Post by Sechskies on Apr 29, 2006 8:52:51 GMT -5
There isn't a board for original stories, so I hope you don't mind me posting here. 
It's been so long since I last wrote a fic; I think I'm out of practice. X___x"
Anyways, this is like a sidestory to my other forum's RPG. I just thought of this idea randomly when I was making future plans for the RPG's development, so...
Review and check it out, okay?
;D 
There's quite an uncanny theme included here. I think it's tolerable though...
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I want to be Onii-chan's princess!
That's impossible! Fuyu-chan's too annoying to be my princess!
Aah! Onii-chan's so mean~ *pouts*
But it's true! Fuyu-chan's not my princess; she's my bride!
*blinks* E? Bride?
Un! And when we get older, we're going to get married in this church!
Waah... Really?? Ah! But, do we have to kiss?
Of course! That's what brides and grooms do, ne? Mama says so.
*giggles* Well, okay then. If it's with Onii-chan, it's fine! So it's a promise?
Aa. *grins* This Yuuhi-sama promises to kiss my bride, Mifuyu-baka, on our wedding day.
Don't break it, ne? *frowns*
*chuckles* Of course not! I never break any promises. Unlike you. *sticks out tongue*
*freaks out* Aahh!! So mean!!
Childhood Promise
He was nervous. He was not sure why.
He, Tsukishiro Yuuhi, had dealt with countless thugs much stronger and tougher than any street fighters the human imagination could even begin to fathom. He had risked his life again and again merely for the sake of his own enjoyment and thirst to fight and prove his strength. He was the “Demon”; he had a terrifying reputation amongst the punks and was considered as a huge threat to them. No one would dare provoke him in fear of getting in contact with his steely fists.
They feared him, and he feared nothing, everyone thought.
They were wrong.
Gulping lightly, droplets of sweat formed in his creased forehead and trickled down the side of his face. Any burly, katana-wielding school delinquent couldn’t possibly match up with what he was about to face for he had never been more petrified, struck more terrified and nervous than he was on this day.
It was a wedding that left him bumbling and struggling at his wit’s end.
He exhaled deeply; he supposed it was not so much the idea of the ceremony that got to him as it was the significance of the day.
This wasn’t your typical wedding, after all.
And he wasn’t just going to marry any ordinary girl.
No, definitely not. Far from that, actually.
For he, Tsukishiro Yuuhi, was going to marry the first and only girl he had ever laid eyes upon and had fallen in love with.
Yes, it was none other than his own younger twin sister, Tsukishiro Mifuyu.
Until now, he couldn’t believe it was happening. It was a huge taboo, and he knew everyone – including their parents – would condemn them for such an indecent act. After all, it was wrong to—
He closed his eyes, immediately ridding himself of his notions. Remembering those struggles in the past would always mar his features with a frown, and so he had dropped the thought as quickly as it occurred to him. Past is past; there was no need to contemplate on it further.
What was important now was the situation at hand.
And with that, his disturbing thoughts fully vanished from his mind, as well as the troubled expression on his handsome face.
The ceremony was to be held in a small and modest, but tasteful little church not far from the neighborhood he and Mifuyu had grown up in. He had been initially hesitant about the idea, seeing as how he had never really practiced any real religion, but they were Christians, and a western-style wedding in a traditional Christian church was decided upon. Seeing how much it meant to the Tsukishiro family, Yuuhi had let himself grow accustomed to the idea.
He fiddled fretfully with the sleeve of his tuxedo jacket, letting his scarlet eyes wander over the assembled crowd in hopes of distracting himself from his agitation.
A warm smile lit his features despite himself, as he took in the assembly of old and familiar faces.
In the front rows, places of honor, Chigasaki Yuuta sat in a ridiculous blue tuxedo, his hand entwined with that of the elegant Kanzaki Chii, beautiful in her modest dress made to match the shade of her fiancée’s suit. Yes, after years of determined pursuits and restless proclamations of love and proposals, he had finally melted the girl’s hesitant heart and everyone was happy for them.
Beside them was Yuuta’s aniki, Ichirou, who was impressive and impeccable as ever, and along with his wife, (Tateishi) Miki, they made a handsome pair. Ah, another one of the world’s wonders. How the playboy had managed to get the uptight bookworm for himself was still a mystery to him, but he was happy for them nonetheless. In Miki’s lap, their 2-year old son Jirou dozed fitfully, mussing boyishly untameable olive-green hair as he nestled deeper in his mother’s arms.
Behind the two couples, he could hear the recognizable, cheery voice of Takeshi Yume – still as hyperactive as ever – as she engaged in a rather one-sided conversation with the silent Mihara Sakuya sitting beside her. Throughout the years, they had never made any indication of advancement in their so-called relationship, but seeing the ghostly smile and the light-hearted flicker in the redhead’s usually dull eyes as he merely listened to another one of the woman’s random babbles, he could tell there really was, and Yuuhi found himself quite amused with this.
