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Giorno stared at himself in the mirror. He had on nothing but black slacks at the moment, and was looking at his chest. The formerly purple scarring across his chest was golden, and didn't provide him any pain. Nervously, he put on the white dress shirt and then his black suit jacket.
"I still think you should've worn a pink suit." Requiem's voice echoed in his head, and Giorno smiled. "No, Trish is already wearing black and pink." Requiem has been in his head ever since that day, and Giorno honestly doesn't mind it. It just likes to fight and take care of Giorno. However, it does have a habit of nagging Giorno about him taking care of himself. It's a great friend nonetheless. "Requiem, do you know how to tie a tie?"
"Not at all. Good luck." Giorno stared at his black and gold tie, he'd find Mista and have him help out. In the meantime, Giorno put on his golden boutonniere and combed out his hair. He had no plans to put up his three doughnuts today and was going to let Trish do his hair. He walked from the room he was in to the one across the hall and opened the door. Giorno was hit with a wave of nail polish, and he furrowed his brows, "Trish?"
"Sup!" Trish's head popped up, she was behind Narancia's hair with a multitude of hair products around them. Well, Giorno will get his nails painted as well then. "Have you seen Mista?"
"Taking a shit." Narancia answered, and Trish grimaced, "You could've just said he's in the bathroom." There was a flush from behind a closed door and Mista came in looking satisfied. He had a maroon suit with a blue boutonniere and shirt. Trish didn't look up, "Did you wash your hands?"
"Of course I washed my hands!" He glanced over, "Oh, hey Gio." Giorno pointed to his undone bow tie, and Mista tied it up. "Thanks. Have you gotten to see Abbacchio or Bucciarati?"
"Abbacchio has only seen Tiziano, but I've gotten to see Bucciarati." Trish popped into the conversation, "Hey, you didn't tell me that! What was he wearing, how did he look?"
"He wasn't dressed yet. He was looking at his back."
"Oh…" Trish looked back at Narancia's nails. Giorno supposed that Bucciarati was thinking of things, not unlike Giorno.
Giorno looked at Bucciarati’s back, "Are you sure about this? What if it doesn't work?" A month later, when Giorno was doing better, Bucciarati had asked something of him. He wanted Giorno to try and heal his mind and his back with his newfound abilities.
Bucciarati responded gently, "If it doesn't work, then that's that. No harm no foul." Giorno shook his head, "What if it makes you worse?"
"It won't." Giorno couldn't guarantee that, though.
"I won't force you to do this, of course." Bucciarati said calmly, "I'd rather you do this in good faith than because you think you have to." Giorno took a breath. "Okay. I'm going to try. Please… tell me if I hurt you." Giorno put his hands on the top of Bucciarati's head and pushed magic through to him. Almost immediately, Bucciarati dug his nails into his palm and Giorno stopped. "I told you to tell me if I hurt you."
"Your healing always hurts. This is never a fun process."
"Oh." Giorno said softly, "Right. Okay, then tell me if it hurts more than usual."
Giorno continued and Bucciarati's head emitted a soft golden glow. Bucciarati grunted, but did not tell Giorno to stop. It only took a minute or so for the magic to run its course and stopped glowing. "Do you… feel any different?" Bucciarati shook his head, then stopped. "Wait… there is some clarity in the back of my mind. I think, at least. I don't know. Finding out if my mind is fixed or not isn't the easiest thing to do. When I go for my next checkup, I'll see. I can, however, guarantee that I don't feel any worse. Now, onto my back." Giorno nodded, and put his hands on Bucciarati's back. The bright glow of his magic returned. And when it died down, Giorno gasped, and Bucciarati careened his neck to try and see. "What? What happened?"
"I… I closed the wounds." Bucciarati stood up and went to his bathroom with Giorno in tow. The wounds had now scarred up, and Bucciarati stared at them. "Hm." Bucciarati closed his eyes and strained. He opened them. "Well, my back feels great now! I cannot access my wings, however." Giorno widened his eyes, "What? I took your wings away?" Bucciarati quickly shook his head, "No. No, don't say that. If I'm flightless, then that's that."
