Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 1

Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.

Raindrops fell from the sky, dark and cloudy, only adding to the dreariness of the moment. Puddles formed on the ground with no children to play in them and people ducked inside their homes in hopes of not getting wet. Two red eyes watched the drops fall from behind a foggy window, full of dread and anxiety. Fukase tried to focus on the sounds of the falling rain, something that always calmed him, but he couldn't manage to drown out the commotion of his parents rushing to get ready and the shouting of the town crier, who despite the fact that he was soaked from head to toe, was screaming out the exact news he was dreading.

Wedding rehearsal this. Wedding rehearsal that. Doesn't he have anything more interesting to report?

Fukase hated the constant reminder of what was to come, trying his best to savor the last moments of peace he had, but failing miserably. He shifted his focus to the drawing of a moth in front of him. They were creatures regarded as pests by most, but Fukase rather liked them, despite what others thought. They kind of reminded him of himself. Judged by others before he even is given the chance to speak. Though, perhaps he was just surrounded by people who didn't have the ears to listen.

"Fukase! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Meiko called from downstairs, impatience clear in her voice.

"Coming!" He called back, gathering the papers full of drawings that were strewn across his desk and shoving them into his bag. His footsteps were heavy as he ran, but they paused right before he passed the threshold of the door. He didn't want to have to face his parents almost as much as he didn't want to get in that carriage. He wasn't quite sure how he would react upon seeing their faces. He loved his parents, he really did, but right now, he felt utterly betrayed. He hated the idea that they would sell him off to some man just for money and recognition. The thought hurt.

"FUKASE!" Meiko screamed once again, so loud that Fukase was sure his ears would be ringing if he had been standing right next to her.

"I'm coming!" He responded. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fukase tried his best to reassure himself that everything would be alright.

It'll be okay. He'll be a nice man. Your parents would never force you to marry a man you don't like. They know you'll like him, right?

Fukase opened his eyes again, full of newfound determination and rushed down the stairs where his parents were waiting.

"Took you long enough." Meiko scoffed, turning out the door and toward the carriage. "Now come on! We can't be late for this."

Fukase simply nodded as he followed her steps out of the comfort of his own home and into uncharted territory.

"Watch the puddles! We can't enter the Kagamine manor with mud on our feet." Meiko stepped into the carriage, her long red dress dragging in the wind behind her. When Fukase peeked inside, he saw his father already sitting there, who waved at him happily.

"Are you excited, Fukase?" Kaito asked. Fukase took a seat next to his mother and looked up at Kaito with nervous eyes.

"I'm not sure..." He answered, choosing his words carefully. "How can I be sure that I'll like him? I've never even met him."

"I'm sure you will, Fukase. That Kagamine boy is said to be very kind and caring. Maybe even a little shy at times." Kaito reassured him.

"And he's adorable!" Meiko added. "How could you not love a boy like that?"

"I guess..."

Fukase looked out the window at the falling drops. The window was foggy and cold. If it got any colder, it would probably begin snowing. The snow was prettier than the rain in his opinion, but the pattering of the rain hitting the windows always beat out the shimmering of snow. Through the drops he could see a large building coming into view. It towered higher than most buildings in town and was wider than any house Fukase had ever seen. He hadn't even met his to-be-husband and yet he already felt intimidated.