Slowly, the bride and groom walked down the isle. Their family was there, or what survived of it - the groom had tribal elders and a few children who had seemed to adopt him as their crazy serial killer uncle, the bride had a brother and several friends in the military.

The bride's family seemed mostly to be pointing guns and promising death and disaster to the groom, but this was not a new state of affairs. But then, neither had expected their respective families to approve. The groom was an Ishbarite and the bride an alchemist; how could anyone have expected such a thing?

Still, the course of true love never did run smoothly, and Scar only had eyes for his new bride as he turned and lifted the veil.

The bride was crying, huge, helpless tears.

"My love?" Scar asked, voice low and dangerous, threatening to explode whoever had caused his darling that anguish.

The bride's head shook. "It's not that," Alphonse Elric breathed. "I'm just so happy!"