Hello everyone! How're you all? Fine and safe, I hope.
Here's a new one-shot. Actually, today's the 457th birthday of Sir William Shakespeare, one of my most favorite authors. Wish you a many many happy birthday, Sir.
As a little birthday gift for him, I have already started co-written "Evermore" with Golden Glow of Amber which was a serious story of sinful love. In comparison with that, it is nothing. Rather, it's lighthearted and funny. It's been a while since I wrote something lighthearted and humorous for my beloved OTP. Since KaiHil is a balanced couple, along with some serious stuffs, they deserve some light contents too. That's why, here it goes:
Pairings: KaiXHilary, TysonXDew and KaneXSalima.
Warning: Alcohol, a bit of drugs and some curse words. But an OOC Kai surpasses them all! Yes, Kai is way way way...OOC here, so pardon it at first :P
Inspired from: "Love or flirt" by Cutetyhil. When she was writing it, I got this idea to write it. Thanks a lot for writing LOF, Simy! Love that and you to no end *Flying kisses*
Based on: One of the works of Sir Shakespeare. Can you guess? :P
Anyways, let's start it!
Around 17th century, in Osaka, Japan, there lived a lavishly rich business tycoon, named Hayashi Tachibana. Along with a gigantic castle with an enriched garden and immense wealth, he had two daughters; Hilary Tachibana and Dew Tachibana. Dew, the purple-haired girl and the younger between the sisters, was not only divinely beautiful, but also polite, well-mannered, shy and sweet-just like an ideal woman expected in the erstwhile society of Japan. Almost all the young men in Osaka wanted to marry her. But Hayashi made a vow that he wouldn't get Dew married off before Hilary. That's why, Dew's wedding couldn't take place. Reason?
Her elder sister, Hilary Tachibana. Of course, she was much more beautiful than her younger sister was but the problem was her behavior. Let alone Osaka, almost in entire Japan, people doubted whether a quarrelsome, talkative, wild, fierce and short-tempered woman could be found or not. In nature, she was exactly 180-degree opposite to her sister. Her tongue was no less sharp than the blade of a sword. Even the elderly people in the city couldn't get rid of her. Every man in Osaka feared her like death, trying their best not to even step on her shadow. They called her, "Hilary the shrew", but not before her. Who had two hearts in his chest by the way?
Tyson Granger and Kane Yamashita-both craved for the hand of Dew Tachibana though the girl was secretly in love with the former. Hayashi knew it too but he was too adamant to get Dew married before Hilary. When the blunettes were asked by Tachibana to marry his elder daughter, they effortlessly stepped back, specially, Tyson Granger. He wasn't able to forget how brutally the brunette had thrashed him with a whip when he'd been caught with the purplette in an embrace. He couldn't have left his bed for seven days. When he used to recall it, his backbone would throb in sheer pain.
When these complications were going on and people had no idea what to do, from Tokyo, there appeared a dual-haired, tall-postured, amethyst-eyed man, named Kai Hiwatari-with an attractive body structure as well as a charming personality. His grandfather, Voltaire Hiwatari, had been the mentor of Hayashi Tachibana once upon a time. Not only that, he was the childhood friend of Tyson and Kane too. Meeting him, both the blunettes were so excited. After chit-chats, when Kai let them know that he was intending to get married, Tyson and Kane mischievously told him about Hilary, the elder daughter of Hayashi Tachibana. Though they were merely kidding with him, Kai took it seriously, vowing to marry no other woman in this world except the brunette.
Tyson and Kane tried to warn him but too adamant the dual-haired half-Russian was, sticking to his decision. When he met Hilary for the first time, he understood that his friends had been serious about her. She even presented him a nice, wonderful slap on his cheek but too calm and witty the Russian was to step back. Even after getting beaten by a woman, he didn't feel a bit humiliated. Rather, his firmness to the decision of marrying her increased more. Glad and relieved, Hayashi also agreed. Hilary screamed, tossed her arms and legs, swore Kai fulfilling the content of her heart but all these things went in vain. The wedding ceremony was fixed after three days.
"Take care," The slate-haired guy pecked on her cheek, "Meet you on Sunday, Hil."
"I guarantee of destruction," She bitterly simpered, "Mr. Kai Hiwatari, control your zeal!"
