Okay, so. I'm a real dunce when it comes to this marriage-arranging crap, so you'll have to bare with me, yeh? ;3 I do hope you enjoy and I thank you for reading thus far~
Enjoy yourselves 3
The Autumn air was incredibly fresh and naturally-scented of woodland aromas. Megumi inhaled deeply and smiled gently, staring at the fallen leaves of burning shades, the mild weather dismissing their natural greens and blending yellows every Autumn without fail. It wasn't just any Autumn day, however, it was a very special day..
M-m-my wedding day! she thought nervously, thinking about what she could be in store for. She had met with Reiko and her Mother earlier, in the morning, it was now noon and the ceremony was supposed to take place at 5PM - she had very little idea why she was being dragged there in the longest, black limo she had ever seen two hours in advance.
She had been blushing the entire day, she speculated that she might've even blushed while she was asleep - She was getting married to Yahiro, of all people! How could she not be nervous? She had tried to cool down her face on the way there, in fear of him catching a mere glance of her constantly-reddening face and teasing her all day over it.
Sakura-chan was acting really strange yesterday, too.. she thought to herself, remembering the events of yesterday, just before she was about to retreat to her warm, comfy bed, Sakura had stopped her, saying, "I need to talk to you, Megumi-chaaan~!" making Megumi sweatdrop and want to retreat as fast as she could, only to be dragged back to the couch where Jun and Sakura had been.. cuddling..
Megumi was dragged over to the clean, citrine sofa that sat infront of her half-a-wall, flat-screen TV - They seemed to have been watching some kind of Japanese drama about unrequited love that later became.. requited - Megumi had laughed nervously, scratching the back of her neatly-combed tresses, "Did you need something, Sakura-chan?" she sounded almost afraid, as she slightly inched away from the grinning girl.
Sakura gave a definite nod and looked at the honey-brown-haired girl with a fight between happiness and mischief dancing within her apple-green gaze, "Ne, Megumi-chan.. You're getting married tomorrow, right?" she asked with an oblique grin.
Jun seemed to flinch when she mentioned it - He still wasn't entirely sure about the whole 'Yahiro becoming his older sister's husband' thing yet. He decided to excuse himself due to his obvious discomfort, though he had a nagging feeling that Sakura would do something to.. corrupt Megumi's thoughts. Despite this, he stood up and gave a crooked smile, ".. I have to go get my.. uh.. music sheets done, so I'll be in my room, if you need me.. See you later!" his maroon orbs darted towards his room's entrance and he took off, all but sprinting.
Megumi looked longingly at where her slightly-younger twin brother had gone and sighed in exasperation, wishing she could also run into her room and lock the door with some false excuse - It was of no use, though - Sakura had -that- look again, / H-hai, I s-suppose so.. /Megumi replied uncertainly, her nervous, fawn eyes locked onto Sakura's own, self-assured one.
Sakura smirked with mischievous intent, her thin fingers dancing on the cushioned space between herself and her soon-to-be sister-in-law, ".. You know, there's more than just a wedding tomorrow, right?" she asked, she already knew the answer - Megumi was too innocent to know about anything like this, as someone who will be apart of her family soon, she has to be straight-forward and concise with her, teaching her all that she can offer.
/ Oh? / Megumi tilted her head in confusion, trying in vain to wrack her brain for events other then her wedding happening that day, / Oh, no! Is it your birthday tomorrow, Sakura-chan?! I'm sorry! I was just so nervous and.. I'm so selfish, I'm sorry! Maybe we should move it so that no one will miss your birthday.. Oh, nooo! / Megumi wrote out in a frenzy, surprising the pink-haired Ushikubo girl, she seemed to look at Sakura with guilt and penitence.
Sakura quickly splayed her hands out infront of her, gesturing for Megumi to calm herself, "No, no - It's not my birthday yet, so you don't have to move it - What I meant was.. The wedding night," her voice sounded suspiciously quieter when she said that last part, making Megumi worry.
/ .. Wedding night? / Megumi showed her with a curious glint in her chestnut eyes, despite the overbearing feeling that she should run away.
The other girl grinned deviously, "You've never heard before? The wedding is really special, ne? You're almost 18 years old and you don't even know about that?" she bombarded the shorter girl with questions, at some point, she was genuinely surprised that, as innocent as she is, Megumi hadn't known that there was something that became a practice among newly-weds after the ceremony.
/ N-no one ever told me - Is there something I have to do? /
"Well, if he's not completely spineless, he'll take charge,"
/ Charge of what? /
"The.. you know.. stuff.."
