Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic][Tenchi Muyo] Tenchi Muyo!: Exile #3 "Makiya and Naoki"
From: "Trakal" <trakal@map.com>
Date: 2/16/1998, 6:01 PM
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Disclaimer: 
Tenchi Muyo!/No Need For Tenchi is a product of Pioneer/AIC. 
Tenchi Muyo and the characters within were created by 
Kajashime Masaki.

Note: An uchikake is the over-kimono worn by a Japanese bride. 
Usually a number of other kimonos <at least 3 according to a 
Japanese couple who posted a web-page about their wedding in 
detail> are worn beneath it.

Note 2: A haori-hakama is the wedding outfit worn by a 
Japanese groom.


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	Naoki Kokomori rose from slumber, yawning and 
stretching. He took a deep breath and turned to the
door of his bedroom where the haori-hakama hung. He 
stripped off his night clothes and slipped into his
wedding clothes. As he dressed, he thought of his bride,
Makiya Tanaka. He wondered what her uchikake would look
like. She'd be pretty in anything, he told himself. He 
had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the
door. "Yes?" He asked.
	"My I come in?" Tenchi's voice asked from the
hall.
	"Sure." Naoki smiled as he replied.
	Tenchi walked in. "Wow!" he said. "You look great."
	"I'll let you borrow it when you marry Ryoko." 
Naoki joked.
	"But, I'm not..."	
	"Why not. You two *are* in love, after all."
	"Excuse me." Tenchi wandered out of the room.
	In the hallway, he ran into Yosho. 
	"Tenchi, what is the matter?" Yosho asked. 
	"Naoki thinks I should ask Ryoko to make it a 
double wedding." Tenchi sighed.
	"I see. And what do you think...?"
	"Well.. um... I..."
	"I see. "Yosho said, resignedly. "Very well. 
We'll wait for fifteen minutes to give you and Ryoko time 
to get ready."
	"I'm *NOT* getting married!" Tenchi told nobody
as Yosho made his way to Naoki's room.	
	

	"Naoki," Yosho asked from the doorway. "You almost
ready?"
	Naoki gulped in cold fear, but replied. "Yes."


	In another bedroom, Makiya Tanaka was getting dressed.
She had five kimonos on, and now Ayeka was helping her into her 
uchikake. It was a good thing, too, since Makiya could hardly 
move her arms. She smiled to herself, then sighed as the 
traditional wig and bridal headdress were set in place. They 
were heavy, but Naoki was worth the discomfort.