Well, hope you like this, and this wets your appetite for the WHOLE story. Note, I'm obviously a Non-Yaoi writer, and a person who tends to write sappy stories, so if you don't like this kind of story, then GET OUT NOW!!! Please note that I don't any of the characters except Nova. This does have a Sailor Moon crossover in it. Oh yes, and some of the Sailor attacks are ones that I made up from a Sailor Moon fic I'm writing. Now, enjoy.

Gundam Wing: Raptures of Paradsise
Chapter 13----------Bouquets and Blasters
By Sailor Celaeno

Seven A.M. Noin had awaken in Relena's apartment. She thought it would be a good idea to sleep over at Relena's and wait to see her future husband later at the ceremony. She slowly left her bedroom in her yellow pajamas with thin, red lines that went up and down her clothes. She rubbed her eyes and did a little stretch. She saw that Peygan was already up having breakfast made. Relena stepped out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. She had a cotten, pink nightshirt that covered everything except her feet and ankles. "Good morning, Relena," said Noin with a little yawn.
"Good mawning," replied Relena as she brushed. They proceeded to the small, circular dining table that was on the other side of Relena's living room. The New York Times was spread out on the table. Relena proceeded to read the headlines of the main section, while Noin perused over the Arts section.
"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," called Peygan.
Relena's mouth was filled with toothpaste foam, so Noin spoke on both of their behalves. "Thank you Peygan."
After another minute of brushing, Relena left her seat to the bathroom, and proceeded to rinse her mouth and wash her face. Her droopy eyes slowly perked up a little from the short walk through her penthouse. "We still have seven hours before the wedding. We still have plenty of time to get ready."
"True." Noin took a sip of her coffee. "But, it doesn't hurt to get up early after all, we have a lot to do."
"We have to get our hair done, and into our dresses. Not to mention, I still have to check that the reception hall is settled and ready," Relena said as she took her seat again.
"With you on top of things, no doubt everything will be perfect." Noin took another sip of her coffee.

Six thirty A.M. Heero had awaken and saw that he still had plenty of time to get ready for the wedding. He had enough time to do more research on Nova. He learned that Nova was no longer a CEO, but had resigned that position and accepted a demotion to being the head of the PR department. "What are you up to?" He kept typing away as he drank coffee.
Several news articles appeared as he read that the press release of this news was last night. She would become the head of PR starting this Monday. "I have decided that being a CEO in this company deserves a more qualified person for the position. Though I have been on top of things, I feel that I lack the energy to run this vast corporation with Maia Suartha, and the seven other members of the Board. A person with more experience than I should take my place. I wish to return to my place as PR Agent for the company," she said in the press release.
"She is up to something. But what, I can't figure out." Heero kept typing away. He applied for a position in the Preventers. Even though he had a knack for finding information on people, he realized that the Preventers would be a great asset to his observation of Nova Rokureno and Trista Meioh. The files that the Preventers were as thorough and in depth as any FBI or CIA file. They may have that information, and as a Preventer agent, he would have some form of access to it.
"I only hope that I can succeed."

Nine A.M. The alarm clock beeped as Quatre slowly opened his blue eyes. He stared at the clock. He still couldn't believe that time flew by so quickly. He didn't get back to the house he owned until two last night. He knew he had to get up. "I have to get ready for the wedding," he groaned to convince himself to get up. With slow reluctance, he managed to roll onto his side to stare at the window with the curtains already drawn back. The sun was bathing the room with warm, golden rays. He smiled at the beautiful outside as he saw the azure sky. White clouds ventured their way across the blue field, and two small birds danced high in the heavens with the clouds. "Nice day for an outdoor wedding," Quatre murmured to himself.
After another minute of staring at the sky, he managed to sit up in his comfy bed. He stretched his arms and made a great, big yawn. He rolled his neck and made a slight crack noise. "Oh geez. I seriously to work out more. I'm SO stiff." He moaned a little as he stood up and stretched some more. He shuffled across the room to his bathroom. He stared at his image. His hair was really tousled and he looked like he had been through a hurricane. He sighed and turned on the sink. He threw water on his face and rubbed his cheeks.
