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Miscommunication	By : mirna03 Category: Bleach > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 3849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Miscommunication
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The backyard of the hotel was beautifully decorated and the sun bathed its summer rays on the small crowd that had started to gather. Rows of chairs lined the yard wrapped in soft white silk, and a carpet of plush red velvet trailed down the middle allowing for guests and most importantly the couple to be wed to walk down the aisle. A white marble statue of an angel stood amongst a stone basin on both sides near the entrance of the yard, water spouting out of its cold stone fingertips. The tree trunks were wrapped in bows of lavender and golden silk, their massive drooping branches adorned with Christmas lights to be lit once the sun had made its descent below the horizon. The wedding altar was decorated out of lush bouquets of pink and white roses attached to thin vines forming a magnificent arc. Wrapped around the bouquet, and hanging down gracefully were pearls strung onto one another, their bead clicking against one another in the soft summer breeze.

Soi Fon's pale yellow dress ruffled softly as she made her way towards the middle of the row. She ran her fingers through her short black hair, fixing the small flower clip that had come undone. Stumbling slightly in her small pointed heels she quickly sat down, feeling a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. She couldn't remember the last time she had looked so feminine, and while the knee length dress was comfortable, Soi Fon preferred the familiarity of her shihakusho. Scanning the crowd she spotted the sixth division captain and his vice captain sharing soft whispers near the entrance, and watched as Renji brushed a small leaf out of Byakuya's hair. She felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the two men, wondering how they had come to fall in love with one another. Both men were wearing crisp black suits with matching ties that had a peculiar pattern. A shout of laughter startled her as she saw Rangiku, and Shuhei laughing wildly at Ikkaku who was imitating various captains of the thirteen divisions as Toshiro looked in on them scowling. In another corner she spotted Unohana smiling at Yachiru as she sniffed at the flowers in the garden while Kenpachi wandered around trying to find a sparring partner.

"Captain Soi Fon!" boomed a cheery voice, interrupting her. "You look exceptional in a dress."

"Captain Kyoraku," replied Soi Fon sourly, glancing at the two women standing next to him with their arms draped across his. "I see you had a little party of your own," she remarked glancing at his flushed cheeks.

"Nothing wrong with a few drink. It's a wedding after all! We are celebrating the unity of two of our previous captains!"

Soi Fon's eyes narrowed to slits as she watched the 8th division captain sway slightly, grinning from ear to ear. "I take it that you're not in a good mood captain Soi Fon. Perhaps you need a few drinks of your own to help you get into the mood?"

"No thanks," replied Soi Fon stiffly.

"Kyoraku!" exclaimed voice. "The party hasn't even started and you are already drunk!"

"Ahh I'm fine. Would you like a drink Ukitake?" asked Kyoraku as he pulled a small flask from the inside of his breast pocket.

"We should find a seat. I apologize if he bothered you captain Soi Fon," said Ukitake humbly.

"It's fine. Just keep him away from me for the rest of the day."

"Of course. I hope you enjoy yourself today," replied Ukitake as he steered Kyoraku in the opposite direction.

How can I? she thought sadly, yet she gave a small nod, her eyes betraying nothing.

Almost all of the captains had arrived by then including their vice captains as well as other close friends of the couple, and soon a hush fell as the pastor made his way to the altar. Rangiku grabbed Toshiro's arm and pulled him next to the unoccupied chair beside Soi Fon.

"Captain Soi Fon," he said nodding formally.

"Captain Hitsugaya," she replied. "I see you are left to do the babysitting," she said throwing a disapproving look at Rangiku's flushed face.

Gritting his teeth Toshiro managed to say, "I told her to drink after the ceremony." Forcing the urge to roll her eyes Soi Fon turned her attention to the altar as the pastor placed his glasses on his nose, peering at the book in his hands.

A small orchestra near the altar started filling the yard with the sweet melodies of harps and violins as the onlookers rose from their seats. The groom entered shortly after the pastor flashing a lazy white smile, and fixing his black bowtie took his place at the altar. His dark blue suit was crisp, every crease neatly pressed, and his blonde hair shone in the sun. Soi Fon was astounded to see that he had actually managed to get a haircut and run a comb through the tangled mane of shaggy hair. She clenched her fists, watching that languid smile plastered on his face as he ran his fingers through his sun kissed hair. Soon, all eyes were turned towards the entrance as the two handsome groomsmen walked arm in arm; Byakuya unsmiling and proud, Renji flushing furiously, yet the happiness in their eyes were evident. As they made their way towards the altar Soi Fon noticed the peculiar pattern on their ties once more and felt puzzled, wondering why the tiny trees dotted across the ties had faces and little arms and legs. Another pang of jealousy shot through her as she watched the two men stand on the groom's side with their matching ties and shining eyes. All eyes turned towards the entrance once more as Ichigo walked in with Rukia and Orihime on each arm. The bridesmaids were wearing a strapless pale lavender dress that brushed the floor as they walked. The bodice was decorated with small beaded jewels, and a thin black sash with a small bow was wrapped across their waist. They carried a bouquet of alternating ivory and pale pink roses, bundled neatly. Next, Jinta wearing a dark blue tuxedo walked down the aisle bearing the rings on a velvet red cushion, and Ururu followed throwing pale white flowers in her wake as she followed him, blushing happily, her black pigtails bouncing.

