Kurama's POV
So here we are again, back at the beginning. Here I sit on my bathroom floor, with my hair cascading around my body. I was already in my tux, ready to go when I decided I couldn't face Hiei, in his own tux and Mukuro in her dress. In truth, I had made it half way there, but turned back in the end. About ten minutes after the wedding would have started, Hiei called me asking where I was. The next caller was Botan, on her cell. Same question. About 30 minutes into it, Hiei called again, reminding me of the promise I made the night before. About a half an hour later is when Yusuke called, telling me they were starting without me. No doubt, Mukuro had grown impatient; no doubt I had just been officially kicked out of "Hiei's best friend" slot.
I wonder who'll be his best man? Who'll replace me? "Who cares." I sigh. I'll probably never see Hiei again. And what was the last thing I'd said to him? Something along the lines of 'I promise I'll make it to your wedding'? Although not those exact words, it was enough to sum it up; enough to slap me in the face. I'd missed my chance. That was my own fault. "...Hiei's really torn up about this..." I recall Yusuke's message saying. As hope for motivation to go, I went to my phone and replayed the messages. The third message was Hiei's second call. "Kurama? A-are you there? Are you coming? You...You promised you'd be here for me today...You...didn't say that just so you could get away from me, did you? Please...I need you here with me...please..."
I listened to Yusuke's message again. "Please come as soon as you can..." Yes, I may have been too late and missed my chance. "...Hiei's torn up..." "...You promised..." But that was my mistake. He doesn't deserve to feel torn up because of me, and I don't want him to feel that way. But...it hurts...
Flashback
Kurama felt someone's ki coming towards his apartment, which he recognized as Hiei's. He stuffed a few tissues he had used in the trash and desperately wiped his eyes, trying to make his face presentable. KNOCK KNOCK on the door. He took a deep breath and walked to it, excuse ready.
"Hiei?" he said groggily opening the door wide so he could come in. "Kur...are you alright?" he asked, worry suddenly lacing his voice and features. (He only acts this way towards Kurama.) "Huh? Oh, yeah. I've got allergies. They make my eyes water excessively. Hold on a second." Kurama disappeared into the bathroom. Hiei cocked an eyebrow at the retreating figure. Nonetheless, he removed his shoes and sat on the couch. Kurama came back, looking somewhat healthier.
"Sorry Hiei, my meds haven't kicked in just yet. They should in a few, though. So how can I help you?" he asked, sitting next to Hiei. It was the day after Hiei had asked Kurama to be his best man. "I came to give you details on the wedding and answer any questions you might have and such..." Kurama had taken this as an opportunity. Maybe he could silently convince Hiei that getting married to Mukuro was a bad idea.
"Ok, but Hiei, you have to be sure. You could be missing out on your true love, your true soul mate. Are you sure you want to do this?" Kurama asked. Hie looked away. "Kurama...It's not that I really want to marry her, but yes... I'm sure. I want more than anything to make her happy, and she wants this. So please, don't try to talk me out of it. And I do love her... I'll just have to grow on that and before you know it, you'll be saying stuff like 'Hiei I'm glad you did this for yourself. You two really are meant to be, aren't you? You're so good together!' I do love her... I'm just not completely in love, with her. But time will fix that, I'm sure." Kurama sank in his seat. He lost all courage in combating against her.
End Flashback
Kurama's POV
It was clear to me now. He wasn't in love with her, no matter what he said. He merely cared for her. He always sounded depressed when he spoke about the wedding to me. Everything else was fine. Just the wedding... Does that mean he's in love with someone else? 'Don't get our hopes up, Shuichi,' my demon half growled. 'That doesn't mean it's you he's in love with,' he pointed out. I knew damn well that Yoko loved him too. Perhaps that's why he spoke so bitterly to me. I knew what he said was true. But maybe, just maybe, I haven't missed my chance after all. And even if it's not me that Hiei loves, at least I can possibly make it to where he doesn't have to marry someone he doesn't.
So that was it. I was determined now. I won't let this wedding go on. I'll die before I'll let him waste himself on her. With a new spark in my eye and a little color in my face, I created a portal and dashed to the wedding hall. I had to stop this, for Hiei's sake. Even if he hates me for it.
Yukina's POV
I had never been to such a depressing wedding. It was fine at first... but after Kurama failed to show up it got bad. I watched Hiei pace back and forth. I went back to the ladies' dressing room to report. "Yukina? What's the news?" Botan asked me as I came through the door. She sighed and called him on her cell. An hour after we were originally supposed to start, we decided to begin without him. So now I stand here behind the beautiful bride, along with Botan, Keiko and another woman I don't really know. I watched with silent tears in my eyes as she quietly comforted our depressed groom, who was one man short of a perfect wedding.
I couldn't help but feel depressed myself. Hiei had finally come to us with good news. Such good news that I was giddy. But now, watching our poor Hiei's perfect day get ruined, I'd realized just how important Kurama was to him. It didn't feel right. The next thing I knew, the preacher was giving the 'speak now or forever hold your peace' line. It was silent for a moment. The preacher was going to begin speaking again when a loud noise was heard and the huge doors in the back of the room seemingly screamed "WAIT!" When we all looked back to see how it had done so, (...Yukina...sweet innocent Yukina...) we all realized that it was Kurama who yelled.
I looked at Hiei, who's face lit up. I felt happy again. None of us... not one of us was prepared in the least for what came next. My happiness turned into confusion in a matter of seconds.