A/N: I don't know why I did this. I was just watching a wedding video in YT and then I remembered my own chaotic wedding preparation. Then the what ifs happen hehehe. Just skip if you don't like the idea.
Summary: Black vs White. Many vs Few. Garden vs Hotel. Tie vs Bow. Gold vs Silver. When you found the one, marriage is the next in line to offer. But when a couple began planning their dream wedding - stress and chaos joined forces together. How will the SenRu lover cope up to achieve their wedding of a lifetime, despite having several contradicting opinions? [SenRu[BL]
Genre: Humor/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own SD or any of the SD characters used in this fic
Checklist No. 1: The perfect date
"July 11 next year." Sendoh emitted his chosen date for their now, most awaited moment, over the tenure of their relationship. But the idea was immediately countered by Rukawa with "11/7 next year."
His thick brows met down towards the middle. Intently staring at the busy lad who seems to be more occupied on their flat screen TV, playing with his PS5 gaming console, rather than focusing most of his attention to a more serious and important topic. "A year plus three months Kaede? Are you serious? That long?"
A nonchalant shrug. "More time to save. Enough time to prepare." Thumbs switching on the joysticks and the buttons, pressing and clicking his character's battling combo moves. Oceanic orbs flaming. Muscles twitching with full determination. He's on the verge of claiming the boss and final fight! And he has to win this before the red-head idiot does, who, once-upon-a-miraculous-time, became his closest friend of all. And if the loud self-proclaimed genius wins this level before him, he'll definitely brag this anywhere he can - firstly in their office, then social media, their group meetups - anywhere! And he can't allow that to happen. Over his dead body and his lover's sexy figure!
"Why do I feel like you really don't want to marry me?"
"How so?" he asked.
Sendoh expresses a sulking face, though his partner won't be able to see it due to his undivided attention. "Can you really wait that long to marry me?"
The screen froze when the gamer hits the pause button. His icy stares glared down at his older lover, who sits comfortably on their carpeted floor. He showed his teeth clenching inside as he growled his sarcasm in between. "Who-do-you-think-proposed?!"
Sendoh was silenced yet again by the same topic Rukawa usually opens up every time he tries to win this kind of argument. A topic reminding him of his well-prepared plan to pop the question of eternity with his beloved. But his goal of trying to perfect it goes by days to months until Rukawa blew all of his plan when he popped the question first. He cried in embarrassment. "Why do you always have to bring that up?" Cupping his face with the hand where the piece of round silver object shimmers in his fourth finger, given by the Ice Prince himself.
"Then don't make me remember it, king-of-late-in-everything." And now he's back to his game.
"Like I said, I already bought the ring!" He pointed at the silver rounded-object, with a simple but elegant carving on it, shining around Rukawa's ring finger. "I'm just waiting for the perfect time. My plan is to hand it to you - on knees - at the top of the mountain but-" But Rukawa suddenly slouched his form back on the couch and snored aloud, ending his usual lengthy defense about his most failed plan.
Sendoh moved himself up from the carpeted floor to reach for his pale cheeks and pulled them apart. "Don't make me bite you super-rookie."
Rukawa swayed him aside. "Stop it. I'm playing." he annoyingly said and pressed the play button to continue on his game.
The older one returned back on the floor and faced his laptop once again to continue jotting down their wedding checklist on a spreadsheet. Organizing things has never been one of his proudest traits. He hates troublesome things as much as Rukawa does. Especially when he has witnessed it and experienced how stressful wedding preparations can be when he offered help on his older sister's wedding.
Time and great effort is required to fulfill each from their checklist. It will surely affect their corporate life, knowing both of them are fully occupied on their respective jobs during business days. But if he won't take charge, who will? It would take a luminous miracle for Rukawa to volunteer himself to take the lead in organizing a gigantic event such as this. Presumably, his only preparation would be him, himself, family members and the officiant who'll perform the ceremony. And no other fancy things after that.
