Oyama Yuriko (小山 ゆり子) (yuriko_o) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-27 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), logan howlett (wolverine), oyama yuriko (lady deathstrike), turin turambar |
Who: Oyama Yuriko and Turin Turambar, with Logan Howlett and Kitty Pryde
What: Eloping to Reno!
When: 10/26
Where: Starts at Turin's place, then a hotel in Reno
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Yuriko was lying in bed with Turin in the morning, quietly happy. The club was doing well, and Turin had seemed to rebound decently well from his hospital stay. She felt at peace; he was sleeping restfully, for once - no tossing and turning - and she had nowhere to be. She wanted this to continue.
Turin was in a good place in his head, and in his heart. Yuriko was a big part of that but in general he just felt better about life. Good reviews of his book certainly helped! The man was out of breath, but that was entirely understandable. Demure Yuriko could be anything but.
They had stayed that way for a little while when Yuriko felt him turn over. “Are you awake?” If not, that was all right with her. She smiled, burrowing up against his back.
“Yes.. are you?” He answered back, jokingly.
Yuriko chuckled. “You seem to have slept wonderfully. I noticed the lack of tossing and turning.” She kissed his neck, snuggling close. “Any reason? Or just one of those days?”
“You’re a big reason, love. Just a good day.” He nuzzled back, letting his hands move through her silky hair. “How’s the club?”
“Excellent.” Yuriko closed her eyes. “Business is up approximately 10% from where I anticipated it would be. There are a few ladies who are extremely gifted at what they do, and overall the concept seems to be a hit. I am most pleased.” Life was very good at the moment.
“When I’ve gone down there, there’s usually a crowd,” he noted, grinning at her. “And most of the acts are really classy. I think there’s a market for that.”
“Agreed. And I work very diligently to ensure that it is, as you say, classy.” She smiled at him. “It is gratifying to hear you say such nice things about it. You are my target market, after all.”
“I am?” He looked at her, eyebrows raised. His tone, however, was teasing. “You’re okay with me staring at a bunch of beautiful women?”
“Of course.” Yuriko shrugged. “You only stare. Nothing else. Why would I complain?” It was self-evident to her.
“I’m teasing you. A lot of women would have problems with even that. But you’re patient, and understanding.” A beat. “And I stare at you mostly.”
“That’s because I wear a cheongsam that stops just below my bottom.” Yuriko grinned, a surprisingly youthful expression. “But yes, I do try to trust you. I love you.”
“It stops just high enough to see just enough,” he said, reaching around to pinch her in the indicated spot.
Yuriko couldn’t stop the squeak, and laughed. “If you did that at the club, I would have you thrown out.” She curled up on him again, resting one hand on his chest.
“Now I’ll have to try.” He grinned, and laughed. “You make me so happy.”
“I am genuinely glad to hear it.” She loved his laugh. It didn’t happen often, so when it did, it was somehow more impactful, more meaningful than most. “You deserve to be happy, you know.”
“I don’t deserve to be happy, but I’ll take what I can get.” She was so beautiful to him, and he kept playing with her hair like it was some silken strand.
Yuriko frowned. “You persist in this. I wish I knew where this delusion came from.” She liked when he stroked her hair; it was heaven for her as a tactile person. “Even if you believe it, I do not - I would not have agreed to be your wife if I thought you did not deserve happiness.”
“You’re good at convincing me,” Turin noted. “I’m a lot less filled with dark thoughts than I used to be.”
“And it pleases me, but you have to think this for yourself. Not only for me.” Yuriko smiled. “One day, I think you will. Especially after we are married.” She was excited to even think on it.
“When do we want to elope?” He asked, sitting up and bringing her hair to his lips to kiss it.
Yuriko thought for a second. Really, was there a time that was better than any other? “What about now?”
“Now? As in right this moment?” Turin looked at her, then slid out of the bed. “Okay.” He didn’t even need to think about it. His mind had been made up already.
Yuriko laughed delightedly. “I just ... is there a reason to wait? We can go tomorrow to Reno. We will need a witness - I can telephone Logan - and that will be that.” It was slightly insane, but she was okay by that.
“Tomorrow is good. I need to pick up my suit. And don’t we need two witnesses?” He raised an eyebrow at her. Maybe Logan could bring someone.
