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THE PERFECT MATCH
Chapter 9: The Moment
It was the night before the wedding, and two weeks since I had last talked to Yami.
After our dinner rehearsal, Nyoko and I decided to throw a conjoined bachelor and bachelorette party at my mansion. Nyoko just invited some friends and since I had a lack of friends, I invited business partners.
"Hello dear Kaiba," greeted a man in a rather interesting red suit.
"Hello, Pegasus," I greeted back.
"You have a wedding tomorrow," he sighed.
"Yes I do." I validated, really not in the mood to talk.
"Such a young boy to be getting married," Pegasus remarked sympathetically.
"I heard that," claimed a charming woman with long, flowing blonde hair.
"Oh, I didn't you see you there, dear," Pegasus smiled playfully, planting a chaste kiss on the woman's cheek. "Kaiba-boi, meet my tiresome wife, Cecilia."
Cecilia sent Pegasus a disapproving look before giving me an amiable grin.
"And here's my tiresome soon-to-be wife," I introduced as Nyoko walked up.
"If I'm tiresome, you're plain wretched," she rebuked. Both women gave each other a triumphant look.
"My name's Cecilia."
"My name's Nyoko. It's nice to meet someone smart for a change," Nyoko proclaimed.
The two women laughed complacently.
"So, how long have you two been married?" Nyoko asked Cecilia. I looked over at Pegasus who was pointedly distracted by the other mingling guests.
"Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom." I politely excused myself from the bland conversation between Nyoko and Cecilia.
Two steps away and I heard Pegasus wisely announce, "I'm going to go get some wine."
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As I was walking down one of the empty hallways, the sound of my footsteps was the only thing I heard. But then a comely melody drifted to my ears.
I stopped and listened. It was coming from the room down the hall where the piano was.
Almost as if the melodious music would stop if I were to make a noise, I cautiously approached the room, curious.
The mellow tune was now louder. I lightly pressed my ear to the door and closed my eyes as the piano's notes consumed me. It seemed to be filled with a somber passion.
Wondering who was playing such a compelling song, I carefully placed my hand on the brass knob. I slowly pushed the door open.
My heart seemed to jump when I saw who it was. There, sitting statuesquely, elegant, skilled hands gracefully dancing across the piano keys . . . was Yami.
Through the towering, glass windows, the moon's milky rays delicately embraced him.
Not wanting to break this captivating melody, I wavered before gingerly asking, "What are you playing?"
The music abruptly ceased, leaving the two of us in heavy silence.
Without turning in the seat, Yami answered in a subdued voice. "It's something I made up."
Yami then proceeded to scoot over on the wooden bench, inviting me to sit beside him. Quite surprised, I accepted this invitation.
When I sat down, I peered over to him. It had been a while since I had last seen him. He looked so . . . different. His fair skin was absolutely immaculate. It looked so smooth I wanted to reach out and tenderly caress it.
My heart began to beat faster.
Never really thinking about this before, I newly formulated that Yami was . . . breathtaking.
"It's beautiful," I commented, turning my gaze away. 'You're beautiful' suddenly flashed in my mind. I glanced over to him, appraising if I truly did want to say that. Did I really want to tell him that he was beautiful?
Silence loomed over us once again.
Yami permeated it once again. "I wasn't going to come, but Mokuba insisted. He said you would be glad to see me."
"I am glad to see you," I confirmed, sending him a small smile. Yami looked up at me, and also lightly smiled.
I had always known Yami's eyes were unique and quite remarkable, but I had never noticed before how . . . beautiful they were. The violet depths were captivating – engaging my own cerulean ones.
"I'm sorry. I should never have been so rude." Yami whispered, referring to our 'fight'.
"I was the rude one," I professed, still absorbed in those amethyst orbs. "You were just trying to be considerate."
"That's for sure."
I chuckled at his reply. He then turned away, breaking our gaze. A jab of disappointment unpleasantly ruptured in me.
Subsequently, I reached out and gently grasped his chin, making him look back at me. The next words flowed out without thinking. "Yami, that day, in the dressing room . . ."
Yami promptly finished, "Was nothing more than a spur of the moment."
"No, it was something," I denied certain, lowering my hand from him. Then I added rashly, "And you know it."
Yami's riveting eyes widened slightly. He didn't counter what I had said, which meant that it was true.
I studied his eyes. I noticed that as we stared longer into one another's engrossing gazes, his brilliant violets became clouded with something.
Before I realized what I was doing, I gradually leaned closer to him. The pace of my heart quickened. A centimeter away, I hesitantly paused . . . But then a luxurious exhilaration propelled through my whole body as warmth stimulated my sensitive lips.
We were kissing.
An overwhelming euphoria emanated throughout me. My mind was hazed in ecstasy. The sound of my heart pounding reverberated in my ears. All I could focus on were the supple inviting lips satisfyingly pressed against my yearning ones. It was ethereal.
But it had ended all too quickly.
Yami had pulled away. When I looked at him, there was a remorseful fear in his eyes.
"I better leave."
He hastily stood up and briskly strode to the door.
"Wait!" I clamored, aghast.
Putting his hand on the doorknob, he admonished with a faltering voice. "Y-You're getting married tomorrow." He briefly halted and I saw his hand tighten on the handle. "This never should have happened."
"But you felt it right?" I asked, almost desperately. "The kiss . . . it felt so . . . right."
Yami stood there, as if brooding over what I said. But it was like he hadn't heard me as he turned the doorknob and opened the door. "Have a nice wedding," he said, then left without a backward glance.
An abominable pain twisted in my stomach.
When it subsided, I stood up and hurried out of the room. I sped down the hallway and towards the front door.
"Brother?"
I stopped running and turned to see Mokuba giving me a perturbed look.
"Did you see Yami?" I frantically asked.
Mokuba came over to where I was breathing heavily from panic. "Yeah, he said he was sorry for leaving so soon but he had an early flight."
I stared at my brother bewildered. "What do you mean? Where is he flying to?"
"New York," my brother answered, still concerned.
"In America?"
"Yep."
The earlier pain rose in me again.
"Why?"
"He got an offer to open up his business there. He's been waiting for months for it to get built. As a matter of fact, it was finished several weeks ago but he wanted to stay here for you." Mokuba raised an eyebrow and was extremely puzzled. "He never told you any of this?"
I could only shake my head as the shock of everything confounded me. I couldn't believe it. He was going to America. But . . . what about our kiss? I can't just forget about it! Was there going to be nothing between us now? But . . . why didn't he tell me he was leaving?
"Is everything alright?"
I was snapped out of my reverie and looked up. Nyoko was standing there, uneasiness in those jade eyes.
"Uh . . . y-yeah," I stammered, but then reassured once her look become more troubled. "Everything's fine."
Her eyes searched mine for a moment, until a relieved smile came across her pretty face. "Good. Just making sure you weren't getting cold feet."
I weakly smiled back.
I could still feel the warmth from the kiss.
"Of course not."
TO BE CONTINUED!
I know . . . I'm truly evil. Bwahahahaha. Anywho . . . this chapter was rather hard to write. I was trying to get across the emotion in it as much as I could. Which also means the remaining THREE chapters will also be difficult to write. But tell me what you think in a REVIEW!