He took off his clothes and stepped into to the shower. The perfect temperature water rushed over him as he pour shampoo on his head. He scrubbed his head, and the rest of his body thoroughly. "Mmmm. This is a nice shower. Just what I need," he thought happily as he suddenly had the urge to sing. He remembered the nice seranade Dorothy did for him last night, and Carpenter songs popped into his head......
He was soon done, and wrapped himself in a fluffy green robe that hung on a railing. He had a red towel to dry off his hair. He stared out the window again and sighed as he opened it. Cool air fanned over him and the sunlight still beamed down on him to start drying his hair. His flaxen locks were soon naturally in his trademark hair style as he rubbed his hair with his towel. "I wish I could share this nice morning with everyone I love dearly," he sighed as he took a deep breath of the fresh air. "Heero, Duo, Wufei, Trowa, Dorothy..." His mind wandered as he thought of Dorothy again.
He still he couldn't believe how much she had changed. But so it was. They still disagreed about the necessity of conflict, but they did agree that in the end, there would be peace. Even if it was only a brief moment. He had another urge. Quatre walked over to his phone and decided to make an important call.

The phone rang. Beeeeeeeppp... beeeeeppp... beeeeeppp... The covers slowly moved off her head, as Dorothy stretched and yawned. She rubbed her eyes as she slid upwards until she sat in bed. She slowly leaned over to her phone and pressed it on. "Hello?" she said with her usual voice, only a little quieter since she was still tired.
"Hi Dorothy," said a sweet, familiar voice.
She smiled. "Hello, Quatre." She leaned against her bed post and wrapped herself with her blankets again.
"Just wondering how you were," was his response.
"I'm still a little tired, but I'm good. And you?"
"I'm good. Just wanted to ask you if you looked outside yet." Quatre had a cordless phone and walked back towards the window from his bedside table.
"No. I just got up."
"You did?" There a slight pause. "I'm sorry, I woke you up."
"Hmm. Hearing you talk to me again is worth waking up." Dorothy could picture him blushing a little, which he was. She stared out of the balcony window in her penthouse apartment. She lived only a few blocks from Relena and had managed to find a nice place of her own. "My, it is nice outside." A cool breeze entered her room, and her blue wind chimes twinkled it's little melody. She smiled as she remembered Quatre bought her the wind chimes after the brunch with Nova.
"I know. Just wanted to see if you looked. It's a perfect day for a wedding." Quatre had began dressing in his usual casual clothes.
"I have to agree. I think it was somehow meant to be this nice."
"As did I. Last night was fun, wasn't it?"
Dorothy laughed a little. "Yes. I thought it was funny when Milliardo and Duo were trying to out do each other. Of course, I enjoyed your singing, Quatre. Thank you again."
Quatre was still a little annoyed at Duo and Zechs flaunting themselves on stage. But at least, he and the other guys got a little revenge when they wooed back their dates. Although he was a little disturbed when Trowa and Heero went up to the mike. He couldn't quite understand why they were a little cruel in their choice of performance. "I'm worried about Trowa and Heero."
"I know. I tried to talk to Miss Relena last night." Dorothy and Quatre did notice that Trowa seemed to be glaring at Midii during the song. Heero focused straight at Relena's direction as he kept singing for 'American Woman' to go away.
"Did the talk work?" he asked.
"Not much. She tried to convince me that she wasn't at all bothered or aware anything was wrong. I know her well enough to know that it's bothering. She can't possibly be fine by it. Heero Yuy is on her mind too much and for too long for her to simply be oblivious to that."
"She's never been afraid of him before..." Quatre said as he left his room and down the stairs.
"It's not fear. He never noticed her before, but it seems he was making the separation line clear to her. It's obvious that he wants nothing more to do with her. She sees it now, and it's hurting her. Before, he accepted her and was ready to stand by her. But now... now he wants his distance," Dorothy said as she walked into her bathroom.