To be honest, he too would think alike. But ever since their relationship began, Akira couldn't stop aspiring and setting long-term goals to progress their relationship. Realistic goals such as building their first home, investments, traveling and exploring the world hand-in-hand... which will all come to place once their marriage life began with a simple but elegant wedding ceremony. And now that they are engage, his futuristic mind couldn't stop imagining how beautiful Rukawa would be in a white suit, walking down the aisle, surrounded by their precious people, while he waits for him at the end of the red carpet. But of course, only if Rukawa permitted to as the young one hates being the center of attraction and will surely refuse to be treated like a bride. He sniggered at the idea, earning Rukawa's dubious look which he responded by shaking his head then returned his attention back to his delusional state.
The perfect wedding has to happen and he'll do everything in his power to give Rukawa the wedding he truly deserves. The only challenge now is he needs to take a giant leap to overcome his lazy bum.
"Kaede, I'm sorry but I am still not convinced with the date you chose." he reiterated, fingers kept tapping the keyboard. Moments given but no response was heard from the gamer which starting to vex his temper a little bit. "Kaede, will you please stop playing for a while and let's settle this once and for all? We got a lot to talk about and we're still indecisive on the first step." he stated, referring to their wedding date.
But Rukawa didn't removed his focus on the screen. "Go on. I'm listening."
Sendoh simply sighed his annoyance but kept his cool. "So you okay with July 11?" A dreadful silence before Rukawa speaks what's on his mind. "November 11."
"Are you really serious? That long? Do you really want to marry me?" he teased.
"No. I just need your insurance." Rukawa joked.
Sendoh moved himself up again and pushed Rukawa down by his weight towards the cushion then chomped the open side of his pale cheek. "Akira! I'm playing!" he gnarled, eyes and thumbs still trying to keep up with his game. Sendoh gave a final peck on his cheek, "Serious now please."
"I am serious! Go away." he growled, pushing the heavy person on top of him aside, using his elbow, and sat up properly. Luckily, Sendoh freed him and moved back to his organizing-station. Rukawa wiped off his harassed and damped cheek with his shirt's sleeve and back to hitting the controller again.
"Now tell me, why do you keep insisting November 7? Is there an important reason why?" Sendoh asked again, but got no immediate response. He eyed his lover whose stares are still locked on the screen. He waited for a little while, giving his hard-headed lover a time but no answer was heard yet again. "Kaede..."
His irresponsiveness from the third call of his name finally hit Akira's temper button, resulting for his voice to increase its tone. "Kaede will you please stop playing?!"
The game was paused immediately. "What?!" His tone pitched up, irritated by the interruption and his almost defeated round on the boss fight level. "I've already told you my preferred date... multiple times!"
Sendoh was taken aback by the sudden behavior. "Oh I'm sorry. Am I interrupting your busy time?" his sarcastic response.
"I answered you properly. What more do you want?"
"I'm just asking the reason why! Is it that hard to pause your game for a second and answer me?"
"Why do you need a reason? And why are you in a hurry in the first place?" Rukawa irritably asked.
Akira's angry tone increases in every exchange. "And you are not?!"
Rukawa paused himself but darting his blue orbs against Sendoh's own. He sighed out. "I don't see any problem Akira."
"Well I'm seeing a problem with your inattentiveness."
Another sigh until he whispers something out of his anger. "You're so annoying." Then pressed the play button again.
The next thing he heard is Sendoh's laptop slamming close, surprising him. "Akira?"
Sendoh then collected the laptop and his notes, carried them all in one hand and stood from the ground. "Play all you want. Don't stop! Or I'll break that stupid console of yours in half."
Rukawa was left dumbfounded. "Seriously?" He watched his furious boyfriend's retreating form and now heading towards their bedroom. "Akira!' he called but was only answered by an earsplitting slamming of their bedroom door.
It took a minute before Rukawa regained his senses, realizing his own mistake. He slouched himself back on the couch and just turned off his console. He sighed. Probably best to sleep in the couch tonight and allow Sendoh an alone time to cool himself.
