(A/N) So, I've never actually been to a wedding so I'm just skipping a lot of it and doing the stuff that I do know, and are the most important :P And, since they're in Japan, they probably should be doing a traditional Japanese wedding but I have no idea how those go. So sorry, but I hope this will be interesting anyway.
"Luck never made a man wise." –Seneca
The day of the wedding, Gokudera was literally forced into his suit.
He'd woken up, and immediately decided that today would be a good day to jump off a cliff. So that's where his dad had caught him, climbing out his bedroom window. His father had nearly blown his top dragging his son away from the window. They'd had a huge argument, throwing things that were nearly impossible to replace, that somehow ended with Gokudera in his suit, growling as his father drove him to the church where the wedding was supposed to take place.
Gokudera couldn't imagine what it would be like to be legally attached to that… whore. She'd have the authorities on her side that allowed her to touch him and… do other things. Gokudera shivered.
His days in hell had begun.
Yamamoto was having trouble tying his tie. He didn't know why they had to make these things so impossible to tie. Even his father couldn't do it! He wondered if Gokudera knew how… He shook his head violently. Now was not a time to be thinking about him!
He was getting married today.
Huffing in annoyance, he decided to just skip the tie. He threw it onto his bedroom chair, running downstairs and into his father's car. He stared out the window, hating himself for feeling excitement as his father drove towards the church. How could he possibly be happy today? Today was the last day he could ever love Gokudera without feeling guilty.
Miharu had cheered him up so much. She had dragged him out of his depression when no one else could. But he didn't feel the attraction to her that he should've when they were getting married; he just liked her as a friend. Yamamoto sighed and rested his head on the window.
Today was going to be a long day.
Gokudera was frozen.
The pastor had told him that he'd wanted to hurry along this marriage since there'd be another one immediately after. Gokudera had shrugged and said that he didn't really care. And he didn't. Better to have it go quickly than take forever.
He didn't think that the wedding after his would be Yamamoto's. But Gokudera could see him in the crowd, wearing a white suit almost identical to his.
Everything in him seemed to freeze. He couldn't take his eyes off Yamamoto, who he hadn't seen in four months and had tried so hard to forget about. He swallowed as their eyes connected.
Time around them stopped. All Gokudera could see were Yamamoto's eyes widening in shock and he could tell that he had the same expression. Gokudera's heart clenched painfully and he broke eye contact. He stared down at the floor, trying to hold back the tears brimming in his eyes.
How the hell was he supposed to do this if he was watching him the whole time?
Yamamoto was pretty sure his mouth was agape.
He had insisted to watch the wedding before his since he wanted to be polite. He had walked down the aisle and almost choked and died right on the carpet.
Goku… Gokudera was standing in the husband's place in a white suit.
Yamamoto felt his knees start to wobble and he made it to the nearest open seat before he collapsed. He couldn't believe that of all of the weddings, it had to be Gokudera's. He thought about leaving, but he couldn't even take his eyes off Gokudera, let alone move his legs.
Then their eyes connected.
All the breath was taken out of Yamamoto as he stared into those bright turquoise eyes. His heart clenched painfully and he could tell that he was going to start crying. He used every ounce of his self-control to prevent himself from running up there and tackling Gokudera.
When Gokudera broke their eye contact, Yamamoto felt something break inside of him. If he hadn't leaned his head down so that no one would see his tears, he would've noticed that Gokudera was trying hard to do the same.
When Gokudera was pretty sure that he had composed himself, the wedding had started. He took a deep breath and looked up; avoiding the place where he knew Yamamoto was sitting. His stomach twisted painfully, like he'd seen Bianchi, as Airi walked down the aisle in the ugliest wedding dress Gokudera had ever seen. Or maybe it was a good dress and Airi just ruined it. Gokudera had to resist the urge to spit in her face as she climbed up the stairs and smiled at him.
The pastor went through all the formalities before turning to Airi.
"Airi Kouzoki, do you take Hayato Gokudera to be your lovely wedded husband?"
"I do," Airi whispered, looking like she was the luckiest girl in the world. Gokudera wanted to go throw up in a corner. He took a deep breath as the pastor turned to him. This was it.
"And Hayato Gokudera, do you take Airi Kouzoki to be your lovely wedded wife?"