Quatre walked down the hallway towards the dining room. "I see what you mean." He saw that breakfast was being set on the table. He took his seat. "There's nothing much either one of can do about it. It's the same thing with Trowa."
"Yes. What happened with him and Miss Midii?"
"Trowa had no comment. Cathy told me what little she knew. She told me she met Midii three years ago. They were friends for a while, but she disappeared. Then Cathy met Midii again. It looks like Midii is upsetting Trowa somehow."
"Do you think you'll be able to figure out what's wrong?"
"I don't know, but I'll try very hard."

Trowa and Cathy woke up early like everyone else. "Trowa?"
"Yes, Catherine?"
"What is it between you and Midii?"
Trowa was silent at the mention of HER name. His eyes narrowed as he thought of that ten-year-old girl that had betrayed him those six years ago. 'How could she still be alive?' he asked himself before. "Nothing," he lied.
Catherine stared with suspicion at her young brother. "Don't pretend that nothing is wrong. You always do that, and I know it's not true. There is something that happened between the two of you and I won't stop until you tell me the truth. You know me well enough to know that I will do whatever I can to find out what is going on."
Trowa looked up at that determined girl. She'd do anything for him. Even if it meant walking through the billowing flames of Hell. She wasn't the sort to give up on anyone she loved, and Trowa meant a great deal to her. "Midii killed me." That was all he said as he left the small apartment that he lived in.
She could only stare at the closed apartment door. "Oh Trowa." She sat on the sofa, still staring at the door. 'What kind of darkness still clouds you? What sort of sorrow covers over you so thickly?' She turned her to the apartment window that overlooked the street. There were a few cars parked on both sides, and other cars drove down the small one way street. The sun was shining brightly over the humming community as people emerged from their abodes to embrace the new, Saturday morning. Children already flocked to the local playground and played their games.
The children walked down the street and turned towards the swings and basketball hoops to play a few games. Trowa walked among the throng and only walked. Not going to any particular place. He watched silently watched the kids merrily running to meet their friends. He saw a boy and a girl walking by him. "Here Tommy. I got a gift for you," smiled the girl. She handed him a key chain with a globe shaped charm.
"Thanks, Melissa." The boy put his house key on the chain and carefully slipped it into his pocket. They ran off together into the park. Trowa watched. A boy and girl, together. He could only think of the past. The things that happened nearly seven years ago.
It was just him and her. Two children alone in desolation. Betrayal was a sour dish that was difficult to swallow. Trowa lost his comrades. He showed no sorrow for their loss, but deep within himself, he missed them terribly. They showed him how to fight. He had always been a fighter, born the little soldier, all alone in the world. He fought to survive. But now it was more than the human desire and instinct to survive. He had to fight to move beyond the hazy, long ago past. "Midii. I won't let you destroy anyone. You are a spy, deep down, a spy. The betrayer and I will have to live with knowing what you've done to me." Trowa stared at the children at play.
"Hello Trowa," said that voice.
"Midii," he said with his general politeness. He was suspicious of her presence in his life. "I didn't expect you to be here."
Midii smiled slyly. "Of course not Trowa. I'm not a conventional woman."
"You never were." Trowa never looked at her. He stayed facing the children, with his back towards her.
"I see that you are as stoic and cold as you were. Still the soldier, killing and destroying the enemy."
"I see that you are still the spy. Doing whatever she can to survive, even if it means destroying thousands of lives. Are you and your family well?"
Midii was silent. "They're gone."
"Gone?" he remained his calm, unassuming self, but had a tinge of confusion.
"Father died two years ago. Alexi and Rudolph died in a fire when I was away. The only one left is Devon. Devon is my only reason to love anything anymore. But he's dying."
"Why is that?"
"He's ill. Only have three more months, the doctors say. He has been sick since he was a baby. It's a miracle he lived as long as he had."