"But… you just got them back!"
"And I spent a decade without them. I don't feel sick, nor does my back hurt. This is worth more than that. At the end of the day, I still feel whole inside, and to me that's good enough." He turned back to Giorno, and hugged him tightly. "Thank you for this."
Giorno knows that for as easily as Bucciarati made out taking the loss of his wings to be, that it was most likely not the whole truth. He hoped that Bucciarati was really okay; he was prone to hiding how he felt. "Okay, I'm done with you." Trish said to Narancia. He looked at his orange nails before showing them to Giorno, "Look!" Trish clicked her tongue, "If you move and they mess up, I'm not fixing them. Now shoo, I've gotta do Giorno's hair and where is Fugo? He started getting dressed before all of us!" Giorno remembered what Fugo had told him before he disappeared off into who knows where, "He wanted to do his hair on his own." Trish sighed, "No no, we didn't want to get our hair professionally done so at the very least I can do it. Oh God he's probably put so much gel in his hair right now. Ah… Giorno, I'll do your hair and Mista, go get Fugo."
"Trish," Giorno looked at her warily, "You know you can ask Tiziano for help with hair and makeup."
"Then I'll do Fugo's hair and Tiziano will do yours." Giorno groaned, "But Tiziano pulls when he does my hair."
"No he doesn't," Trish gave him a smile, "You're just tender-headed. You'll be fine."
Giorno looked at his hair in the mirror. It was slicked back in the front and all down in the back. He looked great, essentially, and Tiziano didn't even make it hurt all that bad. Narancia was standing next to him, smiling and nudging him, "We look gooood." Narancia had his normally wild hair tamed to an extent, brushed back and pulled into a puff; an orange tie, corsage, and nails were accenting his black suit. He and Narancia posed, and Narancia snapped a few pictures on his phone.
"Trish I'm going to punch you!"
"Your head is full of knots! What were you even doing with your hair?!"
"Awh shut up!"
"I'll pass you over to Tiziano!" Tiziano was sitting in the corner, and fake pouted, "First off, I'm great at doing hair. Second off, don't be rude. I have to go back to Abbacchio, and I used my valuable time to help you. How rude." Trish huffed, "Thanks, Tiziano. Fugo I'm slicking your hair back, too. It's cute on Gio so it'll look good on you too." Fugo groaned, but Trish ignored it. "Fine, but I'm still combing it back."
"No I don't want to look like Giorno, we need to look different." Trish gave him back his usual bangs in the front of his face but then put them to the side. "Thoughts on that?" Fugo looked at himself in his phone camera, and almost smiled. "Hey, not half bad. Thanks." Fugo stood up; he had a similar suit to Narancia and Giorno's with the black suit, black shirt, and a purple tie and boutonniere. Trish was also wearing a suit (they all needed to match, after all), with hers being a deep pink and having a black shirt. Her corsage was slightly bigger than the rest, and it was pink and white flowers. It was completely unfair that Trish always looked better than the rest of them. She looked at herself in the mirror, "I look great! Now we need to put the ties on Mr. Smith and Gold Experience." Giorno winced, "Why do we need to give them ties?"
"They need to match the theme! Now go get your frog. He and Mr. Smith are probably gossiping or something." Giorno resigned himself and left the room. He knows where the pets are - in another room somewhere in this (very good) beach house. He made a right, and opened a door to see Marisol sitting with Gold Experience in her palm. She had already gotten the tie on him, and Rita was there feeding Mr. Smith. Marisol was wearing navy blue, with Rita wearing purple. "Oh, hi Abuelita. Hi Miss Rita." Marisol and Rita turned to the doorway, and Marisol smiled. "Good morning, Giorno! You're looking dashing." Rita gave him a nod, "Yep, looking nice."