/ What stuff? /
"Come on, Megumi, you know.. it.."
/ It? /
"Making.."
/ Making..? /
"Making love."
/ Wh-wh-wh-WHAT?! /
"I'm glad you know what that is,"
/ Don't laugh at me! How would I know you were talking about that? /
"Isn't it on most teenagers' minds?"
/ N-no.. Most teenagers think about wholesome things! /
"Oh, Megumi.."
/ Wh-what? /
".. You're so silly, it's adorable!"
/ Sakura-chan! Don't just bring stuff like that up, randomly.. /
"I just wanted you to be ready for when he.. " she began, before bending towards Megumi's ear and whispering something inaudibly, though it was clear that the brunette heard.
/ That won't happen! /
"If Yahiro's a healthy young man, it will most definitely happen!"
/ B-but.. No! Stooop! /
"Megumi-chan~ You're being silly, it's nothing to be afraid of.."
/ Have you done it...? /
"Of course!"
/ W-wi-with Jun?! /
"..You don't want to know.."
Megumi sweatdropped - She had said she didn't want to know, but that was pretty much a damned yes. She was blushing profusely then and decided it was time to take her leave, / Good night, Sakura-chan! I'll see you tomorrow! / she wrote out quickly and nervously, holding it up and then practically flinging herself at her bedroom's closed, magnolia door.
The cardinal blush spread over her face once again and she furiously winded the window down, allowing air into the moving limousine before she ran out of blood in her body and passed out, or maybe her face would overheat and completely combust - That would've been an awful thing to happen on someone's wedding day.
At the moment, it was just herself and the limo driver in the vehicle, and she silently thanked Kami-sama for that - her Mother might call off the wedding thinking that it could be bad for her health if she married Yahiro, Reiko-san would've teased her forever, just like Yahiro would've and the S.A would most likely dote over her like crazy.
There was so much that she had to think about - What was it like to be married? She didn't really know who to ask about that one. Would they have to share a room? Though, she supposed, if they weren't ready for that, there's bound to be loads of spare rooms in the mansions. She's gotten better at cooking, so that's one plus - He even complimented her once.
Though, there was something that she always worried about, more than even what Sakura had said and it was something so trivial and childish to be worried about at her age, and she could bet that Yahiro had done it many times..
My.. our.. first kiss!
That's right - Megumi had never any need for a romantic relationship, even though quite a number of males from Hakusen had confessed to her, the S.A were all she really needed, even Ryuu and Jun were more than enough to fill such a void, therefore, before meeting Yahiro, she had never even thought about kissing anyone, marriage was something she wanted, but she assumed she had her entire life to think about that.
So.. She had never kissed anyone before, she hadn't even kissed Yahiro, though, there were times when they almost did..
It was a bit frightening, the air was stale and felt like something was wrong with this rich man's mansion in the central area of England. She was standing atop the extensive roof, surrounded by guards dressed like fancy C.I.A agents, although, they probably didn't really dress in black-tie suits, polished matching shoes and dark shades, but that's how she saw them on T.V so many times.
There was a comforting presence behind her, something that made their cornering of her not so scary, he was standing idly behind her, watching with a protective glint in his deep, brown orbs. He eyed them cautiously, before his head came to rest on her small shoulder, making her blush lightly, "Sing." he had urged her, whispering it coolly into her ear without qualm.
She nodded without hesitation - Maybe it was because she trusted him, but she felt like her atomic voice wouldn't harm him in the slightest - She opened her mouth in a wide, preparing expression, and released her inner voice. It was destructive as always, making the entire building quake and no doubt disrupting the party below. She watched as the men tried to desperately shelter their ears, before falling unconscious, dropping like flies.
Yahiro grabbed onto her elbow firmly and twirled her around, the long, maid-servant dress of sickly-green bellowing behind her gracefully. He let go of her elbow and embraced her with a serene smile adorning his features, ".. Good job," he told her kindly, a rare glint of care in his dark orbs. His grip on her tightened as they came closer and closer together.
Their foreheads touched momentarily and he was moments away from closing the distance, when a challenging roar filled the air, "I'm borrowing your bike!" called a clueless Tadashi, unaware of their endearing moment, which he had utterly destroyed.
"LEARN TO READ THE ATMOSPHERE!" Yahiro growled loudly, the sound echoing around the estate like unrestricted gunfire. He sighed in disappointment and let the blushing Megumi go, realizing that her shyness would kick in now, totally ruining any chance they had of kissing for once.