The very auspicious day arrived. The church was decorated beautifully. Invited guests were eagerly waiting for the arrival of the groom. But, even after two hours, he didn't arrive. The invitees started making jokes of him and his fiancée. Even the priest also became impatient. Hilary Tachibana, the bride, dressed in a white, off-shoulder georgette ball gown and diamond jewelries, her hair tied in a loose bun decorated with pearls and face covered with a transparent white, flower-attached veil, was biting her lips and seething in anger, ruby eyes bubbling with tears. He'd been the one who had shown much interest to marry her. Then why was he being so late? What was going on in his mind? Could he really make such a joke of her?
No, Kai didn't betray her. He came…but not in the attires of a groom. Rather, he was wearing a black Yukata top with a thick white waistbelt and a pair of black Hakama trousers. There was a white scarf wrapped around his neck. A sword was hanging from his belt as if he hadn't entered the church to get married but to wage a war against the invited guests right then. There was only his servant with him, in shabbier cloths. The stallions that they had ridden were so skinny that they seemed starving for two weeks. Seeing him, Hilary's eyes went widened as the jaws of the guests dropped. What a groom he was!
"Change the cloths, Kai," Hayashi lightly spoke, "It's your wedding ceremony today."
"No Sir," He smirked, disagreeing with him, "Hilary is marrying me, not my dress."
Sighing, Hayashi ordered the priest to start conducting the marriage. Facing the groom, he asked, "Kai Hiwatari, do you take Hilary Tachibana…"
"Yes yes," Kai nodded, not letting him complete his sentence, "I take Hilary Tachibana is my lawfully wedded wife however, whenever, whatever, wherever and whichever she is."
Slapping on his forehead, the vicar turned to the brunette, "Hilary Tachibana, do you take Kai Hiwatari to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance?"
Before the brunette could reply in the affirmative or the negative, Kai screamed, shaking his head, "Yes, yes, she agrees! With much satisfaction!"
His screeches were so loud that flinching badly, the priest dropped the documents where the groom and the bride had signed. Lowering his back, when he was lifting them, the groom elbowed him. He also fell on the floor in front of the widened eyes of everyone. Taking the chance, Kai quickly lifted the veil from Hilary's face, pulled her closer by the waist, cupped her chin and pressed a firm kiss on her lips, without taking the permission from the priest. Though the kiss was enjoyable, Hilary shivered, gulping. It was the first time in her life that she was feeling damn nervous before a man who was outsmarting her.
However, somehow the wedding rituals were completed. After it, Hayashi put a massive and gorgeous feast for the guests but Kai didn't agree to attend it, saying that he was in a hurry. All the guests exchanged baffled stares with one another. Hilary got irritated with her groom when she knew that she herself wouldn't be able to be present in her own wedding banquet. She started badmouthing him at the top of her lungs but Kai was Kai, trying to woo her with sugary words which he'd never uttered in his life.
Three stallions were brought by Kai. Stallions they were only in names, actually, in their bodies, there was nothing without the skin and the bones. Giving Hilary one of them, Kai and his servant rode the remaining two. Through the craggy paths, the horses strode with their shaky legs, almost wobbling. Kai was cursing them in each and every minute. What was their fault by the way? Seeing the three poor animals, it was seeming that within no moment, they might collapse on the road, not able to bear the burden on their backs. Hilary sighed, gritting her teeth. At last, only this was written on her fate?
After the long journey, Hilary was very tired and hungry. Kai might know it too. That's why, not properly stepping at his home, Kai loudly chided his servants and maids, "Where the fuck are you all? Arrange the foods. Your madame is so hungry. We were in so hurry that we couldn't even attend the feast of our wedding!"
No sooner had Kai completed his words than the butlers organized the table with various delicious dishes. Their smell increased the fire of hunger inside the stomach of the brunette. But Kai started criticizing all of them. Throwing the plate of the roast on the floor, he hissed, "Can a human being ever eat this burnt flesh? Take them away! My wife has stepped in this house and you are trying to feed her these things?"
Staring at the perplexed brunette, he softened his tone, "Never mind, darling. You're my beloved wife and I cannot let you eat these filthy stuffs."
Hilary couldn't find any blooper in any of the dishes. Rather, they seemed tastier than the foods of her own residence. Besides, she was so hungry that even though there would be any fault, she would never count it. Yet, she didn't utter these words due to her pride. Standing up, she acknowledged, "I'm very tired. I want to sleep."
But there was no sleep written on her fate for that day. When she went to have a nap after changing her cloths, her husband started counting the faults of the bed too. Dragging the velvet blankets and pillows out of the bed and shoving them on the ground, he exclaimed, "Is it even a bed? The pillows are harder than stones! Should it have been the bed of the new bride? Am I giving you guys salary only for doing this nonsense?"
