A/N : *sniff* It is a lost cause huh? *Waaaaaah!*

This piece is dedicated to Terra, Wordsmith, Pyro Neko Chan, Devylzangyl, Missy
8632001, Xellosalina, Amethyst, Frogi 1013, Elle-Fate2x1, Bleeding star
goddess <I want more Shinigami!>, Meg, Hella-Chan. Thanks for reviewing my
ficcy!

Disclaimers: I don’t own any famous characters… but if you want to give them to
me ;-)

Rating: PG-13 for now

Pairings: brief 3x4 future 2x1 if Duo cooperates

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, OOC, crossovers, Silliness, Bishounen ogling. Duo’s potty
mouth.

Status: Unbetaed

Barbie Dolls and Marzipan 3/?

Heero felt his shy smile fade as the boy…Duo stared at him so disdainfully. A
cruel sneer, painting his lips, as his eyes raked Heero up and down and clearly
found him wanting. Heero just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. This was
his future husband? It was obvious the boy hated him. The priest seemed to be
almost beside himself in glee and Relena was beaming.

“Ok everyone, take your places.” They stood in front of the happy priest, and
Heero stared at his shoes. How could he have ever imagined that a god like
that would ever want him?

“Class, we are gathered here today to witness the wedding of Duo Maxwell and
Heero Yuy. May this union join their souls in eternal bliss.” Duo glared at
his brother for really hamming it up.

“Duo Maxwell, do you take this boy, Heero Yuy, as your wi…um…mate for sickness
and health, for sorrow and joy, for poverty and wealth, never forsaking him for
another to cleave your body only unto him for as long as you both shall live?”
Duo snorted at his brother’s words but shrugged.

“Sure, whatever,” he muttered not noticing the glare of death Relena was
shooting him for his callous attitude.

“Heero Yuy, do you take this boy, Duo Maxwell, as your mate for sickness and
health, for sorrow and joy, for poverty and wealth, never forsaking him for
another to cleave your body only onto him for as long as you both shall live?”

Silence descended, and Duo frowned. What was taking him so long? Noticing the
boy anxiously twisting his fingers, he sighed and nudged him. The kid was
almost acting like this was important, like it was real, and suddenly Duo felt
embarrassed for his rude behavior. It wasn’t this boys fault that they were
stuck together.

“I…I do,” came the soft reply. And if the classroom hadn’t been so silent,
they never would have heard it.

Heero nervously waited for the next words. No matter what that priest said he
was determined to be the wife, which meant he would have to do what that girl
did.

“By the powers vested in me, by the Temple of Shinigami I pronounce you life
mates, you may kiss the um Heero, Duo.”

Heero gave a slight smile at the mention of the temple of Shinigami. It was a
small relatively unknown religion started by one of his Ancestors Akane Tendo.
It was an ancient order of Shinto that routinely acquired new priests by
advertising in the back of comic books.

%Genuine Priest’s License, shock and wow your friends by holding your very own
ritual of death! Just 50 cents for the examination booklet. Priest’s outfit
extra%

Gathering his courage Heero threw his arms around Duo and kissed him like he
had always wanted to kiss. You know that “Princess Bride, Cinderella, Sleeping
Beauty” fairy tale kiss that marked the beginning of every happily ever after.
Barely seconds had passed when with a low growl Duo responded by pulling the
other boy close and ravishing those oh so tempting lips. Everything else was
forgotten, the fact that they were in the middle of a crowded classroom, the
fact that his brother was probably taking notes, the fact that he knew he was
straight. All that faded away at the touch of Heero’s lips.

TBC…?

At first I thought my writing was a lost cause but I decided as long as
somebody is still reading my stuff I’ll continue writing for them so please
review! Little Manga Neko

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