The second in my Colour series of drabbles ;) Enjoy!
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Rating: K+
Pairing (s): Yuuri/Wolfram
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou or any of the characters.
Summary: I hope this isn't an omen of some kind – I mean, a black tie trying to kill you on your own wedding day can't be a good thing. Drabble Fic – Sequel to White Lace
Warnings: Implied Shounen-ai (Male/male relationships) and slight OOC-ness.
Black Tie
Why must I wear this? I mean, I know why I have to wear fine clothes – this was a special occasion, after all: the most important of my life so far. But this amount of black was stifling – a black robe over a black dress shirt, held together at the front by gold buttons, with black trousers that pressed stiffly into a firm fold that runs down to black shoes over black socks.
The most irritating article of all, however, is the stark black bow tie holding the fabric of my marital robe together at the hollow of my throat. It was a gift from my brother as another reminder that I originated from Earth, so I was obligated to include at least one traditional item from there in the ceremony to show everyone who I am – I see no logic in that train of thought: the idea of the bridegroom wearing a bow tie was mostly western and I'm Japanese...Well, there's the idealistic genius of Shori Shibuya for you.
How can anyone believe that black on black would make me look regal? None of the details stand out! I'm sure I must look ridiculous, which will be ever more amplified when I stand next to him in all his radiant splendour. Just the thought of him in all that white silk makes my heart pound and my mouth dry...I shake my head to clear those thoughts – now was not the time!
The movement of my neck made the tie constrict all the more, forcing me to pull at it with my fingers. I hope this isn't an omen of some kind – I mean, a black tie trying to kill you on your own wedding day can't be a good thing.
As I pace across the room, I catch sight of myself in the mirror and see the full affect of the outfit – only having seen parts of it on myself before. Okay...so it isn't so bad. The gold buttons on the shirt breaks up the black just enough so the ensemble does, indeed, look elegant and – dare I say – regal.
But what really makes me change my mind about it is the colours. When I stepped near the mirror, I placed myself into a zone of bright light from the window, changing the tones and shades of the blacks in my clothing.
The tie is lightest – almost grey – while the shirt is darker, then the trousers, socks, shoes and, finally, the solidly black robe. I smile at my reflection, liking the new meaning that I, myself, have pinned onto this simple black tie – it is the weakest black, showing that had not been dyed properly, or had faded from use.
That feeble black of the tie around my neck to the graduating blacks of the rest of my clothing before growing solid...it shows how far I have come: from the naïve school boy from a place far away called Earth – a boy who became seasoned from experiences and educated in the ways in which to rule a land – to a king of a race of demons, exposed to the world and ready to be wed.
Shori is right in a way, I suppose – I need to display that black tie with pride. It represents my past and I am grateful for it – without that child I used to be, I would never be the man I have become. I would never have been worthy of him.
Breathing deep, I turn to the door, ready to claim what I have earned.
This is not as thoughtful or in-depth as White Lace, but I think the way Wolfram perceives things is very different to the way Yuuri does. Obviously I've not made that clear if I'm making excuses already XD