writing meme: wedding for Tas
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kiramaru7White wedding…
By kira
For Tas-chan
Prompt: Wedding
Pairing: Renkotsu/Suikotsu
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word count: 1208 (I went a bit overboard with this one, but I needed the extra wordage)
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help this one.
FYI: The kimono Jak is wearing is a homongi, which is a formal kimono worn by both married and unmarried women, to weddings and other formal parties. It’s characterized by the patterns that flow over the shoulders, sleeves and seems.
“Ever think about getting committed?” Jakotsu asked.
“Oh, yes… all the time,” Renkotsu replied dryly…
The custom bike designer sighed at the memory as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Today was the day he was, for all intents and purposes, getting married or rather committed as his friend, Jakotsu, liked to call it. I should be committed for agreeing to this nonsense… he thought, while straightening his tie. Then again, if it’ll make Sui happy, then I can go through with it… Picking up his suit jacket, he shrugged into it, smiling briefly at his reflection. You’d better getting moving, Ren, before they send Jak to come get you…Rolling his eyes, he turned and left the room he had rented at a nearby inn.
888
They formalized their relationship with less pomp and circumstance than their friends had, which made Renkotsu very happy. It was bad enough he had let his life-partner talk him into it, but there was a limit to his patience and Suikotsu knew that. So a simple contract was drawn up that more or less mirrored their respective wills along with some promises to look after each through sickness and health that Jakotsu insisted should be there. Not that Renkotsu actually minded. He found the tangible proof of the existence of their relationship a nice comforting touch, even if it had no real legal standing as a marriage contract. Business partners, power of attorney, the right to make legal decisions for each other should one of them become incapacitated, all those neat little legal tricks at least gave it a sense that this was for real and would have been a marriage if the law had allowed it. Plus Renkotsu figured they could always order a bottle of sake in the restaurant and have the traditional three cups to “seal the deal” as it were.
So the same monk, who had “married” their friends, now blessed the contract while Jakotsu did his best not to cry in the background. Renkotsu knew the story behind his life-partner’s divorce and he also knew the cross-dresser still blamed himself for it. As the custom bike designer saw it, Jakotsu had nothing to do with it and he more than repaid whatever karmic debt he felt he owed by getting sick with pneumonia and winding up in the hospital the same day Renkotsu needed stitches. He had spent most of his forty five years looking for the right person to share his life with, and now that he found him, the custom bike designer had the sneaking suspicion that his family would approve of him despite their disapproval of Renkotsu’s lifestyle.
Okaasan, Otousan, I know you don’t care for my lifestyle, but I’d like you to meet someone who means a lot to me and who’s made me very happy… Oh, and by the way, he’s a doctor… the forty five year old thought with a smile as he imagined the looks on his parent’s faces.
Suikotsu, seeing the smile on his life-partner’s face, smiled. He was pleased they had decided to go through it. Looking towards his right, he saw his parents standing there, trying to make sense of things. While he was happy they were there, Suikotsu also felt bad that Renkotsu’s family could not find it in their hearts to come, despite the fact they had disowned him because he was gay. Suikotsu, who shared his mother’s views on the importance of family, found that incomprehensible.
Mariko Orikasa, having lived through the horrors of the war as a child only to be orphaned near the end of World War II, hated being shuttled off from one set of relatives to the next. Determined to have a bit of stability in her life after seven long years of being constantly uprooted, she ran off and married a young army officer named Akito Hirata while still in high school. And while she understood what it was like to defy convention, she found her forty nine year old son’s behavior just as baffling as she did when he was a baby. I understand that onnagata friend of his marrying a man, since he is living his life as a woman, but why are you following in his footsteps, Sui? Did your ex-wife hurt you that badly that you gave up on women? Sighing softly, she looked to her husband for support. Akito merely gave her an almost imperceptible shrug, and reaching for her hand, he gently squeezed it.
The simple ceremony was over as quickly as it had begun and they, along with their family and friends, walked out of the temple into to the bright afternoon sunshine. From there, it was a short walk to the inn and a celebratory lunch. They had rented one of the private rooms and unbeknownst to the happy couple, Jakotsu had arranged for a special something to be added to the meal.
