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Chapter 41 Second Dance

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To say Odasaku is surprised when he doesn't see bandages around Dazai's neck is an understatement. "You didn't have to take those off for today—" he frowns, walking over to give his friend a hug, and Dazai shakes his head.

"I usually skip them these days. Aren't you supposed to be dressed already?"

Oda glances over at his suit, hanging over the door, "Yeah—I don't know, I've just been..."

Dazai raises an eyebrow, "Getting cold feet?"

Oda snorts, "You know I'm not , I'm just...nervous."

"Being the center of attention has never been your thing."Dazai muses, and Oda nods.

"It's kind of my worst nightmare, yeah."

"Well," Dazai claps a hand on his arm, "The good news is, no one is going to be looking at you ."

They both agree on that.

"Sweetheart..." It's just Chuuya, Kouyou, and her father in the dressing room, and Chuuya doesn't think he's ever seen Arthur Rimbaud in tears before, but he is now.

"You look so beautiful." The older man murmurs, taking his daughter into his arms for a tight hug, "He doesn't deserve you."

" Dad —" Kouyou protests, and Chuuya pipes up,

"No one does."

Kouyou glances over at him with a smile, and it makes his heart skip a beat in his chest.His sister has always been the most beautiful woman in the world to him—but she's never looked quite as radiant as she does right now. "Maybe not—but Sakunosuke comes pretty close."

It's a relatively small affair, with their immediate family and their close friends, in an upscale hotel in Yokohama.

Chuuya slips out to proceed to the front of the isle, to rise his place and wait for his sister. Dazai, Oda, and Ango (who flew in just that morning) are already waiting, and while Chuuya is enjoying the sight of Dazai in a tux, he gives his boyfriend a pointed look when he starts openly gawking at Chuuya.

Dazai's eyes are drifting over the custom slacks, along with the slightly sheer top like he wants to rip it off of him and Chuuya isn't having any of it. "Eyes up , Osamu." He whispers pointedly—and no one in the audience can hear, but it does make Odasaku relax a little bit, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles— u ntil the procession music starts.

Everyone stands, turning to face the aisle.

A faint hush takes over the room the moment Chuuya's sister steps into view, holding her father's arm. The dress was beautiful the first time she wore it, but now, with her hair delicately piled on top of her head, along with the veil her grandmother sent from France, she captivates the entire room, and when Chuuya's eyes flicker to Odasaku...Kouyou achieved her goal.

She did make him cry.

They make it to the end of the isle, and Rimbaud joins her hands with Odasaku's, while Chuuya holds onto her bouquet.

And the ceremony begins.

It's short, non denominational—(despite Rimbaud's hopes for a catholic ceremony)—with one of Ane-san's friends from university officiating.

Part of it is in French, for the benefit of Kouyou's father and her uncles—other bits include passages from poems.

Back when they were in high school, and Oda was still trying to convince Chuuya's sister to date him, he used to slip scraps of paper with his favorite verses scribbled across them into her bag— a nd her favorite—the one that convinced her to go on that first date, was from Keats.