Seiya's Greek Wedding by: Kounellii aka IrrelevantMaverick

Kou's comments: Well, Seiya was raised in Greece. Miho loves the idea of an exotic wedding (me too). American readers will recognize that the title is based on an old popular movie, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." I forgot to say I've changed my pen name. If you've ever shared my fics with anyone, please change your credits to Kounellii unless you posted the link which luckily doesn't change=)

Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya. Wish I did though, I would've made a movie special using this exact fanfic.

-+Why Are We Still Friends+-

The curtains waved gently with the breeze. Hyoga peered out the window, mesmerized by the constant movement of the fishing boats as they parted the sea.

A few light knocks broke him out of his reverie. He crossed the bare wooden floor to open the door. His friend appeared; wearing a salmon shirt with the words, "Chocolate Bunny" written across, complete with torn white board shorts.

"Hi Hyoga!" greeted Shun.

"Hey... Shun. Come in," replied Hyoga, trying not to laugh.

He stepped back to let Shun into Seiya's apartment. Seiya and Shun rented rooms at the pink dockhouse. Their apartments were studios; complete with a kitchen and tiny bathroom.

For years now, those two would constantly make long distance phone calls to Hyoga on their cellphones. Well, Seiya more than Shun. He gets bored easily.

Unfortunately, Siberia didn't have cheap long distance rates. Neither did Siberia have many cellphone plans to choose from. And Hyoga's cellphone plan charged extra for texts too.

He wouldn't have worried about it if Seiya hadn't left so many damn voicemails. He decided it was worth the extra charges to yell at him. Hyoga was visiting Seiya and Shun in Japan since a couple weeks ago to get away from the abnormal drop in temperature in Siberia this November.

Though the visit so far hasn't been a bad one. He saw how much fun and happier Shun was living near Seiya. And as mean as this sounded, they all thought Shun wouldn't last a week with him.

Then he saw one of the tenants moving out. Before any of the others noticed, he chanced a peek into the room. At first, Hyoga casually asked the landlord about the usual details: room rate, utilities included?, if I rent it can I have my wallpaper changed?, etc.

Over the next few days, Hyoga looked over at the apartment. His blond hair swayed slightly as he quietly knocked.

C'mon, c'mon, don't answer. Don't answer... Good, no answer.

He sighed. Out of a bigger sense of relief than he cared to admit. Perhaps a part of it was due to the fact he realized he was still in an old pair of Seiya's pajamas. Black, but with embroidered stars. It was the most normal of the clothes available.

Ugh, it's a good thing there's no one out here. Later, I'd better remember to make that Seiya get a move on washing our clothes. Man, I shouldn't have believed him when he offered to-

Then he spotted some movement out of the corner of his still-good eye. Hyoga turned to his right, away from the door.

He blinked his blue eyes, wearing a puzzled expression.

If I didn't know better, I'd say that the landlord was avoiding me, he thought. He continued to gaze after what seemed like the retreating back of an old man in a fraying drab bathrobe. It looked like it used to be green, but with age one couldn't tell if it was just a dirty white.

The landlord almost closed his door when Hyoga dashed toward him. A groaning sound was heard.

"Er, Sir! Please wait. I have another question about the apartment," he said quickly, before the door closed.

A sharp slap was heard. The door creaked open again as a very long and sunburned face poked through the crack. A shuddering sigh issued from his mouth making the wisps of hair from his mustache rise up.

He frowned. "Listen, Kiddo-san. You've asked me every detail about that apartment. You've already had your walk-in tour. I don't mean to be impolite but I was only making my rounds around the dockhouse. Can't your question wait until I've had my pancakes? My wife just made them."

"I'm so sorry!" he apologized, bowing. Of course it was rude of Hyoga to interrupt the old man. It was only 6 in the morning after all. "Please, can we talk about the apartment after your breakfast? Maybe around 7?"

This boy... thought the old man in irritation. Still, he could see a lot of himself in the young man. What would appear to most people as a gruff attitude was really one of a calm demeanor. A persistent man.

He gave in. "Alright, alright. Later on. Now I'm going."

Hyoga nodded. A rather cheerful glint appeared in his eye.

Shun propped himself against a pillow on Seiya's bed. He ran his hand through his pants pockets and pulled out a plastic card.

"Here you go, Hyoga. I forgot to give you the laundry card. There's a machine in the laundry room for you to add money to it. I've given you the first 1500 yen."

"Thanks, Shun. I was just thinking about that. Well, actually more along the lines of beating up Seiya. Heh, I almost went out to buy a washing machine," joked the Russian a little lamely.

Shun chuckled. Then he paused, blinking thoughtfully at his friend.

"Hyoga?"

He had just finished storing the card away in one of the desk drawers. Without turning around, he replied, "What?"

"Have you seen Seiya? He hasn't come home since last night... and he didn't even come to greet Shiryu and Shunrei this morning at the airport..."

Hyoga placed his fingertip to his chin. His blue eyes narrowed in concentration. Seiya did sometimes come home late, even coming home in the early hours of the morning. He was a big kid after all.

"Look, I wouldn't worry about him, Shun. He's probably off attending some martial arts tournament. You know how much he loves to see the fights," responded Hyoga, shrugging off any concern for their MIA friend.

This time Shun's smile faded. He absently tugged at a loose thread on the blanket.

"I don't know. I just have this weird feeling that something's up with Seiya. I mean, he shows up late for things, but I don't know him to not show up or call to apologize."

Hyoga scoffed. "You've got it all wrong. That guy only calls to ask for money, Shun. The apology is just to get us into the right mood for giving it."

Hyoga winked.

"Hmm... I suppose you're right."

"Of course I'm right. Besides, aren't we supposed to be going over to that restaurant to meet Shiryu and Shunrei? Seiya'll probably be there. He's never late for free food."

Shun sat bolt upright.

"I FORGOT!"

Hyoga sweatdropped at the sight of Shun dialing his phone so fast. His thumb was nearly invisible.

"Yes, yes, hello! Reservations for seven please. Make it for 6 'o clock. Yes, under the name of Shun. Uh-huh, yes, okay. Thank you!" answered Shun all in one breath.

"So I take it that we got the reservations?"

Shun glared as he flipped his phone close.

"Very funny, Hyoga. Anyway let's get ready."

He turned to see an expectant look on Hyoga's face. Shun shot him a bewildered look. He watched as Hyoga walked over to the door and held it open.

"I'm not changing in front of you. So get out."

Shun bared his teeth at him.

"No kidding!"

"I'm not."

EXTRA: Chapter title in reference to "Why Are We Still Friends" by 98 degrees. Originally this was going to be added to "My Girl" fanfic, but I felt that this is a special story by itself. Weddings are big events ya' know;) I still need to think about who will be invited, it's hard for me to juggle so many characters. Maybe just the golds? Please review, er, sign their wedding guestbook!