"How's he being taken cared of?" Trowa was suspicious that she was being a spy and he was a target.
"I have a small part-time job. Just enough to get him a place at a hospice." She walked closer to Trowa, until she was next to him. "You know, I'm not as bad as you think."
"I want you to stay away from Catherine."
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"You know what I mean." He paused before he spoke again. "You are spy. Working for someone. You're doing what you can to stick by Cathy and me. Whatever it is, you had better stay away from us. I didn't kill you seven years ago, but don't think that you can tempt Fate again."
Midii stared at him thoughtfully. "Did you ever tell her what happened between us?"
"I won't. After all, the less she knows, the better. I don't want her to get mixed up in some crazy business you're up to. Last time I was with you, Alliance military destroyed hundreds of rebels."
"You killed some of them yourself." Midii was silent. She breathed deeply and spoke again. "Don't think that I've ever looked back on those days and saw how I've destroyed people."
"You've changed."
"And so have you Trowa." She walked around him in an interrogating manner. "You pretend to be so calm faced and unemotional. But Catherine has changed you. You have a heart that feels things. You wouldn't be so protective of her if you didn't have feelings. You fear me for some reason. Why is that?" She had made three turns around and finally stood in his face.
"You seem to know the answers. You can answer them yourself."
"You fear me because you know I've turned into you."
"Have you indeed?" Trowa simply looked at her.
"Yes, Trowa. I don't have the emotions to tie me down. I no longer feel remorse for anything I must do. I have nothing left to hold me back. I will do what I must to survive."
"I believe you would," he said.
"Good bye Nanashi." She walked away. Leaving Trowa a chill in his spine. It was already disturbing that Midii would destroy lives and feel guilty, but now she would destroy lives without a conscious thought for their well-being. He did have something fear. He feared a destroyer that would care less for anything.

Relena and Noin were changing into their dresses. Dorothy, Hilde, and Catherine arrived at the penthouse to visit the bride before the wedding. The four young women sat in Relena's living room. "I still can't believe the day is here," said Hilde.
"I know. I never imagined this day would come. And it's so wonderful outside. I don't think anything bad could ever happen," said Relena. She work a turquoise dress with spaghetti straps on her shoulders. She had a rose corsage in her hair and she had matching jewelry.
"How are you today, Relena?" asked Dorothy.
"I'm well, Dorothy. I'm rather excited with the wedding and all."
"I hope so. I'm eager to see Milliardo in his tuxedo. Didn't you say that he chose a white tux?"
Relena nodded the affirmative. "Of course. Don't be surprised when you see Lucrezia."
"Why?" asked Catherine.
"Well. Since she's marrying Milliardo, who is still Prince of the Sanc kingdom, she must be decked in jewelry and things." Relena and Milliardo still had their titles as Princess and Prince of the Sanc kingdom. Their descendants would continue carrying titles, however, they were allowed to pursue their lives the manner they wished.
"Wow! Princess Lucrezia. That has a nice ring to it," sighed Hilde as she wished she was a princess in real life.
"I guess it does," said Lucrezia as she emerged from Relena's spare bedroom. She was decked in an elegant, but simple dress. She wore a few diamond studded pieces of jewelry set in white gold. She wore heels that click-clacked on the floor. She had a simple veil over her face.
"Wow, Lucrezia. You look lovely. Picture perfect," said Sally. Since they were not on duty, they were free to address each other by first name.
"Thanks Sally."
"I guess we're ready to go."

The gundam pilots were cajoled into becoming ushers at the outdoor wedding in the botanical gardens. There were a few Peacecraft family friends, and members of the Preventers, who came to celebrate the union of their superiors. The ushers took their seats as the music began to play. They saw a little boy and girl, children of Countess Melinda de Bavroche, walk down the aisle. The countess was a distant relative of the Peacecrafts and the closest living family left for Relena and Milliardo.
