Disclaimer: If I owned anything, why would I have put the word "disclaimer" there?

Notes: Hate me all you want, I know I just keep adding on more and more stories and I am just soooo sorry, but these ideas that come into my head must be made into stories! Which would mean that…no, I'm not really sorry for writing this, I'm just sorry for not updating the other stories.

You'll live, that or you won't read this which would make me sad!

Please don't make me sad?

Warnings: Shounen-ai, uh… not sure what else right now.

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These Nights

Prologue

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I'm never gonna Dance again

The way I danced with you

-Careless Whisper

There are only a handful of these kinds of nights in a lifetime.

They shouldn't be wasted…

It's evening now and the cooling autumn breeze feels good brushing against my slightly heated skin. It's rather relaxing after the last minute rushes we had to deal with this afternoon.

The moon is climbing in the sky as the night slowly moves onward. The stars are shining brightly, the light falling down upon us this night, lighting the darkening park. They are blocked, somewhat, by the party lights strung along the trees, encasing out little reception area with a warm glow that the cold moon, for all its beauty, can not create.

The refreshing scents of flowers fill the air. Jasmine and baby's breath and lilacs, lilies, and thyme.

And, of course, the white roses.

One rests in the pocket of my clean pressed suit and deft fingers travel there now in thought of it.

Unlike how they used to be, the flower does not bring me comfort.

Actually, I casually pause to wonder if I've ever been more nervous in my entire life. Although the ceremony is over and we survived to be here beneath the moon, it still feels off somehow, like I'm expecting someone to come sweep me off my feet, take me out of here, willing or…not.

And then a gentle hand is bringing me back to my heaven-worthy surroundings, and I look up to my savior.

Inari, she is so beautiful this night.

The words of bells and harmony flow from lightly painted lips, bringing a very gentle smile to my face. This is the girl that helped me find my smile and now that I have it, I'll never let her go from my heart.

"Dance with me."

I don't dance, it's as simple as that and she knows. I wouldn't be here, warmly clasping her hand as she pulls me from my chair if she wasn't aware.

However…she knows, but she'll make me dance anyways.

I suppose this makes it even more nerve-wracking as her white-gloved hand squeezes lightly on my fingers, the cloth running over my smooth skin. She's comforting me; she was always so good at that, perhaps the best.

Her long, flowing dress sways against me as I take her hand in mine. I can feel the embroidered flowers on the white cloth as I place my hand on her waist. A hand is placed on my neck, the elbow-long gloves still light on that skin.

Soft, flowing music begins and we move ever so carefully, afraid to break the moment. She can see my nerves as I smile shakily, but the smile is loving and makes her laugh. I love making her laugh; the sound is like a wind chime that tinkles musically in the cool breeze.

Her swaying hips cause the dress and veil alike to swish back and forth as we begin around the floor, around everyone else I can no longer see. All I see are her eyes and I can't look away.

"What?" A smile caresses those thin lips and it makes my own widen in return. I shake my head, feeling the hair I have tied back brush against my back.

"It's nothing," I whisper softly before her. "I'm just so happy…"

She is so beautiful.

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End Prologue

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It's not as terrifying as it seems. I gave big hints as to who the narrator is and if you figured it out, don't panic. You know me; I take you all for big loops!

Thanks for reading!

I'm working on the other stories right now so I'll get them up! My writing mood just kicked in today, so we'll see what I can kick out.

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