Kurusugawa Himeko is nothing but an ordinary girl. She does everything she has been told timidly. She nods, she does, agreeing easily. But, then this ordinary girl find herself in an unexpected situation—like, marrying a heir from this wealthy family who has mental illness.
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The Unexpected Situation
I do not have Kannazuki no Miko
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Himeko stares at the glass silently, from this seat and this night, she could see how colorful the city is. Right now, she is nervous. She admits herself is not the bravest soul in the earth, but who doesn't? In front of herself, there the famous heir sitting quietly.
Looking back at the past, still she can't believe her situation. She still remembered that scene from a month ago, one day, her uncle came to the house—look as happy as ever. A pair of onyx seems shining brightly, and the moment she heard her uncle that we—she still don't know if that word include her—are going to be saved.
The next moment she know, this uncle of hers ask her, no more likely force her into agreeing an arranged marriage. Himeko, being herself, unable to refuse therefore here she is. She is sitting on this comfortable seat—maybe it will cost an arm and a leg for her to get this.
Her purple eyes glanced at the pretty boy in front of her. He by no means looks gorgeous, he even much more beautiful than herself, a female. But then, there are some masculinity, this almost makes this boy androgynous.
Yep, Himeko never believed that this person is her spouse. Never. All she did dream back then is having a family, the husband of her has no need to be this literally pleasing to see. But, there she is right now having a good looking husband.
This morning scene still fresh in her brain, even though her friends likes to call her 'scatter brain', there no way she forget that scene. A man standing there near the altar wearing the black suit while his blue hair was being tied in low ponytail.
"You may kiss your bride", those eyes never been opened—maybe because those eyes are never being open or Himeko never look at it. But, the moment when those captivating dark blue eyes opened, she felt her heart skip a beat, maybe few of it.
Himeko take a good look and it is long enough, since the broom still had not make his move. Once again, his skin is pale and fair compared Himeko's slightly tanned skin. His lips also looked soft and all of it paired with the midnight silky hair—it is beautiful. But, the most thing that beautiful was his eyes. His eyes calm maybe a few shade brighter than his hair, but one thing struck Himeko.
That, his eyes full of emptiness. They looks like as if the owner has been give up—a doll, beautiful one, but still, a doll. They say eyes are the window of the soul. If so, then Himeko just witness hole—many of them or just a big one—in the soul of the her groom.
It makes her heart in ache.
Himeko wanted to save those eyes—the owner.
She absolutely realize that the owner might hate this wedding as much as her as or maybe more than her. But, then he give up. He just give up, not just this wedding, maybe along his way of life, his soul has been crumpled and torn into pieces.
"… Close your eyes", come that voice. His voice is more like a whisper, a gentle one as well his movement when he cupping her face. Then he dive in, as Himeko previously expected, the lips of him is soft.
The wedding is by no means a small one—if you know the Himemiya family can fully 100 times make the wedding bigger and more luxurious than this. This wedding is just attended by the main family of each other's with a priest. That way alone, Himeko knew that this ordinary girl like her no way get special treatment. There are no Cinderella exists, maybe if she is beautiful, but she is not. She is just a petite blond with not so fair skin.
"Excuse me, Kurusugawa-san"
"E-eh, em? Wh-what is it, Himemiya-san?"
An awkward silence. Look, there no way this ordinary girl like her can be acknowledge by her spouse. This is only arranged marriage, they are definitely stranger to each other. Even though, she is married with her, that means her last name should be changed into this boy. But, still that boy called her by her previous last name.
Himemiya looks so distant, he looks uncomfortable, "You may call me by name. I mean if you are fine with that, Himeko-san. I think it is not very nice of I to still call you by your family name", he is careful—Himeko could see that.
"Ye-Yeah, will do, um… Is Chikane-kun okay by you?"
Chikane looks a bit relieved as he nodded, "Yes, it feels much better. Thank you for granting this wish of mine" he is merely a bit relaxed. Himeko reply with a timid nod, she stutter too much after all. Chikane seems a bit happier, a millimeter end of lips lifted and as if on cue, subconsciously Himeko joined for a smile.
