90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟛𝟘 - Forever and Always 💚

Grinning from ear to ear, Rantaro stood at the altar as he locked eyes again with the nervous yet ecstatic Shuichi. Shuichi wore a slick black suit with a blue tie and a blue marbled vest underneath his blazer. Rantaro wore a suit too but had no blazer, instead, he wore a black vest and deep green bowtie.

Hearing gasping, the two soon-to-be husbands turned towards the source, Rantaro's mouth opening in shock. Kokichi blushed as he walked down the aisle, locking elbows with Akira as he held a bouquet of white roses. He wore a white ballgown with purple tulle falling from the off-shoulder fabric, a flower crown mixed in between his purple messy locks.

As Kokichi stepped onto the stage next to his fiancees the three grinned wildly. Rantaro mostly ignored the wedding officiant, staring in awe at how wonderful his fiancees looked in their gown and suit. He was soon brought back to reality as the wedding officiant reminded him to say his vows, the other two already completing theirs.

"I, Amami Rantaro, promise to take you, Ouma Kokichi, and you, Saihara Shuichi, as my lawfully wedded husbands. I promise to only bring the best out of you, challenging you both to be the best versions of you that you can be. I will laugh with you, cry with you, dream with you and grow with you. Till the day we die, I'll never leave either of your sides. In sickness and in health, you can't get rid of me, no matter how hard you might try." Ending his vows with a light-hearted joke, Rantaro relished in the hushed chuckles amongst the room.

Sharing a deep kiss, the three took each other's hands with Kokichi in the middle, walking back down the aisle as their families and friends clapped for them. Rantaro felt tears drip down his cheeks but he couldn't stop them. He was happy, happier than he'd ever thought was possible.

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Rantaro chuckled as he watched Kokichi down another alcoholic drink, the male unable to keep upright for too long. Rolling his eyes at the drunk male, Rantaro continued to sip his drink as he wandered through the party, delighted to see friends and family getting along and loosening up for the night. As he scanned the room, Rantaro's eyes landed on Akamatsu kneeling in the corner, the faintest hint of blue hair peeking out from behind her.

Hurrying over, Rantaro knelt beside the two. "It's okay to cry Shuichi, let it out," Akamatsu soothed, rubbing Shuichi's shoulder.

"Shuichi? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Rantaro asked, worried for the male.

"H-Huh? Yeah, I'm okay Rantaro!" Shuichi smiled through his tears. "No, I'm better than okay, I've never felt this happy before in my life!" Jumping out of Akamatsu's grasp, Shuichi wrapped his arms around Rantaro and slammed his lips into the greenette's. Rantaro could taste the faintest hint of wine on Shuichi's lips, but he didn't care as the two wrapped their arms around each other to deepen the kiss.

"Wow, really? In front of my salad?" Akamatsu gasped with a giggle. "I'll give you two some alone time," she winked, sauntering away from the two in her short scarlet dress that hugged her curves.

Rantaro broke the kiss so he could breathe, gasping for air as they rested their foreheads together, smiling with closed eyes. "I just kissed my husband," Shuichi muttered to himself.

"So did I, what a coincidence," Rantaro chuckled. Before the two could begin a war of compliments and affection, shouting interrupted them. "I suppose we should see what Kokichi's shouting about," the hunter sighed with a smirk. Dusting off the dirt from kissing on the floor, the two sought out Kokichi who continued to yell and shout, accompanied by others they couldn't see.

Finding the source of the noise, Shuichi and Rantaro watched with a smirk as Kokichi threw back a shot of some unknown drink. Rantaro noticed that the purplette couldn't go a few seconds without giggling or tripping on air, despite being seated. Making his way behind the table where Kokichi and Iruma continued to scull their drinks, Rantaro picked up the bottle that they used to pour their shots. "No more for either of you, I think you've had enough," he ordered.

Kokichi opened his mouth to retort, only able to laugh as he swayed backwards, falling off his chair and sinking into the ballgown that swallowed him whole. Welp, I guess it's his turn to trip in a ballgown. As one of the grooms continue to laugh, the partygoers followed suit, erupting with overjoyed hope and delight.

"Alright you lot, it's time to dance, even if some of you probably can't make it to the dance floor," Tama announced. Shuichi squeezed through the wall on onlookers as they filed to the dining room where tables and chairs were cleared to create a dance floor in the centre. The detective grabbed the giggling Kokichi and lifted him to his feet.

"I'll take him for the first dance if you'd like?" Hideaki offered, holding Kokichi upright.

"Thank you, Hideaki. Take care of him," Rantaro smiled. As the band member struggled to keep up with Kokichi's energy. Turning to Shuichi, Rantaro smiled and bowed, holding out his hand. "Care for a dance, my love?"

"You're so corny," Shuichi chuckled, taking Rantaro's hand. "I love it though." As the two entered the middle of the dance floor, they placed their hands on each other and swayed back and forth to the slow music. "Oh no..." Shuichi muttered, hiding his face in Rantaro's neck as his cheeks flushed red.

"What's the matter, hun?" Rantaro asked, slightly concerned.

"My uncle's taking pictures," Shuichi groaned. Rantaro glanced around, noticing the man grinning and talking to a familiar woman who also took a photo.

"My mum is too..." Rantaro sighed, chuckling. "What did you expect though? I'll have to ask for the photos later," he reminded himself out loud. "I love you Shuichi, I love you so much."

"I love you too Rantaro, more than anything," Shuichi grinned, planting a sweet kiss on Rantaro's lips. As the dancing continued, everyone handed off their partners and took hold of a new one. Rantaro ended up with Kokichi who stumbled around the dance floor in a drunken stupor.

"I also love you Kokichi," Rantaro grinned, kissing the male's alcohol-soaked lips.

"I love you, but also Panta. No, I think I love Panta more," Kokichi slurred with a smirk. Rantaro rolled his eyes and laughed at the mention of Kokichi's favourite soda brand. The two swayed before the slow dances ended, Tama spicing things up with stereotypical party music. Kokichi threw off his high heels and began dancing with Iruma in ways that would cause a Christian mother to faint.

Rantaro made his way to a table of snacks, grabbing a few and popping them into his mouth. "Hello Amami, such a pleasant experience." Turning, Rantaro smiled at Tojo.

"I'm glad everyone's enjoying themselves. Thank you so much for coming, I know you were busy with work," Rantaro smiled.

"I cannot believe I am about to say this, but work can wait. This day is more important for me." Tojo bowed her head. "Amami, I must say, I am quite proud of how far you have come. You and Saihara were quite the delinquents in high school so I must say, this was quite unexpected," she chuckled.

Rantaro smiled, remembering how stupid he and Shuichi could be as teenagers. "How ironic that Kokichi was the teacher's pet and quiet kid. Look at us now. It's like our personalities were switched," he joked.

Glancing over at Shuichi and Kokichi, Rantaro watched as the drunk groom thrust a drink into the bluenette's hands. Shuichi took a slip and slammed the drink down, doubling over in a fit of coughing with a face contorted in disgust.

I'd give anything to make them happy, I'm so glad we're married now. Nothing in life will ever beat this moment. I'll cherish it in my heart for as long as I live.

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If you want to see their wedding outfits, I posted them in my art book. Originally it was from 'Love and Lies', but I thought I'd reuse the designs here.