The Day I Say I Do
Disclaimer : Konomi-sensei's.
Warning: Good ol' boy lovin'! Tezuka loves Fuji, Fuji loves Tezuka. Cheers!
author's note: Short oneshot that I had to get out of my head. For those of you reading 'the thing about love', I'm sorry for the wait. Gimme one more day! I'm half finished for chap 13 already! This one here is probably slightly ooc. Hit the review button and tell me what you think! HEARTS!
I take another deep breath. After all, it's not everyday that a man gets married, and I am entitled to be nervous. Only the slightest bit though. Only the slightest bit.
If I am to be perfectly honest, I am nervous, and rightly so.
There's no one beside me, or around me for the matter. There is only the priest, who is adjusting his bible and pays me no heed.
I look down at my shoes, which I polished early this morning after I managed to untangle myself from the sheets and his limbs. I never understood, and still don't particularly understand, how he could cling onto me so tightly while managing to sleep so soundly. But it's an arresting sight, and it's hard to find any complaints, so I let it be. As how it has always been. According to fate anyway.
Then, I look at my suit. It is perfectly ironed, and I frown when I realise there's a piece of lint stuck on my trousers. I pick at it, willing myself to stop fidgeting and get ready for the ceremony. I had never been one to fidget anyway.
I glance to my watch next. I always did worship schedules and rules, he has teased so many times, and still do. It had taken quite a lot to get me to admit as much, and I chided myself for giving in to his wiles, as much as I'd wanted to.
It was nearly time. Just two minutes more.
I breathe out slowly, trying to control my heartbeat.
I succeed too, until I open my eyes, which I didn't notice I'd closed, and look toward the archway of the church door.
He's standing there, holding the small bouquet of tulips I'd given him before he disappeared to change, and my heartbeat speeds up so fast I feel as though a thousand adrenaline rushes are hitting me at that single moment.
I hope he can't see how nervous I am, but I know it is wishful thinking. He always knows what I'm thinking. And I see confirmation of that in the gentle knowing smirk he sends my way.
His walk almost puts me in a trance. The graceful steps he takes make him look as if he was floating, like an angel. Tensai, tenshi; No matter, for in that moment, both seemed to meld together in his body.
His head was coyly bowed low as he stopped next to me. The next second, he was reaching out his hand towards me and I realise mine is still stuck behind my back.
I bring my hand to the side just in time to catch his in a tender grasp.
The instant our palms touch, it is as if we are cut off from the real world and nothing exists but the two of us.
I stare and drown in pools of aquamarines when his eyelids slid open to look back at me almost shyly.
Then he's nudging me with our joined hands.
"What?" I blurt out.
"The priest?" He smiles and motions with his head to the priest looking at me expectedly.
I look back at Fuji again.
"But he's not saying anything." I say as softly as my pride allows.
He chuckles, then leans forward to whisper in my ear.
"Just say I do already, Kunimitsu."
I nearly blush at my lack of attention to the ceremony, but I only raise my head and allow the two most important words at hand to slip through my mouth.
"I do."
The priest looked bewildered.
"I haven't began, Tezuka-san."
I cringe inwardly and give Syuusuke the look. He's muffling his laughter, and I begin to feel slightly embarrassed.
It had seemed as though forever had gone by while I was staring into Syuusuke's eyes, although in reality it had been less than a minute.
I make a mental note to punish Syuusuke when we reach the hotel (preferably laps, though I may be tempted to come up with something more...innovative), but he saved me from further embarrassment by turning to the priest and speaking three unbelievably beautiful words in his natural honeyed tones.
"I do too."
With that, he threw his bouquet to the priest and we sprinted out of the doors, stopping to catch our breaths as we neared our rented car.
"That was short…"
He snorted delicately, then looked up at me, his face flushed and glowing with happiness.
"Short is an understatement…"
"What about our rings?" I ask.
"We'll put them on after we're properly married tonight…" His eyes twinkle suggestively.
We stay smiling like loons (At least Syuusuke is, and I am managing a slight half smile) for a few blissful seconds before my lips crash down upon his and his hands stray to muse up my hair.
We break apart after a considerably long while, and I am panting lightly.
He gives me that mischievous grin of his as he hops onto the car.
"You'd better train up Mitsu… You're going to need your stamina tonight…"
And it was all he needed to say to get me to say I do again. And again and again and again.
Omake
Maybe he was right, and I do need to train up to keep up with his insatiable appetite, but it's going to take a lot to get me to admit as much, though I don't doubt Syuusuke's ability to force it out of me. You see, that's just one of the reasons why I said I do.