"I came here to put the ties on the boys but you two are already doing it. You two have seen Bruno and Abbacchio, right?" Rita pursed her lips, "I'm not telling you what he's wearing."
"Please?"
"No." Well, he tried. "How's it going with Mr. Smith?"
"He won't let me put on his tie. I'm gonna let Marisol do it at this point. I've given up." Marisol smiled gently. "He seems to like you more than me, if you can't do it, I don’t believe I will have much luck either." Giorno looked around, "Where are Julio and Ari?" Marisol pointed out the door. "They're in the room I put them in, Ari is worried about being the flower girl." Giorno had helped Ari pick out her blue rose dress, and she looked cute in it when they tried it on.
"We have the animals covered, Gio," Rita said, "You can relax for now. Have you gone over your speech?" Oh right that thing he didn't want to look at that was burning a hole in his suit pocket. "Nope."
"Go over it." Giorno left the room to avoid that topic, "Bye Abuelitas!" Giorno had said he'd say the speech on behalf of all of the kids, why in the world did he agree to that? That was the dumbest thing he had ever said! He ran into Squalo on his way back to the others, and all his uncle said was, "You need to go over your speech." He knows that! Giorno isn't even Bucciarati's best man, this should be Mista's job.
Dying makes you do crazy things.
Giorno was borderline sweating. It was about to begin. Things were about to start. He's going to throw up in seven different languages. He looked at the rows of people, it wasn't a big ceremony, but Giorno did realize how many people Bucciarati and Abbacchio knew. Of course, along with Doppio being here, Risotto's family was here, along with Secco and his Michael, even Maria from town had attended (this is Giorno's first time seeing her in something other than red. Blue looked good on her as well.) Even more surprising than Maria, Mateo and his family also attended.
Technically, the ceremony had already begun. That's why Giorno was already out on the seats by the altar. They had already been introduced by the officiant (thank God it wasn't Tiziano. He had to be removed to best man) and now Ari was walking down the aisle, throwing blue, purple, and white rose petals. She smiled nervously at the ground before scampering to sit down by Trish. Giorno's siblings were split in half; Trish and Narancia were on Bucciarati's side with Giorno and Fugo on the other while Mista was standing up. Trish gave her a small high five on the as Julio was presented as ring bearer.
Once he had been presented, the officiant said the words that Giorno had been waiting for. "I am happy to announce the first soon to be groom of the day: being presented by his mother, Leone Abbacchio!" Giorno careened his neck to see Abbacchio as soon as possible. "Giorno, he's coming, chill out." Fugo said that, but was doing the exact same thing.
Abbacchio stepped out with his mother, both of them wearing purple. Well, Abbacchio was wearing a black suit with a purple shirt and small pattern. He hadn't shifted into a human form; his horns were out and so were his claws. He looked like himself. Rita walked with him up until Abbacchio got to the altar. And Abbacchio… Abbacchio looked nervous? He was almost red in the face. Tiziano smiled at him, and mouthed 'congratulations' towards Abbacchio.
"And our second soon to be groom of the day, please welcome Bruno Bucciarati!" Giorno smiled, and his heart began to thump in his chest. It took a moment, and then Bucciarati stepped out with Marisol. He was wearing the same suit his father wore when he got married, a blue suit and tie with a yellow shirt. Giorno wondered if one day he'd be tall enough to wear that one, too.
Abbacchio had his mouth wide open as he stared at Bucciarati, who laughed softly. "Hello to you, too." Abbacchio looked at the officiant, "Can- Can I say something to him really quickly?" Abbacchio didn't even let him answer, and he spoke anyway. "God, Bruno you look gorgeous. I mean you always look gorgeous but… damn. You know he wouldn't let me see him? Apparently nobody saw him but Mista and Ms. Marisol, he was committed to the bit. I can see why but wow." Bucciarati took Abbacchio’s hand, "Love, let's do this." They looked towards the officiant.
