Hello dear residents of FFN! How're you all? Here Misty comes, with another new one-shot on this special occasion. Which occasion is it? *Bursts balloons and poppers*
Before 12 years, a beautiful, delicate, sweet angel stepped in the life of this Misty. If she didn't do it, I swear, Tyson Granger would have to remain single in most of my KaiHil stories. Yes, she's my cousin on which I've designed the character of my OC, Dew-chan. Dew-chan really has a pretty healthy crush on the world-champ. She's so sweet, so calm-yet when I tell a single word to her against Tyson, you should see her rampaging form. So yes, happy Tysew day, all of you! Many many happy returns of the day, my sweet sister! May Allah bless you and shower all the happiness of this world upon you! :* :*
I dedicate this one-shot only to her, as her birthday gift. Once again, this fic has got a lesson as always. When you'll read it, you'll get it. Here, I've used another OC of me, named Rihanna Hiwatari. She's Kai's cousin, having silver hair and amethyst eyes. So, not wasting time, let's get straight into the fic! :D
Tiny, white flowers squinted from the verdant bushes, like one thousand stars. With the bouquets of white roses and translucent white curtains, the arched doors and windows of the alter were embellished. Hydrangeas in the small porcelain vases on the wooden round tables covered with white fabrics and surrounded by plush white chairs got engaged into a fierce competition against those roses; the contest of spreading fragrance. Against the pillar, the fragrant candles sitting on the gypsum lusters were melting, emitting both aroma and radiance. Between the blowing silk curtains and the breezes, the phoenix-prince and the brunette progressed to each other with soft, steady footsteps though their heartbeats were much more different than their trajectories, unheard and unrealized by the guests present there.
The dranzer-wielder was clad in tuxedo, with his smooth hair back-brushed and skin bearing the essence of fresh mint. Even in his simple getup, he couldn't help disseminating heavenly radiances on the earth. Before him, there was his bride, adorned in full-sleeved, georgette, two-layered ball gown and a long veil attached to her head whose edges were caressing the ground very gently. Silky chocolate locks in a loose bun were occupying tiny pearls, being night sky to the glinting stars. Diamond necklace with moonstone teardrop earrings beautified her neck and ears, pearl bracelets embraced her wrists, over the transparent, fingerless net gloves, intricately embroidered. Her head possessed a semicircular diamond tiara, like a queen, accompanied by the white jasmines as the faithful attendants. A bouquet of white flowers was clutched by her as if she'd been conveying the eternal message of love and peace among everyone in the ceremony hall.
That divineness…that purity…it could be present only in the greatest festival on the earth…the eternal union of Kai and Hilary…
"Mr. Kai Hiwatari," The priest turned to the bride, "Please, speak up your wedding vows."
The phoenix-prince eyed the atmosphere, his friends and family members eagerly looking at him. However, travelling the whole world, his amethysts stopped only at the rubies as if they had been his home, his place for rest and relief. She veered her gazes down at his feet as holding the burning aventurine pools in her garnet candle-holders was pretty tough for her; specially when the invisible, fierce gusts of amour were hovering around the couple. Was she blushing? No, she wasn't that type. Holding her hands, however, he cleared his throat and started pronouncing those magical words, not even holding the card on which he'd written them yesterday.
"I promise to respect you as a whole person with your own interests, desires, and needs, and to realize that those are sometimes different, but no less important than my own. I promise to keep myself open to you, to let you into my innermost fears and feelings, secrets, and dreams. I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face change as we both change, keeping our relationship alive and exciting. And finally, I promise to love you in good times and in bad, with all I have to give and all that I am, in the only way I know how—completely and forever.
Hence, I, Kai Hiwatari, accept Hilary Tachibana, to be my lawfully wedded wife, through every thick and thin, in illness and health, in positivity and negativity-in every phase of our life, before the Kamis and the honorable guests."
The brunette raised her rosy eyes, hearing so many words from him all of a sudden. She wasn't dreaming, yeah, Kai literally spoke a lot of words to her for the first time in her life. She couldn't have heard them even when they'd used to date, when they'd used to spend some quality time in privacy. Maybe, all these words had been stored in the treasury of his heart. Today, he removed the lid and let her see what he'd gathered for her during all these days. Her orbs glittered with tears as she couldn't remove them from the determined, stern face of her lover, or say, groom. Even in his sheer determination, there was a mellowing smile, hidden in his lips. Let it be in the wedding alter or this world, only Hilary Tachibana could see it.
