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.
	"I hope Naoki's okay." She said, as Washu walked in, 
wearing a very nice outfit she'd selected for the wedding. "What
do you think he's doing right now?"
	"Probably breathing into a paper bag." Washu shrugged.

	Naoki was breathing into a paper bag. This didn't come as
a surprise to anyone else, but it sure as heck was a surprise to 
him. 
	"I was once," he said, between bouts of anxiety attacks, 
"The bravest operative the Galaxy Police ever knew. I faced..." 
another pause, "...some of most dangerous criminals in the Galaxy
without flinching." Another pause.  "Now, I'm getting married," A
very long pause, this one with a lot of rapid breathing into the
paper bag. "...and I'm scared to death." he concluded
	There was a knock on the door, and the former Galaxy Police
Operative nearly jumped a foot straight up.
	"It's just me." Tenchi told him. "Grandpa sent me make sure 
you made it to the shrine."
	"Thank you." Naoki nodded as he stood up and brushed out any
wrinkles his clothes may have obtained by sitting down. He left the
room and Tenchi followed, ready to offer support should he decide 
that
fainting would be a good idea at some point during the walk to the 
shrine.
	Naoki and Tenchi made it to the shrine and Naoki took his
place at the ceremonial setting.

	
	A moment later, Tanaka joined them. She knelt before Naoki and
bowed to him in respect.
	He looked down at her, eyes filled with love and tenderness.
	Sasami stepped foward with three cups of sake stacked one atop
the other and placed them on the altar. Then, she quietly stepped 
aside.
	Naoki and Tanaka knelt side by side at the altar and Yosho 
stood over them.
	Yosho recited a total of nine prayers. At the end of each, they
both took a sip of sake, three from each cup. Then, Naoki recited the
vows, according to custom. Since Tanaka couldn't move her arms much, 
because of the multiple kimonos she was wearing, Naoki had to hold 
the 
cup for her.
	
	When the last cup was drained, the ceremony was over and it was 
now time for the reception. Of course there was the traditional cake 
to 
be cut, but in order to do that, Tanaka had to first change into a
western-style dress, which was less restrictive. Once she was in her 
reception gown, the newlyweds cut the cake, which elicited a cheer 
from the others present.
	
	"Isn't this romantic?" Ryoko asked, leaning on Tenchi.
	Tenchi gulped.