The groom stretched out his collar, as you, the best man, rubbed your temples in an exasperated motion. Your kouhai, your best friend and your workmate stood at the altar more nervous a wreck than you ever thought could; would; be possible. Having pocketed your hands, the itch for a cigarette began to bang at the back of your head, but it would have to wait. The friends of the bride and groom were all gathered and each and every single one of them a noisy apple in a basket of very loud, loud, fruit. The vicar, one Morichika Rinnosuke, had a smile in the corner of his features as he glanced at you, feeling every bit of empathy you had being so patient at the proceedings. The groom once more adjusted his glasses and the organ player flexed her fingers as her two sisters on the other side of the church fiddled with their own instruments.
Up at the front, one Hakurei Reimu was tapping her feet in impatience while her compatriot, a blonde witch whose name escaped you, began playing around with a yo-yo in hand. On the other side of the establishment, the sight of your kouhai's parents, plump, red and thoroughly delighted at the moment at hand; his mother even taking picture after picture of the proceedings. Your friend nervously glanced at you, seemingly in worry. In all bloody likeness, it probably was a crucifixion in progress to him.
"Worrying whether your bride'll ditch you, old chap?" your voice is almost laughing at such a statement, disbelieving for yourself even the slightest of truth in it. But your friend didn't need to know just how loyal his bride was to him: paranoia suited the lad just fine.
"A - A bit." you almost punch him right then and there at the sheer stupidity of his answer. Of course, if you did, your wife'd toss you to Kingdom Come for misbehaving on such a day. The shorter man sighs heavily as the sound of the large timber doors opening reaches the ears of everyone present.
The organ plays.
Yakumo Yukari looked as beautiful as ever, smiling as she walked down the aisle, clad in white and silver to the sound of flashing cameras, cursing Shrine Maidens and a tearful witch whose name you still can't remember. You offer one last smile to the short bloke you literally dragged to the altar.
"Mate," he doesn't look at you, still entranced by the surroundings, "Never doubt her. Never."
Your friend doesn't answer, you wonder if, at that point, there was even any shred of attention back at her. Both of them, man and woman, shared a glance. Your friend turned away, of course, being the spineless, if good man, he always was as his bride-to-be stopped before the vicar, who opened his book and began reading their vows. Yukari flawlessly said her part, and your friend said his, and then, all was said and done. Except for the last part.
"I do." they exchanged, and then all eyes were upon you.
Have you ever seen the Groom puke up when making some promise to the parents and Elderly that they will take your daughter and make her happy? (In Christian, is the Priest). That's my friend, is the biggest ruin moment I've ever seen ;D
Byakushi wrote about: The detailed event about Yukari and her groom's wedding, in Keine's husband's viewpoint. After reading most part, the reader will be given the fact that Mr. Kamishirasawa forgot the rings that will ruin the wedding.
And why his story is downvoted? I presume he is already given an upvote by others for that matter.
The groom stretched out his collar, as you, the best man, rubbed your temples in an exasperated motion. Your kouhai, your best friend and your workmate stood at the altar more nervous a wreck than you ever thought could; would; be possible. Having pocketed your hands, the itch for a cigarette began to bang at the back of your head, but it would have to wait. The friends of the bride and groom were all gathered and each and every single one of them a noisy apple in a basket of very loud, loud, fruit. The vicar, one Morichika Rinnosuke, had a smile in the corner of his features as he glanced at you, feeling every bit of empathy you had being so patient at the proceedings. The groom once more adjusted his glasses and the organ player flexed her fingers as her two sisters on the other side of the church fiddled with their own instruments.
Up at the front, one Hakurei Reimu was tapping her feet in impatience while her compatriot, a blonde witch whose name escaped you, began playing around with a yo-yo in hand. On the other side of the establishment, the sight of your kouhai's parents, plump, red and thoroughly delighted at the moment at hand; his mother even taking picture after picture of the proceedings. Your friend nervously glanced at you, seemingly in worry. In all bloody likeness, it probably was a crucifixion in progress to him.
"Worrying whether your bride'll ditch you, old chap?" your voice is almost laughing at such a statement, disbelieving for yourself even the slightest of truth in it. But your friend didn't need to know just how loyal his bride was to him: paranoia suited the lad just fine.
"A - A bit." you almost punch him right then and there at the sheer stupidity of his answer. Of course, if you did, your wife'd toss you to Kingdom Come for misbehaving on such a day. The shorter man sighs heavily as the sound of the large timber doors opening reaches the ears of everyone present.
The organ plays.
Yakumo Yukari looked as beautiful as ever, smiling as she walked down the aisle, clad in white and silver to the sound of flashing cameras, cursing Shrine Maidens and a tearful witch whose name you still can't remember. You offer one last smile to the short bloke you literally dragged to the altar.
"Mate," he doesn't look at you, still entranced by the surroundings, "Never doubt her. Never."
Your friend doesn't answer, you wonder if, at that point, there was even any shred of attention back at her. Both of them, man and woman, shared a glance. Your friend turned away, of course, being the spineless, if good man, he always was as his bride-to-be stopped before the vicar, who opened his book and began reading their vows. Yukari flawlessly said her part, and your friend said his, and then, all was said and done. Except for the last part.
"I do." they exchanged, and then all eyes were upon you.
