Title: Tradition
Rating: K
Pairing: KyoyaXRenge
Prompts: tradition
Renge stilled her trembling body, and she stared absently outside the window into the night sky. The stars twinkled merrily back at her. The girl shifted on the mattress strengthening the knot on the sash holding her yukata together. The silk caressed her skin but she ignored it and slowly turned her head to the door as if waiting for someone to come in. Renge licked her cracked lips and checked tie holding her hair this time. Again she tugged at the white yukata encasing her form and turned to the door.
Kyoya entered the room, elegance and power emanating off of him. He eyes the opened window for a short second before his eyes turn upon Renge. The stare he gave her was undecipherable; there was too little emotion in his stormy orbs for Renge to know what he was feeling. His black suit blended with the darkness as Kyoya moved closer to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed. His aura was relaxed; Kyoya wasn't pressuring Renge but he wasn't dismissing her either.
Their parents wished for them two to marry; tradition demanded they went along to their parents' wishes. So here they were, bound to one another in sacred matrimony. According to custom tonight they were supposed to consummate the marriage. Still Kyoya wasn't much of a traditional in the strict sense of the word so he didn't really expect Renge to follow it either. The young man was more interested in getting to know her. After all the only time he had spoken to her was before the ceremony and it lasted a mere ten minutes.
On her part Renge stared at the Kyoya, looking lost and hopeful at the same time. The whole situation confused her. She was too young for this, Kyoya mused and outstretched his hand to her face, silently watching as she shrank back from him. The man sighed and upturned his palm to the ceiling. A silent invitation, Renge understood and put her own hand in his. This was a truce. He was willing to wait and Renge was willing to try and make things work. Marriage was a permanent bond.
With a small inclination of his head Kyoya rose from the bed and started to leave. Renge latched onto his side in a hurry, desperately wanting to not be alone. Kyoya understood and returned her to the sheets. He went out the door with a promise to be back after he had changed. He strode back in and settled on the bed at a decent distance from his new wife. Renge looked thankful at his action so Kyoya closed his eyes. He wouldn't get any sleep tonight but that didn't mean Renge would also go without.
Well, once again I wanted to write a KyoRen and I came up with this. I hope it satisfies my readers. Tradition is a double edged sword.