Everyone sat down at the expansive table and a few minutes later, the prearranged menu was being served. Looking over at Bankotsu, who nodded, Jakotsu rose gracefully to his feet. Smoothing the folds of his homongi, he cleared his throat. “In the West, where I grew up, there’s a tradition where the groom’s best friend says a few words about the happy couple on their wedding day,” he paused and smiled impishly. “But first things first,” he said, signaling a waiter, who wheeled out a small cart. On top of it sat an expensive bottle of sake and two ornate cups. “This is our gift to you, the sake and the envelope underneath the bottle. May your new life together be as happy as ours.”
The waiter wheeled the cart over to Renkotsu and Suikotsu. Before Suikotsu could reached for the sake bottle his mother held onto his arm. His father stood up to say a few words. “Suiichi, your mother and I may not understand why you have done, and continue to do, the things you’ve done in your life, but we are very proud of your accomplishments and we want you to be happy. This is our gift to you,” Akito said, as his wife removed an envelope from her handbag and handed to her son.
“Thank you,” Suikotsu replied.
“Thank you all for coming and helping us celebrate,” Renkotsu added.
“Time to put the finishing touches on things, right, Ban honey?” the cross-dresser said with a smile.
Bankotsu nodded. “Yup. Hirata-san, would you like to pour or shall I?”
“You can pour if you would like, Kusao-an,” Akito said as Suikotsu passed the bottle to Bankotsu.
While he poured sake into the two cups, Jakotsu whispered to his best friend, “Inside our envelope is a reservation for that little onsen in Hakone that I was telling you about. You’re going to love it there.” He smiled. “Now pay attention. My Ban honey has been practicing this for weeks and I hope he doesn’t screw it up.”
Suikotsu chuckled and did as he was bidden.
Bankotsu poured the first of the three sake cups for the happy couple. He quickly recited the first blessing and they drank, followed by the second and third cups.
“Congratulations!” Jakotsu cried happily, “Kiss the groom, Sui! You too, Ren!”
By kira
For Tas-chan
Prompt: Wedding
Pairing: Renkotsu/Suikotsu
Fandom: Inuyasha
Word count: 1208 (I went a bit overboard with this one, but I needed the extra wordage)
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help this one.
FYI: The kimono Jak is wearing is a homongi, which is a formal kimono worn by both married and unmarried women, to weddings and other formal parties. It’s characterized by the patterns that flow over the shoulders, sleeves and seems.
“Ever think about getting committed?” Jakotsu asked.
“Oh, yes… all the time,” Renkotsu replied dryly…
The custom bike designer sighed at the memory as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Today was the day he was, for all intents and purposes, getting married or rather committed as his friend, Jakotsu, liked to call it. I should be committed for agreeing to this nonsense… he thought, while straightening his tie. Then again, if it’ll make Sui happy, then I can go through with it… Picking up his suit jacket, he shrugged into it, smiling briefly at his reflection. You’d better getting moving, Ren, before they send Jak to come get you…Rolling his eyes, he turned and left the room he had rented at a nearby inn.
888
They formalized their relationship with less pomp and circumstance than their friends had, which made Renkotsu very happy. It was bad enough he had let his life-partner talk him into it, but there was a limit to his patience and Suikotsu knew that. So a simple contract was drawn up that more or less mirrored their respective wills along with some promises to look after each through sickness and health that Jakotsu insisted should be there. Not that Renkotsu actually minded. He found the tangible proof of the existence of their relationship a nice comforting touch, even if it had no real legal standing as a marriage contract. Business partners, power of attorney, the right to make legal decisions for each other should one of them become incapacitated, all those neat little legal tricks at least gave it a sense that this was for real and would have been a marriage if the law had allowed it. Plus Renkotsu figured they could always order a bottle of sake in the restaurant and have the traditional three cups to “seal the deal” as it were.
So the same monk, who had “married” their friends, now blessed the contract while Jakotsu did his best not to cry in the background. Renkotsu knew the story behind his life-partner’s divorce and he also knew the cross-dresser still blamed himself for it. As the custom bike designer saw it, Jakotsu had nothing to do with it and he more than repaid whatever karmic debt he felt he owed by getting sick with pneumonia and winding up in the hospital the same day Renkotsu needed stitches. He had spent most of his forty five years looking for the right person to share his life with, and now that he found him, the custom bike designer had the sneaking suspicion that his family would approve of him despite their disapproval of Renkotsu’s lifestyle.