“I only thought one, but perhaps he could bring his lady friend, or another person from our team or something.” Yuriko had given him the broad strokes about what the X-Men were, just so he would never be astonished at Logan popping his claws or something like that.
“That’s fine by me. And it might be different. Different places need different numbers of witnesses.” Tomorrow. Oh god. Tomorrow. He swallowed nervously.
“I will tell Logan to bring a friend if at all possible.” Yuriko laughed. “Do you want to wait, my love?” His eyes couldn’t lie, and they’d registered astonishment.
Turin answered without hesitation. “No. No I don’t want to wait. Something could happen in a week and then we’d never have that and.. No. I don’t want to wait.”
“I agree. But if you’d been insistent upon it, I would have waited.” She got up, walking naked across the room to her purse to get her phone. “Let me get a hold of Logan.”
“I don’t want to insist on something I don’t want,” he pointed out, distracted by her nudity. She was so absolutely beautiful. What price was he going to have to pay to be lucky enough to have her?
“Point.” She texted Logan quickly, getting a response. “Logan can meet us there tomorrow.” She did always appreciate how dependable he was.
“Even on that short notice? Good friend. Should I be jealous?” He slipped out of bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Of a man who is engaged, with a child on the way? I think not.” Yuriko smiled, leaning back into him. “He is very well off, so he works only as a hobby. His time is largely his own, except when it is his friends’ or fiancee’s.” She liked his hands on her. “No, my love, worry not.”
“Then I shall not worry. It’s been far too long since I had a nice party for myself. I’ll have to stop by the club for a sort of bachelor’s party.”
Yuriko laughed out loud. “I will tell the ladies that you are spoken for!” But she turned around, kissing him firmly and smiling. “You should enjoy yourself. Though do watch out for the owner; she is a dragon lady, or so I am told.” She winked.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Wouldn’t want to give them any ideas. Now that owner, I’d like to do some really lewd things to her.” He gave her his best wolfish smile.
“She might let you. That cheongsam is awfully short, you know.” Yuriko smirked.
“She should try it on and see,” he retorted. “That reminds me. What shall we do for our honeymoon?”
“Is there anywhere you had in mind?” Yuriko smiled. “One day I would like to take you to Japan, but for now, perhaps, somewhere closer. Mexico? Perhaps Vancouver, or California wine country?”
“Lets get out of the state at least. It’s probably safer,” Turin said. Not that he minded danger.
“Fair.” Yuriko nodded. “It’s a pity I have not met anyone who can fly or teleport.” She chuckled, going for a kiss. “Think about where you might like to go. I can try to set it up.”
“Me neither, but I think we can both afford first class.” He replied. “Lets go to Mexico, I’m not a fan of snow.”
“I find that agreeable.” Yuriko smiled. “Nothing less, for our honeymoon. I will go set it up right now.” She didn’t bother to put any clothes on, just heading over toward where she’d put her laptop. She hadn’t honestly thought he could be so impulsive, as to want to do it tomorrow, but there was no reason to wait. The next time Orange County exploded could mean devastating consequences for either or both of them; why not have their bond cemented beforehand?
Turin started to dress, since standing there stark naked was a little uncomfortable for him, then he leaned against the back of the chair and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I love you.”
Yuriko smiled, looking back. “I love you, too, you know. You are worthy.”
“When you look at me like that. I can believe it. And that belief stays in my heart.” He kissed the top of her head, then stepped back and started to pack.
Twenty-four hours later, they were approaching the Reno city limits.
Yuriko was excited and nervous, but mostly excited. She’d texted Logan to let him know where they were staying, and she’d found a dress that was a reasonable stand-in for her Japanese gown. Everything seemed to make sense right now.
“We’re almost there. You still sure you want to go through with this? Not that I’m having second thoughts.” He was a little nervous, though. But he wasn’t going to turn back now.
“Of course I’m sure.” Yuriko chuckled. “I tend to be certain of things before I commit to them.” She took his free hand in hers. “Honestly, I am more nervous about you meeting Logan than I am about the ceremony. He is ... gruff.” And would likely tease Turin somehow.
“I brought the sword in case he gets frisky,” he joked, perfectly deadpan and with the most morose expression he could muster.
