Yeah... I was going through my planner for today and tomorrow and just realized that I may not be able to update tomorrow. So I took a break from my studies and wrote this! Enjoy!

=Usui's POV=

I was chased by a woman. A devil. A killer. She held a gun in a hand and a needle in another.

We were running along this narrow, coarse road with nothing but trees around us. It was dark, around 10 p.m. and nobody was around.

The woman was wearing a white wedding gown, while I was wearing a dirty, torn tuxedo.

I was sweating like a pig, grasping for oxygen. It seemed as if my lungs were about to pop any minute now.

And she was not breaking a sweat.

I kept on looking back, wishing she would just trip on her ridiculously long dress. But no. She was fine with the dress and her heels.

In the other hand, I was a mess. My hair was sticking on my forehead, thanks to the sweat, and temples. My hands were dirty because I would sometimes fall down and touch the ground. The sole of my shoes – a shiny, now dull, pointy groom shoes – seemed like it was made out of steel.

"Takumi! Takumi!" She shouted from behind with her really squeaky voice.

I didn't reply, I just continued to run ahead.

"Takumi!" I felt something slapping my cheeks. Probably the wind. "Takumi!" She kept on shouting while the wind continued to slap my cheeks. "Takumi!"

I opened my eyes furiously.

'It was just a dream…' I thought.

I was lying down on the – now rumpled – bed. My hands were gripping the thick blanket. I was drenched in sweat, just like in my dream.

"Takumi!" A voice shouted.

I turned to my right and –

She was there, standing up in her wedding gown. Her gown was closely fitted on top, with a skirt that swept the floor. It was not the kind of gowns you see in most weddings, with the frilly skirts and tons of flowery patterns sweeping through the back. Her gown was…

Simple. That was the only word I could think of.

Her gown doesn't have frills and flowery patterns on it. It was…

Well, simple.

There was a black, velvet slip of silk around the bottom of her chest. And the dress shot right to the ground after that.

I told you it was simple.

"Why are you sleeping? It's 3 45! Just 15 minutes before our wedding!" She squealed while stomping her feet on the ground.

I shrugged.

'I slept for that long? Wow, was I sleepy…' I thought while standing up straight and rubbing my eyes.

"Whatever," she waved her hand. "Now get ready and go to the ball room!" She marched out the room.

"God… Help me go through this without hurting somebody…" I muttered while walking to the bathroom to wash my face off the sweat.

At 4 50, I walked out of my room and headed towards the ball room.

Black and White.

That was all I saw. Black and white.

Black curtains were hung up against the white wall. The chairs were also black and white, a black cushion against a white back. And the podium.

Oh, the podium…

It was also black and white. The stand was black with white roses covering most of it.

The room was filled with people I didn't know. They all looked really, really happy.

I wonder if they would stay as happy as that when they found out that I was forced to marry Minami.

"Well! Since our groom is here, shall we begin?" The priest behind the podium said.

Okay, this was the weirdest wedding I ever attended to. Usually, the bride and the groom would march down a red carpet or something, no? (Not that I wanted to.)

I inched towards the priest and Minami, who was standing in front of the priest, holding a bouquet of white roses in her hands.

I didn't say a thing when as I stood beside my soon-to-be wife. What was there to say? All my words would not do anything good to me, anyway.

"Shall we begin?" The priest asked while flipping through an old, thick book.

"Yes, we shall," Minami replied as her fingers around the flowers loosened.

Her lips curved into an evil grin.

"Okay, everyone! Please take your seats as we shall start this ceremony now," the priest shouted to the guests behind me.

Surprisingly, everyone did what he said in a blink of an eye.

"In this holy reception, we gather around-" The priest started reading from his book.

"Um, can you skip to the last section?" Minami interrupted him.

"Oh, yes. Of course," the priest said while flipping the pages of his book again.

I stood there, frozen. What was I supposed to do? If this wedding goes on, I would be announced officially as Minami's husband. But if I ran out of the room, Minami would… You know…

Kill Misaki.

"And now we're here, witnessing a pair of lovers about to be-" The priest started again once he had found his speech.

"I mean, the very last part, where you ask us bullshits about whether or not we take each other as husband and wife. Yeah, skip to that part," Minami whispered.

'What is she trying to do?' I asked myself.

"Oh, okay," the priest flipped his book again and landed on the very last page. He cleared his throat and said, "Now, Minami Harasako. Do you take Usui Takumi as your husband?"

The atmosphere of the room was really depressing. It was as silent as a graveyard. No one – literally no one – whispered or squeals a happiness squeak, like what you usually would hear in usual most weddings.

I could feel all the stares piercing through my body from all the guests, who I assumed were all Minami's relatives. This was harder than I thought.

"I do!" She squealed.

"Usui Takumi. Do you take Minami Harasako as your wife?" He turned towards me.

I didn't reply for a while. Sweat was trickling down my neck. I was nervous.

Very nervous.

"I repeat-" The priest said when I didn't reply "- do you, or do you not, take Minami Harasako as your wife?"

"Y-yes," I replied groggily.

'WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?' I thought.

"Well, anyone here have a reason why this pair should not be together? Speak now or forever hold in peace," the priest said loudly.

'Well, I do. I DON'T LOVE HER! SHE FORCED ME TO MARRY HER! SHE'S A KILLER! SHE'S A KIDNAPPER! There how's that? It's 4 reasons why we should not be together!' I thought. But, of course, I couldn't possibly say that.

There was silence.

Everyone was perfectly fine with Minami marrying me.

Her parents were perfectly fine that their daughter was marrying a guy they never met before.

Wow. Cool parents.

'Come on… Someone… Say something!' I thought.

"Okay," the priest proceeded. "By the power vested in me, I pronounce you, husband and-"

"Wait!" A voice shouted from the other side of the room. A very coarse, and yet it was soft in a way I couldn't explain. "I have a reason why they shouldn't be together!"

I turned around. Everybody did.

Misaki.

Ayuzawa Misaki.

Ayuzawa Misaki was standing in the middle of the room, on the red carpet in a hospital gown under a long, brown loose jacket that covers to the thigh.

Were my eyes playing tricks on me?

"He doesn't love her."

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