Suddenly there was a polite cough from the doorway, standing there in a tuxedo with his cybernetic eye glowing stood, Harada Ichigo aka Shaft. A man that sometimes called himself Akame for reasons left only between himself and Joseph. Team Leader for X-Force and the one man capable of putting down both women if it came down to it. Leaning against the door frame, he looked outside as he said in a quiet tone that left no margin for discussion. “The wedding procession is about to get started. If you two are going to fight, fuck, or fuss.... do it on your own time. Or I'll hand you both your asses as a warm up for my exercise program. We have enough issues with uninvited 'guests' making appearances to disturb the peace without the two of you duking it out.”<br/><br/>“Sort it out, or I will.” stated Ichigo in the all too blunt terms he used with everyone, including Joseph Xavier.<br/><br/>The time tossed and reality lost warrior was just that good. Of everyone on the team, he was the only one to enter the Danger Room with the safeties completely turned off and activate the End of Days program and complete it, albeit bloodied and barely able to stand. The End of Days program was designed to be the ultimate in challenges for those who needed a reality check, it was a program that usually left everyone else on the X-Men unconscious with full safeties on.<br/><br/>Truth be told it was his control over the sub-atomic particle called the tachyon. The fact that he could gather a field to destroy anything short of adamantium level hardness gave him an edge others didn't. But he didn't rely on his powers unless he was forced too. It wasn't his way.<br/><br/>Leaving Petra and Gwen to sort out their differences, and quickly, he went to find Alice. His relationship with her was... unique. He kept her secrets more out of respect for what she'd tried to do for him than anything else. Sure there had been a little bit of self-centeredness involved, but when hormones get involved, and you haven't been with someone for a long time... he could understand things well enough. As it was, they were still friends. Very close friends... with benefits. At the moment, he alternated his time with the X-Men and his duties as the leader of the X-Force sub-team and being with Alice.<br/><br/>As odd as it sounded, Alice had fucked with his mind and memories. And he knew that he should be pissed with her, but in reality he felt complete around her.... well maybe not complete but more comfortable and open.<br/><br/>Ichigo owed Joseph a lot. Both for restoring his real memory and for giving him the choice of staying with the X-Men or staying with Alice and forgetting about this whole damned place. He'd been a superhero from the time he was sixteen, and he was now pushing thirty something. To him time was rather fluid. Because he'd gone through at least three different realities/universes and just as many timelines, he had no idea just how old he really was. The fact that he had an artificial healing factor kept him looking young and in relatively good appearance. Since he healed without scars.<br/><br/>A fact that made him smile, even now. As many injuries as he'd taken over the years, his body should have been pockmarked with scars, but his skin was as smooth as that of a man who'd never seen a fight in his life. But his body was chiseled muscle from a lifetime of exercise, battle, and training. His hands were covered in thick callouses, but he still managed to keep a rather tender touch.<br/><br/>Seeing Alice sitting near the back of the seating, he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her even as he kissed the side of her neck. “I'm glad you came Alice. How are you this morning?”