I hope you like this short story of ichihime !!
"But aren't we too y-young to get m-m-married?" she stuttered, blinking her large, gray storming eyes. "We're not even f-five years old yet!"
Her prospective fiancé scrowl and crossed his arms. "So what .. you know Anybody can get married as long as there's one boy, one girl, two rings and someone to say 'I now pronounce you husband and wife 'It's that easy."
Pressing her fingers together awkwardly, the little bride looked down at them in shame. "oh...," she whispered. Chancing a peek at her demanding groom, she looked up at him through her thick veil of eyelashes as she stammered a new question. "Do I have to m-marry you?"
"Well, duh," the tiny groom snapped, rolling his brown eyes to the sky with impatience. "My parents and your older brother even say so."
"Really?"
"Yeah, that's what my okansan told me. You calling her a liar?" the tiny groom accused, scrowling at his fiancé.
The little bride waved her hands placatingly and did her best to take her offensive words back. "No it's not like that!!"
"So let's go get married," the tiny groom said, as if the issue were settled. He grabbed her hand and started dragging her off somewhere.
The little bride dug her bare feet into the soft summer grass and leaned back to put up resistance. "I thought we needed someone to s-say 'Im now prune-ounce you' – "
"Kon can do it," the tiny groom insisted his stuff animal lion name kon ,tugging harder on his reluctant fiancee's sweaty hand. "And it's pronounce, stupid. Like promise."
"Oh sorry ...what about the rings?"
Pulling her around the corner of the house, the tiny groom proceeded directly toward an awning in the backyard completely covered in blue-ish-pink climbing roses. On the petal-sprinkled bench beneath the arching display of roses sat the tiny groom's teddy bear, ready and waiting to proceed over the nuptials. "I've already got them. Stop dragging your feet Hime !"
"But – !"
Finally coming to a halt underneath the awning, the tiny groom released his bride's hand and commanded "Stay there! I'll be right back."
Before the little bride could object, the groom walked to the left side of the awning and, careful not to prick his stubby fingers, plucked a single rose in full bloom from its stem. He carried it back over to his bride and held it out to her, pinched between two of his fingers.
"Hold this," he instructed.
The little bride received the blooming gift, but dropped it almost immediately. "It has thorns!" she complained, holding up a finger oozing with fresh blood.
Spotting the tears welling in her eyes, the tiny groom reached out and took hold of her hand once more. Bringing her injured finger up to his lips, he gently blew on it and kissed the spot with tender care. "All better?"
Sniffling only a little, the little bride nodded and wiped the un-spilled tears away with her other hand. She offered him a huge smile and reassurances "All better ichigo-kun!!."
"Good," the tiny groom replied, picking the rose up off the ground again. He proffered it to her once more and warned "Be careful this time."
Nodding, the little bride accepted the flower without another word, this time gripping it between the thorns.
"Okay, now the wedding is going to start. Ready?"
The little bride nodded again and allowed her groom to hold her free hand as they both turned to face their stuffed pastor.
A few moments of silence passed before the tiny groom leaned toward his bride and whispered "Kon wants to know if you take me for your awful bedded husband."
"Um...o-okay," the little bride replied, unsure of anything else to say.
The tiny groom corrected her quickly. "No, you have to say 'I do.'"
"Oh, then I do," she said
The tiny groom reached out and brought her right hand forward and slipped a plastic ring with no stone on her ring finger. "There," he said, turning back to his stuff animal lion.,
After a few more seconds of no words passing between them, the tiny groom replied to the words that only he could hear. "I do, too," he said.
"don't I have to put a ring on your finger too?" the little bride queried.
Snorting, the tiny groom shook his head. "Rings are for girls, silly ! Boys can't wear them."
"Oh, r-right."
Twittering birds were the only sound while Kon made his final silent proclamations. The tiny groom reported everything said to his bride. "Okay, Kon says that we're now Husband and wife And we gotta kiss. On the lips."
"Um...o-okay."
Leaning toward his little wife, the tiny husband puckered up his lips and waited for a response.
Tentatively, the little wife puckered up as well and, with only a little bit of hesitation, bumped their noses together. "S-Sorry!" she apologized, backing up and trying again. This time, their lips connected properly for a whole three seconds.
Leaning back, both youngsters wiped their mouths simultaneously with the backs of their hands.
"Okay, we're married now," the tiny husband proclaimed. "That means you gotta stop liking Ishida"
The little wife blushed a brighter pink than the rose she still held in her hand. "But you never said – "
"It's too late," the tiny husband scoffed, a self-satisfied grin on his face. "You're my wife now. That means you're not allowed to love anybody else but me. It's even more important than a pinky promise."
Blinking in bewildered awe, the little wife said "Wow...That's a big promise!"
"Yep, and you have to keep it forever, too," the tiny husband explained, holding up a knowledgeable finger.
"Forever?"
"Yep. Until we die."
"That's a long time..."
"Orihime-chan!" a loud, thundering female voice called who was ichigo mother . "Ichigo ! Lunch is ready!"
"Time to go in, Ichigo-kun " orihime said gently as she tugging gently on the hand that was still clasped in the fingers of her new husband.
"Fine, but don't forget; you have to love me forever, Hime ," Ichigo reminded her, glaring sternly.
Nodding fervently, Orihime agreed. "I promise, Ichigo"
The end.
I hope you like it.