Okaasan, Otousan, I know you don’t care for my lifestyle, but I’d like you to meet someone who means a lot to me and who’s made me very happy… Oh, and by the way, he’s a doctor… the forty five year old thought with a smile as he imagined the looks on his parent’s faces.
Suikotsu, seeing the smile on his life-partner’s face, smiled. He was pleased they had decided to go through it. Looking towards his right, he saw his parents standing there, trying to make sense of things. While he was happy they were there, Suikotsu also felt bad that Renkotsu’s family could not find it in their hearts to come, despite the fact they had disowned him because he was gay. Suikotsu, who shared his mother’s views on the importance of family, found that incomprehensible.
Mariko Orikasa, having lived through the horrors of the war as a child only to be orphaned near the end of World War II, hated being shuttled off from one set of relatives to the next. Determined to have a bit of stability in her life after seven long years of being constantly uprooted, she ran off and married a young army officer named Akito Hirata while still in high school. And while she understood what it was like to defy convention, she found her forty nine year old son’s behavior just as baffling as she did when he was a baby. I understand that onnagata friend of his marrying a man, since he is living his life as a woman, but why are you following in his footsteps, Sui? Did your ex-wife hurt you that badly that you gave up on women? Sighing softly, she looked to her husband for support. Akito merely gave her an almost imperceptible shrug, and reaching for her hand, he gently squeezed it.
The simple ceremony was over as quickly as it had begun and they, along with their family and friends, walked out of the temple into to the bright afternoon sunshine. From there, it was a short walk to the inn and a celebratory lunch. They had rented one of the private rooms and unbeknownst to the happy couple, Jakotsu had arranged for a special something to be added to the meal.
Everyone sat down at the expansive table and a few minutes later, the prearranged menu was being served. Looking over at Bankotsu, who nodded, Jakotsu rose gracefully to his feet. Smoothing the folds of his homongi, he cleared his throat. “In the West, where I grew up, there’s a tradition where the groom’s best friend says a few words about the happy couple on their wedding day,” he paused and smiled impishly. “But first things first,” he said, signaling a waiter, who wheeled out a small cart. On top of it sat an expensive bottle of sake and two ornate cups. “This is our gift to you, the sake and the envelope underneath the bottle. May your new life together be as happy as ours.”
The waiter wheeled the cart over to Renkotsu and Suikotsu. Before Suikotsu could reached for the sake bottle his mother held onto his arm. His father stood up to say a few words. “Suiichi, your mother and I may not understand why you have done, and continue to do, the things you’ve done in your life, but we are very proud of your accomplishments and we want you to be happy. This is our gift to you,” Akito said, as his wife removed an envelope from her handbag and handed to her son.
“Thank you,” Suikotsu replied.
“Thank you all for coming and helping us celebrate,” Renkotsu added.
“Time to put the finishing touches on things, right, Ban honey?” the cross-dresser said with a smile.
Bankotsu nodded. “Yup. Hirata-san, would you like to pour or shall I?”
“You can pour if you would like, Kusao-an,” Akito said as Suikotsu passed the bottle to Bankotsu.
While he poured sake into the two cups, Jakotsu whispered to his best friend, “Inside our envelope is a reservation for that little onsen in Hakone that I was telling you about. You’re going to love it there.” He smiled. “Now pay attention. My Ban honey has been practicing this for weeks and I hope he doesn’t screw it up.”
Suikotsu chuckled and did as he was bidden.
Bankotsu poured the first of the three sake cups for the happy couple. He quickly recited the first blessing and they drank, followed by the second and third cups.
“Congratulations!” Jakotsu cried happily, “Kiss the groom, Sui! You too, Ren!”
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Date: 2009-05-30 01:54 pm (UTC)I am sure Ren wishes his parents were there. I so these boys and hopes Ren speaks to you again so I can get more AU goodness :D
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Date: 2009-05-30 02:05 pm (UTC)Oh good! I wasn't sure if this was what you ahd wanted, but it fit in my AU which you like, so I went for it. ;D
Yeha? I figured they loved their son, no matter what he did & they didn't do too abdly as their son's a doctor! ;p
Ren's parents... well, you might get to see a lil of them as Jen & I were thinking of collabing a fic about them. ;p
*nods* Although, I think by now Ren's used to being his own man.
Glad you enjoyed it! *huggles*
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Date: 2009-05-30 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-30 10:06 pm (UTC)