Hilary had to keep sitting on the hard, wooden chair for the whole night. She couldn't enjoy a wink of sleep. Whenever she was snoozing, her sleep broke, hearing the curses of her husband towards his servants.
In the next morning, the same thing was repeated. Showing his immense love and how much he cared for her, Kai threw away the plates of breakfast, again, showering hundreds of colorful words on the poor servants. Hilary was so hungry that forgetting her ego, she wanted food to the butlers but they shook head in disappointment as they were ordered not to give food to the brunette without the presence of their master.
Hunger made the woman restless since she'd been starving for the last two days. At the same time, anger and grief stormed in her heart. Did he marry her only for letting her famish and die? Even the beggars who had come to the door of her father had got something to eat. Did her condition become worse than theirs? Because of the lack of sleep, dark circles were evident beneath her dimmed, lifeless ruby eyes. She spoke to herself, 'He does these things, saying that he loves me. But seeing the example of his love, I don't think I'll be alive.'
When the girl was thinking of her fate, not letting her do that, the half-Russian entered her chamber, with a coy smile plastered on his face and plate of barbequed chicken in his hands. Nearing her, he asked, "How're you, honey? Any problem?"
Hilary didn't answer, making a face. Forwarding the plate to her, her husband grinned, "Look, how much I care for you! So that you can eat, I myself have cooked it. I believe that you'll like to eat it."
She was so irritated that she couldn't utter a single word, thus, shuddering violently.
"What happened? Won't you eat?" Kai raised a brow, "Oh, I think you aren't feeling hungry. Huh, my efforts went in vain."
Faking a sigh, Kai turned back, taking the plate. But Hilary had been starving for two days, flames were burning in her stomach. Of course, she was angry but her appetite outwitted it. Digesting her irritation, she spoke, "Please, keep the plate here."
"Of course," The slate-haired guy smirked, "But thank me at first."
"Thank you so much, Sir." Hilary sarcastically grimaced, mixing some sugar with her voice, much to her unwillingness.
Smiling, Kai sat before her and kept feeding her with his own hands. Hilary was surprised but she couldn't protest. Kai wasn't a professional, skilled cook but at that condition, the pieces of meat seemed nectar to her taste buds. Like an obedient little girl, she ate from the hands of her husband. After feeding, Kai wiped her lips with a handkerchief and spoke, "I ordered a beautiful dress and a hat for you. The tailors must have arrived. Let's go and see them."
Yes, they were waiting outside for the dual-haired man. At first, the master of the house called the hat-maker. Coming, he showed the lavender fedora hat studded with a rose in a corner, "Sir, according to your orders, I have made the hat."
"What the fuck have you made?" He simmered, "I didn't order you make such a nasty hat. This is not bigger than a nutshell! Go and make it bigger!"
"I'll take the hat," Hilary demanded, "All the ladies wear same hats."
'When you'll be a lady, you'll get it too,' Kai pondered, 'Not before that.'
Hilary got some strength in her body by eating before a while. Fiercely, she protested, "I'll speak! I'll speak whatever I want! Though you don't feel good to listen, you cannot seal your ears like closing your eyes and shutting your mouth!"
"You're right, honey," Kai pretended as if a single word of his wife hadn't entered his ears, "This hat is ugly. I have understood that you're very sober. My love for you has increased, dear."
"I don't want to know whether you love me or not!" The brunette fumed, "I have liked the hat so much! I want to take it! I don't need any other hat!"
"You want to see the dress which I ordered for you?" The Russian didn't pay any heed to her words, "You can see it now! Hey someone, bring the tailor."
A butler fetched the tailor. The off-shoulder dress held in his hand was breathtakingly gorgeous, lavender in color, with puffy-sleeves. The waistline was bedecked with pearls. Stars appeared in the ruby eyes of the brunette as she saw it. But her husband being his usual self, didn't spare the masterpiece too.
"What the hell have you brought?" He gritted his teeth, "What a cheap fabric this is! This is seeming one of them which are worn by the street sluts for drawing the attention of the sex-hungry people at nights! Does my wife look like that to you, you brainless idiot?"
"I…" Hilary tried to object, "I have never seen such a beautiful dress in my life."
"Right, you're," Kai nodded, "I have also never seen such an ugly dress in my life. Hey man, have you lost your eyes?"