Heero was a little stunned to see Relena walk down the aisle with a garland of daisies in her hair, and wearing a light blue dress. She wore matching shoes, and smiled as she took her place as maid of honor. The music changed as Lucrezia appeared. Beneath the veil, she was smiling joyfully as she saw her future husband waiting for her at the end. Step and step, she walked ever closer. The music sounded.
Noin was glowing with happiness as she saw Zechs waiting for her at the end of the aisle. "I'm going to Mrs. Milliardo Peacecraft in twenty minutes," Noin thought happily.
Suddenly, gunfire could be heard outside of the gardens. Immediately the Preventer agents spread out to deal with the noise. As they raced outside of the garden, they saw strange looking monsters appear. "What are those things?" asked a young man.
"I don't know, but they are not here for the cake. Fire!!" commanded an officer. They showered the monsters with barrages of gunfire.
Everyone within the garden were in a panic. They were surrounded by monsters that began a great battle. Lucrezia ran to Milliardo and Relena. The pilots and their dates also gathered. "What's going on?" asked little Mariemaya.
"I don't know," said Lady Une, as she held onto the little girl.
"Don't mind if we drop in." The monsters and Preventers moved the fight away from the wedding, leaving the political heads, and the wedding party alone. Five masked women in bodysuit uniforms appeared.
"Who are you?" growled Milliardo, irritated at these strange women.
"We are the Raptures of Paradise. And you, Mister Peacecraft, are no longer needed. None of you are needed anymore. Ladies?" said Avatar.
"I don't think so!" called a girl's voice.
"Who dares to interrupt me?"
A girl in a pink fuku appeared. "I'm the champion of love and justice. I am Sailor Chibi Moon. And I will punish you!" She did her usual sailor pose.
"Ha! You think you can defeat us?" laughed the leader. She wore a navy leather catsuit with a matching navy mask.
A woman with a red catsuit held a strange jet pack on her back with a rifle with a tube that attached it to the jet pack. "Feel the wrath of the goddess of Fire!!!!" Flames shot from the gun straight towards, Sailor Chibi Moon.
"Shine... Aqua...Illusion!" A voice shouted, and freezing water put out the flames. A thirty-something year old woman in a sky blue fuku appeared. Other women wearing different uniforms appeared.
The Gundam pilots stared suspiciously at these strange women. "Who are they?" asked Relena with concern. The pilots couldn't help noticing that these Sailor women seemed familiar.
"Heero?" asked Quatre.
"Hn?"
"Do you think these are the girls we met last year? Those girls that Sailor Celaeno and Sailor Pluto were talking about?"
"It's possible. They have the same uniform. Just different colors."
"Damn it! We have to get out of here," shouted the Flamethrower.
"Right," said Avatar. They all vanished. THe Preventers were running back into the wedding. One officer ran towards the pilots.
"We can't hold them back," apologized the officer.
"We'll take care of them," said a Sailor woman with a green fuku.
The monsters burst back into the garden. "Mercury... Icicle... Shower!" Shards of icicles flew through the air, and six were impaled to death by the knives of ice.
"Mars... Fire... Spin!" Sailor Mars touched her lips with her hand. Instead of blowing a kiss, she blew a barrage of fireballs at the monsters. Five were incinerated to ashes.
Heero and the others could only watch in amazement and worry at the power these women had. They weren't sure how to greet these women when the fighting ended. Quatre and the women were grateful. The other pilots were more reserved about these Sailor women. Why was it that they so conveniently appeared after the Raptures of Paradise appeared.
"Venus...Spark... eruption!" Little gold hearts appeared and as they flew away from Sailor Venus's hand, they exploded. The monsters were dazed and confused when they heard, "Jupiter... lightning...Strike!" A massive charge of lightning appeared from Sailor Jupiter's hands.
The three other scouts were surrounding Sailor Chibi Moon protectively. The Negaverse monsters were destroyed. The pilots held their guns at the Sailor Scouts. The three scouts surrounded Sailor Chibi Moon even more closely. "Gee.. you're welcome," said Sailor Jupiter with sarcasm.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Duo.