"I would first like to thank everyone for attending this union. I may have not known this duo for long, but I know that this was something that was a long time in the making. Everyone has heard of high school sweethearts, but it's even rarer to see something that has lasted since childhood to make it to the altar, and I am glad that you did. I don't know if the children know, but the readings will take place as the final part of the ceremony instead of before the vows." Giorno visibly relaxed. He has some time to ignore that for a little longer.
"Now, before we present the rings, we will have the reading of the vows." Giorno watched as Bucciarati whispered to Abbacchio to go first, and the older of the two looked over at Tiziano, who handed him his index cards. "I tried to memorize this, I swear. But know that I mean what I'm about to say, every word of if. Bruno Bucciarati, you saved my life a long time ago; that moment you met me under that tree. I don't want to know the person I would've become if you didn't meet me. And from there? We've gone through hell at least twice, but we made an amazing recovery each time. I promise I'll never let you go through anything like that again, and if anything comes for us, I'll be here to carry that burden with you, too. I promise to make a conscious effort to not make excuses to not do the laundry anymore. I also promise to help you look for your hair clips even though they're in the exact place I told you they were. We're in this together, you're my other half and I'd do anything for you. I'd end this by saying that I'd give you my heart, but you've already had it for years. I love you, Bruno Bucciarati, and that'll never change." The smile on Bucciarati's face could rival the sun right now. Mista handed him his cards, and Bucciarati began.
"I want to first say that I love you. I've loved you since I was little, and I knew that I was either going to be telling this to you or no one at all. I love you even when you pretend like you have something to do and dump your chores on our children. I love you when you help me with crosswords and when we watch game shows on the couch. There's never a minute in the day that I don't love you. I know these past months I haven't been the easiest person to deal with considering the… everything that was going on with me. Thank you for never giving up on me, even when I wanted to give up. I promise that I will stop pretending I can't hear when you're trying to tell me to do something. I also promise to take better care of myself, so you won't have to worry about me anymore; even though I know you still will. You're my everything, Leone Abbacchio, and I'll be yours for as long as you'll have me."
Giorno looked on as the officiant began to speak, "And now, will the ring bearer please present the rings." Julio stood up and presented the rings, a silver band with a blue stone was the one Bucciarati picked up, "With this ring, I wed you, Leone Abbacchio. As it encircles your finger, let it be known that you are surrounded by my never-ending love." He slipped it onto Abbacchio's finger, and Abbacchio picked up the gold one with a purple stone. "With this ring, I wed you, Bruno Bucciarati. As it encircles your finger, let it be known that you are surrounded by my never-ending love." Giorno was trying very hard to not tear up at this point, but at least he was doing better than Fugo, who was buried in a tissue at the moment.
Here it is, this is it.
"Leone Abbacchio, do you take Bruno Bucciarati to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?" Abbacchio didn't hesitate in the slightest, "I do."
"And do you, Bruno Bucciarati, take Leone Abbacchio to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"
"I do." The officiant looked at Narancia, "Please bring the broom." He got up, and returned shortly with a broom decorated in purple and blue flowers. Narancia placed it down in front of Bucciarati and Abbacchio. "To finalize this wedding, the couple will be participating in the jumping of the broom." Bucciarati clasped Abbacchio’s hand and looked up at him. Abbacchio nodded, and the two of them jumped over it. Squalo snapped pictures, and Marisol was the first to begin clapping as cheers erupted throughout the hall.