It was a dusky Monday night and the trees rustled calmly with the cool breeze assailing it relentlessly. Megumi was sitting on the same bench that she'd always sit with Yahiro at. She had such a sad face, and she knew it was silly the reason she did.. Yahiro wasn't hers, after all.
She had left the apartment in the cheeriest of moods - Herself and Yahiro had been meeting alot lately and he's been texting her more and more. It sometimes, really felt.. like they were an actual couple. She understood that sometimes he was nice and sometimes he was just plain cruel, but how could it be like this?
She decided to take a nightly stroll, seeing as the weather was calm. It felt like a great day to go throughout town, and if she was approached by anyone suspicious, she could just sing, right? She passed several places and her eye was caught on a pair sitting in a small, glowing cafe with beautiful artwork adorning every wall. The couple seemed like they were so natural together - A tall, slender woman with breasts that complimented her slightly-outward hips, dressed in a skin-tight, mid-thigh length dress of extravagant rose and across from her.. well, there was unmistakably.. Yahiro Saiga.
She had bit her lip and held back tears most effectively, gripping the ends of her lengthy, creme scarf tightly. She suddenly felt freezing and irrevocably alone. She didn't even notice his eyes rest upon her with that idle, bored face of his and then widen upon realizing it was her - She ran away as fast as she could, which wasn't too fast, actually. She didn't know where she wanted to go, but she, for some reason, found herself curling up in the edge of their bench. Her back was resting on the intricately-carved rails and her knees pressed against her torso, arms desperately clinging around them, futilely warming herself.
".. I can't stand you, you despicable jerk, Yahiro.." she mumbled to herself in a heartbroken voice, hollowly staring out into the dark, frighteningly shadowed trees which concealed everything within without fail.
"Now, that's not very nice.." An unexpected, condescending voice rang out, "After I came out here to look for you, too - You've got some nerve making me run," it sounded light-hearted, but there was something heavy in the way he spoke to her, something more emotional than she thought she'd hear heaving behind those tactful words of his. He didn't even scold her for using her voice.
Hearing his familiar voice made her pearly teeth gnaw into the flesh of her bottom lip, ripping some of the skin off. Tears were welling at the bottom of her fawn eyes and she had no way, or intention, to stop them from flowing down her cold, pale cheeks, the salty warmth making her shudder in contrast, / What do you want? / she had no strength to speak to him.
"You're so troublesome, Megumi," he told her in a serious, calm tone, taking the seat infront of him. She noticed that he was wearing a fancy suit with grey outer-clothes, the traditional white button-up shirt and a blue-gray tie with almost-amber stripes. His pink hair tapered over his eyes, shadowing a gaze that she might not want to receive.
/ You didn't have to come here, you were on a date anyway, right? / she wrote out in anger, showing him it. She was being silly and jealous, she knew that and she also knew that someone like Yahiro, who could so easily tread on her feelings, would never accept such petty concerns.
".. A date, you say? No, not quite. My cousin.." the familial word froze Megumi, her mahogany eyes widened - Cousin - he continued, ".. she's in town. You probably saw her - She's from my Mother's side.." he didn't know why he so urgently needed to clear up the misunderstanding - He would usually just leave the many girls pining after him to their own devices, allowing them to cry themselves to sleep if they had to, but he couldn't treat her like that, she was.. delicate.. special, even.
/ I-I see.. I'm sorry if I got in the way of that, you should go back.. / she wrote out with an apologetic look - She bit her lip and she was completely flushed - She was so embarrassed! She was acting like some spoiled child!
The corners of Yahiro's slim mouth quirked up and he had a rare look of gentleness, "You shouldn't look at people like that, you'll make them do weird things.." he whispered softly, Megumi gave him a confused look and he placed his right hand on her cheek, cradling her face between his fingers affectionately.
/ Y-Yahiro? / she wrote out, she was somewhat panicking - Was he feeling okay?
He leaned in and Megumi seemed to succumb to the coming action, though her eyes didn't close in anticipation, as most girls' would, she just sat there, meeting his caring gaze and when he had almost connected their lips together in conjunction..
"Megumi-chan! Megumi!" called those pesky voices that he hated so much, the ones belonging to the childhood family of Megumi Yamamoto - Ryuu Tsuji and her twin brother, Jun Yamamoto - They had awful timing!