"If I were Sendoh, I would've thrown you out with the console hanging around your neck Kitsune." Sakuragi strucking more knives to his problematic morning. The third consecutive morning wherein Sendoh intentionally left home without greeting him with his favorite good morning smile and his good riddance kiss. He thought his mood would subside for that same night coz for him, it's just a simple argument. But Akira seems to have taken it to the heart. "Why blame me? I already told him over and over. He just keeps insisting his own preference." Rukawa reiterated his defense.
"Sheesh. I know you know it's not the date he's mad at." A matured response coming from one of the most insensitive person back in high school years.
Rukawa gave him a bit of a scowl and squinted. Hard to admit but the red-head is absolutely right.
Both took a step to fill the gap on the queue, waiting for their turn to order their morning coffee. "But it's the boss fight." Rukawa uttered.
"Really?!" The also-competitive red-head was shocked and disappointed over his ultimate rival's leading achievement. "You already reached the boss fight? I still can't get close to that level!"
"Tch. You're still a wimp." But deep inside, his competitive side is relieved. He's leading on the game way way ahead.
"Pfft. As if you can still play after your big fight, wedding-destroyer."
The lady at the counter called for them as they gave out their usual ordered coffee.
"I'm not the one with the problem." Rukawa says.
"Because you are the problem." Sakuragi pointed out.
Rukawa squinted, but frowned for the red-head is correct yet again. If only he didn't blurt out those rude words. "He's just complicating things." he murmured. Rukawa paid for his own share and took his coffee from the counter, which the so-called genius did as well. Both stomped away, headed out. "Then why don't you give spiky the chance of a lifetime? The man just wants to marry you as soon as possible."
Another worth-of-applause moment from Sakuragi's adulting opinions. "Are you sick? Who changed you?"
"Haruko my love of course." he pointed proudly at himself. "I'm a matured person fugly fox. Why don't you try and change your egoistic self for the sake of pleasing your husband-to-be?"
He shrugged and refused to prolong the conversation, for once Sakuragi started this repetitive declaration of his love for his wife, his daughter and his unborn child, it would be endless!
Both stood behind the crowd, waiting for the green light of the cross-walk to lit. "Well, he should've propose first." he murmured.
"He was just waiting for the perfect time."
This time, Rukawa glared at him. "Which side are you really on?"
Sakuragi chortled. "When did I ever take your side kitsune? Nyahahahaha."
"Tch. I should've just told Ayako-senpai."
"She'll tell the same. You might even get a slap on your head." he joked. The two crossed the busy street, joining the crowd, when the green light lits.
"Then what should I do?" Unsure of himself on why of all people, Sakuragi is the one he asked this particular question. His mind is in total chaos ever since this morning, trying to come up with his next action to pacify his angry lover.
"Give him the date then."
"It won't happen."
Sakuragi narrowed at the shorter one. "Geez. You really are a selfish fox. It's really a wonder for me how you got your relationship to last for thirteen years."
"Tch. I have reasons." he insisted.
They swiped off their badge to enter the building's facility. "Kitsune, it's been three days. He's been treating you like a ghost for three days. And you are okay with that? If my wife does that to me, I'll die in an hour."
The elevator bell sounded, cue for them to enter the narrowed shuttle. "Hn. I survived a month of him snubbing me."
"A month?! He did that?" Sakuragi presses the 17th floor as they walked further inside.
"Aye. He sulk like a woman."
Sakuragi chuckled. "Can't blame spiky, you are too hard-headed anyway."
"Whatever." But deep inside, one month is something he cannot cope up with again. Especially when Akira's smile, corny jokes, romanticizing moves and stupidity are the only things that brightened his day.
"By the way, am I the best man?" An out-of-nowhere question from the man which made his upper lip twitched to the corner. "Why?"
Sakuragi glared at him. "What why? I'm your best friend!"
"Who said so?"