"Everyone, everyone. By the power vested in me," The officiant tried to get everyone back in order, "I would like to reintroduce the members of this ceremony to Mr. and Mr. Leone Abbacchio and Bruno Bucciarati! You may now officially kiss your husband." Abbacchio grabbed Bucciarati, dipped him back, and kissed him. Bucciarati laughed, and a light encompassed the two of them. The two of them were so ecstatic they fused. Bruabba was in a purple and blue suit, and hugged themselves tightly with a smile that could be seen from miles away. Trish got up, "Can we hug now? Is that allowed?" They defused, and Bucciarati nodded, "Yes! Come here, all of you!" Giorno stood and joined his newlywed parents. They hugged each other tightly (or as tightly as Abbacchio would let them "watch the suit! You all know this was expensive!") Mista looked at Giorno, "Hey! We almost forgot about Gio's speech." Well Giorno sure was hoping you would! They all separated, and Giorno wanted to smack Mista. "Um, well," Giorno fished out his own index cards, "This is on behalf of all of us, but I'm the one who'll be reading it." Giorno took a breath, he can do this.
"First, I want to thank you for getting married. Considering that it's July 15th and this was slated for May, I'm happy it wasn't pushed back any further. I also want to thank you for letting me into this family. I didn't know how much my life would change for the better from meeting you both. We went through some things I never would have if I was never adopted, but if I was doing it with all of you, then I'd go through the last few years of my life all over again."
Giorno flipped to his next card, "These next parts are from my siblings, they're all verbatim so I apologize in advance. From Trish, 'I'm probably the third most excited person for this, and that's saying something. I want to say thank you for giving me a new home, and saving my brother. And thank you for letting me be loved, I know my mother is watching this right now, and she's happy for you two.' From Fugo, 'It's about time, I've been trying to make you two get married for years. I'm thanking you two for taking a feral rat of a kid off the streets for no reason other than you could. You put up with me running away, my fights, and my refusal to be touched with patience that made both of you look like saints. I'm glad that every time I left I ended up coming back, because you both kept me going. Thank you for saving my life.'" Fugo was looking away, and Abbacchio put a hand on his shoulder.
"From Narancia, 'Number one, I love you guys. Number two, it's about time. I thought you guys were married for three months when we first met. Apparently Fugo already said you saved him, and hearing that over and over would get repetitive. But I'm always going to be grateful for you guys and getting me out of the stupid stuff I was doing. Now I do stupid stuff with parental supervision. But honestly, I'm thankful for having a family - and that's something I hadn't had in a long time. Sometimes you guys are gross, but I'll take it over not having parents like you."
Giorno flipped to the next card, "Finally, there's one from Mista, 'I don't really know what to say that hasn't already been said. Except, to Bucciarati specifically, it's an honour to be your best man. I love you both so much, I hope everything goes just as you two planned. I wish you guys would take a year long honeymoon because you deserve it, but I know that would never happen. Instead, please take two weeks off instead, I am begging. Preferably after you help me and Fugo move into our dorms next week and after you take Giorno to his family reunion. Love you both.'" Giorno didn't notice he was crying a little bit until he finished. He looked up from his cards, and saw Abbacchio looking into the sky, "I said I wasn't crying today. You are so lucky my makeup is waterproof." Bucciarati wasn't crying (archangel perks, it's hard for him to cry sometimes), but he had a smile that made saying this in front of a bunch of people worth it.
"This isn't on the cards," Giorno said, "But I wanted to say one more thing. Thank you both, for letting me know I was worth something." Abbacchio looked at him, "You're always worth it, kid." Before Giorno could reply, there was the sudden flash of a camera. It was Squalo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, "What? I'm never going to see Abbacchio cry again, I might as well immortalize it." Abbacchio pointed a clawed finger at Squalo, "And when I gouge your eyes out, then what?" Squalo looked completely unfazed and then backed up some more, "Let me get some actual pictures. Spread out- okay that's too far Mista, and move to the left you're blocking Nara he's five feet tall."
"Hey!"
"Trish, get out of the middle, this is not your day. Stand by Abbacchio. Fugo, move to stand next to Narancia." Once everyone stopped shuffling around, Squalo counted down, "Okay! Three, two, one!" Giorno smiled as the camera flashed.
There was so much that Giorno wanted to say in his speech originally, but right now, in this moment of time, he knew that not everything had to be spoken aloud to be understood. At least by the people he considers his home.