Yahiro pulled away with a casual smirk, masking his disappointment, ".. I'll see you then, Megumi.." he said nervously, before walking away briskly, his slender hands resting in his pockets, as he calmly moved towards the Saiga mansion, leaving Megumi dumbfounded on the park bench to be scolded by Ryuu about personal safety.
There was that one time.. In his office, too.. Megumi thought, and immediately thought of how embarrassing that is. She blushed a quirky shade of rose, almost akin to that dress she saw Yahiro's cousin wearing that emotional evening.
"Seems we're here, Yamamoto-san," the chauffeur told her, one, clothed arm hooked around the back of his chair and his surprisingly-youthful visage staring at her. He got out of the car quickly, pulling himself out of his ditsy state, "Congratulations, by the way," he told her, smiling politely while he opened the passenger door.
Megumi bowed awkwardly, / T-thank you.. / she showed him before scurrying over to where she was told to go.. Eto.. the small room to the right.. A-ha! she searched the place before finding it, it had its own veranda and everything. She inspected the nearby chapel and smiled brightly - It was the one she told Yahiro that she loved from the brochure.. I thought they said they were totally booked out in September, though.. Odd!
She reluctantly walked towards the one-room building and cautiously slid open the white-framed doorway of glass, noticing the whole place was set up for cosmetic preparations. There was a lady with announcing sun-glow yellow tresses that reached her shoulders, and pale-cyan orbs - She was obviously a foreigner. Megumi loved how foreigners looked, they were so cool! She wished she was one sometimes, but if she was, she probably wouldn't have met Yahiro..
"Yamamoto-san?" the foreign woman asked with a kind smile, her eyes trailing over the girl who was probably a forehead shorter than herself. Megumi was confused as to why she used honorifics, but since she's working in Japan, she must be top-of-the-line and therefore, be versed in other countries' languages.
/ H-hai - Are you.. Robsin-san? / Megumi asked uncertainly, smiling shakily. She only received a nod before being ushered over to the chair. Infront of her was an innumerable amount of hair and skin-care products, aswell as perfumes and styling tools.
"Kiroshina-san has already dropped off your dress via the courier, so we're all ready to go. My name's Amelia Robsin, but you can call me Amelia-san, if you're more comfortable with that - I'll be helping your prepare!" she seemed excited and Megumi was relieved that she wasn't some disagreeable old lady.
/ Hai! Arigatou, then, Amelia-san! Yoroshiku onegai shi masu!* / a light-hearted chuckle was hard behind her, as the blonde-haired woman read the message through the mirror.
"Okay! Let's get started!" she said enthusiastically, causing Megumi to smile in happiness - I'm really.. getting married.. to Yahiro.
The wedding bells had chimed a few hours later and Megumi was still on-edge, Yahiro didnt' show any hint of being nervous as he took his seat at the front of the church, Kei Takishima, his best man, standing next to him in a gray-scale suit with a slightly darker tie. Yahiro was clad in a black tuxedo, as was western tradition.
Megumi peeked out of the dressing room and bit her lip self-consciously - She didn't think her body really went well with this dress, but she couldn't forsake all of Kiroshina-san's hard work, plus, she really liked it - It felt like it was made for her, but other people probably didn't think so.
She watched idly as the usher moved her Mother to the left side of the church, seating her directly in the front. She seemed to almost be breaking out into tears. Another white-vested usher was leading the ebony-haired Saiga head and his wife, Reiko Saiga, towards their designated seats, which were on the right, where Yahiro sat.
Yahiro.. she thought to herself as she watched him, sitting there and his eye twitching in annoyance as Kei spoke, she could see the knowing smile on his face. She felt a firm hand on her back and before she could look back to see what it was, she was pushed out of the dressing room.
"Ganbatte!" a fired-up Amelia told her, smiling broadly. She was such a happy person and Megumi thought she must really love what she does.
She ungracefully walked downwards clad in her expensive, hand-made dress. It felt amazing when she moved in it and she could feel the envious eyes of many females in attendance - Though, half of these people, she didn't know and she doubted that Yahiro knew most of them either, but as always, he took everything in stride.
Jun was waiting for her when she reached the front of the aisle and she smiled at him, interlocking their arms. She bit her lip nervously and looked at her younger twin brother again - One day soon, she'll be able to see him getting married, too. She was really happy, she hardly contained her excitement.. Megumi Saiga.
Her little brother seemed to sense her discomfort and his hand gave her upper-arm a reassuring squeeze before they began to moving, their steps almost in sync with the soothing and traditional organ music.