He had never thought that there would be another girl other than Mifuyu who could bring out Sakuya’s gentle demeanor, and he was glad. For someone who had loved and looked after his sister since childhood and was able to give her up and let her be in the arms of the one she truly loved, he deserved his own happiness. And from what Yuuhi could fathom, it was in the form of the bubbly Yume where he found it.
Turning to the person next to them, he blinked in surprise as he found himself staring back at a pair of familiar, amber-yellow eyes that belonged to none other than Aikawa Yuri. She threw a playful wink at his direction, before turning her attention back to the man beside her.
Yuuhi smirked; this one was another interesting pair. Aikawa Yuri and Hiyama Kouya, two people who had played such a significant role in his and Mifuyu’s lives. It was very surprising for him to see the two of them get together, but of course he was pleased as to how things worked out for them. She was finally happy, and he silently thanked Kouya for lavishing her with that kind warmth and affection that he could never give to her when they were still dating.
He let out a contented sigh. These people – apart from Sakuya, Yuri and Kouya – weren’t really his friends; they were Mifuyu’s. But from years of watching over his sister, he had grown accustomed to their presence, and – although they might not know it – quite fond of their unique and interestingly weird personalities. They might not be close, but he was more than grateful to them for staying with Mifuyu through thick or thin.
To his left, Yuuhi found Hoshino Sakura, his cousin Sanada Izumi and the rest of Mifuyu’s girl friends chatting happily with one another. He couldn’t catch what they were talking about, but he was sure it was nothing out of the ordinary.
At the end of the seat sat a bored Nagi, Izumi-nee’s younger bro and his cousin, who frowned strangely in thought as his metallic-gray eyes gazed in his direction.
Yuuhi blinked in confusion, before realization hit him.
Did that mean… Nagi was able to…?
The crowd went quiet and a familiar piano tune began playing all of a sudden, interrupting his reflection. Yuuhi found his thoughts trailing off as he followed their gazes toward the back doorway, and his eyes widened in awe at the sight that greeted him.
There she was, a vision in white, beautiful and breathtaking in ways no mortal should have a right to be. His mouth went dry, his heart thundered his chest, and the blood roared in his ears as their father walked her slowly down the aisle, pulling back her veil to reveal the face he had been long wanting to see.
He felt a sharp jolt of pure masculine admiration as he gazed at the stunning woman smiling before him.
Was this really her?
Unbelievable…
Her silky, brown hair – which had now grown longer – was made into a chignon with elegant tendrils framing her beautiful, radiant face. She was wearing a simple, yet elegant, off-shouldered wedding gown that clung to her slim body, showing off all her curves in the right places.
In her throat lay a familiar silver choker that accentuated even more the silkiness of her porcelain skin, and his scarlet eyes softened at recognizing the necklace as the one he had given to her when they were still kids.
So she had taken good care of it for years…
His gaze returned to the loving smile of his sister.
She had grown so much. When had she become this beautiful?
She was simply captivating.
And she took his breath away.
The ceremony flew by quickly. He doubted he heard or understood a single word escaping the priest’s mouth, for his attention was focused solely on the woman beside him. The “I do’s” were said with breathless enthusiasm, her smile radiant, face flushed prettily as the priest pronounced groom and bride as finally man and wife.
His heart in his throat at the priest’s final words, the applause of the crowd dulled to a low drum as he stood before her. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves down, then laid a hand gently against her cheek, and leaned in.
The kiss was soft, fragile, and barely tangible, if not for the way his heart soared with elation, leaving him drowning and grappling for a lifeline as his lips gently brushed over hers, light as a whisper.
~0~
Kiritani Mifuyu-Tsukishiro gasped, her ruby-red eyes widening as she touched her fingers to her lips. A fleeting brush of contact, no more palpable than a soft breeze of air, and yet she had felt him.
Beside her, her husband frowned in concern, holding a hand to her forehead. “Hey, Fuyu-chan, you okay? Are you feeling ill?”
Mifuyu shook her head, brushing his hand away gently. “No, Aki-kun, I’m fine. I just... remembered something...
Onii-chan… Thank you…
~0~
Yuuhi smiled sadly, raising his hand in an attempt to touch her once again, but to no avail, as his fingers ghosted through her flesh. “Congratulations, Mifuyu…”
Tsukishiro Yuuhi, dead for nearly seven years, had fulfilled a childhood promise, and kissed his bride on her wedding day.
I love you…
(END)
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Did you guys get the ending? =3
Anyways, if you're curious as to what the characters mentioned there look like, I'll be happy to show you the pictures!