"Thank you, Mr. Hiwatari," The marriage conductor moved towards the bride now, "Miss Hilary Tachibana, it's your turn."
"I…." Her voice quivered. For one moment, she felt as if the time had stopped around her. No no, she was Hilary Tachibana, the smart and ever-confident girl. Why was she feeling so nervous? Did she somehow end up donating all her words to her groom, mixing herself in his soul and getting lost right there, forever? Surely, she did. Then again, when her fiancé cleared his throat and gave her an inspiring look which told her, 'You can do it, Hils', she backed to the real world. From his amethysts, courage was poured into her rubies, flowing invisibly and enriching her soul again. Taking a sharp breath, she opened her mouth as the reverberations of her vocal cord spread everywhere in the air, making the atmosphere diviner and purer.
"We pledge to each other to be loving friends and partners in marriage.
To talk and to listen, to trust and appreciate one another;
to respect and cherish each other's uniqueness; and to
support, comfort and strengthen each other through life's joys and sorrows.
We promise to share hopes, thoughts and dreams as we build our lives together.
May our lives be ever intertwined, our love keeping us together.
We will build a home that is compassionate to all,
full of respect and honor for others and each other.
May our home be forever filled with peace, happiness and love.
Thus, I, Hilary Tachibana, accept Kai Hiwatari, to be my lawfully wedded husband, through every thick and thin, in illness and health, in positivity and negativity-in every phase of our life, before the Kamis and the honorable guests."
The smile which was hiding shyly in the corners of the lips of the phoenix-prince, bit by bit, spread all over his face, glowing like the sunshine. The guests were silent in awe, forgetting to clap. Were they in heaven, witnessing the union of a deity and a Goddess? They didn't know. Even the priest closed his eyes, thanking God to give him a chance to conduct the marriage of Kai Hiwatari and Hilary Tachibana, considering himself fortunate. Breathing in blisses, he coughed and spoke, "Congratulations to you both. From now onwards, you're husband and wife. Now, Mr. Hiwatari, you may kiss the bride."
A divine chance it was. But the ex-Bladebreaker didn't hasten a bit. Rather, before making his move, he gently removed the veil from the face of his wife. Her tearful ruby orbs were sparkling only at him. He could never see her tears but this time, instead of piercing his heart, instead of being a knife, they became a soothing ointment, healing all the scars that he'd received ever in his life. He didn't want to know which dress she wore, how she adorned herself. Her attires, her jewelries, her makeup seemed very vague before her expressive eyes and pink, heart-shaped lips curled into a smile. Hilary Tachibana…no, Hilary Tachibana Hiwatari also lost herself in twin amethyst oceans, trying to find the way to his heart.
Meeting you, I felt,
As if there had stopped all the moments,
Save you, what should I see?
You're my end, you're my beginning,
You're my heart, you're my blood,
You're my prayers, each time, you're very near…
However, she immediately discovered her eternal address when his lips caressed hers, very gently, without any hurry. For feeling the comfort and join her heartbeats with his, her eyes got lidded, so did his. Backing to the real world, the guests burst out wild applauses, deafening the ever-calm aura. Some were literally wiping their tears; some were still sobbing. Lips danced holding the lips in their embrace, very smoothly, yet, going very intimate. Once they parted, the brunette placed her head on his chest, still sniffing, unable to believe whether it was a dream or the reality. When his biceps clinched her slender torso and gently pulled her back, she was overwhelmed with the reality which was, indeed, the sweetest of all her dreams and imaginations.
The dance floor was occupied by all the invited couples there. Everyone surrounded the groom and the bride like the planets circumambulating the sun. Of course, they were the center of this ceremony. All the couples were dancing very gracefully but they were dancing…no no, flowing in such a graceless way, bound in the arms of each other and locked to the honey-filled eyes of respective partners, that even the performers of heaven would lower their faces in embarrassment and reverence. Her waist was tied in the shackles of his sturdy bicep as her delicate fingers rested on his well-built shoulder, the rest of the hands fastened each other in a fixed way. Mint and rose became one as they swirled, locking their stares in the same cell of the prison.