Gokudera hesitated. He could hear the crowd start to murmur behind him, saying things like, "he has doubts," and, "he doesn't deserve Airi at all." Gokudera felt anger start to rise in him but then he could feel a certain pair of eyes on him. He swallowed as he realized that Yamamoto was staring at him. Making his decision, Gokudera faced the pastor with determination.
"No." The whole crowd gasped and Airi staggered, pale as a ghost. She looked like she was about to faint. She ran over to Gokudera and grabbed his arm, on the verge of tears.
"B-but Hayato-chan! What about all our plans?" She cried. Gokudera grimaced in disgust and yanked his arm out of her grasp.
"What did I tell you about calling me that?" He growled, turning his back on her and descending the steps. "And we never made any plans, you whore."
The crowd was dead silent as Gokudera walked back down the aisle, his eyes fixed on one person. He stopped in front of Yamamoto who stared up at him, wide-eyed. Gokudera's eyes softened and he held out his hand to Yamamoto.
Yamamoto stared at the hand, his whole body shaking as if he was trying really hard to stop himself from taking it. He looked up at Gokudera, his eyes filled with pain.
"Gokudera… I'm sorry… I-I can't… my dad needs the money…" he stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes.
Gokudera felt like rifles had shot eighty bullets into his heart. He stayed frozen, his arm still sticking out. Eventually he put it down, so slowly that it was hard to tell he was moving at all. He bent his head down, his bangs covering his face.
"I see," he whispered, his voice so soft that he wasn't even sure if Yamamoto had heard him. He gave Yamamoto the most pained look the man had ever seen before making his exit.
He ran out of the church, not holding back his tears anymore. He sobbed loudly as he ran blindly to who knows where. He had ruined his marriage, his relationship with his dad even more screwed than before, and for what? Just so he could be rejected by the one person who he'd ever loved?
Something was tearing at his legs as he continued to run, his tears preventing him to be able to see anything. Everything was blurry, hot, and wet. His leg spasmed and he fell to the ground, curling into a fetal position as he cried his eyes out. The face Yamamoto had made when he rejected him blocked his vision. Slight anger rose up in the overwhelming pain Gokudera was feeling. His expression had proven something to Gokudera.
He'd been the only one in love there.
Yamamoto watched Gokudera run out, wondering what the hell he'd just done.
Gokudera had dropped everything to come over and be with him and he had rejected him. What was wrong with him? He gave up his love for money? Yamamoto wanted to curl up in a hole and die. How could he have done something like that to cause Gokudera so much pain? However, he couldn't dwell on his decision for very long for it was his turn.
He swallowed as he stood, his legs shaking horribly. It was a wonder that he made it down the aisle at all. He stood in the place where he was supposed to be as the music started.
Miharu looked absolutely gorgeous as she walked down the aisle. Yamamoto just wished that she wasn't walking to marry him. Yamamoto barely contained himself from crying as she came to stand next to him. She gave him a side-ways glance and it took Yamamoto a second to recognize the emotion that was in that glance. Understanding.
Yamamoto's eyes widened as he realized that Miharu must have also had someone she'd had to give up. He shot a grateful look back to her and hoped that she understood the message. She nodded and smiled softly at him.
They both turned as the pastor started the wedding. Yamamoto didn't remember a single thing that happened, or even him opening his mouth to say those two words, but somehow he had ended up being married to Miharu.
The one thing that Yamamoto did remember was kissing Miharu. Her lips were soft, but he couldn't help but compare it to kissing Gokudera. Truthfully, Yamamoto preferred Gokudera's kisses. He broke off from the kiss with Miharu, feeling guilty that all he could think about when they kissed was the man that he had rejected. Miharu placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled to show that she understood. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"There's a corner by the side of the building that no one ever passes by. You might want to check it out. I'll tell everyone you took a bathroom break." Yamamoto stared at her and smiled gratefully.
"Thank you so much, Miharu," Yamamoto said, bowing as he followed her directions to the corner.
When he found it, he dropped his composure as he slid down the wall. He buried his head in his arms and cried his eyes out. He hated himself for choosing money over Gokudera and he knew that he could probably never take it back. He'd probably never see Gokudera again. His body shook violently with sobs as the pained look Gokudera had given him filled his vision.
He really screwed everything up.
(A/N) Well, there's that chapter. I don't really have anything to say here except apologizing for taking so long to upload. No warnings about the next chapter because I still have to plan it out :P And I also feel like this chapter's quote is the title of a Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi episode. Doesn't it sound like something that Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi would say?
