Wedding Day

A Big Turn

A Spin-Off

~Wedding Day~

*Warning: Characters May Be Completely Different*

Zara stood facing the mirror and tugged and teased at her dress. She never really felt comfortable in them. It was something that carried over into her twenties from when she was a little child. They just never felt right. And now on her wedding day she would have to wear one.

She wore a slim white sleeveless dress that fit her exceptionally well. The dress was long enough to make a lovely circular train around her. Her figure was beautiful; she had the Tower and all the missions she had to thank for that. She shifted on her white high heels as she tried to look more comfortable in her dress. Her hair was pulled back and pinned in place with white flower pins. She didn’t have the traditional veil as a personal preference. Also, she wore no makeup. She hatted the way it made her face heavy. Only a touch of lipstick decorated her face.

Zara sighed and leaned against the mirror. What was she doing? Was she out of her mind? What happened to “I’m an independent woman, I don’t get married”? She groaned loudly against the mirror. Suddenly, she felt sick.

There was a knock on the door and both Hina and Vicky walked in. Hina crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. She wore a purple dress and shoes. Hina looked at Vicky who was wearing the same thing.

“She looks like she’s about to die,” Hina stated.

Vicky shrugged and walked up to Zara, “You okay?”

Zara shot up and started walking briskly to the door, “Nope, I am an independent woman and I don’t need a man. I’m leaving.”

Hina blocked the door, “Uh, no, you’re not.”

Zara shot her a dirty look, “I am not getting married to day or ever for that matter.”

“Uh, yeah, you are,” Hina stated.

Vicky rushed to Zara’s side, “It’s okay to feel this way! You’re just nervous! Just calm down and think it over!”

“Nervous?!” Zara turned to her, “I stare down gun barrels for a living! I don’t know the meaning of nervous!”

“Well, ‘walking out on your wedding’ is a pretty good description,” Hina answered.

Vicky looked around Zara, “Hina, you aren’t helping.”

Hina shrugged, “I just giving her a description of nervous.”

Zara pulled away from the group and flopped down on a sofa, “Argh! I don’t know what I’m doing anymore!?”

Hina and Vicky looked at one another for a moment before going over to console her.

Vicky sat beside her, “You’re getting married to the man you love today.”

“That’s another thing,” Zara stated, “I don’t even know if I really love the guy.”

Hina stared at her, “You don’t know if you love him? You’ve practically been dating for seven years! Seven years! And you said yes when he proposed.”

Vicky looked at Hina, “That was cute when he did that.”

“It was,” Hina agreed.

Zara put her hands on her face, “I feel like I’m going to die.”

Chaud opened the door to his changing room and peaked out. He crept out into the hallway and processed to sneak quietly. His white hair had gown a bit, similar to his fathers but not nearly as long. He wore a tan casual suit as he snick down the hallways.

He finally came to where he was looking for. The bride’s changing room. He straightened himself out before knocking on the door. When there was no answer he opened the door lightly to get a peek inside. The door suddenly opened fully and Chaud jumped back startled.

Naru stood in the door way, his eyes narrowed in disapproval, “Looking for someone?”

“Jeez, Naru! What the heck!? You nearly scared me to death!” Chaud tried to breathe normally again.

Naru looked at him, “I know. And what are you doing here?”

Chaud looked a little irritated, “I was just looking to see where they kept the pun—this is the bride’s dressing room! What do you think I’m doing here!? I wanted to see my soon to be wife!”

“No,” Naru stated.

“No, what?” Chaud questioned.

“You can’t see your wife until the ceremony. It’s bad luck otherwise,” Naru explained, “That and Zara might punch you in the face.”

Chaud considered the statement, “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Naru sighed.

“Where is she anyway?” Chaud asked.

Naru shrugged, “Hina said something about an emotional breakdown. Something to do with water, throwing things, and—what was it—oh yeah, jumping out of windows. Long story short they took her to the bathroom where there are no windows.”

Chaud stared at him, “Seriously?”

Naru nodded.

“She’s taking this a lot better than I thought she would,” Chaud stated, “Can I go see her?”

“No,” Naru started pushing Chaud back to the changing room he was assigned.

