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Every Little Girl Dreams (Hazumu/Tomari)
Comm: none; I started writing it for porn_battle and then couldn't write the sex, so it became a fluffy gen story. Prompt: "Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~, Hazumu/Tomari, bridegroom."
Words: 619
Title: Every Little Girl Dreams
Fandom: Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~
Pairing: Hazumu/Tomari
Rating: G
Spoilers: implied for end of series
Disclaimer: Kashimashi is the property of Satoru Akahori and Yukimaru Katsura. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "Do you like it? Would you wear it to our wedding?" Tomari asked eagerly. I sputtered.
It had been hard to get here, no one would argue that. To know that one's life depends on undying love was a hard thing to wake up and deal with every day. But to know that one's lover will never forsake one, that was something I got to live with every day. The gift of life. It wasn't something to be wasted. It was something to be treasured.
Not that getting along with Tomari was as easy as loving her. On the contrary.
"Hazumu, but you would look so cute in this dress!" she said, pointing to the magazine. The dress was beautiful-- she did have good taste. It had a sailboat neckline across the front and dipped dangerously across the back. The train was short and modern. The color was gardenia white.
"It's pretty... but why did you get an American bridal magazine, anyway?" I asked. She shrugged.
"Dresses in America are cutting-edge," Ayuki said knowledgably. (Was there any subject she didn't know at least a little about? I had been unable to find one.)
"Do you like it? Would you wear it to our wedding?" Tomari asked eagerly. I sputtered.
"Tomari-chan, we're still in high school!" I said.
"Girls like to talk about weddings," Asuta said, glad he could insert himself into the conversation. "My girlfriend talks about getting married all the time."
"That's because your girlfriend is engaged," I pointed out. He grinned broadly.
"Well, no reason to wait, is there?"
"I thought it would be nice to do some college first," I said.
"That's a boy thing to think," Yasuna said, pouting just a little. "Girls dream about their wedding for years. We have it all planned. The gown, the hair, the attendants... I've known what songs I want to dance to for years."
"Even you, Tomari-chan?" I asked, turning to the girl still gazing down at the photo. She blushed furiously.
"Of course I did. I'm a girl, aren't I?"
"Well, what did you dream about?"
"A white horse, a long train... the usual stuff," she mumbled. "A handsome man in a dapper tuxedo to carry me off..."
Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd said, but I smiled. Tomari loved me for a long time, man and woman, so it was unsurprising that she'd dreamed of marrying a man. I hadn't anticipated my transformation, after all.
"I could wear a tuxedo," I said. "My father would probably cry, but he does that anyway."
"If you're wearing one, I'm wearing one!" Tomari said, blushing even brighter. "I'd feel silly if you were in a tux and I wasn't."
"Well, which one of you is the man?" Asuta said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "I'd bet Tomari, even though Hazumu was male--"
I opened my mouth to protest as the rest of my traitorous friends nodded agreement, even Tomari.
"The man wears the tuxedo," Ayuki said. "At least, in American weddings."
"But Tomari-chan would look too cute in a wedding gown!" I burst out, and my beloved smiled.
"And you'd get to take her garter off, how about that?" Asuta said, elbowing me and doing the eyebrow thing again. Tomari hit him, but not so hard he wouldn't wake up again. She grabbed my hand.
"Do you really think so?" she asked. I nodded.
"A wedding gown it is!" she said with finality. "And we'll find a cute dress for you!"
"Not too many ruffles," I said, resigned. I'd been dressed up as a girl often enough in my youth to figure out that it is quite hard to get her to budge.
"Not too many ruffles," my wife-to-be agreed.
"Whose name would you take?" Ayuki asked, and I blinked, and groaned.
Words: 619
Title: Every Little Girl Dreams
Fandom: Kashimashi ~Girl Meets Girl~
Pairing: Hazumu/Tomari
Rating: G
Spoilers: implied for end of series
Disclaimer: Kashimashi is the property of Satoru Akahori and Yukimaru Katsura. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "Do you like it? Would you wear it to our wedding?" Tomari asked eagerly. I sputtered.
It had been hard to get here, no one would argue that. To know that one's life depends on undying love was a hard thing to wake up and deal with every day. But to know that one's lover will never forsake one, that was something I got to live with every day. The gift of life. It wasn't something to be wasted. It was something to be treasured.
Not that getting along with Tomari was as easy as loving her. On the contrary.
"Hazumu, but you would look so cute in this dress!" she said, pointing to the magazine. The dress was beautiful-- she did have good taste. It had a sailboat neckline across the front and dipped dangerously across the back. The train was short and modern. The color was gardenia white.
"It's pretty... but why did you get an American bridal magazine, anyway?" I asked. She shrugged.
"Dresses in America are cutting-edge," Ayuki said knowledgably. (Was there any subject she didn't know at least a little about? I had been unable to find one.)
"Do you like it? Would you wear it to our wedding?" Tomari asked eagerly. I sputtered.
"Tomari-chan, we're still in high school!" I said.
"Girls like to talk about weddings," Asuta said, glad he could insert himself into the conversation. "My girlfriend talks about getting married all the time."
"That's because your girlfriend is engaged," I pointed out. He grinned broadly.
"Well, no reason to wait, is there?"
"I thought it would be nice to do some college first," I said.
"That's a boy thing to think," Yasuna said, pouting just a little. "Girls dream about their wedding for years. We have it all planned. The gown, the hair, the attendants... I've known what songs I want to dance to for years."
"Even you, Tomari-chan?" I asked, turning to the girl still gazing down at the photo. She blushed furiously.
"Of course I did. I'm a girl, aren't I?"
"Well, what did you dream about?"
"A white horse, a long train... the usual stuff," she mumbled. "A handsome man in a dapper tuxedo to carry me off..."
Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd said, but I smiled. Tomari loved me for a long time, man and woman, so it was unsurprising that she'd dreamed of marrying a man. I hadn't anticipated my transformation, after all.
"I could wear a tuxedo," I said. "My father would probably cry, but he does that anyway."
"If you're wearing one, I'm wearing one!" Tomari said, blushing even brighter. "I'd feel silly if you were in a tux and I wasn't."
"Well, which one of you is the man?" Asuta said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "I'd bet Tomari, even though Hazumu was male--"
I opened my mouth to protest as the rest of my traitorous friends nodded agreement, even Tomari.
"The man wears the tuxedo," Ayuki said. "At least, in American weddings."
"But Tomari-chan would look too cute in a wedding gown!" I burst out, and my beloved smiled.
"And you'd get to take her garter off, how about that?" Asuta said, elbowing me and doing the eyebrow thing again. Tomari hit him, but not so hard he wouldn't wake up again. She grabbed my hand.
"Do you really think so?" she asked. I nodded.
"A wedding gown it is!" she said with finality. "And we'll find a cute dress for you!"
"Not too many ruffles," I said, resigned. I'd been dressed up as a girl often enough in my youth to figure out that it is quite hard to get her to budge.
"Not too many ruffles," my wife-to-be agreed.
"Whose name would you take?" Ayuki asked, and I blinked, and groaned.