steal what was rightfully his.
Wakato joined Kajimoto, looping his arms around the brown-haired man and landing a kiss on his cheek. The paparazzi that constantly hounded the popular actor gasped and snapped pictures. The ones that followed Oshitari also cashed in on the photo opportunity.
Well, it didn't really count when one acted gay for attention. Oshitari decided he still needed to keep tabs and slid into the seat next to Gakuto, who was now heckling Kajimoto about his choice in accessories.
"They're too loud," Shinji made his observation as he finished placing the last flower arrangement.
"I guess."
Shinji looked slightly annoyed at Ryoma's lack of enthusiasm. "Ano saa. You're supposed to be my new best friend. That means you're supposed to back me up no matter what I say. And I say they're too loud. Ah, maybe you're got a hearing problem. If so, that was thoughtless of me to say anything. Yes, I'm such a terrible best friend..." Shinji mourned.
"Echizen-kun!"
Ryoma flinched at the loud, cheerful voice that came right in his ear.
"Yahhh... it's been so long!" Aoi Kentaro enthused, taking his hands and bobbing them up and down. "How are you doing?"
Shinji frowned. "You there, I didn't give you permission to talk to my best friend. I was here first. I have the right to talk to him as long as I want. Che. How rude, some people. Butting into people's conversations. I'll crush you."
"Ahh... I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were talking to him!" Kentaro apologized with a hearty chuckle, rubbing the back of his head with one hand as he bowed repeatedly. "You were kind of mumbling off at the side!"
Ryoma glanced around for something to save him from the two. Kisarazu Atsushi and Ryoh were talking to Tanaka Youhei and Kouhei, probably discussing twin-ish things like how having two sets of wardrobe was useless when both sets of clothes were identical. Ann was towing Kamio over to where Momoshiro was, waving her raised arm in greeting. Bane was kicking Davide for a stupid joke and blaming him for being the reason Rokkaku hadn't been invited to the bachelor party while Oishi assured them that it had been because of overcrowding and fire regulations.
Bor-ing. Then, Ryoma saw her. His eyes nearly bugged out as they landed on a beautiful young lady with long mahogany hair, dressed in a skimpy sundress that showed off a lovely figure and well-shaped legs.
A D-cup, at least, Ryoma assessed. Slim waist, nice hips. A complete vision. And she was heading his way.
"Hello, Ryoma-kun," she said shyly.
And she knew his name, somehow.
"Uh..." He should check her face to try to place her but his eyes just wouldn't leave her chest area.
"Don't mind Ecchi-kun," Sengoku said easily as he slipped an arm around the girl's waist. "He's not used to having beautiful ladies talk to him without calling him a hentai."
"Che, how about you, Sengoku-senpai," Ryoma blustered, regaining his wits at the friendly ribbing. "You're the one who had a restraining order placed because you were stalking some girl."
"Maa, let's not talk about that," Sengoku laughed nervously. "It brings bad luck to talk about the past."
"Ahh..." Ryuzaki Sakuno blinked, a bit bewildered as Sengoku quickly started to lead her away. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, Ryoma-kun," she called over her shoulder.
"...and another thing, you're too cheerful. It makes me irritated... and kind of angry..."
"Yaaahhh! Am I really that cheerful?!"
Ryoma sighed. He wanted this to be over with already.
-----
Mizuki was preening in front of the mirror as Shishido helped him with the makeup. It wasn't like he needed any enhancement for his natural beauty but he wanted to make sure that beauty shone through in the photos.
"Now, don't make me look like some cheap whore, Shishido-kun," he warned.
Shishido stepped back a bit and examined his work thus far. "How about high-class prostitute?" he snorted sarcastically, still a bit peeved that he had been selected for the task. Why did everyone assume he'd be knowledgeable about make-up anyway? They should have asked Oshitari, if anything.
"That'll work."
Mizuki smoothed down the folds of his dress, beaming. Everything was happening perfectly as planned. The weather was perfect, sunny and clear without being hot or humid, he was having a particularly good hair day, and his mother had even thought to bring down her old wedding dress the day before for him to wear!
He had almost squealed when he had seen it and actually did after he first saw himself in it after alterations had been made. The voluminous skirts were made of airy fabric that seemed to float around him, with tiny rows of beads sewn on that flashed as they caught and reflected the light. The blinding white contrasted nicely with his dark hair and eyes, and the round scoop collar drew attention to the graceful lines of his neck, shoulders and collarbones. Much more flattering than a boring tux, although he was sure Yuuta would look absolutely delectable in his.
"We're almost ready to start, nya," Eiji skipped in, the short skirt of his pink summer frock that made up his flower girl outfit flipping up with each hop. He was followed by Oishi and Akazawa, both looking rather sharp in their tuxes.
"Ah, buchou, I have something for you," Mizuki said, picking up an extremely thick leatherbound notebook and handing it to Akazawa.