It's been so long since I last wrote a fic; I think I'm out of practice. X___x"
Anyways, this is like a sidestory to my other forum's RPG. I just thought of this idea randomly when I was making future plans for the RPG's development, so...
Review and check it out, okay?
;D 
There's quite an uncanny theme included here. I think it's tolerable though...
********************
I want to be Onii-chan's princess!
That's impossible! Fuyu-chan's too annoying to be my princess!
Aah! Onii-chan's so mean~ *pouts*
But it's true! Fuyu-chan's not my princess; she's my bride!
*blinks* E? Bride?
Un! And when we get older, we're going to get married in this church!
Waah... Really?? Ah! But, do we have to kiss?
Of course! That's what brides and grooms do, ne? Mama says so.
*giggles* Well, okay then. If it's with Onii-chan, it's fine! So it's a promise?
Aa. *grins* This Yuuhi-sama promises to kiss my bride, Mifuyu-baka, on our wedding day.
Don't break it, ne? *frowns*
*chuckles* Of course not! I never break any promises. Unlike you. *sticks out tongue*
*freaks out* Aahh!! So mean!!
Childhood Promise
He was nervous. He was not sure why.
He, Tsukishiro Yuuhi, had dealt with countless thugs much stronger and tougher than any street fighters the human imagination could even begin to fathom. He had risked his life again and again merely for the sake of his own enjoyment and thirst to fight and prove his strength. He was the “Demon”; he had a terrifying reputation amongst the punks and was considered as a huge threat to them. No one would dare provoke him in fear of getting in contact with his steely fists.
They feared him, and he feared nothing, everyone thought.
They were wrong.
Gulping lightly, droplets of sweat formed in his creased forehead and trickled down the side of his face. Any burly, katana-wielding school delinquent couldn’t possibly match up with what he was about to face for he had never been more petrified, struck more terrified and nervous than he was on this day.
It was a wedding that left him bumbling and struggling at his wit’s end.
He exhaled deeply; he supposed it was not so much the idea of the ceremony that got to him as it was the significance of the day.
This wasn’t your typical wedding, after all.
And he wasn’t just going to marry any ordinary girl.
No, definitely not. Far from that, actually.
For he, Tsukishiro Yuuhi, was going to marry the first and only girl he had ever laid eyes upon and had fallen in love with.
Yes, it was none other than his own younger twin sister, Tsukishiro Mifuyu.
Until now, he couldn’t believe it was happening. It was a huge taboo, and he knew everyone – including their parents – would condemn them for such an indecent act. After all, it was wrong to—
He closed his eyes, immediately ridding himself of his notions. Remembering those struggles in the past would always mar his features with a frown, and so he had dropped the thought as quickly as it occurred to him. Past is past; there was no need to contemplate on it further.
What was important now was the situation at hand.
And with that, his disturbing thoughts fully vanished from his mind, as well as the troubled expression on his handsome face.
The ceremony was to be held in a small and modest, but tasteful little church not far from the neighborhood he and Mifuyu had grown up in. He had been initially hesitant about the idea, seeing as how he had never really practiced any real religion, but they were Christians, and a western-style wedding in a traditional Christian church was decided upon. Seeing how much it meant to the Tsukishiro family, Yuuhi had let himself grow accustomed to the idea.
He fiddled fretfully with the sleeve of his tuxedo jacket, letting his scarlet eyes wander over the assembled crowd in hopes of distracting himself from his agitation.
A warm smile lit his features despite himself, as he took in the assembly of old and familiar faces.
In the front rows, places of honor, Chigasaki Yuuta sat in a ridiculous blue tuxedo, his hand entwined with that of the elegant Kanzaki Chii, beautiful in her modest dress made to match the shade of her fiancée’s suit. Yes, after years of determined pursuits and restless proclamations of love and proposals, he had finally melted the girl’s hesitant heart and everyone was happy for them.
Beside them was Yuuta’s aniki, Ichirou, who was impressive and impeccable as ever, and along with his wife, (Tateishi) Miki, they made a handsome pair. Ah, another one of the world’s wonders. How the playboy had managed to get the uptight bookworm for himself was still a mystery to him, but he was happy for them nonetheless. In Miki’s lap, their 2-year old son Jirou dozed fitfully, mussing boyishly untameable olive-green hair as he nestled deeper in his mother’s arms.
Behind the two couples, he could hear the recognizable, cheery voice of Takeshi Yume – still as hyperactive as ever – as she engaged in a rather one-sided conversation with the silent Mihara Sakuya sitting beside her. Throughout the years, they had never made any indication of advancement in their so-called relationship, but seeing the ghostly smile and the light-hearted flicker in the redhead’s usually dull eyes as he merely listened to another one of the woman’s random babbles, he could tell there really was, and Yuuhi found himself quite amused with this.