"The ones who saved your sorry asses," snarled Sailor Uranus.
Both sides were ready for a fight until Sailor Chibi Moon screamed, "STOP IT!!!!!" at several decibels above normal hearing. They all cringed at the voice. "Will you stop it? We're all good guys here. Don't forget the mission!"
Sailor Uranus looked down at Chibi Moon and gave her, her trademark grin. "Alright your highness."
"Your highness?" murmured Relena out of curiosity.
"We have no time for this. We must get going if we're going to track the Negaverse," continued Chibi Moon to the other Sailors. They all turned their backs towards the pilots and began to walk away.
"Where are you going?" asked Relena.
Chibi Moon turned around and smiled. "We have a mission." She walked closer and took Relena's hands in her own. "You must stay away, Princess. You could get hurt."
"What about you?"
"I was given a special destiny that I must fulfill." Chibi Moon turned to the others. "As for the rest of you," she spoke with a stern voice. "You must stay away from the Raptures. They are scout business. Don't even try touching them. They would destroy you all."
"Who are you to tell us what to do, little woman?" said Wufei. He was irritated that a younger girl would talk to him like she was his equal.
"I will NOT warn you again. You will die." Chibi Moon did a somersault and disappeared.
Even Quatre was getting a little worried by now. "They mean business. What are we going to do?" Quatre broke the eerie silence.
"We'll have to deal with this some other time," replied Lady Une.
"She's right," rpelied Noin. "We have a wedding to attend to."

"Damn! Those Sailor bitches had to get involved!" screamed Flamethrower. She paced the room angrily in her red uniform, without her mask.
"They certainly spoiled our fun," pouted Cat.
"What can we do? They took us by surprise," said Quint, who was wearing a forest green outfit.
Only Agent Une and Avatar were quiet. They reflected on the words of the others. "I have no doubt that they will certainly be a challenge. I have no doubts about the future of the plan," was all Avatar said.
"What? Did you see what they did to those daimons we had as backup? All eliminated!" Flamethrower continued with her tirade.
"That will be no obstacle."
"What?" cried Flamethrower, Quint, and Cat.
Agent Une nodded knowingly. "Of course ladies. We still have two things going for us."
"What's that?" asked Cat.
"The pilots don't trust the scouts, and the scouts are determined to take care of us without them interfering. Even if they manage to get together, we'll be able to find their weaknesses by then. Enough to take care of them," smiled Avatar.
"What's the other thing?" asked Quint.
"Agent Une." They turned to look at their teammate who soon left the room.

"Alright, ladies!" shouted Noin. "Time to catch the bouquet!" All the single women gathered in a massive group. All their dates grinned and sweat nervously. The single women were buzzing with eager grins and giggles.
Wufei groaned with annoyance. "What is with these stupid games? They're just as bad as some of those Chinese ones I've heard about."
"Chinese people have wedding games?" asked Quatre.
"Yes, and they are humiliating," replied Wufei. No one noticed the devious grin that crept Duo's face.
"Okay ready?" asked Noin. Her back was turned.
"Yes!!!!!!" replied thirty women.
"One... two... three..." Noin chucked the bouquet into the crowd. They all ran to catch the bouquet. It was a struggle for two minutes before someone shouted.
"I got it!!!!" cried a young woman.
"Oh no!" cried her date. His friends had sly grins on their faces.
"Your turns." Their dates reappeared at the table.
"Don't you dare make me go up there!" demanded Wufei.
"Come on!" pulled Sally.
"Injustice!" All of the single men were there. The five pilots tried to shrink into the back of the crowd of the twenty-five men. They were able to see Noin sitting in a chair. Milliardo was on his knees in front of her.
The emcee of the reception appeared with a microphone. "Now, we all know that the groom has to get the garter off his lovely wife." There were a few whistles, and whoo-hoo's from the rowdy single guys. "But... But!" he said to calm them down. "but, we decided to spice things up a little." There were a few yeah's in response. "Milliardo will NOT be taking it off with his hands." A few devilish grins appeared on the faces of the men in the room.