The brunette sighed, facepalming but her husband drove the hat-maker and the tailor out. Yet, they didn't mind because they knew that it was nothing but a well-organized drama for which they'd already been paid well. Once they left, turning to his wife, the Russian spoke, "Nah, there's no profit. Get ready, I'm telling the servants to get the horses prepared. We're leaving for your father's home."
Hearing that, Hilary was, indeed, very happy. Furiously nodding, she spoke, "Yes, let's leave."
"Hm," He agreed with her, "If we get out now, we'll reach before the lunch. Now, it's only 7 o' clock."
Hilary went dumbfounded. 7 o' clock? Was he okay? It was lunchtime there. If they started their journey, they would reach at least before the dinner, not before the lunch. Somehow, managing herself, she spoke, "What…what are you saying? It's fucking afternoon now! How…how'll we get there before the lunchtime?"
Listening to the protest of his wife, Kai understood that she wasn't tamed yet. Whereas, he wanted her to agree with him on each and every point he made.
"Look, still you're against my words and deeds," He sighed, crossing his arms on his chest, "Fine. Whenever the clock will show the time according to my words, only that day, I'll take you to your father. Not before that."
The brunette remained speechless, not able to utter a single word.
Almost after a month, Hilary gave up, listening to her husband. Moreover, it was the wedding of Tyson and Dew, her beloved little sister. They were invited too. So, Kai had to start for the Tachibana manor, taking his wife.
While riding their horses through the dense woods, Kai looked above, "Look Hil, how dainty the moon is looking! How soft her rays are! Is she jealous of us?"
Hilary looked up too, but instead of the soothing moonshine, the dazzling and sweltering rays of the sun blinded her vision. The moon wasn't jealous of them but the sun was surely bursting out laughter at the crazy words of her husband and the unavoidable perplexities of her. She gulped, "That's the sun, honey."
"I'm saying this is the moon." Kai claimed.
"I'm saying that is the sun!" Hilary objected.
"Fine!" The Russian gnawed his jaw, "If it is not the moon, we won't go to your father's house now. I'm returning to Tokyo."
Hilary swallowed, thinking how it would be if she had to return after crossing such a long distance. Nodding, she spoke, "Then, you're right."
"No no, you're wrong," Kai twisted his own words, "It's day, honey. How will the moon rise now?"
"Then, at this moment, only the sun can remain in the sky." The brunette huffed.
After sometimes, once again, Kai decided to test how much Hilary was tamed by him. An old man could be seen, riding his horse along with them. His hair and beard were gray though seeing his physique, Kai didn't think he was so weak. He neared the elderly guy, clearing his throat, "Good morning, young lady. Where are you going?"
The old man almost felt like falling from the sky, hearing such greeting from the mouth of the Russian. He…he called him young lady? Was he okay or got a fever?
Wheeling to the brunette, Kai spoke with such intoxication in his voice as if he had been drunk, "Look Hils, look at this beautiful woman! Have you ever seen such a comely, dainty lady like her in your life? Her cheeks are like blooming roses! Eyes are like two bright stars in a cloudless sky! Come here, Hils. Talk to her. Kiss on her pink cheeks!"
Again, facing the old man, Kai greeted, "Oh, pretty woman, wish you a good day."
Meanwhile, Hilary was completely tamed, under the control of the Russian. Her horse proceeded towards the old man as she almost hugged him, "Good morning, maiden. Ah…how sweet and beautiful you are! Sweeter than my own little sister Dew-chan! Where are you going? From where are you coming by the way? Your parents are so lucky that they have a daughter like you!"
The gray-haired man really let his mouth open. Didn't this young lady have the power of sight in her dazzling ruby eyes? Or…was she mentally ill like her partner?
"Hil!" Suddenly, Kai blurted, "Have you gone mad? What are you saying?! He is an elderly man, not any young maiden!"
"Oops!" The brunette bit her tongue, gulping and bowing down, freeing him from the hug, "Pardon me, Sir. I've made a mistake. Actually, my eyes were burning due to the scorching sunshine. That's why, I thought that you are a young maiden. Please, accept my apology."
"Pardon my wife, Sir," Kai coughed, "May I know where you are going?"
"It's okay, no problem," The man nervously laughed, "I am Ryu Granger, the grandfather of Tyson Granger. I'm going to Osaka. Tomorrow, it's the wedding of my grandson with the youngest daughter of Hayashi Tachibana. I'm going to attend it."