Deontay stood in front of the door with a confused look on his face. When he saw Chaud and Naru further down the hallway he looked to relax.

“Oh good, you found him,” Deontay sighed, “I was gone for two seconds and he booked it. Where’d you find him?”

“Trying to find Zara,” Naru responded.

Deontay looked serious all of a sudden, “Don’t you know it’s bad luck, man. It’s just like the cornbread, you just don’t do it. That and she would have probably punched you in the face.”

“So I’ve been told,” Chaud muttered.

Deontay looked at Naru, “I hear a rumor that she tried to jump out a window?”

“It’s on the first floor,” Naru shrugged, “She wouldn’t have gotten hurt or anything. Come on, Chaud; let’s fix up that suit before the ceremony starts.”

Chaud wondered, “Are there any windows where the ceremony is being held?”

“Quite a few,” Deontay nodded, “Why?”

“Would it be a problem to have the ushers stand in front of them?” Chaud asked, “It’d buy me some time in case she decides to make a run for it.”

“Hmm,” Deontay turned to walk away, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Chaud stood at the wedding altar. It was his turn to feel dizzy. So many questions ran through his mind. Would she be here? Would she leave him at the altar? What dress would she be wearing? Why were the lights so hot all of a sudden? He felt Deontay’s hand on his shoulder.

“You okay, man?” Deontay asked, “You need some air?”

Chaud smiled, “I’m fine, never been better.”

“Oh, boy,” Naru whispered, “He’s panicking.”

“Panicking?” Deontay looked at Naru, “What do we do with a panicking groom?”

Naru shrugged his shoulders.

“Will you boys stop whispering?” Hina whispered from across the aisle, “People are starting to stare!”

“The flower girl is coming!” Vicky warned as Amber skipped down the aisle.

“How did Zara feel before you left?” Chaud asked, “Did she feel okay?”

Hina rolled her eyes, “She isn’t going to jump out of anymore windows, if that is what you’re asking.”

“Guys,” Naru tried to be heard, “we should really stop whispering.”

“But seriously,” Chaud insisted, “what was her state of mind? Was she happy? Sad? Angry? At this point I’d be happy with angry. At least then she has to come up here and smack me.”

“Dude, are you sure it’s a good idea for you to get married?” Hina asked, “Seems a little like an abusive relationship to me.”

“Zara isn’t abusive,” Vicky said.

“She only hit him when he deserved it,” Deontay agreed, “No offence.”

“None taken,” Chaud smiled.

“Uh, guys,” Naru tried to warn the others as the orchestra got into position.

“Great, now people are really staring at us!” Hina groaned.

“No, they are all staring at Zara,” Vicky pointed.

All eyes turned to the back of the room as the wedding music started. Pachelbel’s Cannon in D Major was played by the orchestra. Zara stood in the back of the room, frozen, with a bouquet of white flowers in her hands. She couldn’t seem to move her feet which suddenly felt like concrete blocks. Her breath got caught in her throat and she found it hard to breathe. She felt lightheaded and leaned back. An arm caught her as she leaned. She looked up to her left at her escort.

Puppetmaster smiled down at her, “Are you alright child?”

Zara was out of breath, “I can’t breathe.”

“It usually helps if you exhale first,” he suggested.

She hadn’t realized it but she had been holding her breath. Zara breathed out and in again.

“Are you ready?” Puppetmaster asked.

“N—yes,” for some reason the word was so hard to say.

Puppetmaster escorted her up the aisle. Without any family left on her side of the family, Zara asked Puppetmaster to give her away. He accepted, of course and even bought a new suit and some dress shoes for the event. He didn’t look the most comfortable in a suit and tie but Zara didn’t mind. She was happy that he was there to make everything go a little more smoothly.

Zara looked ahead at the altar. The Maids of Honor and the Best Men seemed to be having a whispering argument. Zara sighed.

“I wonder what they are arguing about this time,” Zara muttered.

Puppetmaster looked at her, “Not all of them seem so irate.”

Zara looked again and sure enough Chaud was the only one not engaging in whatever argument was taking place. His eyes were only on her. She wondered what about her that had captivated his attention. It wasn’t like she was that attractive. She felt her cheeks turn red and decided that the floor was more interesting to look at.

