"Let no one put asunder"

The rose petals, while classically Tamaki, where a bit excessive in Kyoya's opinion. Though if he were to list the aspects of this wedding that were over the top, he doubted the swirling petals would even make the cut. It was, after all, a list populated with live peacocks and a sweeping gothic cathedral in France.

Kyoya's eyes swept the crowd and fell on the reason Tamaki had put everyone around him through hell planning this foreign wedding. Though one would have to pay a hefty fee to get Kyoya to admit it, the soft smile on the sickly Frenchwoman's face made all the tedious, finicky plans of the past few months worth it.

His gaze sifted to Tamaki who, with all the sparkling, looked like he'd swallowed fairy or at least rolled in a junior high girl's make-up kit. And Kyoya wondered if anyone else could see the nervous flickering of the young prince's eyes under the pomp, he thought not. For a brief moment their eyes met, Tamaki's confidence visibly swelled, and he flashed a truly triumphant smile before it softening to something less provocative. As Kyoya rolled his eyes discreetly the wedding march blared.

Blared was too timid a verb really. Kyoya was sure that the blonde dandy's grandmother, who had remained in Japan so as not to be seen at this "horrid mockery of a society wedding", could hear it. The young man was glad for the over exuberant music, it let him believe the pounding in his chest was from the pipe organ, not his suddenly over active heart. This convenient excuse evaporated as the music ended.

The normally attentive Kyoya missed most of the vows. He was too busy ensuring that his heart, that was currently trying to earn him a firsthand view of a French hospital, did not disturb his cool exterior. Any moment free of that all-consuming task was spent memorizing the way Tamaki's face appeared as he stood there elated and not bound to anyone. It was like listening to the last song of a bird before it was lured into a cage. Kyoya mentally shock himself, a wedding was a place for happy thoughts.

Vaguely he heard the world "kiss" being proclaimed and at the last moment he tilted his head, letting the light reflecting off his glasses shield his eyes so no one could see he'd shut them against the sight of the man he loved kissing the girl he tolerated.

AN: Leave it to me to make a wedding angsty. Ah well, I hope you didn't hate it.