Yahiro didn't seem to be having a good time, listening to Kei harp on about this and that and how he was right all along about him loving Megumi and so on. He couldn't take it, but when he looked down the purely-carpeted aisle, his breath hitched. Maybe this wedding will be worth it, after all.. he thought, smirking.
Megumi shyly ducked her head as she could feel everyone's prying eyes on her, she could especially feel one, certain sadistic teenager's eyes set on her, probably with that mean smirk of his!
Kiroshina-san had outdone himself this time, everyone had to agree. Megumi was clad in white, practically glowing. A bejeweled corset-like torso piece sculpted around her gently-developing curves, encrusted by regal threads and bordered elegantly around the edges, and the middle, the back being laced up tightly, courtesy of Amelia Robinson, much to Megumi's chagrin. Velvety satin fell around her legs, reaching all the way down to her concealed feet, which don polished, slightly-elevated shoes of beige, a rare glimpse exposed when she walked. She reminded Yahiro of some blessed angel, for some trivial reason, hiding her feathered and graceful wings.
He held one slender hand out to her and her much smaller one seemed to fit perfectly into his, as he pulled her up with him ever-so-gently, the fabric of her wedding dress swaying as she swung around. He looked down at her and noticed she felt nervous, giving her a reassuring smile before letting go of her hand.
The priest began reciting his generic speech and everyone was tearing up by then, Akira was almost in tears, thinking it was a waste that Megumi looked so beautiful for Yahiro and not some other, more deserving, guy that she picked.. But she probably wouldn't have given her to any man ever. Megumi and Yahiro smiled at each other somewhat lovingly as they recited their own vows, making a very endearing atmosphere around them.
"Yahiro Saiga - Do you take Megumi Yamamoto to be your lawfully-wedded wife? To have and to hold, aslong as you both shall live?" the priest questioned according to tradition.
He nodded without hesitation, "I do." he said clearly, a certain finality to his voice, as he stared down at his petite wife.
"Megumi Yamamoto - Do you take Yahiro Saiga to be your lawfully-wedded husband? To have and to hold, aslong as you both shall live?
"H-h-hai.. I do," Yahiro seemed to growl quietly, though it wasn't over the fact that she used her voice to answer, that was fine, in this situation, anyway.. It was that she seemed too unsure for his liking. He'd have to clear that up later.
"Then, you may kiss the bride!" the priest announced happily, his voice bellowing benevolently throughout the beautiful chapel.
They both gulped in unison. Megumi looked up with insecurity in her eyes and began to worry, and feel shy, about having their first kiss infront of everyone, it was her first kiss overall, aswell.. This wasn't good. She had watched enough dramas on T.V to know what to do, though, so she followed it step by step:
1.) Lightly wrap your arms around his neck and bring yourself closer.
2.) Don't lose eye contact, even if you're the shyest and smallest girl in the world.
3.) Tip-toe a little - If he's much taller than you, which he is! - do that he doesn't have to bend over the entire way and risk looking like an old man with back pain.
4.) Kiss.. I guess?
When their lips met, it felt like something was finally whole within them both. Yahiro reveled in the scent of her, she smelled of creamy vanilla as she always did and her pleasant scent mingled with the aroma of strawberry that drew out from her hair, seeming to envelop him in bliss. Megumi was the first to pull away, it was shorter than most kisses, actually and Yahiro sighed in disappointment, it seemed kissing would be full of his sighing when it came to Megumi for a while yet.
Megumi was blushing like crazy and Yahiro smirked at her flirtatiously, seeming to be in one of those moods again. He took her hand in his and her face was taken over by a rose blush once again. They all met outside with their guests in attendance and all the woman seemed to be making a pool of frenzy at the bottom of the chapel steps. Megumi took a deep breath and threw her wedding boutique backwards, consisting of various, white species of flowers.
It was caught by a girl with short, raven-black hair.. who was just walking past it seemed. She spared one, uninterested look to the pair and seemed to recognize Megumi. Everyone looked at her in shock as she whistled innocently, walking away with the flowers unceremoniously harbored under her arm.
The bride giggled happily, as she was pulled into a limousine by Yahiro's firm hand. She waved towards her friends, who were trying to calm Akira down, after apparently seeing Yahiro make perverted movements downwards on Megumi while they were kissing infront of everyone.
Okay, there we go. I'm sorry if this was.. stupid :c I have a very vague idea of what goes on during weddings, so yeh :P I hope you liked it regardless, but if you didn't then, hey, that's okay, too ;D See you next chapter, I guess c;