Puppetmaster stopped at the base of the stairs as Zara continued on. Her legs felt like they were wobbling as she walked up the three or so steps. It felt like she was climbing a mountain. She stood on the left side of the altar and waited.

Vicky looked at Hina and nudged her in the arm. Hina looked at her with annoyance and then with understanding. She rushed down to fix Zara’s train. As she did that, Zara looked over her shoulder. Chaud’s family sat in the front row on the right side while Puppetmaster sat on the left, Shuppet sat beside him in a tiny suit and waved at her.

“You look beautiful,” Chaud whispered to her.

Zara looked at him, “Why are all the ushers standing by the windows?”

“Um, well,” Chaud laughed awkwardly, “funny story about that.”

“Dearly Beloved,” the pastor started, “We are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

“Oh, please someone say something,” Zara closed her eyes and whispered.

Chaud looked at her, “You aren’t expecting anyone to, are you?”

The room was silent and the pastor continued, “Through marriage, Chaud and Zara make a commitment together to face their disappointments, embrace their dreams, realize their hopes, and accept each other’s failures. Chaud and Zara will promise one another to aspire to these ideals throughout their lives together through mutual understanding, openness, and sensitivity to each other.”

Hina tried to stifle a laugh but she wasn’t fast enough. She couldn’t picture Zara being sensitive at all.

The pastor continued, “We are here today, before God, because marriage is one of His most sacred wishes, to witness the joining in marriage of Chaud and Zara. This occasion marks the celebration of love and commitment with which this man and this woman begin their life together. And now, through me, He joins you together in one of the holiest bonds.”

Right at that point the room filled with the sounds of ringing cellphones. Every Agent in the building looked at their cellphones. Even Sirius looked at his and Kaiba was first one to look at his. Zara reached down to her shoe and pulled out her phone that was strapped to her ankle. She looked at Chaud who was staring at her.

Zara shrugged, “What?”

She opened the cellphone and looked at it. She sighed.

“What?” Chaud asked.

“Apparently something’s happened in Egypt,” Zara shrugged.

Chaud sighed, “And there aren’t any other Agents to deal with it?”

“If there were, we wouldn’t have gotten the call,” Zara hit Chaud in the arm.

“We’ll it isn’t the Bahamas exactly,” Chaud muttered, “I hope I can get my money back.”

“We were going to go to the Bahamas?” Zara looked at him.

Chaud shrugged, “Egypt’s good too.”

She turned to the pastor, “Could we skip to the ‘I Do’s please? We’ve gotta run.”

“Well, um,” the pastor looked slightly confused, “Do you Chaud take Zara to be your wife, to live together, in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart’s deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Chaud said.

“Ditto!” Zara said. She snapped her fingers, “Rings!”

Deontay reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. Naru reached over to Chaud and tried plucking off a piece of lint that had been bugging him throughout the ceremony.

“Dude,” Deontay looked at him.

“Sorry,” Naru stated, “It was all I could think about.”

Deontay handed Chaud the ring. On Zara’s side, Vicky patted herself down as if she had lost the ring and didn’t know where it was.

Hina rolled her eyes, “It’s on your thumb!”

Vicky looked and sure enough, it was. She pulled it off and handed it to Zara. Chaud placed his ring on Zara’s ring finger and Zara placed her ring on his.

The pastor finished up, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Zara kissed Chaud on the lips and hiked up her dress and ran down the aisle. One of the ushers had went to grab the marriage license and was coming up the aisle. Zara grabbed a pen and signed. She looked back and saw the others standing where they were.

“Well come on!” she shouted, “I’m missing out on the Bahamas and now someone has to pay! I’d like to get to Egypt and punch the living daylights out of who thought it was a good idea to steal the sphinx! Chaud, get over here and sign the stupid license!”

The others started waking after her. Chaud smiled sheepishly at the murmuring crowd.

“Go ahead to the Reception; we’ll pay for it,” Chaud said, “Enjoy the meal. I heard the salmon is great.”

“CHAUD!” Zara yelled.

“Coming, dear!” Chaud ran after her.