“Good, though you are responsible for its impulses, should it tell you to do anything.” Yuriko could joke about it, because she doubted that he actually brought it. “I am sure he will behave. Especially if he has brought his lady friend.” Or any of the team members, for that matter. She remembered a few who could keep him in line.
“I find your confidence reassuring.” He leaned across the seat to give her a kiss. “Now we just need to find this place.”
“It should not be far.” Yuriko checked her phone’s GPS. “Perhaps seven or eight minutes. Turn left at the next light.”
“Yes ma’am.” He pulled into the left lane, and then waited at it. He put a hand on Yuri’s knee, drumming it nervously.
She saw their hotel up ahead. “On the left. The Atlantis.” She’d splurged no expense, not for their wedding. It was the first resort hotel she’d seen online that had looked something approaching classy instead of tacky. “I got Logan and whomever a room, as well - double beds, just in case.” She smirked.
“Nice…” He grinned at her. It was too bad Vegas was still a rebuilding zone. He doubted it would ever go back to the way it was. But Reno was at least benefiting. “And good thinking. Wouldn’t want to be awkward.”
“If he does bring his lady friend, they can burrow close.” Yuriko smiled. She couldn’t help but feel a spike of excitement when Turin pulled into the parking lot.
She allowed the bellman to hand her out of her car, giving them their name so the bags could be delivered to the right room later. For now, she linked her arm through her fiance’s and headed inside.
He walked with her, looking around for anyone who met the description of ‘short and hairy.’
Logan was wearing a tux, and cut quite a fine figure in a tux. On his arm was a pretty brunette with curly hair, wearing a grey suit. She grinned when she saw them, and pointed.
Yuriko came over to them, smiling. “Hello, Logan. And you are not Velma, I think ...?” She turned to Turin. “This is Turin Turambar, my fiance.”
“Hey darlin’.” Logan grinned at her.
“Nope, I’m Kate.” She held her hand out to Yuriko. “You probably know me as the girl that walks through walls.”
Turin nodded his head and Logan, and the two men regarded each other for a moment, before they shook hands.
“Ah, yes. I think in the dreams they called you Kitty. It is nice to meet you, Kate. こんばんは; good evening.” Yuriko bobbed her head. She remembered this Kitty Pryde; she felt lucky the woman was being so cordial. She looked over at the men. “And you are not glaring at each other like wolves in heat! I am astonished.”
Kitty was trying to behave, and taking some things to heart. She figured most of her friends were too used to Kitty, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t introduce herself as Kate to strangers. “They’re still sniffing each other to determine threats.”
“Turin is a gentle soul who is gifted at swordplay and has never hurt me, ever, and Logan is a dangerous madman with claws, a fiancee and a child on the way.” Yuriko said, amused. “Satisfied?”
"Good enough," Kitty said. “At least I hope so. You look gorgeous.” She envied Yuriko’s ability to not only run away from her dreams, but look so damn good right now.
“Yeah, she is.” Turin smiled fondly.
Logan seemed mostly satisfied.
Yuriko laughed and bobbed her head again, smiling. “ありがとう. Thank you.” She turned to Logan and hugged him, hoping to at least get a grunt from him. In Japanese she said, “Do please behave, Logan-kun. And thank you for coming; I love him and want this to work.”
He grunted at her, and replied in kind. “For you I’ll give him a chance. He doesn’t seem that bad.”
“Did you catch any of that?” Turin asked. He only knew a little bit.
“You don’t seem that bad,” Kitty said in smug Japanese.
“Great.”
Yuriko laughed. “I did not know Turin was the only one with no Japanese. 失礼, I apologize for my rudeness.” She kissed his cheek. “I told him to behave,” she explained to Turin with a chuckle.
“It’s the old man’s fault I know it,” Kitty assured them. Because everything was Logan’s fault.
“Technically that was O-gun,” Logan replied. He rolled his eyes. “You two ready?”
“More than ever,” Turin promised.
“Un. Yes. I am ready.” Yuriko was beaming. “And then we can have our night, and you two have a room as well - but on another floor. Double beds.” She grinned at Logan.
“Damn,” Kate said, elbowing Logan. “So much for one last romp in the sack.”
Logan looked at her, and she smiled innocently. Turin wasn’t sure if she was joking or not, because he’d kind of pegged her as just a little bit of a lesbian.