"What?" Milliardo replied horrified.
"That's right. You will take off the garter belt with... your... teeth!" Everyone laughed in excitement. "Play the music!" They began to play "Fever".
Milliardo looked a little red as he stared in Noin's face. She smiled a little as she lifted up her skirt. Within less than a minute, he was under her skirt, tugging at the garter belt with his teeth. There were cheers urging him on. His cheek touched the nylon covered legs of his new wife. 'She feels so good,' he couldn't help but think to himself as he pulled at the garter.
Noin could feel the warmth of his breath. She felt goosebumps of excitement. She could feel the garter closer to her knee. 'This feels a little familiar,' she alluded to the first time they made love. The sweet feeling of unending pleasure and rapture. Like a heavenly paradise, it wasn't just being a bedroom naked with him that was the paradise, but just being anywhere with him. "YEAH!!!!" the crowd cheered. She snapped back into reality as she looked to see Milliardo with the garter still between his teeth. He caught it, and held out a hand. She took it and he pulled her up.
"Milliardo Peacecraft!" The crowd cheered for his success. "Okay gentlemen. THe lucky guy who catches the garter gets to put it on this lovely young lady!" The emcee presented the lucky girl who caught the bouquet.
"Wow, she's a babe. I wanna get it!" said one guy.
"Yeah, she's something."
Her date glared at those two. Wufei noticed his bubbling anger. "I wonder who's going to catch it." He glared at Wufei and faced the front. Milliardo had his back turned.
"One..." he was ready to toss. "...two... three!" He threw the garter as hard as he could. The men scrambled to get it, but the garter planted itself in the hands of one of the pilots.
"Well, lucky you," smiled Wufei. The lucky pilot walked up front.
"Are you ready?" asked the emcee.
"Why not? She's my girlfriend," he replied.
"I see..." replied the emcee. "I'm sure you'd kill someone else if they caught it."
He smiled wickedly at the crowd of unlucky guys. "Maybe."
"Well, since Milliardo had to go through the same thing. You are going to put the garter on her with your teeth!" the crowd goes crazy. He smiles deviously at her.
"I know you, Duo Maxwell. I'm getting worried at what you're going to do," said Hilde.
"Well, since we're the center of attention, let's give 'em a real show."
"How I do end up these messes?" sighed Hilde.
"You wanted the bouquet. I wanted to make sure no one makes a move on my favorite girl in the universe," Duo replied.
The music to "Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing" began to play. "Alright, to spice things up more, we are going to blindfold you!" Duo was promptly blindfolded with a napkin. He twirled the garter on his finger. Then he lightly sniffed it and made a purring noise in Hilde's direction. She began blushing.
"Quatre would have a heart attack," snickered Catherine at her brother's best friend. Quatre blushed profusely. Dorothy only smiled in his direction.
Duo was allowed to put the garter on her ankle with his hands, but he had to go the rest of the way with his teeth. "Higher! Higher! Higher!" the guys chanted.
'If that's what the people want, who am I to deny them that?' he thought devilishly. He grunted a little as he tried to pull the garter up Hilde's leg. 'Hey, this is kinda turning me on,' he thought as he reached her knee.
'Knowing that Duo this sort of thing is turning him on,' sighed Hilde to herself. 'At least, I'm going to marry Duo!' she smiled.
'I have to torture Wufei sometime. Hmm..." he was brainstorming as he was finishing at the top of her knee. He was done, and emerged from under her skirt to cheers from the crowd.
"Not a bad show," teased Heero a little.
"Thanks, Yuy."
Agent Une was staring through the window of the reception hall. "You're all going to suffer soon. And you don't know it's even coming."

Author's note:
Hope you found the reception amusing to read as it was for me to write it. That scene is based on some weddings I've gone to where they play similar versions. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! What will happen to the pilots next? You'll have to wait for Chapter 14.