Part 3 – A Bad Dream
"You don't actually expect me to wear that, do you..?" Mikado looked at the traditional clothing in disbelief. It was a woman's kimono.
The woman helping him to prepare for the ceremony smiled at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry, but the groom sent those. It would be very rude to reject his courtesy."
Mikado blushed slightly, but then sighed and let the woman help him put the kimono on. He really didn't understand why he got bride's maids. Just because he was about to marry a man didn't mean he automatically was a woman! But apparently, it made him the bride. He sighed again. If the day continued like that, he was sure he will have sighed his soul out by the end of the day.
"Kyaaa~ What a beautiful kimono~!" one of his bride's maids squealed, while holding up the extravagantly embroidered obi.
Mikado gulped. That looked expensive. Maybe his soon-to-be 'husband' was a greater deal than he had thought? What if he was actually a yakuza BOSS?! Mikado shivered slightly at the thought, but quickly brushed the thought away. It would soon be over. He just needed to hold on a little bit longer. Almost an hour later, the kimono was finally done. Moving in it felt slightly awkward to the boy, but after a while he got used to it, at least without looking to strange. His first bride's maid handed him a bouquet of white carnations, while the others fixated a long white veil to his hair, so it wouldn't slip off. He never felt so ridiculous before. Apparently, the thought must have shown on his face, because his first bride's maid laughed and patted his back.
"Don't worry, you just look precious~! Am I right girls?" she asked the other bridesmaids.
"It looks so beautiful~ Aah, I'm so envious!"
"I heard your husband is still very young, he's only 23~"
Well, at least the man was not old. Mikado didn't know why, but somehow that thought was really reassuring.
"And he's so HANDSOME~", another bridesmaid giggled.
Mikado blushed at the comment, but fortunately, his face was now hidden under the veil. Just in that second, someone knocked at the door and asked if the bride (Mikado flinched at being addressed as such) was ready, for the ceremony was about to start. Feeling slightly nervous, Mikado stepped out, following the others to the Shrine. He didn't really pay attention during the ceremony, maybe he just wanted to block it out. He didn't look up when the groom arrived, though he felt his heart beat faster. He was only halfway listening to the priest, only murmuring his practiced responses at the right parts. In his head, his thoughts were racing. Was he really sitting here, getting married to someone he NEVER MET BEFORE? How did he know this wasn't just a bad dream, he would wake up from once his alarm clock would ring. Didn't he make plans with Masaomi for next weekend? He remembered how happy he felt when he had heard his parents would visit him here in Ikebukuro. He would have never thought THIS was the cause of their visit… How he wished that this would be just a dream; he wanted to cling on to this hope. But he couldn't trick his brain, the voice in his head kept on listing evidence for the fact that he was awake, crushed his last hopes. Being so lost in his thoughts, he almost jumped when he felt his mother nudge him slightly in the ribs, whispering in his ear. "Say 'I do.'!"
"I-I..do..?"
Fuck. Soon, he would be.. he would be... The priest continued.
"And do you, Orihara Izaya, want to take Ryuugamine Mikado as your beloved wife, in wealth and in poverty, 'til death do you part?"
Mikado's eyes widened at the name. This had to be a dream. His head shot up, shocked blue eyes met mischievous auburn ones through a white veil, a bad dream.
"I do."
Bam bam baaaaam..CLIFFHANGER! :D No, Joke xD Enjoy!
Part 4 – Kiss the Bride
"You may now kiss the bride."
W-w-wait a second! The man his parents had been indebted to…The man that had agreed on that arranged marriage…The man that had sent him those expensive things…The man he just MARRIED… ..was Orihara Izaya? Shinjuku's famous informant? The man Masaomi told him to stay away from on his first day in Ikebukuro? The only person able to stand up against Heiwajima Shizuo? THE Orihara Izaya?
This had to be a dream, or a joke! Maybe he was on candid camera, and Orihara Izaya was really Kida in disguise..! Just how- All his thoughts suddenly vanished from his head when he felt a pair of lips against his own. He didn't even realize Izaya lift his veil. Mikado's eyes went almost comically wide at the contact, his face instantly flushing a bright red, up to the tips of his ears.
The mischievous raven didn't leave it at one chaste peck, instead leaned in closer, moving his lips against the teen's; the boy's blush intensifying at the feeling. He would never admit it, but the informant's lips felt really good upon his own. He guessed the man was what one would call a skilled kisser, despite the complete lack of response from the teen. Eventually, Izaya broke away slowly from the kiss, chuckling slightly at Mikado's beet-red face. This had been his first kiss.
"You look lovely, Mikado-chan.", he said, then took the teen's hand gently, slipping a slim silver ring on the boy's ring finger.
"I figured you would like something decent." he said with a smile that made Mikado blush again.
"But if you want, I can get you one with a diamond~!" the informant laughed, kissing Mikado's hand, ignoring the squeals that came from the group of bridesmaids.
"N-no…i-it's quite alright…-!" Mikado stuttered, cursing the blood that had shot to his cheeks again. The little group of people assembled laughed, as if this would be just another nice marriage and they would be just another nice couple newlyweds. Mikado felt sick.
His first bridesmaid stepped up to them, putting one hand on Mikado's shoulder. She flashed the two of them a kind smile.
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to borrow the bride for a while. There are still so many people who want to congratulate you, and there is some stuff to be discussed about you two moving together, plus Mikado's parents-…you know the rest. I'm really sorry! You'll have each other back for the wedding night~" The last part she said with a wink.
Wait.. moving together..? Now that he thought about it, it somehow made sense, but still..Wasn't this only decided yesterday? He had been surprised how fast they had organized this ceremony, but him moving..? He didn't know where Orihara Izaya lived…If he recalled correctly, somewhere in Shinjuku…
"Eeh..? Already? How mean, when I was just about to admire my beautiful wife~!" Izaya chimed in his usual playful tone, while pecking Mikado on the cheek.
The teen blushed immediately, more than happy to go with the women. His bridesmaid giggled again, while pulling him along.
"You two are such a sweet pair~!"
Mikado felt sick again.
Part 5 – Interesting
Mikado wasn't sure how he managed to live through this day; somehow he did. The kimono was really hot and uncomfortable and hard to walk in, and they were lots and lots of people who wanted to congratulate him, most he didn't even recognize, mostly friends of his parents from Saitama, who had only once seen him as small kid. It was beyond Mikado how somebody would think he would voluntarily marry a man 7 years older than him, and whom he despised to death. Well, they couldn't know about the last part, but still..!
The managing of his move was the less exhausting matter, at least physically; as for he didn't have to run from person to person. Mentally, it was just about as nerve wrecking. How easy and how fast his old life could end, he never would have imagined. It was mind numbing. There was nothing of his old life left to return to.
And now he stood here, in Shinjuku, in a seemingly expensive apartment, watching his 'husband' unlock the door. If Karma really existed, he must have destroyed the world and killed a million of the cutest puppies and kittens in his past life, to have deserved something like this.
Mikado gave a startled yelp when he felt Izaya lift him up bridal style, staring at the informant in shock.
"But Mikado~ It is tradition that the groom carries his newly wed wife over the threshold~", the raven chirped cheerily.
"W-why are you doing this..?"
"Ara, Mikado-chan, didn't I just tell you..?"
Mikado looked into the informant's eyes, trying to fight down any blush or sign of nervousness.
"T-That's not what I'm talking about…I mean this whole thing."
Izaya returned the teen's gaze, a feline smile on his features.
"Because you're interesting."