Mary On A Cross ✔

VII.

Chapter 7: Late night

The wedding was getting closer and closer.

And you were getting nervous, that day was the day to see the tailor who came, the wedding kimono would be tested to see if it fit and within your taste. After that you and the maid would go to choose the flowers that would be decorated around the garden.

While Shinjuro would go to see the Flame Manor that was newly made in the wisteria village closer to the HQ.

Those days you saw him less and less, after all you two were working hard for the last details of the wedding. You felt sad that he wasn’t around for those day but you couldn’t do anything of that.

You started wearing the kimono that was purely white and was long and soft. Under the white kimono there was a red one. There was a long golden haori with white flowers and lines over it making it a beauty.

“I like it!” you squealed seeing how it was perfectly mad for you.

The maid beside you shook her head, sighing. She worked for your father before.

(“She changed,” she thought, “Is it good or bad?”)

***

Night came and something was bad, you weren’t sure what it was, but your stomach twisted and turned as you felt like gagging from the feeling of something was going to happen soon enough.

So you got up and bolted out the room your hands holding the kimono up a bit, those were ones of the times you wanted to rip the kimono off, how could Nezuko run in those kimonos like nothing? It was tight around the waist and hips making it impossible to run fast.

You went to the dojo and slammed the door open, eyes of twenty males – that looked identical – turned their heads at the same time to you.

“Is Shinjuro here?” you asked, but all shook their head.

One came forward, “Ruka-Sama, Shinjuro Sama went to see the new manor today, don’t you remember?”

Suddenly you remember, you sighed, “I forgot, sorry for bothering.”

Your slid the shoji door shut behind you and walked away your back straight, you started to lose control over your ‘Ruka’ side, the side everyone knows Ruka as. But you were not Ruka, you were well – you!

You were an adult! A woman who was getting famous! How did you end in your own childish fantasy! The fantasy you made into a story and into a whole series! Now you ended up falling in love with a man who you clearly made into one that resembled you father.

Well after Ruka passed away, cause at the moment he was sweet and kind to you – well Ruka.

You reached the front doors of the manor and stood there your red eyes staring into the distance, it was getting hotter every passing day due to the time of spring was getting closer.

The manor always was terribly hot due to the breathing from that they used. You grew to get used to it, even if sometimes you were drenched in sweat your body didn’t react like back in the day.

“what is this feeling?” you asked yourself in a light whisper as you closed your eyes thinking. You barely thought of demons or even Muzan. You thought maybe someone got sick or something else – nothing of that came to mind.

You flinched, “what feeling, Ruka?”

You turned seeing Minjuro his short hair was sleeked back and unlike the other males he had a scar that ran down an eye up to his brow. One eyes was fully blind reason he most times had a crow on his shoulder to guide him.

“My Lord!” she bowed, “I must have been rude of being in your path.”

He smiled, “calm down Ruka, it is nice seeing you relax a bit.” He waved his hand in dismiss.

Since he was the head of the Rengoku family he was pretty much respected more than other Rengoku. Your father scolded you various times to call him ‘Lord Rengoku’ until he told you too call him something else.

In other words he wanted you to be submissive something you weren’t. you were a crack head and a rebel in some ways. You were kind but would easily badmouth someone without thinking twice. It easily made others think you were arrogant – contrary.

You were humble and thought of others before you. It made others envy you and get easily get a grudge against you. Reason you decided you work on your own with the manga. You didn’t want others to hurt you again.

“Yes, My Lord.” You looked down your shoulders relaxing.

He smiled again a genuine smile, “call me Minjuro-San.” He corrected, “You are my soon-to-be Daughter –in-law.”

He normally wore an eye patch but that day he didn’t so his wounded eye was seen, his pupil wasn’t there, so it was fully white making you shiver a bit when you looked up, but just smiled.

“Thank you, My—I – I mean Minjuro-San.” You stammered as your tongue mixed your words.

He smiled calmly and leaned against the door opposite from you, his golden red eye stared into the distance, “you know, you don’t have to marry my son if you are still in denial.” He voiced his thoughts, “I know it would hurt Shinjuro, but I was always against forced marriages.”

***

Hurt Shinjuro? How would you hurt him if he didn’t feel anything – well not that you knew of. He was caring and kind, but never showed any obvious feelings towards you, he barely blushed around you.

Those thoughts ran in your head as you headed to the main door to wait for Shinjuro again for the second time that day.

It was late at night and a small wisteria candle lightened the hall you walked in. your steps silent but if you listened closely you could hear the ‘thumb’. Your hair was in a bun over your head to keep air coming to your nape.

The front door opened before your hand could touch it and you saw a tired and sleepy Shinjuro, his hand on the hilt of his sword white the other gripped his stomach.

You didn’t see or smell blood from him but you could image that the demon kicked him away.

You opened the door wider for him to see you, his eyes widened when he saw you there. Normally you would be deep asleep in your room.

But there you were, your hair in a mess that you call bun over your head, and your yukata was on and covered with a blanked.

“what are you doing awake?” he whispered as he entered closing the door behind him and finally relaxed and turned to lock the door.

You sighed, “you didn’t come for two days I got worried.” Your face stoic trying not to get happy that he returned after all, you knew you had fallen hard for him.

He smiled taking his sword off the belt and started to take the cape off hooking it to his arm. Then he took the purple coloured candle off your grasp, “that was kind of you, Ruka, but you have to sleep.” He was reassuring with how calm his words were. Unlike how you designed him to be after Ruka’s death.