A/N: Ohhhh-kay so... yeeee-ah. I be late, I know... and I am supremely sorry. Truly. I just got caught up with... stuff. Like preparing to move (which my family still hasn't done. My dad has a new job, and so I guess we're staying for a few more months or something. Gah, I dunno.), finishing up the school year, and becoming engrossed with Heroes and Doctor Who. Ya, I am now unhealthily fixated on Heroes and irreversibly in love with The Doctor. Particularly the Ninth. I mean, I adore Ten too, of course, more than words can tell... but I really, really love Nine. Loads. Err, but you guys don't care about that so... um, yeah. I'm sorry for being so late with this final chapter. My utmost apologies.

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Chapter 11: Here Comes The...

"I'm not wearing a dress. I refuse." L stated firmly, pushing aside the yards of lacy effeminate nightmare with visible disdain.

"Oh, and you say I'm no fun?" Raito huffed, hugging the article of clothing closer protectively. "Come on, it's pretty." L turned an incredulous gaze on his lover.

"So then why don't you wear it?" He questioned. Raito blinked, then looked aside thoughtfully. L rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on for the first time in... well, probably his whole life. Raito was intelligent, no doubt of that, but sometimes he could be so... soooo...

"I don't think I have the hips for it." Raito replied, looking back down at the dress. Yeah. That completed L's thought nicely.

"Raito, your hips are perfectly lovely. And I am not wearing a dress. Ever. Remove this fantasy from your mind." L instructed, finality in his voice. Raito let out a deep, long-suffering sigh.

"Fine." He folded up the dress and placed it back in it's box. Lifting the thing up he headed for the door, muttering under his breath.

"What? What did you just say?" L blinked over in amazement, Raito paused halfway out the door.

"Uh... nothing." He replied uneasily.

"Odd, I could've sworn you just said 'Now I owe Sayu fifty bucks' in an irritated tone."

Raito turned bright red and hurriedly exited. L shook his head and went back to writing addresses on invitations.

"You're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. It's bad luck." Raito said, straightening his tie and glancing over his shoulder at L. The dressing room was quiet, the noises of the crowd outside muffled by the thick walls. L was, as a rarity, dressed in a tux. He was still barefoot, but Raito forgave him that. It was pretty hot out, being Hawaii, and Raito was rather tempted to ditch his own shoes.

"So you're the bride then?" L raised an eyebrow.

"No." Raito rolled his eyes, "But you coming here means I see you, obviously." A brief silence. Then,

"Why must I be the bride?" L asked curiously.

"Because I'm the one who proposed." Raito stated matter-of-factly.

"Ah..." L trailed off, "but I'm the one who-"

"If you finish that sentence then I swear you will walk down the aisle with a black eye." Raito growled.

"So abusive of your bride, Raito-kun. How coarse." L quipped. Time was, Raito would've groaned and perhaps felt the urge to bang his head against something. Now however, on the day of his wedding, he turned around to look at L. L, who was leaning casually in the doorway, his face serene but a playful smile dancing in his coal black eyes. And Raito laughed. A gentle, affectionate sort of laugh entirely unlike the manic explosions of his former serial-killer self.

"You're such a weirdo, L."

"And yet you're marrying me." L placed a thumb to his lips thoughtfully. Raito crossed the room in a few quick strides, and placed a hand on L's shoulder lovingly.

"Yeah. I am. Guess that makes me a weirdo too." He leaned in, so that his breath brushed L's lips as he spoke. "Quite the pair, aren't we? A couple of weirdos... Couldn't be more perfect, could it?" L's eyelids slid down until only a sliver of his heated gaze shone through.

"No." He whispered, "I don't think it could."

The wedding band began to play.

"So then, and you're not gonna believe this, but then Mello goes up to the guy all 'Well if that's not it then why the fuck did you stop the car?' and the guy's like, no seriously, the guy's like all embarrassed and he says 'I... thought you were a hooker.' Man! Can you believe that!? And you shoulda seen Mel's face, he was all-" Matt's drunken story, which he was telling to a very interested Sayu, was cut short when a pissed off Mello dumped the punch bowl over his head.

"It was dark! That car was going like, forty miles an hour!" He protested. Sayu erupted with giggles, and a beaming Matt pushed his wet bangs out of his face.

"Man, this ish like... the greatest wedding reception, man. Open bar, Hawaiian sunset... Hey, hey Sayu." Matt slurred, "Guessh what I saw?"

"What?" Sayu asked as Mello stomped off furiously, probably going to bitch at Near, who was seated at a table close to the dance floor.

"I saw, no seriously, I totally saw a monkey over there." Matt pointed at a small copse of trees a little ways away from the party.

"Ohhh, really?" Sayu raised an eyebrow, sarcasm heavy in her voice. Matt grinned widely at her.

"Tooootally. Hey, you wanna go check it out?" He asked hopefully, pushing his goggles down around his neck. Sayu looked up into his shining, happy eyes.

"Aw what the hell, you're adorable. Sure, lets go." She took his arm and the two disappeared behind the softly waving palms. Nobody else noticed them leaving because Near, who hadn't known that the drink Matt had ordered for him earlier was alchoholic, had just started frenching an astounded but not objecting Mello.

"It appears that we are no longer the center of the attention." L murmured to Raito as they sat in their seats at the main food table. The wedding cake was just about gone, and Raito would've sworn that at least half of it had been into L's mouth.

"Yeah, who would've thought?" Raito shrugged.

"Actually I found it rather obvious." L observed, taking another bite of his cake.

"Well, I suppose you have known them longer than I have."

"True." L smiled slightly. A peaceful lapse in conversation settled over them, the fading sunlight warm against their faces, the cool scent of the ocean overpowering the dinner set. The background of tinkling glasses, dancing feet, and soft music was a gorgeous setting. L felt a sudden nudge to his arm, and glanced over at Raito. "Yes?" Smiling seductively, Raito slipped something out from under the table. A bottle. Of strawberry syrup.

"Hotel room?" Raito offered lightly. L looked up, locking eyes with him.

"I should say so." He responded.

Silently and gracefully, the newlyweds rose and slipped away.

END.

A/N: Short, I know but... Well, I did say Wedding clip. And no, your brains are not deceiving you, I did slip in some Matt/Sayu. FEAR MY INSANITY. xDDD I dunno, I saw the opportunity and was just like 'When the hell am I ever gonna get a chance like this again?' So I went with it. The Mello/Near was inevitable, it's my OTP of all time, so of course it was gonna happen. And yes, this is the end. I'm sorry for those of you who would like more but... well, all good things must come to an end eventually. Hope you all enjoyed it! And please, drop a review on your way out!