For the other couples, the same thing could be said. However, Tyson Granger, one of the bestmen, wasn't feeling the same. Rather, hesitation was tickling his stomach as his dance partner was quite skillful. Rihanna Hiwatari she was, one of the cousins of Kai. Waist-length straightened silver hair and amethyst eyes were so bright that they were almost blinding his vision. Moreover, her cloths and jewelries were also very gorgeous, flamboyant and expensive. Whenever he was trying to take a turn, be it deliberate or not, always, she was pinning his feet against the ground with her heels. Painful it was but he didn't have the courage to protest because yeah, she was Kai's sister. He sighed at his own helplessness, not able to decide what to do.
Actually, he wasn't the one who'd chosen her. Rather, Rihanna herself had picked Tyson, showing much interest in him. At first, he didn't mind but her antics weren't seeming so good to him now. Of course, a perfect dancer she was, maybe over-standard but she needed to understand that he wasn't like her. Instead of being soft and easy, she was going tough on him which he wasn't approving. That's why, even in the airconditioned room, he was sweating hard. Discovering his condition, Rihanna giggled in amusement, not trying to feel him for a second.
"Wow," She rolled her eyes, taunting him, "This is the five-time world-champ, huh? I cannot believe myself! The person whose blade used to spin faster than hundreds of stars…his, his feet are wobbling to move a single inch? C'mon Granger, this is not the thing!"
"Beyblading and dancing aren't the same thing, Miss Hiwatari," Tyson sighed, "I'm not a pro like you in this case."
"I can teach you," Rihanna's fingers seductively crawled to the neck of the ex world-champ as his spine froze, "Rihanna will be very lucky and proud to have such a smart and sexy student like you."
Tyson's jaw dropped. She…she was flirting with him? How would he deal with her now? Never in his life was he flirted by someone so openly and boldly. Perspiration trickled down across his neck, his throat went dry in nervousness. In his chest, his heart started pounding hard-no, not any kind of romantic sensation, in pure uneasiness and hesitation. He wouldn't deny, breathtakingly beautiful and elegant Rihanna was. But unknowingly, Tyson was failing to grow any kind of interest in her. Before his breaths had gone unsteady, he gulped, "Excuse me…I'm thirsty a bit. I'd like to have some water."
"Sure, who is forbidding you?" Smirking, Rihanna let the navy-haired guy go. Huffing, he almost escaped from the dance floor and grabbed a glass of cold water. Still, his heart was juddering violently. When he calmed down a bit along with his breaths and dried throat, his eyes moved somewhere, spotting a certain purple-haired girl, standing near the window and enjoying the natural beauty outside. The breeze was playing with her untied wavy locks. She wasn't so gorgeously dressed or adorned. With a puffy-sleeved, off-shoulder navy-blue georgette gown, a pair of lavender earrings and blue, floral hairpins tucked in her braided tresses, she completed her adornment, or say, these things completed her.
No no…what was Tyson thinking? She was already complete. Rather, her ornaments and outfits received their completeness when they touched the purplette. He knew her. Dew Tachibana she was, the little sister of her best friend. He'd seen her first on his 17th birthday. Quite shy she'd been. To be honest, her delicacy and shyness were the traits which attracted the dragoon-wielder the most towards her. Once again, he got the proof that opposites attract. After it, she didn't seem to move from her position but he could always be seen roaming around her like an electron around the nucleus. With the passage of time, their closeness grew.
He could still remember the moments when they both had worked in the garden of the dojo together, sniffing the smell of the earth and planting the flowers in the late afternoon of the spring. Flowers were her favorite things but she didn't crave for the precious ones. Even the anonymous florets which remained unseen by the common people could make her apply a honeyed smile all over her tiny face. Simplicity was her jewelry; it was one of the rarest traits which she used to share with her sister. However, Hilary's simplicity was like a surging flood as she was carefree. But Dew? She was the calm mother earth, careful and a bit skittish.
Water fights with the air, creating a storm. But the earth? She remains silent, giggling silently at the cheerfulness of the wind. She's delicate but it's not her weakness. Rather, it's her delicacy which makes her special, unique, giving her the power of containing everything in her pure heart. From the same, undeniable attraction, the world-champ walked towards her. Keeping a glass of coke before her, he cleared his throat, "Still sitting alone?"
"Huh?" Dew was surprised at first, sensing the presence of someone in her solitude. But when she discovered the person, pink crept on her cheeks. Turning the color into a smile, she spoke, "Tyson, you?"
"Yeah," He nodded, "Saw you sitting alone here, that's why, I came here. Sometimes, I think you should have been born as the sister of Kai instead of Hilary, you know."
"Am I…cold like brother-in-law?" She carefully asked, lifting the chalice.
