This story is set five years after Jay has run away from Shikon. They haven't seen each other since, but neither stopped thinking about other.
The sun had almost set. Just a few minutes longer...
Shikon waited impatiently, pacing the main room of her cave. Her hands nervously flitted in and out of a loop of string that she had first made into a cat's cradel but eventually got bored and gotten it tangled around her fingers. She twined her fingers in and out, her mind racing.
She had been informed of the wedding by her good friend Vlad, since he was friends with someone who had gotten invited to the wedding. He had alerted Shikon the day he had gotten the save-the-date.
At first, she couldn't believe it. Jay. Her Jay, was getting married. To someone else. A human. A human!
What was he thinking?
Obviously, he is not thinking at all, a voice in her mind spoke. Vlad.
Despite her nervousness, she smiled. Within a second, a handsome teenager stood beside her. He had jet black hair and eyes of the same color. He had golden skin, a result of a spray tan.
"The sun has set. Shall we go?" He asked out loud, his voice calm.
She nodded wordlessly, following him as he lead her out of the cave and into the night.
She sky had darkened to indigo, with stars dotting it sparesly. Shikon shuddered, not from the cold but from sheer terror, something she hadn't felt in a long time.
She was about to crash a wedding with at least fifty, maybe sixty, humans. Her fear did not, however, come from them.
Her fear came from her hunger. Her stomach growled. With the forest off-limits to humans, and her city outings limited by Slayers, her blood supply had run dry and she hadn't fed for nearly three weeks. Not only had this made her extremely weak, but her nerves were frayed, her senses sharper, and her temper extremely short. She wasn't sure how well she would be able to control herself while surrounded by humans at a wedding.
Thankfully, Jay's wedding was outdoors, so that was one thing that Vlad and Shikon didn't need to worry about. And, of course, it had been scheduled for after sunset. She was thankful for this.
Vlad lead her through the forest, his hand grasping hers gently. She had to lean on him for a little while as they walked, but he didn't seem to mind. Eventually, though, he stopped and turned to her, as they were walking through the city.
"You need your strength for the wedding," He said. "I'll shift into horse form so I can carry you there."
Before she could object, about to say how they were in the middle of a city and that someone might see him, he had shifted and morphed until he was that of a tall, black horse.
Sighing, she climbed onto his back and entangled her hand into his withers. She did not object when he began to pick up speed, soon running through the streets.
With their newfound speed, they reached the wedding, at the outskirts of town, in no time. At the time that they had slowed to a walk and skirted the edge of the park, Shikon could hear the beginning of the ceremony. She couldn't make out the exact words, but didn't care. All she knew was that they hadn't gotten to the 'speak now or forever hold your peace' part.
Shikon ran a hand down Vlad's neck, which was slick with sweat from running. He turned to look at her, still on his back. Are you going in?
Not yet. We can do a dramatic entrance when they say 'speak now'.
He nodded, his ears flicking.
All they could do now was wait.
The ceremony dragged on, but eventually, Shikon heard them. The words.
"If anyone objects this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."
She sat straight up and kicked Vlad in the sides, momentarily forgetting that he was actually as smart as a human. She didn't have time to appologize, though, because he had already trotted into the clearing.
All at once, everyone's eyes turned to them. Who was this girl, clad all in black, with a black horse? She looked like some weird goth girl.
Shikon hadn't bothered to wear contacts, but her bright red hair was in a tight bun, hidden by the hood of her sweater.
"I object!" She announced, her voice surprisingly clear to her own ears.
Everyone sat, eyes wide and mouths agape.
He stood at the alter, his hands holding that of a human woman, no older than 20 or 21, with short, dull brown hair and eyes to match. She wasn't very pretty, Shikon thought. Definitely not the type of woman she had guessed Jay would have been marrying.
Jay stood motionless, his eyes locked on her. Was that...Could it really be...?
The woman, however, did not. She pulled away from Jay and turned to face Shikon, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked rudely.
Shikon hadn't expected that. "An old friend." She said simply, sitting up straighter on Vladimir's back.
"And what right do you have to come prancing in here on your stupid horse and say that I shouldn't be getting married?"
Shikon scowled. She jumped down from Vladimir, walking over to the woman. She had to resist kicking mud onto the long, perfectly white dress.
"Frankly, I don't give a damn if you get married, so long as its to someone besides Jay." She said.
Jay finally seemed to have found his voice.
"Shikon...is that really you?"
She turned to him, smiling. "The one and only."
Jay stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.
The woman looked extremely angry. "Jay, who is she? Can't you just get rid of her?"
Jay pulled back, then looked at his bride-to-be, then back at Shikon.
"Um, Emily..." His voice caught as he stared into Shikon's eyes. Those bright, red eyes, with their odd pupils that he always found so beautiful. "I don't think I can marry you."
Now it was Emily's turn to look shocked. She suddenly looked on the verge of tears. "What...why?"
He sighed, wrapping his arms around Shikon and drawing her close to him.
"Because I'm in love with Shikon."
Emily burst into tears, running from the alter and out of the clearing. Several people stood up to follow, and eventually the rest of the crowd began gathering their things to leave, murmuring amongst themselves.
Jay never moved. He held Shikon in his arms, his face very close to hers, their bodies almost touching, but not quite.
"Shikon, I love you."
"I love you, too."