Disclaimer: The Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi. I am in no way gaining any profit from the writing of this, nor will I claim that I own any of the characters mentioned, unless it is specified that they are characters I have crafted in order to make the plot work.
"He looks beautiful, doesn't he?" Renji asked. I nodded in agreement, eyes gazing in wonder at Yukimura.
His blue hair had been pinned up at one side by a simple topaz clip – it was his mother's, I knew. Eyes of the same colour had been subtly lined an electric blue, which brought out their colour and made them stand out. The white suit was immaculate, and his tie and cuff links were of the same shade as his hair, accenting his beauty.
He was ethereal.
The music played, Otori Choutarou on the piano, with Fuji Syuusuke and Oshitari Yuushi on the violins. Slowly, he started to walk.
Compared to him, I, with my cropped black hair, tanned skin and black suit, I looked like the devil next to the angel.
I am your Sanada Genichirou.
Taking his hand, I turned to him and nodded, keeping a stoic expression on my face. He smiled at me serenely, and together, we turned to the priest standing behind the altar, and he let go.
I wanted to hold his hand again, but I had appearances to keep up. I could not ruin this day, not for him, especially not when he was smiling so blissfully, so angelically like that.
"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Yes, I do."
"I now pronounce you husband and husband," The priest said, as giggles broke out at how strange it sounded, but Yukimura took it in stride. "You may now kiss, and seal your vows."
Vaguely, I heard cheers erupt from the crowd, but I was too mesmerized by the sight of Yukimura, and too distracted by the loud thumping of my heart to notice anything else.
"Shall we go?" I asked.
Smiling happily, he looked up and me and nodded.
I led him to the entrance of the church slowly, wanting to savour the moment for as long as it lasted. He grinned when he reached the bottom of the stairs, accepting a kiss on the cheek from his younger sister.
I watched Niou and Marui tease him, watched as he agreed to buy Akaya a souvenir, watched Jackal and Yagyuu chuckle lightly how happy he was, and I wouldn't help but give a rare smile.
"You should be honoured, Genichirou," I heard him say, teasing.
Chuckling, I agreed. "Aa."
The car drove away, and I, Sanada Genichirou, the best friend at my beloved's wedding, was left behind in the dust.
I am your Sanada Genichirou, but you are not, and will never be, my Yukimura Seiichi.
No matter how much I want you to be.
When my friends first read this for me, they commented on how very depressing it was. One actually hit me – gently, of course – and proceeded to give me a very long but funny lecture about bringing her hopes up and then crashing them to the ground with one sentence.
To tell the truth, although I do love happy endings, I do not believe in them. I do not think many of you would like to know why this is, thus I shall not say anything. I do not want to bore you with my thoughts.
If you do wish to know, I am willing to share, but it won't be very interesting, and it won't be a happy ending.
On a different note, I do have another fanfiction that I am currently checking through and editing. This one does have a happy ending, however, so that's something you can look forward to.
Do review and tell me what you think about it. I'm rather curious to know how many of you figured out he was the best man before the relevation.