"Nani? What's that?" Eiji peered over Akazawa's shoulder.
"It's my much-treasured black book," Mizuki explained. "Filled with information of all the guys I slept with: ratings, preferred positions, kinks, size, stamina, the details. I no longer have a use for it but I figured buchou might."
"Wow! I knew you liked data, but you actually kept record of something like that?" Eiji exclaimed in awe, plucking the notebook out of Akazawa's hands and flipping through the pages. "Hey, look!" He stopped and jabbed at one of the entries excitedly. "You should go for him, Akazawa! This guy's a ten. 100 percent seme, likes it hard and fast, kinks: bondage, master/slave roleplay, light BDSM..."
"Who is he?" Shishido asked, interest piqued.
"Eto... let's see..." Eiji sought out the kanji that made up the name. "Sakaki Taro."
"Sakaki...? As in kantoku?" Shishido recoiled in disgust, staring at Mizuki as if he was the lowest lifeform on Earth. There had to be at least a 20-year age difference. Probably closer to 30. "You sick bastard."
Mizuki scoffed. "Oh like none of you Hyotei boys joined his team with the hopes of getting a congratulatory slap on the ass."
"No! We didn't!" Shishido paused, thinking of the way some of the others had stared after the elegant man with lust and reverence in their eyes. "Well, I didn't."
"Let's see if there's anyone else we know!" Eiji flipped through the pages once more.
"Eiji!" Oishi scolded his lover, trying to close the book. "That's private."
"Eh? But Akazawa doesn't mind if I take a peek, ne, Akazawa?" He didn't wait for an answer as he plunged on, "Why don't you want me to look?"
"It's just not right," Oishi insisted.
Eiji paused momentarily at the rebuke, but then his eyes grew wide. "Unnyaa! You're in here, aren't you?" he pounded the pages for emphasis as Oishi sweatdropped. "Why would you do such a thing? That's so mean!"
"Eiji..."
"Was it because I chucked that orange sweater your mom gave you into the lake? It was really hideous nya!"
"No! I would never--" Oishi paused, processing Eiji's words. "Wait, that was you? You said that Momoshiro did that. By accident."
"Oh... hehe... so I did." Eiji backed out slowly. "Well, I better check on... um... things... yes... things... now." He tossed the notebook to Akazawa and zipped out of there in a hurry.
"That Eiji," Oishi sighed.
Mizuki shrugged nonchalantly. "You married him."
"Yeah, so I did." An affectionate smile graced Oishi's lips. "Congratulations, by the way," he said sincerely. "I know you and Yuuta will be happy together."
"Of course. We're perfect together, you know," Mizuki said truthfully, stilling so that Shishido could fix the veil to his hair.
-----
"You know this isn't legally binding, right?" Nomura asked, tugging at the collar of his priestly garb. "And even if it was, the church wouldn't recognize it."
"Just make it as official as you can make it," Yuuta replied easily. "We really appreciate you doing this, by the way."
Nomura smiled beatifically. "It's no problem. You're both my friends and love shouldn't be restricted by gender in the first place."
"Nomura-kun," Yanagisawa poked his head in. "We're ready to start da ne!"
"I'll see you out there."
Fuji extracted an envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket and held it out to Yuuta.
"What is this?" Yuuta asked curiously.
"The oshugi," Fuji responded with a smile.
Opening the flap, Yuuta did indeed see a stack of money. But also nestled in there was a business card for Fuji Syusuke, divorce attorney.
Yuuta twitched. "If this wasn't the happiest day of my life, I would hit you."
"It's just a joke," Fuji laughed, patting his brother on the shoulder. Then a bit more seriously, "I really do wish you all the best."
Yuuta looked at him distrustfully. There had to be a catch.
"Just think how fun our family reunions will be," Fuji continued cheerfully. "I'm sure Mizuki and I will find some common ground, since we both adore you so. We can swap stories about your most humiliating moments." He tapped his chin, considering. "I wonder if he heard of the time you grabbed onto that stranger in the supermarket and called her mommy."
"Baka aniki!" Yuuta turned beet red. "You better not tell him anything!"
"But you were so cute, thinking you'd been abandoned!"
Yuuta could see it now, his brother telling his husband about all those embarrassing childhood incidents and his husband recounting stories about blundered flirtation attempts on his crushes during adolescence, not to mention that awful, awful stripper incident, which, no thanks to his brother, was no longer the only awful stripper incident in his life. He definitely had to keep the two apart.
-----
The wedding was a beautiful affair. Taichi was absolutely adorable as the ringbearer, wearing a white headband to match his all-white outfit. Eiji kept his fidgeting to a minimum. Fuji didn't execute any assassination or abduction plots, and Akazawa managed to keep from crying until the vows were exchanged and everyone had moved on to the location of the reception.