Soi Fon gulped, unable to fathom what unexpected emotions she would feel once she laid eyes on the bride. She closed her eyes briefly and took in a breath of fresh air, willing her heart to stop pounding. Her eyes snapped open as she heard gasps of "oohhs" and "ahhs" There, walking towards them arm in arm with Tessai was the most dazzling woman Soi Fon had ever laid eyes on. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed into those pools of molten gold, watching the woman she loved light up the world with her radiant smile. Her long violet ponytail was gathered at the crown of her head into a bun with small wisps of hair falling softly in her face. A silver tiara adorned with small diamonds and pearls glittered in the sunlight as she moved her head, smiling at the crowd. Her strapless ivory dress was crafted exquisitely with beads forming patterns of roses all along the bodice, and flared slightly towards the bottom. As she walked past Soi Fon their eyes met and her smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered and walked down the aisle towards Urahara boldly. Soi Fon's heart started pounding wildly, every beat sending waves upon waves of pain crashing against her chest. She clutched her chest, willing her eyes to not betray her heart yet she felt her vision blurring as the tears welled up in her eyes. She promised herself she wouldn't cry, promised herself that she wouldn't go to the wedding until she was ready to accept that the woman she loved was marrying the man she had known since she was a little girl. She blinked furiously angry at her weakness, wondering how Yoruichi still had a hold on her. After all the pain she had put her through Soi Fon still wasn't able to let go of her. She thought of the nights she cried herself to sleep as she thought of Yoruichi making love to other men, the day she had confessed her feelings only to be rejected from the one person she had ever opened up to and had fallen in love with. She was my world. I lived for her, breathed for her, would have died for her if I had to. It hurts. It's too painful for me to watch her, gazing lovingly with those beautiful eyes into his. I can't bear it. A slight sob escaped her lips, and she quickly coughed into her hands, hoping that nobody had heard that pitiful sound.

As Yoruichi stood across from Urahara the crowd stopped fawning over her dress and a sudden hush fell as the pastor cleared his throat.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to unite this man and this woman in holy matrimony." Soi Fon flinched slightly, and while the pastor droned on reading short versus from the Bible she watched the young couple, the love in their eyes so dazzling that Soi Fon had to blink unexpectedly as she felt her eyes start to burn. A small nudge startled her as she turned and saw Rangiku wordlessly handing her a handkerchief. Blushing slightly, embarrassed that the tenth division vice captain had seen her in such an unseemly state she quietly thanked her and dabbed her eyes.

"Urahara Kisuke will you have this woman to be your wedded wife, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto her, for so long as you both shall live? "

"I do," replied Urahara softly.

"Shihouin Yoruichi will you have this man to be your wedded husband, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto him, so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," answered Yoruichi, her smile as warm as the summer sun. Soi Fon gulped, willing the lump in her throat to stop rising. She took in a deep breath, and a soft shudder escaped from her lips.

"Take hands and repeat after me, I Urahara Kisuke,"

" I Urahara Kisuke,"

"Take you, Shihouin Yoruichi."

"Take you Shihouin Yoruichi."

"To be my wedded wife, to have and to hold,"

"To be my wedded wife, to have and to hold,"

"For better for worse, for richer for poorer,"

"For better for worse, for richer for poorer,"

"To love and to cherish, from this day forward,"

"To love and to cherish, from this day forward," Urahara's smile widened as he said the last sentence, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

The pastor turned to Yoruichi," I Shihouin Yoruichi."

"I Shihouin Yoruichi,"

"Take you Urahara Kisuke,"

Take you Urahara Kisuke,"

"To be my wedded husband, to have and to hold,"

"To be my wedded husband, to have and to hold,"

"For better for worse, for richer for poorer,"

"For better for worse, for richer for poorer,"

"To love and to cherish, from this day forward,"

"To love and to cherish, from this day forward," she finished the last words softly, gazing longingly into his eyes.

"Do you have a ring for the bride?" asked the pastor. Urahara nodded in response "Please place the ring on the bride's finger and say: With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed," he said solemnly.

"Is there a ring for the groom?" asked the pastor turning to Yoruichi.

"Kisuke doesn't need a ring," she playfully teased as the crowd laughed, and Urahara feigned a shocked look. Soi Fon almost gagged as she watched the smiling couple, unable to feel an ounce of happiness.

"Please place the ring on the groom's finger and say: With this ring I thee wed."

"With this ring I thee wed," repeated Yoruichi, her playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"In as much as Kisuke and Yoruichi have consented together in wedlock and have witnessed the same before this company, and pledged their vows to each other, by the authority vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss."

Yoruichi grabbed Urahara roughly and kissed him hard on the mouth as the crowd hooted and whistled. The pastor looked away, flushing slightly and somebody yelled, "That's enough! Save it for tonight!" Soi Fon froze, her eyes glued on the couple locking lips. She wasn't able to move a muscle, nor was she able to draw a breath. She wished she could look away, but her body was immobilized. Flashes of the memories they had shared and the time they spent together blurred before her eyes as the tears started rolling down her cheeks. I shouldn't have come to this wedding. I wasn't ready to let her go. Stumbling past Rangiku and Toshiro she dashed toward the hotel, ignoring the shouts of the tenth division vice captain. She hurled across the hall, slipping in her heels, and ran blindly not knowing where she was going or what to do next. As she ran past the corridor she flung open the first door she saw, and threw herself inside. She slumped against the wall, burying her hands in her face letting the tears flow freely as the image of Yoruichi kissing Urahara burned a hole in her heart.

She didn't know how much time had passed nor did she care. Eventually the tears had dried on her face, and after washing her tear stained cheeks she smoothed the creases on her dress. Gazing at her reflection she saw the hollowness in her eyes, wondering when the light had died out. Her lips started trembling as she thought of congratulating the couple, and before she could burst into tears again she decided that it would be best if she left without saying goodbye to anybody. As she turned the handle to open the bathroom door, somebody flung it open and burst through the door, startling her. Her eyes widened as she gazed into the cat like eyes of Yoruichi unable to move, unable to grasp what was happening.

"Yo...Yoruichi...-sama," she whispered.

"Soi Fon," said Yoruichi quietly..."There is something I need to tell you."
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