Forgiven Heart
Written By: Fujiwara Zakuro
Chapter 6: Preparing for the Day
Izumi had come "home" with a solemn expression. Amaya asked her what had happened, but Izumi insisted that nothing was out of the ordinary. Amaya wasn't completely convinced, but figured out that her friend wanted to be alone.
Izumi woke up the next day with a heavy heart. She had until tomorrow when Kouji would get married and she'd go back to Japan. She vowed to never return to Florida after the wedding.
"Izumi, we need to go shopping for a glamorous suit!" Amaya called out from her kitchen with a very cheery voice. Izumi smiled at her friend's enthusiasm and got out of bed. She took a shower and freshened up. When she arrived at the kitchen, Amaya already had French toast prepared. Izumi sat in a beige cushioned chair and began to cut her French toast.
"Kouji told me that you make the best French toast that he's ever tasted." Izumi stated. Amaya chuckled and took a bite out of the golden toast. "He always says that, even if he's already said it to you before." She said. Izumi smiled weakly, but the thought of Kouji brought a lump to her throat. Tears began to brim her eyes, but she blinked them away. Amaya noticed this and realized why Izumi was sad. 'Thinking of my brother must hurt her...' Amaya thought sadly.
When they finished their French toast and tidied up the kitchen, they went shopping for a nice formal suit. Izumi wanted to where something black, but Amaya refused to let her buy something so mournful. "You must look beautiful, not dreary!" Amaya stated. Izumi smiled and nodded. She chose a lavender dress with an elegant intricate design. Amaya chose a classy blouse and pants.
The two women had finished shopping and emerged from the store with a couple of full bags. Izumi's mood was a little brighter, but barely. Her slight happiness was dimmed when they passed a wedding gown store. She saw Kouji's fiancée in the shop trying on various dresses. Izumi felt those tears come to her eyes again, but she was stronger now and she refused to cry. "Izumi, what are you doing?" Amaya asked. She was a few strides ahead of Izumi and just realized that her friend wasn't with her, but standing by the wedding store. "Izumi, please stop dwelling on this. Just accept what is to happen." Amaya reasoned. Izumi blinked away a few more tears and tried to smile, but her pink lips refused to smile. Instead, a sad frown was placed there. "I'm okay let's just go back to the hotel." Izumi said shakily. Amaya had a look of concern in her eyes, but let her friend be as they walked back to the penthouse.
During that time, Kouji was choosing a tuxedo. Even though almost every tuxedo looked that same, his father had made it clear that he must choose the finest tuxedo. That was the first time in years that he ever asked his father for advice. He looked in the mirror and sighed. He was torn between two women. How could this happen to him? That was the question he asked himself. He knew his fiancée was catching on to his secret. She had seemed distant to him over the past couple of days. He rarely even saw her until the morning. He had a sneaking suspicion of what she had been doing at night...
The next day, Izumi and Amaya had been applying makeup and doing their hair in the bathroom for quite a long time. They had troubles deciding which hairstyle they should use, but finally came up with them. Izumi had created large curls in her hair to make it look elegant while Amaya put her hair up in a high ponytail. She left a few strands of blue hair let loose, so it looked better.
When they finished getting prepared for the wedding, they appeared very glamorous. Izumi had applied her cosmetics expertly and had the exact right amount applied to each part of her creamy white face. Amaya had done the same as well. They drove to the ceremony, which was held at the edge of Kouji's Cliffside property.
AN: I know it's kind of short, but I want the wedding to be in the next chapter. I'll try to give you a treat and put up the seventh chapter up at the same night as this chapter. Ja ne!
