The wedding ceremony was the next day, exactly at noon. It was a perfect day for an outdoor wedding as well; the sun shone brightly, the only clouds in the sky far in the distance. Not a chance of bad weather to be seen. The temperature itself was a bit chilly due to the breeze.

The wedding was very traditional. It was being held at a private shrine that was surrounded by sakura blossoms, which were very fitting for the groom. He was named after them after all. He stood at the back with his bride, talking with her silently as the guests filled the seats.

Psyche and Delic moved toward the groom's side of the chapel. Psyche wanted to see the couple as they passed, but Delic didn't want to sit directly in the front. They compromised with a middle row close to the aisle.

Delic looked around for a moment and blanched – he was surrounded by ravens. The Orihara family had exceptionally dark hair, even for being Japanese. It was always pitch black and silky, and their pale complexion didn't help with the color. A rainbow of eyes stared at him as he sat down, eyeing him and his strangely colored hair. He was certain they were making assumptions about him and Psyche.

One Orihara in particular was scrutinizing him with golden eyes. That gaze held power and dignity so strong that even Delic felt overwhelmed by it. He broke eye contact and leaned closer to Psyche to ask who the man dressed in white and gold was.

"That's my youngest cousin Hibiya. He's the one who is going to inherit this estate once he's of age," Psyche murmured quietly. He looked over Delic's shoulder and smiled, waving toward his cousin. Hibiya huffed and turned away, crossing his arms. "Although he seems to have developed an attitude since I last saw him…"

"You're tellin' me…" Delic grumbled in reply.

When the ceremony began, Delic had to remind Psyche to keep quiet – it was hard to keep the raven settled when he was overwhelmed with excitement. They watched Toki and Sakuraya walk the short aisle – Delic noticing the somewhat depressed look on Sakuraya's face as he glanced over toward the corner of the room. When Delic looked in that direction, he saw Shitsuo watching solemnly.

He felt a pang in his heart, one of understanding and condolence. He understood what it felt like to love someone and have it not work out; however, this was far more extreme than what he had gone through in high school.

Delic looked over at Psyche, noticing how he was grinning from ear to ear; completely oblivious to the political arrangement that was taking place. He was seemingly blinded by the concept of love and didn't see the corruption beneath the mask. Delic wondered if that was a blessing or a curse, to be so blatantly positive to the point that he could block out anything negative.

What he didn't know was that Psyche had run into Sakuraya the day they first arrived. He didn't know that it was obvious to Psyche how Sakuraya longed for Shitsuo.

When he had bumped into him in the hall, they instantly greeted one another and caught up for old times' sake. Sakuraya helped Psyche put away his bags while they chatted despite being the most important man in the estate for that weekend. Being the chatty person that he is, Psyche had told Sakuraya about his life with his mother, how they had struggled, and how he had to deal with love and loss.

"You're so lucky you're able to get married to the one you love," Psyche commented as he fluffed up his slightly mashed pillow and placed it on the bed. "It must be nice to have someone like that."

"Yes…it is nice to have requited love," Sakuraya has said as he took a seat by the windowsill. Psyche glanced up and noticed something flash in his relative's eyes, one that he had seen in himself only a few months earlier.

"Is something wrong?"

Sakuraya seemed to be shaken from his day dreams, "Oh, yes. I'm quite alright." Psyche didn't buy it though, and it was obvious to Sakuraya that Psyche didn't believe him. He sighed, moving up to close the bedroom door.

"Saku—"

"Psyche, what I'm about to tell you is a secret I have told no one," Sakuraya started quietly, his voice hushed in a whisper. "You must keep this a secret and not let it interfere with the events that will be taking place tomorrow, do you understand?"

Psyche nodded, somewhat confused. "Why are you telling me this secret? Wouldn't you tell someone you know better?"

Sakuraya sat down on the bed beside him, grabbing Psyche's hands with his own and squeezing gently, "I'm telling you because you told me." Psyche was more confused by that, shaking his head slightly.

"I don't undersand…"

"Come." Sakuraya stood up, pulling Psyche to his feet. He led him to the window and pointed out. "Look out to the court yard. What is the first thing you see?"