Not deigning to give Kitty’s comment with anymore acknowledgement, he gave the couple a formal bow. “I’m honored to witness, Yuriko.”
The brunette’s demeanor easily shifted from silly to serious, and she bowed as well. “Me too.”
“Thank you.” Turin bowed as well. Hey, he could match!
“One of the reasons I chose this place is that there is a justice of the peace very nearby.” Yuriko said, smiling. “Allow me to step upstairs and change, and we can go?” She had packed a white dress that she wanted to don. If Turin saw, it would be all right. She had faith.
“Need help?” Kitty asked. She was glad Logan had invited her along. It was good to..bury old wounds, as it were. And more than just Deathstrike. Kitty and Weddings were a bad association these days.
“Come on, bub, lets leave the ladies to it.” Logan gestured with his head, and Turin fell into step besides him.
“All right. Thank you.” Yuriko smiled, gesturing toward the elevator. She looked down. “It’s kind of you to offer, Kate-san. I’m sure you have recollection of what a monster Deathstrike was, once upon a time.”
“Monsters are made, not born.” She put her hand gently on Yuriko’s arm and squeezed. “So lets just make you the most beautiful bride we can.”
“I am profoundly grateful nonetheless.” Yuriko felt like she had to say it.
They got up to the room they’d booked, and Yuriko was grateful to see the bags there. She immediately went to the biggest one of the two she’d packed, pulling out her dress bag. Unzipping it, she was glad to see her dress was unwrinkled and unharmed. “I should not require very much help; likely just to fasten the back.”
She nodded her head, setting aside a swell of emotion to talk to Ezio about later. “Any makeup? I brought some, since I didn’t know if you’d thought about that or wanted it, or anything.”
“Very little. But thank you; it was thoughtful of you. It is tradition for Japanese brides to either wear full makeup or none at all. I choose none, except perhaps a little eyeliner. We believe that men should see the woman they marry, unvarnished and real.” Yuriko smiled, but she could tell something was not entirely right. “Are you well?”
“That’s not a bad custom. And yeah, I’m good. Weddings just get me really emotional.” She stepped back to look Yuriko over. “Turin is going to forget English.”
“He is French by birth, so I hope not.” Yuriko smiled shyly, looking down. “It is kind of you to help me, truly. You did not have to.”
Kate smiled at her, and then nodded with her head. “Lets find the men. Are you doing the aisle thing?”
“Not as such, no. Just entering the room.” Yuriko directed Kate out, closing and locking the door behind her before going back toward the elevator. “We intended to do a very traditional Japanese wedding, but we decided not to wait.”
"I don't blame you," Kitty said. She felt a nervous excitement as they stepped onto the elevator.
In the chapel, Turin had a case of the nerves, himself. Logan was half worried he would bolt.
It didn’t take them long to get down the street. Yuriko entered the building first, smoothing out her skirt. Upon asking for directions to the justice of the peace’s chamber, she simply took a breath, steadied herself, and walked through the door.
Turin looked up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes widened and his jaw hanging open a little as he saw his fiancee come in. He stood a little taller and looked a little prouder. This was going to be his wife. His grin got a little stupider.
Yuriko was beaming by the time she was inside. Kate had held the door, and she thanked her quietly before going to Turin’s side. The justice of the peace was at the front of the room, smiling, and he beckoned the four of them to their places.
Logan stepped into a place next to Turin as Kate walked up besides Yuriko.
Turambar turned his head towards Yuriko and took her hand in his. In an undertone he said, "Logan didn't have to chain me down."
“Good!” Yuriko laughed, before getting serious. The justice cleared his throat, asking the witnesses to come forward before beginning. He asked them who they were, and if they would swear that this man and this woman desired to be married. Yuriko tried to send subtle messages to Logan with her mind along the lines of If you joke, I will hurt you.
Logan stated his name (Logan James Howlett), and swore that they desired to be married. Katherine Anne Pryde was next. It seemed like they both got her mental threat because neither was particularly joking.
Kate was wondering if they had some kind of vows. She hoped they did.
Turin realized he probably should have written vows.
Yuriko relaxed when their part was done; neither of them would have done anything malicious, but Logan might very well have tried a bad joke. When he didn’t, she just smiled, listening to the justice.