"I cooked you a perfect rolled Omelette!" A massive fight, far in comparison from their usual simple banters, happened back in their high school years but unified by a rolled Omelette in a lunch box prepared by the red-head himself. Since then, their friendship gradually blooms, but of course their little insults against each other never dispersed.
"Aaah that garbage."
"Shut up! May I remind you mister, if it weren't for me, you'll still be single up until now!" Sakuragi reminded him his very own successful plan which started the SenRu relationship. In which Rukawa got his own counter statement of "If I didn't reject your wife's confession back then, you're still wifeless by now."
And that silenced Sakuragi. He quickly switched the conversation back to the best-man-subject. "I promise I'll give the best speech." he said with swearing of his hand.
"No." his immediate rejection.
"Argh. I hope your PS5 is completely broken by now."
They have arrived at their designated floor. Rukawa did the honor of pressing his thumb on their office's biometrics to open the electronic door. "He won't do it."
"Why? He told you he'll break the console." Sakuragi said as he followed the raven-haired inside and made their way to their designated area.
"He always said it but never done it. Akira is partly my mother, you know."
"This time might be different."
"He still won't."
"How sure are you?"
"'Cause Akira bought it himself as a gift. Akira values money. He'll rather sell it to earn money than breaki-" A realization halted both of their steps as their heads turned to each other.
A deep intake of breath before Rukawa turned the knob of their unit. A pair of leathered shoes welcomed him, neatly parked on the side while the black trench coat of his beloved is hanging on the rack.
Akira is home.
He swallowed before stepping inside. Probably another night of ignoring his presence.
He changed to his home slippers and hanged his coat on the same rack. He walked further and firstly checked his favorite console. Gladly, it's still there. Unsold. Unbroken. A palm he placed on his chest, relieved by the great news of the night.
Out of the blue, an enticing aroma brushes his nostrils. Akira seems to be cooking. He headed to the kitchen and found his boyfriend doing his usual thing at night. He halted his feet in moving forward, deciding to take this minute to savor this image of his boyfriend wearing a dark gray sleeveless cotton shirt and his fox-printed apron. His well-built muscles exposed and his favorite hair-down look of him. Damn! His husband-to-be is such a daddy!
He cleared his throat to composed his day-dreaming self.
Back to this snubbing thing, perhaps initiating a chat could probably end this. He can't have another one-month of no talking again. It's a complete torture.
So he breathed in all the courage and approached his beloved at the counter. "I'm home." he greeted in his usual tone.
To his glee, Sendoh responded. "Welcome home." But in a firm and blank low tone. Of course he will respond. It's one of their house's unbreakable rule.
A long silence. Rukawa stood at the end of the counter, tapping his fingers on the granite, thinking of his next topic. "Haruko-chan is pregnant again." The only thing he can pull from the selective slots of his memory. Which turns out to be a mistake, as this news is not new to the both of them. And obviously, it was a pity move that won't get any response from his sulking boyfriend. Okay, let's try another. How about a common interest? "North Face is on sale. Want to check?" An information he doesn't even know if true but might steal his lover's attention from slicing and pounding the poor garlic. Sadly, Akira didn't respond.
Okay. Last try. His eyes rolled everywhere, trying to come up with the last and should be perfect topic. "A new restaurant opened three blocks from here. Want to give it a try?"
Alas! Akira turned his way. But it's not what he expected. His blankness a while ago turns into a raging look. "You're impossible!" Sendoh growled, slammed the knife at the counter, removed the apron and walked out towards their bedroom, leaving his cooking to Rukawa's care.
It took a minute for Rukawa to realize what unforgiveable thing he did! Sendoh is cooking their dinner! And he offered to go out instead!
He bit his lower lip and slammed a palm on his forehead. 'Shit! Wrong move.'