"There are differences between cold ice cubes and the scoops of sweet ice-cream, ya know," Tyson chuckled, sharing a toast with her, "By the way, why cannot I see you on facebook nowadays? Aren't you active there?"
Dew's heart pounded as she gulped, remembering something. Before a few months, it'd been her birthday. On the occasion, Hilary had posted a photo of the purplette on her profile, captioning, "Today, I'm going to tell you the story of a fairytale princess who doesn't want to keep flowers in her hair. In the end, I myself have to adorn her tresses. She comes and fills my days with one thousand colors. Many many happy returns of the day, my princess, my sweet sister!"
Even a single minute couldn't have passed after posting the photo. Tyson's love-react had become present proudly, with his epic comment, "Ahem…could you manage a prince for the princess?"
When Dew had noticed the comment of the world-champ on her photo showed by her elder sister, she had become so nervous and embarrassed that she herself had deactivated her id, deciding to take a break from the virtual world. Never had she known that Tyson would catch her someday in this way. Lowering her head, she murmured, "Well…I wasn't feeling to be active…that's why…"
"It's okay," Tyson lifted her hands into his, throwing invisible vermillion on her face, "Wanna have a dance?"
She flushed, smiling with reticence in her lips. Nonetheless, giving a shy nod, she replied in the affirmative. Glad, the world-champ took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Dew was a professional dancer but she didn't seem to dominate her partner. Rather, with her skills, she decided to flow with the rhythm of the blunette, holding his shoulder, giving him confidence as his palm was laid on her waist. She wasn't sharply gawking right at the eyes of the dragoon-wielder. Rather, her stares were lowered, with much decency. Unlike her, the more Tyson was seeing her, the more he was getting lost in her. A fairytale princess she was, dancing with her prince charming. There was softness, there was innocence, there was delicacy.
The couple didn't notice that they were being watched by the silver-haired girl who didn't seem much pleased with them. Rather, her heart started burning in extreme jealousy. She straightly headed towards the girls who were chattering in a group, sitting on the chairs arranged in a circle. Taking one of them, she greeted the women, "Hi, lovely ladies. What's up?"
"Everything is fine, Riha," The pink-haired girl spoke, "What about you?"
"Me?" Rihanna chuckled, "I'm also doing good."
"Why aren't you dancing by the way?" Julia asked, "We heard that you're a good dancer."
"I danced, before a while," She answered, pointing at the blunette and the purplette dancing together, "With Tyson Granger himself."
"Woah!" Mariam exclaimed, "With the ex-world champion? My my, you're so fortunate!"
"But he isn't, I think," Rihanna shrugged, "That's why, he's dancing with Dew."
"I've heard that Dew-chan has a pretty large amount of crush on our dear world-champ," Julia snickered, "Don't worry, Rihanna, try Bryan. He's still single and he'll like you, mark my words."
"Don't worry about me, sister-in-law Julia," The cousin of Kai smirked, "I'm so beautiful and confident that someday, I'll get a better partner than Tyson for myself. But I'm ridiculed at the choice of the world-champ. He…he's started showing interest in a dark skin-toned girl who doesn't even know how to dress-up and get ready for a wedding ceremony? That's also of the wedding of her own sister and Kai Hiwatari? Pathetic! Now, I'm feeling so sorry for Tyson."
Maybe, Rihanna was a bit louder. Consequently, the words entered the ears of the couple on the dance floor. Tyson's face got stiffened as he wanted to shoot himself right at the arrogant, haughty cousin but the purplette pulled his wrist back, preventing him from going there. As the dragoon-wielder looked back at her turquoise orbs, to his utter shock and horror, he found them glittering with tears. His heart couldn't bear the sight; it pounded, imagining how much hurt she was at the words of the silver-haired girl. Her chin wobbled as she bit her juddering lips. Sniffing her tears back, she left the dance floor immediately as the former, world-champion also followed her, anxious and restless, ignoring the laughter of the girls behind them.
"Dew…." He reached a silent corner, finding her sobbing and turning her face away from him there, "What happened? You okay?"
"Leave me, Tyson…" She wept, not even looking at him, "I don't deserve you."
"Deserving…me?" The navy-haired guy blushed a bit, but ignored the thought immediately, "But why are you saying so? Only because of the words that Miss Hiwatari told you?"
"Did she tell lies?" Dew heavily breathed amidst her tears, "Whatever she's spoken are completely true, Tyson, no matter how harsh they sound. Really, my skin tone isn't good, nor are my dressup and makeover senses. Do you really think that I'll be a good match for such a skilled blader with a charming personality and a big heart like you?"
