These are two chapters turned into one. I'm not THAT bitch to post them alone.
Enjoy.
III
想いはずっと届かないまま 今日も冷たい街でひとり
Not even love can save me now.
It's a simple thought. A true fact while he walks towards the shrine with his head down ―just a few steps behind the white-robed, broad-shouldered Oikawa's heir.
The one who should have been his sister's husband, hadn't Shouyou tampered with the threads of fate. Because when he took Natsu's place, when he refused to accept any help from the maids to take a bath, when he avoided talking as much as possible so no one would listen to his not-so-feminine voice, he had definitely ensured his own role in all this mess.
He's the one who has ended up wearing a white wedding kimono in the midst of all this, the immaculate silk interrupted just by some sakura patterns. He's the one getting married, and secretly makes a promise to come back to the shrine to ask for God's forgiveness for the sacrilege he's about to commit ―should he survive the night and his soon-to-be husband.
The handmaidens and servants withdraw once they reach the sacred hall. Now, Shouyou sees Oikawa Tooru for the first time: he's tall (although he already knows that), and his brown hair, neither disheveled nor perfectly combed, matches the color of his eyes. The face seems to be sculpted by angels, and even though his gaze is kind, there's something deep inside his eyes that intimidates him. It's as if Oikawa held infinite secrets in his heart, and all of them were dangerous to the only secret Shouyou treasures with his life.
The secret that exists only to protect his sister's life.
Lost in his thoughts, Shouyou doesn't notice the hand Oikawa extends to him; he realizes it later, and rushes then to offer his own, a real contrast in size. His skin feels warm to the touch, and he doesn't understand why this surprises him so.
Perhaps, he tells himself while they finish the rite of drinking three sake cups that he's been rehearsing by his own a whole week, it's because he himself looks as if he was a marble statue.
ココが何処かも思い出せない
He knows there's no point feeling relieved: all this was only the beginning of a life-lasting suffering.
As he smiles and greets all those militaries and high-rank ladies who have attended, Oikawa thinks about Iwaizumi. He, of course, isn't invited to the wedding reception. His duty is to ensure his safety, although not here but in enemy territory. Always away, always absent.
Except when he returns and Oikawa greets his tired body not with the indifferent nod expected from the next ruler of Japan, but with arms wide open and soft kisses.
"He's my best friend", is the answer to everyone's questions.
And he's not lying ―after all, Iwaizumi really is his best friend even though he's also his lover.
However, Oikawa thinks as he receives wedding gifts and remembers the tiny child that waits for him inside his room, this must come to an end.
Those nights that started with two friends relishing on his youth and ended with passionate kisses are over.
Oikawa drinks the sake he's offered without actually enjoying it, for everything tastes bitter now.
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-Pequeña.