The wild boys of Shohoku's 90s basketball players who are now matured ones shared the perfect sunny weather at a children's playground where the proud fathers, Miyagi and Sakuragi, took their toddlers out for a weekend stroll. Mitsui, married but not yet a father, came along only to chill with his friends including the soon-to-be-married, Rukawa Kaede. Over the course of his relationship with Sendoh Akira, who is known to be the friendliest man in the district, Rukawa has gradually changed to a slightly sociable person but on selective groups only such as this one, whom he considered his closest friends... but hated at the same time.
An ear-banging laughter coming from his usual tormentors filled the whole playground, interrupting the children playing who are all now looking at their direction. All because Rukawa opened up the dilemma he worsened last night which ultimately jeopardize his every day good-night and morning kiss.
"Rukawa Kaede - the shittiest fiance ever!" Mitsui uttered aloud between their thunderous laughter.
The littlest daddy wiped the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "That was like, Honey, your cooking sucks! Let's just go out." then back to laughing again.
"Wait. Wait. Wait." Sakuragi interrupted, halting their joined laughter in an instant. "Who proposed again?" The three exchanged glances for a little moment then back to their audible chortling, taunting their egoistic friend even more. "The nerve of this fox to propose?! He couldn't even woo his husband-to-be properly."
Annoyed by being played-at, Rukawa stood from the wooden bench. "Fuck you all." he muttered and was about to leave when Sakuragi grabbed an arm and forced him to sat down. "Come on man. We're just playing..."
After a few minutes of their continuous laughter, the atmosphere has finally calmed to console their friend who is stuck in a problematic situation. Miyagi started. "Why don't you just choose another date Rukawa? I heard it's best to choose a date ending on 0 or 8."
"Why so?" Sakuragi cluelessly asked.
The previous respectable captain formed a circle using both of his hands. "Endless."
The MVP followed through by shaping his hands with a vertical eight. "Infinite."
Ignorant expression left the two youngest in the group. Obviously, unaware of such beliefs. "The fuck is that?!" Sakuragi's high pitched tone awakened his red-haired daughter. "Oh sorry my darling." he said and swayed his baby, hanging in front of his chest, back into sleep. His back to the debatable beliefs after his baby turned sleeping. "I am married on the 19th and still the luckiest husband alive."
Miyagi shrugged. "Jinx on Haruko-chan then." The two older ones joined a chuckle.
"Shut up!" he growled. "Then what about you both? When are your wedding dates?"
"On the 8th." Miyagi revealed followed by Mitsui's. "20th."
The redhead got furious for feeling ignorant. He covered his daughter's ears before swearing "Fuck your beliefs! I'm a happy man. Period."
Both laughed again.
"Learn from the changed man Rukawa." Mitsui says. "Cooperate with Sendoh on the preparation. Don't let him do it all alone, it's too stressful. Besides, he just wants to give you the perfect wedding you deserve. Be grateful you got a partner like him."
Somehow, Mitsui's words threw an axe on Rukawa's crooked mind. Sendoh has always been doing extra effort for him, and sometimes he's taking it for granted.
"Also, try to look for another date Rukawa." Miyagi added. "Best solution if you can't accept his preferred date."
However, Miyagi's suggestion is impossible. "I can't." His immediate reply.
"Why not?"
He looked away. Cheeks tinged in a blush. "It's..." he swallowed, anticipating his usual oppressors' reaction once he blurt out the actual reason why the two dates are the only selection for his wedding date. "It's..." He sips on his tumbler to buy some time to gain more courage in accepting his fate. "It's... our jersey number... back in high school..." He mumbled in a very low tone, praying no one heard him.
A rush wind of silence passes through before the three stooges cracked up another episode of their gigantic laughter. "NYAHAHAHA." Smashing and stomping their feet from chortling. "That's so high school!"
Rukawa could only wish the ground swallows him whole right there and then.
"Fuck you all." he exclaimed. "Seriously. Fuck you all."
Earlier that evening, Rukawa arrived home after having a morning 'til afternoon bonding with his previous team mates.