It only took a moment before Psyche grinned and pointed down as well, "I see Delic and Shitsuo talking." He waved quickly, giggling when he saw the blond wave back at him.

"And why is it you saw him first?" Sakuraya asked as he waved too, smiling warmly when Shitsuo bowed his head. Psyche had to think for a moment before answering.

"Because he's my best friend. I'll always spot him in a crowd first, and not just because he dyes his hair."

Sakuraya's eyes slid over to catch Psyche's, two shades of pink staring at each other quietly. "Is that the only reason?"

Psyche shook his head.

The elder nodded and sat back down onto the bed, Psyche following behind him. He remained silent, knowing that his cousin would be giving him one of his famous "wise lessons". It was best to keep quiet and let him talk.

"You love him, do you not?" Sakuraya asked. Psyche's eyes widened slightly, his mouth falling open.

"I never mentioned who I –"

"You didn't have to," Sakuraya said with a kind smile, "The chemistry between you two is very strong. However, you said that he does not love you back, yet he is still the most important thing in your life. Why?"

Psyche's heart was beating fast in his chest. He had never openly expressed his feelings to anyone else before. Only Delic knew of his most raw emotions. He was scared to admit what he had been trying to hide.

"It is all right. I will not judge you," Sakuraya whispered comfortingly. Psyche let his head fall as he closed his eyes.

"He's…he's the only person I feel that I can be myself with. He's the only person who ever made me feel this safe." Psyche glanced back up at Sakuraya, "But I don't understand what this has to do with the wedding tomorrow…"

Sakuraya's smile faltered somewhat. "Sometimes…sometimes relationships aren't built upon love or friendship. Sometimes, they are formed to ease conflicts between families." Realization dawned on Psyche at that moment. He looked back toward the window, knowing that Delic and Shitsuo were still outside.

"Shitsuo…"

"If I could have a choice, I would choose him," Sakuraya said quietly. His voice was echoing with sadness, calling out to Psyche for comfort. The youngest hugged his cousin tightly. "Just like you, Shitsuo is my best friend and my true companion. I love him more than anyone else. However, we simply cannot act on our emotions." He pulled back to hold onto Psyche's shoulders to look in his eyes. "Yes, requited love is a wonderful thing. But sometimes I wonder if it's easier to deal with heart break than to deal with this."

Sakuraya had taught him a valuable lesson that night before leaving to get ready for the wedding the next day. Psyche learned to value what he had and not what he had lost. He was lucky compared to others. Even with his heart aching, he still had the chance to be with the person he loved most. Sakuraya didn't have a choice.

During the ceremony, he desperately wanted to intervene and help Sakuraya be with his one true love. He bit his tongue and kept quiet, putting on a fake smile as they walked past. To others, he seemed over joyed to the point of crying. However the tears in his eyes were one of sorrow.

He and Delic watched woefully as the Shinto priest conducted the ceremony, blessing the couple and giving them sake to drink. They listened as Sakuraya read aloud his vow. From his position, he was staring toward his family's side. Psyche was certain that his pink eyes were trained on the butler who stood in the shadows across from him, rather than on his bride. Delic was certain that Shitsuo was soaking up every last word that Sakuraya said. They were acting like this was their wedding, and the only two people who were attending were Psyche and Delic.

The wedding ended with a kiss, and soon everyone moved out to go to the reception in the dining hall. Delic noticed that Psyche had tears in his eyes. "Psyche, are you ok?"

The raven nodded and rubbed his eyes, 'Fine…just emotional."

Delic didn't have to ask twice. He could understand how Psyche was feeling.

Thank you so much for waiting! This summer has been crazy! All of June I was working on my personal novel for Camp NaNoWriMo, and I'm proud to say that I completed all 50,000 words! However, my story is only half finished! So for August I'm doing it again to try and finish it up and reach another 50,000. That means I'll be taking another hiatus for August. I've been working all July to get back into the swing of writing these characters and unfortunately I took a bit too long. I only have another week to write as much as I can for this fic before I have to focus on my novel again. So, you get double the updates for being so patient and supportive! I really can't thank you all enough. So much love to all of you!