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"We are not going to live in Himemiya Main House, Himeko-san. We will be living in my apartment" much to Himeko's relief, she is not going to live in the main household, thank you God, she silently thanked to God's kindness.
Himeko was being given a key to her room. He said they will not go in the same room, once again she thanked for God's mercy. This apartment is much bigger than her house with her uncle and aunt. This room of her consisted a queen bed, a bookcase, a wardrobe, a desk with its paired chair, and its own bathroom unit.
Himeko has been told to be take a rest for a while before the dinner. So, after she rejected the moving helper from Chikane, she started to unpack her belongings. Then she took a shower before starting to
"Ah, this door is unlocked" heard that same voice from this morning, Himeko quickly standing up, greet the heir. The heir nodded and he nonchalantly walked closer to her standing point, with a much, eating personal space, he asked her,
"Need a hand, Himeko?"
Himeko blinked—wait, where is the suffix? No, it is not like she has the problem. But, this kind of distance, just a few millimeter where their nose will be touching each other, he stood. His eyes calm, maybe much calmer and much more what… laid back? Okay, maybe, he is much more laid back because previously he said, "Let us started as friend, Himeko-san?"
"Ch-Chikane…-kun?" she stutter, her cheeks feels hot.
"Yeah?", this Chikane-kun smiled, "Why your face is red? Do you have a fever?" he seems genuinely worried. But once again, he doesn't give a care to 'Personal Space'.
"I-I-I- am o-okay, Chi-Chikane-kun"
The heir then withdraw his face, much to Himeko's relief, then a wide smile appeared on his face. He looks so dazzling with a smile on his face, Himeko smiled a bit seeing this. Chikane then said, "I know, you must have been tired and hungry, don't you? Let's go to the dining room, okay? I already ordered some food, then I can help you unpacking, okay?"
Himeko doesn't understand, but she found herself agreed—well, she is not a person loves arguing, but certainly this boy has his own charm.
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"You know, you can be relax around me, Himeko! I will not do anything to you!" right, that was his words when two of them eating pizza. Maybe he is being considerate of her so he choose this for dinner—unhealthy, but still better than uptight food that Himeko afraid— but seeing him ate those junk food happily, she retreated her words.
Right.
"KYAAAAA!"
Himeko screamed—literally. Who doesn't?
There Himeko lying with her body being prisoned by other party. Okay, he is her spouse—it is not… well sexual harassment. It is perfectly normal if this boy wanted to do some uh… sexual activities with her. After all, he is her husband.
But, not if at the previous night he said "We started with being friend"
Not if at the diner he said "You can be relaxed around me, Himeko!"
NO!
"Ahhh, your voice is beautiful however could you tune it down? As much I love hearing that voice of yours, I rather not hear it near my ear" Himeko terrified. She distance herself as far as possible than this person.
"What are you doing cornering yourself like that?" He asked looks confused, "Is it wrong of me to be closer with my own cute wife?"
Himeko closed her lips, "I-It is not wrong"
"Then, are you perhaps inviting me?"
H-huh?
Before she can react, she has been hugged by this person. This person just lick her lips, slowly.
"Nnnhh!" Himeko shuddered in the sensation. She tries to break the hug, but failed. Why he is so strong? Is this because their difference in body? Or because of he being a male? Or is it because she is too weak—okay, next time, she will train her body—? Or is it because he buried her in his chest?
He just buried her poor self in his soft chest—wait, chest? Soft?
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To Be Continued
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Author's Note:
Yup, here I am Tatsumi Atsui. I rewrite this fic, because well… many reasons. One of them is my own embarrassment towards 'unpected situation' lol. Seriously. I am sorry for various reasons. And also, I will try to rewrite this fic as I can. But, please I can't promise that this fic won't be hiatus or be discontinue again, sorry truly. In this Rewrite, I will change some names and their personalities a bit. And the plots. Well, um once again sorry for grammar also sorry for being this irresponsible author.
Thanks for reading. Once again I am sorry.