He found his still-sulking-fiance luxuriating comfortably on their three seater midnight couch. Feet crossed on top of their coffee table. One arm resting above the back-pillows of their couch while the other is lying on the armrest with a bottle of chilled beer on his grip. Focus is on the screen, watching a replayed American-football game with those serious and deadly glares he only encounters during crucial times of a basketball game, or when he refused to talk to anyone - especially him.
It's been five days since that night. Five days of no talking, cuddling or kissing at all. Not even touching!
Whenever they have arguments, it's always Akira who wooed him first. Most of the time, even if Rukawa is on the wrong side. Sometimes he feels dominant whenever Akira persuades him first. But in a situation like this, whenever Akira is acting this way, the root cause will always be his mean and hurtful words. Words blurted out of anger. Words like daggers hitting a gentle and kind hearted man like Sendoh.
'Besides, he just wants to give you the perfect wedding your deserve. Be grateful you got a partner like him.'
He smirked after recalling his morning conversation with his friends. Sometimes, bonding with those people is not a waste of time at all.
Tonight is the night to end this - the right way. And he is the only one who can put a stop on his lover's excessive sulking.
He marched cautiously towards the couch, sat half of his butt, like a soldier, at the other unoccupied corner of their soft midnight cushion.
A long dreadful tight-lipped battle between the two until Rukawa speaks out.
"Sorry."
Sincerely and softly spoken. An apology accepting he's at fault and a declaration that he wants his fiance back in his arms. "I didn't mean to offend you." His hands fisted on top of his legs. Apologizing is really hard to say if coming from an egoistic person such as himself but always a cure in relieving a heavy heart.
"It just came out of anger. I'm sorry." he added.
Rukawa gave it a minute to hear any form of response but none was heard. His eyes rolled to the corner to check on Akira, but sadly, nothing has changed. Not even a flinch or a sip from his beer. But he won't stop until Akira forgives him tonight.
So he straightened his back and slides his butt to the middle part of the couch. "If... If you want July 11, let's have it. I'm okay with it."
Another mummed moment. Rukawa glanced secretly, checking his fiance but still, no movement nor any sort of response at all. Seems Akira is really mad.
He straightened his back again, adding some clearing of his throat, before sliding himself closer until his hips bumped onto Sendoh's steady leg - filling the space between them. "I promise to participate in all the preparation required for our wedding."
But his wooing attempt failed for the third time, Akira's serious focus is still on the soccer game.
His shoulders jaded. Looks like his words are not working at all.
But no! He's the main reason Akira is acting like this and he'll do everything he can until he wins his man back tonight! As Captain America would say, whatever it takes!
He paused and think of a substitute plan. But after minutes of contemplating, only one thing crosses his mind. He shut his eyes firmly for this idea is a total opposite of his proud personality - imitating Akira's suave moves. Geez, just the sound of it already cringes his spine. But none of that matters. He's going to marry this guy anyway. Better let him see this side of him too.
So he began by entwining both of his hands and stretched them forward in their full-length, adding a bit of groaning until his back reaches the backrest of the cushion, and his nape resting on top of Sendoh's arm. Soft groans escaped him as he snuggled his body even closer towards Akira, acting as if trying to find his comfort. His head is facing the television but his focus is on his peripheral view. Sadly, no reaction from Akira again.
Okay. Next move. He crosses his arms above his tummy, acting chilled from the coldness of their room, and bent his head to the side until it lazed down on top of Sendoh's shoulder. He gave it a moment before rolling his eyes upward to check Sendoh's reaction. Unfortunately, still unsuccessful.
Romanticizing is over. Nothing works!
So how about... endearing words?
He swallowed. Rukawa Kaede, the man of few words; the proudest of them all; is about to surrender his pride just to please his sulking daddy back!
So he retained his gaze at Akira, refusing to blink to capture any hint of movement from his man then softly whispers "Miss you."
Alas! A brief twitch on Akira's lips! Like a hint of a smirk! Unfortunately, it's too quick coz the lips immediately straightened, but his keen eyes was able to capture it! Seems the endearing words is the most effective one.