The questions she’d expected were coming, of course. “Do you, Yuriko, take Turin to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and health, for rich and for poor, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Yuriko said it firmly, without hesitation or thought.
Turin had been holding his breath, and only realized it after she'd said those words. He smiled like he'd just been gifted something grand and precious, and when his turn came, he nodded his head and said, "I do."
The justice smiled and asked if there was anything they might like to say to each other. Yuriko said yes, figuring if she went first it might set Turin at his ease. “Turin,” she began, looking at him. “I could say many words about the nature of love, and all the things that one is meant to say at a ceremony like this. But the only words that I think you need to hear are that I love you. And I trust you. I believe in second chances, and I believe in the human ability to pick oneself up after being brought low.
“While I can’t be the reason you choose to live, I can be the reason you make the choice to find little joys in life. And I wish to be at your side when you find them.” It was a promise, a challenge, and a gentle teasing all at once. Yuriko figured that was what a wife ought to do.
Being a writer, Turin thought he should be better at words than he felt right now. It was a moment, and one that ... well it would probably be the last time he had to so it had to count.
"I've always been the negative one. The one who felt as though nothing could go right, and everything could go wrong. While Yuriko wasn't the first person to show me the light, she was the one that dug me out of my cave."
Turin smiled shakily. "I don't believe in coincidence. We were meant to find each other, when and how we did, and we are meant to guide each other through life, and all it's joys."
Yuriko wiped her eyes, smiling. “ 愛している, aishiteru,” she mouthed before turning back to the justice. Most Japanese didn’t say it - if a relationship was deep enough to warrant the phrase, usually it wasn’t necessary - but she liked that she could say it to Turin.
The justice smiled as well. “Well, you have the witnesses, and you’ve signed the marriage license, and you have your rings. By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
"Aishiteru." Turin pulled Yuriko closer, cupping her face with his hands and kissed her, with all the lack of propriety the moment required.
She expected Logan to laugh or snort or something, but all she could focus on was Turin. Yuriko laughed softly, returning fire, feeling nothing so much as sheer delight.
Logan wasn’t going to ruin this moment. He put an arm around Kitty, who had to resort to the age old help of a hanky.
Turin forgot the rest of the world, too lost in his new wife to care.
Yuriko managed to thank the justice before he made his exit, before turning back to Turin with a laugh. “Nothing wrong happened,” she murmured, smiling. “Everything worked out.” It felt important to remind him of that.
“Yeah. Everything has worked out.” Turin slid his arm around Yuriko and squeezed her waist lightly. He beamed at everyone. Turin was beaming. The end of the world was nigh.
Kitty just hoped they made it through the honeymoon. “I hope you guys are hungry, I’m treating you to dinner.”
“You are kind to offer.” Yuriko smiled, leaning against her new husband. “We leave tomorrow for honeymoon, and while I’m excited, I wish it could be Japan.” She would have adored taking Turin back to where she grew up.
Logan thought about that. He'd have to arrange something for them sometime. Maybe lend the blackbird. He glanced at Kitty, who had a shrewd look of her own on her face. "I think you'll like it. I figure it could be your wedding present."
"Thank you," Turin said, deciding not to insult their guests.
“It’s kind of you,” Yuriko repeated, smiling. She wrapped her arms around Logan briefly. “Thank you for coming, and you as well, Kate. I am so pleased to have friends who care for me.” After the dreams, she’d felt as though she hadn’t deserved any. But now she had people who loved her, and a wonderful husband, who loved her more. She couldn’t help but quietly begin to cry.
Logan silently wiped at one of her tears, then squeezed her shoulder. "Come on, darlin'. Lets get some grub, an' some cake. This occasion ain't complete without some kinda sweet."
Turin took Yuriko's hand, and brought it to his lips. Their first meal as a married couple, and with a friend that was clearly important to Yuri. He only wished Beleg could be here.
Yuriko would have moved heaven and earth to make it happen. But she saw him look at Logan, and she knew. “I am sure Beleg knows, somehow, that you are happy,” she told Turin, kissing him gently. “Come now. We feast, and then our wedding night.” Surely he was less nervous about that part than what had just happened.
He’d bought a few things for their wedding night, and he looked forward to springing them on her. “The best part of any wedding.” He winked.