No, she wasn't flirting with him. True words of praises they were. Hearing them, Tyson again blushed, scratching his head nervously. Never did any girl in his life expressed admiration for him in this way, not even Hilary. He stared at her, catching a glimpse of her, still sobbing, pressing her lips together and gazing down. This time, she was not only feeling shy, but also afraid to make her teal orbs meet his auburns. Inhaling once, Tyson squeezed her shoulders and rotated her, lifting her chin so that she could look at him once. Grabbing her wrist gently, he spoke, "Come with me."
"Where?" She was anxious.
"Don't ask, just follow me."
The dragoon-wielder almost dragged her at the center of the ceremony hall. Clearing his throat, looking here and there, he blurted, pointing at the purplette, "Everyone! Call police and get this girl arrested!"
The chattering of the guests stopped there as they all rotated their necks to the blunette and the purplette. The hall fell as silent as the dead. Dew's jaw dropped as she stared at the dragoon-wielder, with a pair of widened and horrified turquoise eyes. Gulping, the brunette stood up from the seat and broke the silence first, "But why, Tyson? What has my sister done to you?"
"You sister…I mean, this girl…" Tyson chuckled, "Has stolen my heart."
Now, it was the turn of the guests to be overwhelmed. Dew gasped, covering her mouth because she couldn't really afford such a big dream. Tyson Granger…confessed to her? Was it even the reality? The brunette clapped, cheering for them because she always worked as a matchmaker between her sister and her best friend. Soon, the bursts of jubilations spread all over the guests present there, applauses rained over the ceremony hall. Gritting her teeth, the silver-haired girl turned away, burning in her own jealousy bit there was nobody to console her. Obvious it was as she got the taste of her own medicine. However, when the purplette heard those words, her heart shuddered as tears got speeded, drenching her bronze cheeks.
"Dew," The blunette gently laid a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears, "Never feel insecure or down only because of your appearance. Trust me, you're one of the most beautiful women in this world I've ever seen. Besides, I love you for your pure soul, for your own delicacy and innocence which, in this world, can never be attained by some ladies."
Kneeling down before her, much to her awe, he put out a velvet box from the pocket of his pants and opened the dazzling sight of the diamond ring in front of her eyes, "Will you marry me?"
"Aaaah!" Hilary screamed, "Don't say no, my sister! Don't say no!"
"Y…yes…" Dew's voice quivered as she covered her mouth again, bursting into uncontrollable tears, drenching in the unbelievable blisses and happiness around her. Smiling and taking her hand with much delicacy, Tyson captured her finger into that ring and stood up, wrapping his arms around her slim trunk and pulling her in his own embrace. Hiding her face in bashfulness from the rest of the world, the purplette confided in his chest, drenching his shirt with her pure tears. This time, Tyson didn't mind. His breaths calmed down as peace started swirling around him, despite the presence of the claps and cheers of the guests.
'Not any earring, not any bracelet, not fair skin tone or any kind of physical, external traits…' He pondered, covering his auburn orbs under his eyelids, 'But it's your delicacy which beautifies you like an angel, Dew.'
The path that goes from the eyes to the lips
It's your fault that you didn't pass from there
The path that goes from the eyes to the lips
Now I live right there, love happens for sure
When such a breeze blows then love happens for sure…..
And done! So dear people, what have we learnt from this fic? It is: To love or to be loved, a beautiful appearance isn't needed at all. What you need is a beautiful heart, a beautiful and pure soul-just like our Dew-chan (Though in real life, she is more beautiful than I). Pardon me, I couldn't help myself from adding the KaiHil wedding but what to do, it was the request of my own cousin that when I write a story of Tyson and Dew-chan, I have to insert the wedding of Kai and Hilary there *Sighs*. I hope it didn't ruin the main essence of the fic at all. Besides, KaiHil is Dew-chan's second OTP (Yeah yeah, I know it very clearly why *Narrows eyes at her*)
This one-shot, hopefully, will have a sequel in future (Not so soon). Its name will be: The champion's bride. Stay tuned for it ;)
As I said, Dew-chan is open for all of you to write, specially to the KaiHil fans of this site. So, do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and spelling errors. Take care and stay safe. Once again, wishing you a very very happy birthday, Dew-chan! My dear readers, keep her in your prayers and best wishes :)
-Misty ^_^ ^_^