He had never thought that there would be another girl other than Mifuyu who could bring out Sakuya’s gentle demeanor, and he was glad. For someone who had loved and looked after his sister since childhood and was able to give her up and let her be in the arms of the one she truly loved, he deserved his own happiness. And from what Yuuhi could fathom, it was in the form of the bubbly Yume where he found it.
Turning to the person next to them, he blinked in surprise as he found himself staring back at a pair of familiar, amber-yellow eyes that belonged to none other than Aikawa Yuri. She threw a playful wink at his direction, before turning her attention back to the man beside her.
Yuuhi smirked; this one was another interesting pair. Aikawa Yuri and Hiyama Kouya, two people who had played such a significant role in his and Mifuyu’s lives. It was very surprising for him to see the two of them get together, but of course he was pleased as to how things worked out for them. She was finally happy, and he silently thanked Kouya for lavishing her with that kind warmth and affection that he could never give to her when they were still dating.
He let out a contented sigh. These people – apart from Sakuya, Yuri and Kouya – weren’t really his friends; they were Mifuyu’s. But from years of watching over his sister, he had grown accustomed to their presence, and – although they might not know it – quite fond of their unique and interestingly weird personalities. They might not be close, but he was more than grateful to them for staying with Mifuyu through thick or thin.
To his left, Yuuhi found Hoshino Sakura, his cousin Sanada Izumi and the rest of Mifuyu’s girl friends chatting happily with one another. He couldn’t catch what they were talking about, but he was sure it was nothing out of the ordinary.
At the end of the seat sat a bored Nagi, Izumi-nee’s younger bro and his cousin, who frowned strangely in thought as his metallic-gray eyes gazed in his direction.
Yuuhi blinked in confusion, before realization hit him.
Did that mean… Nagi was able to…?
The crowd went quiet and a familiar piano tune began playing all of a sudden, interrupting his reflection. Yuuhi found his thoughts trailing off as he followed their gazes toward the back doorway, and his eyes widened in awe at the sight that greeted him.
There she was, a vision in white, beautiful and breathtaking in ways no mortal should have a right to be. His mouth went dry, his heart thundered his chest, and the blood roared in his ears as their father walked her slowly down the aisle, pulling back her veil to reveal the face he had been long wanting to see.
He felt a sharp jolt of pure masculine admiration as he gazed at the stunning woman smiling before him.
Was this really her?
Unbelievable…
Her silky, brown hair – which had now grown longer – was made into a chignon with elegant tendrils framing her beautiful, radiant face. She was wearing a simple, yet elegant, off-shouldered wedding gown that clung to her slim body, showing off all her curves in the right places.
In her throat lay a familiar silver choker that accentuated even more the silkiness of her porcelain skin, and his scarlet eyes softened at recognizing the necklace as the one he had given to her when they were still kids.
So she had taken good care of it for years…
His gaze returned to the loving smile of his sister.
She had grown so much. When had she become this beautiful?
She was simply captivating.
And she took his breath away.
The ceremony flew by quickly. He doubted he heard or understood a single word escaping the priest’s mouth, for his attention was focused solely on the woman beside him. The “I do’s” were said with breathless enthusiasm, her smile radiant, face flushed prettily as the priest pronounced groom and bride as finally man and wife.
His heart in his throat at the priest’s final words, the applause of the crowd dulled to a low drum as he stood before her. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves down, then laid a hand gently against her cheek, and leaned in.
The kiss was soft, fragile, and barely tangible, if not for the way his heart soared with elation, leaving him drowning and grappling for a lifeline as his lips gently brushed over hers, light as a whisper.
~0~
Kiritani Mifuyu-Tsukishiro gasped, her ruby-red eyes widening as she touched her fingers to her lips. A fleeting brush of contact, no more palpable than a soft breeze of air, and yet she had felt him.
Beside her, her husband frowned in concern, holding a hand to her forehead. “Hey, Fuyu-chan, you okay? Are you feeling ill?”
Mifuyu shook her head, brushing his hand away gently. “No, Aki-kun, I’m fine. I just... remembered something...
Onii-chan… Thank you…
~0~
Yuuhi smiled sadly, raising his hand in an attempt to touch her once again, but to no avail, as his fingers ghosted through her flesh. “Congratulations, Mifuyu…”
Tsukishiro Yuuhi, dead for nearly seven years, had fulfilled a childhood promise, and kissed his bride on her wedding day.
I love you…
(END)
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Did you guys get the ending? =3
Anyways, if you're curious as to what the characters mentioned there look like, I'll be happy to show you the pictures!