"So nice to hear," Hilary beamed, "Nice to meet you, Sir. I'm Hilary Tachibana Hiwatari, the elder daughter of Hayashi Tachibana. This is my husband, Kai Hiwatari. We're also going to attend the wedding of my younger sister. Let's go together."
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. and Mrs. Hiwatari." Ryu nodded, "Let's go."
Kai smirked, reading the behavior of his wife with a stranger. His expectations were on the verge of getting fulfilled, after all.
Like before a month, again, the church was beautifully decorated with the bouquet of roses and gladiola. Chandeliers were hanging from the roof, net curtains were covering the windows, candles were adorned on the silver stands. Tyson Granger and Dew Tachibana were there on time, in front of the guests. The blunette was dressed in navy-blue, thick kimono shirt and kimono pants with a black belt. Hair was nicely bound into a ponytail. Whereas, the purplette was dressed in a violet, off-shoulder, sleeveless ball gown, with pearl ornaments and a blue veil covering her face. As the priest called, they both gathered at the center of the podium.
"Tyson Granger," The priest cleared his throat, "Do you take Dew Tachibana as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance?"
Before answering, the blunette looked at the brunette who was standing there beside her husband, having a happy expression all over her face. Quickly, he remembered what had been done to him by her once upon a time only for touching her sister. Nonetheless, taking a sharp breath, he nodded, "Yes, I do."
"Dew Tachibana," The vicar turned to the purplette, "Do you take Tyson Granger as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance?"
Shyly raising her head and stealthily looking at the auburn orbs of the blunette, she agreed, whispering which only entered the ears of the priest and the groom, "Yes, I do."
"Congratulations," The priest announced, "From now onwards, you are husband and wife. Tyson Granger, now you may kiss the bride."
Gently removing the veil from the face of the bride, Tyson smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and back as she placed her hands on his shoulders. Leaning against her nose, he closed his eyes and let his lips swirl on hers. She turned beet, nonetheless, enjoyed the kiss. All the guests burst into wild applauses, along with Kane and his newly wedded wife, Salima. Yes, after the marriage of Kai and Hilary, Kane had given up his feelings for Dew. Instead, he'd started hanging out and spending his time with his childhood sweetheart, the red-haired girl. After one week, he had proposed her which had been gladly accepted by her. Within not more than another seven days, they'd got married. They'd exchanged happy and satisfied stares, one of his arms bound her waist and pulled her closer. Playfully, she hid her head amidst his chest, red like her hair and watching the newly wedded couple.
After all the formalities had been over, everyone gathered in Tachibana castle for the big banquet. Different kinds of delicious dishes were arranged for the feast; from Russian to Japanese. The tables were on the verge of crushing, not able to tolerate such weight. After the dinner, the women went to another chamber for their gossips. In this way, the chat among the men went on fire. The center of it was three new brides: Hilary, Salima and Dew-chan. Of course, Hilary and Kai were getting bashed almost by everyone. However, the dual-haired man didn't put his ears to them, nor did he object. He simply kept taking sips from the goblet of his red wine and puffs from his cheroot.
"Sorry, young man," Hayashi gave his elder son-in-law a sympathetic look, "Only for me, your life has turned into a living hell. I can feel you."
At this statement of his father-in-law, the Russian narrowed his eyes. Placing the goblet on the table and the half-burnt cheroot on the ashtray, he shook his head, "No, father, you're wrong. In this world, a sweet, obedient and ideal wife like my Hilary can never be gotten again."
Like before one month, once again, the jaws of the guests dropped, this time, along with a few chalices too. Everyone was looking at one another with widened eyes. Did the Russian become mad? Or was he just kidding? But it remained only for a few moments. After it, everybody burst out laughing.
"I knew that you wouldn't believe me," Kai quenched the rest of the wine, "Fine, let's play a game among me, Tyson and Kane. We'll call our wives here. The person whose wife will come here at first will be announced as the winner of the game."
"Sounds interesting," Hayashi raised his champagne glass, "And I'll give him 3000 yens."
"Fine!" Tyson leapt, snickering, "I'll start it. Daichi, go and call your madame here!"
The dwarf went but returned with an empty hand after a while. The blunette screwed his brows, "What happened, Daichi? Where's Dew?"
"Pardon me, master," The redhead replied, "But madame has told me that she cannot come here now, thus wanting some time to spend with her elder sister."
Thunderbolt struck Tyson's head. What just happened there? The sweetest, ever-obedient Dew-chan refused his call? Even the guests were also failing to believe it.