"Oh, Hajime, you look so beautiful," Yumiko gushed, fawning all over the dark-haired man as always. She wasn't sure about her brother Syusuke's sexual orientation but figured Mizuki was the closest thing she'd get to a sister. "May I have a kiss from the bride?"
Mizuki nodded, a bit overwhelmed by the feminine attention but pleased as well by the display of affection from his new family.
Instead of kissing him chastely on the cheek as everyone else had done, Yumiko planted a long smooch on the lips.
"Neesan!" Yuuta cried, shocked.
"You're both gay. It's not like it's cheating," she said flippantly, smoothing back her hair.
"Still," Yuuta grumped, a bit put out. His older siblings were both so evil!
Fuji tilted his head and studied Mizuki, who was looking uncharacteristically flustered and... embarrassed? Right. With his all-boys' school upbringing and preference for exclusively male company, this was probably the first time he'd been touched by a girl who wasn't related by blood.
"I haven't gotten a kiss either," Fuji remarked and before anyone could react, he had pressed forward and was kissing Mizuki.
It was the most stunning sight Yuuta had ever seen. His brother, who had always loathed Mizuki, was now swapping spit with him, slipping in tongue action that was quite unnecessary. All the other guests similarly gawked, until long after Fuji had released the dark-haired man.
"Thank you, Mizuki."
"Ah... you're welcome..." Mizuki managed to say.
Shaking off his paralysis, Yuuta pulled Mizuki to him possessively. "If everyone can keep their hands and lips off my br-- husband now," he growled.
Mizuki chuckled, a low, sexy sound that Yuuta never got tired of hearing. "Don't be so jealous, Yuuta-kun," he purred. "I'm yours alone, you know that."
"Damn straight." Rather ironic statement, but it was even more ironic that Yuuta, who was currently wearing the literal pants in the relationship, was taking on Mizuki's name instead of the other way around. Mizuki Yuuta... it had a nice ring to it.
Fuji smiled as the newlyweds kissed, tapping his bottom lip thoughtfully.
"Yuuta."
"What is it?" Yuuta's eyes remained trained on Mizuki.
"You realize... we just shared an indirect kiss."
Yuuta facefaulted. How was he supposed to perform during the honeymoon with that thought on his mind?
"Don't worry, Yuuta-kun." Mizuki tiptoed up and murmured throatily in his ear, "There's plenty of other places your brother's mouth has never been."
"God, does your mind ever get out of the gutter?"
"Never." Mizuki winked, pinching Yuuta's behind. "Besides, you know you like it when I talk dirty."
"As much as I like you using your mouth for various other things," Yuuta agreed. "Let's get the hell out of here and start our honeymoon."
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After the cutting of the cake and the throwing of the bouquet - during which Gakuto clawed his way to the front and got involved in several cat-fights with the other singles to prove his superiority in athletic endeavors - the newlyweds left and most of the guests broke off into small groups to chat in the darkening light.
"I just love happy endings," Oishi sniffed, a bit teary-eyed.
"Another successful wedding, planned by yours truly!" Eiji snuggled up against him, purring like a kitten. "Ne, Syuichiroh?"
"Yes, dear?"
"What do you think of Ohtori-Shishido pair?"
"What?" Oishi blinked.
"For my next job nya. I sensed strong love-love vibes between them." Eiji rubbed his hands together, plotting. "With the right push, I'm sure I can have them hitched by the end of the year."
Oishi rubbed at his temple, a headache coming on as he remembered their ruined home. They probably lost more in damages than Eiji earned with every job.
"What, no good? How about Oshitari-Mukahi? Fuji-Taka? Tachibana-Tezuka? Akazawa-Kaneda? Akutsu-Taichi? Inui-Kaidoh? Ibu-Echizen? Kajimoto-Wakato? Atobe-Kabaji? Horio-Katsuo?" Eiji ticked off in rapid succession. He pounded a fist on the flat of his palm. "Ah! I know! Inui-Arai! Or Fuji-Kaidoh! O-oi! Syuichiroh! Where are you going? Wait up! Mou..."
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The End
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Speculation about future jobs changed from reunion setting to wedding because I obsessed over Mizuki but found zero Yuuta/Mizuki fics to read. Despite erratic pacing and a few scenes that gave me headaches in rewriting, I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out. There were a few ideas I had to drop because it fit awkwardly: Jiroh mistaking Gakuto as the stripper, Oishi as a male nurse, and a side-romance with Taka helping Fuji come to terms with the wedding to name a few.
Briefly contemplated writing sequels to include Rikkai and other teams that came up later in the series (Shishido and Ohtori's Wedding? Or more likely, Mizuki and Yuuta's Divorce... followed by Mizuki and Yuuta's Reconciliation XDD). But frankly, I'm surprised I managed to even finish this monster. Just shows how motivated I was to contribute something to the Yuuta/Mizuki fandom. ♥
Personal favorite scene is probably the one with Jiroh, just for the randomness and WTF factor. XD
posted on Fanfiction.net [October 28, 2003]