How about throwing one more? His decreasing ego is worth every inch of reaction on Akira's lips anyway. "Love you."
This time, blessed by the miraculous heaven's above... he got a smirk! A giddy smirk to be exact. But Akira is still trying to prevent his smile from forming by twitching and pursing his lips to each corner, bulging his cheeks from the inside, and finally hid his giggling lips by sipping his beer.
His upper lip irked in annoyance.
That's a progress right there! But Akira is still ignoring him. Perhaps, Akira is not yet ready to forgive him? He breathed out a frustrating sigh. Now he has to use the final and last card. The only card that never failed him. The card that won him every argument they had in the past. A night of win but regretting when the morning comes. "Listen Akira. How about I ride you on top tonig-"
"Okay. You're forgiven!" His slim body was quickly brought up and carried over Sendoh's shoulder. Akira stood from his seat and briskly headed to their bedroom. Once inside, he gently laid Rukawa on their bed.
Rukawa gave out his dumb look to the man above him. "Really Akira? After everything I've said? That's the only thing that moved your ass from the couch? You giant sulking walking perverted dick!"
The irresponsive man a while ago chortled aloud, echoing in every wall of their bedroom. He then pulled up Rukawa's hand and kissed the silver object on his fourth finger. "You got me at your first apology Kaede." he grinned. "You're just too cute that I have to pretend like a statue just to see how you will woo me." he laughed. "It's the hardest thing I've ever done."
Rukawa snorted. "Jerk." And sandwiched both Akira's face between his palms. "I'm truly sorry Akira."
Sendoh smiled his eyes. "Apology accepted."
"And will you please turn off the television first. Save electricity." Rukawa lazily exclaimed.
"I purposely left it on."
His eyebrows met. "Why?"
He leaned in to whisper. "So you won't wake our neighbors up with your loud and sexy moans."
Embarrassed, he smashed a pillow right into Akira's face.
Three days later...
"I'm sorry but July 11 next year is already occupied." The secretary of their preferred officiant said. Ikegami, who now officiates same-sex marriage in the country, offered him free of charge as his gift to his most respectable friend.
"Can I talk to Ikegami? Is he here? I'm a dear friend and I'm sure he'll open this day for me." Sendoh persisted.
The lady frowned, implying his request is impossible to happen. "He's on a business trip at the moment and I'm sorry but he is really unavailable on that day. I'm really sorry."
And now there's only one date from their very limited option, which happens to be open based on their officiant's calendar. Fate has favored the lucky fox yet again. He turned to his fiance who is now batting his eyes in victory. "Fine! November 7 next year." he mumbled in defeat, and began scribbling their names on the calendar. The secretary handed him some papers he needed to fill out as well. A victorious mocking scoff was heard from the young one. "SenRu pffft."
"Shut it Kaede."
Still not over teasing his demeaned lover, Rukawa grabbed a pencil form the counter with a red ribbon tied on its end and waved it softly, whispering "RuSen wiiiins."
Sendoh chuckled and give his shin a slight kick. "Silly fox." And then returned his attention back in jotting down their personal information.
Little did he know, Rukawa had already inquired for July 11 date before the night of his proposal for he too, wanted to marry Akira the soonest possible. But he kept it as a secret for he just wants to play with his soon-to-be-partner for life. Though the argument is not part of his plan. Well, he paid it with his sore back the following morning anyway. So win-win for everyone!
Rukawa threw a final tease. "Since RuSen won the date, Ru should be the top tonig-"
"Not gonna happen." Sendoh's immediate rejection.
A long behaved mouth of Rukawa Kaede before exclaiming another. "How about on the wedding day-"
"Not in my lifetime, Kaede."
Rukawa simply scoffed. He doesn't like the RuSen idea anyway...
A/N: Hope this chapter made you smile. Chu.
Thank you for reading.
Next checklist.
TBC.