"No problem, Tyson," Kane patted his back, "It's my turn now. Jim, go and call lady Salima. Say to her that I've called her here. I know she'll surely listen to me."
The same happened with the short blonde. Returning with an empty hand, he shook his head, "Lady Salima is also busy with her friends. She won't be able to come here now, my lord."
"I've seen everything," Kai stood up, "Ian, go and call your mistress."
Whisperings spread among the guests. Sweet ladies like Dew and Salima hadn't listened to their husbands. Why should Hilary pay any heed to her? Hayashi smirked, thinking that his pocket was safe for that day.
"Have you call me, my lord?"
Hearing the sweet voice of a woman, the whisperings stopped right there as the eyes of every guest were revolved to the brunette. She bowed to everyone of them which was unbelievable to Hayashi Tachibana. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at her again. No no, she was his eldest, quarrelsome, wild daughter-Hilary Tachibana, now, Hilary Tachibana Hiwatari. Ignoring everyone, Kai walked past the tables and approached his wife. Placing a tender kiss on her palm, he spoke, "Call your sister and Mrs. Yamashita here, dear."
"As your wish." Nodding, the girl left and returned with both the purplette and the redhead. The guests were even more shocked!
"Hil," Pouring much honey into his voice, Kai asked, "Tell them about the significance of a husband as well as the responsibilities of an obedient wife, darling."
Taking a sharp breath, Hilary looked at the guests. Then, she started with her speech:
The duty of a wife is to follow the rightful orders of her husband. An obedient wife should never do something which hurts or annoys the husband. Serving her husband is the greatest responsibility of a wife. A husband is the best friend of his wife, the closest person to her. In dangers and obstacles, only a husband protects his wife. For bringing happiness in her life, he can run to every corner in this world. In return, he wants only a bit of pleasure from his wife. We shouldn't neglect it, dear people. For a woman, her husband is her everything, her husband is her eternal jewel wearing and taking care of which, she can be the most beautiful woman in this world.
Now, the invited guests were about to receive a heart-attack. Where was the quarrelsome, fierce Hilary Tachibana? The woman who was standing in front of them was Hilary Tachibana Hiwatari, the obedient wife, the best soulmate, the ideal mistress of Kai Hiwatari. The dual-haired Russian felt damn proud of her. Tears were sparkling in the corners of his amethysts. Somehow, he held them back, smiling and silently saluting his wife.
After it, Hayashi wanted to give Kai 2000 yens but he refused it, saying that he'd already gained something more precious in his life. In comparison with her, even the diamonds and golds were also ashes. When the party ended, the tired, yet, satisfied brunette reached her room. Seeing the same dress and hat on her bed, she was astonished-yet, overwhelmed with pleasure. Quickly, she wore them and stood in front of the dressing table to check her image. Two arms stealthily bound her waist as their owner placed his chin on her shoulder.
"You're looking gorgeous, my lady," He seductively whispered, "That's my wife."
"Thank you, my lord…" Murmuring, she lowered her head.
"Today, you really make me feel proud, honey," He rubbed his nose against her neck which sent tickling sensations to her stomach, "For it, I want to give you a reward. Are you ready to receive it?"
"Why not, my lord?" Though she was a loyal, obedient wife, she didn't become naïve.
Smirking and swirling her, he landed on her lips, taking his. Two pairs of lips hugged each other as the tongues started a sword fight. The fingers of the Russian roamed across her cheeks, chin and neck, the hands of the brunette were placed on his well-built chest. Their body temperature rose, their skin color got deepened. Yet, he lifted her gently in his sturdy arms, letting her chocolate hair touch the floor. Making him wear the garland of her own hands round his neck, she was gazing at him with a honeyed smile applied all over her face. Placing Hilary on the bed, Kai took the top position and covered themselves with a blanket. The candles got smothered by a gust of wild wind. Only, a single ray of moonshine furtively stepped in their room through the open window and flowed on a pair of hands peeping out of the blanket, intertwining each other with much affection and love.
And thus...it ends! Yayy!
So beloved Kai, I think I've given you some justice here-with what I did to you in TWOS. Sorry to poor Tyson, and dear Kane, I've done justice with you too here with what we did to you in "Evermore". Dear people, how was it? Told ya, Kai would be way OOC here. Pardon that.
Pardon the grammatical and spelling errors too. Do read and review. If possible, please read and review "Evermore" written by me and Ellie (Golden Glow of Amber) too. Take care and stay safe :D
-Misty ^_^ ^_^