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Stupid. That's how Yura felt. But also nervous as she stood with a small bouquet of flowers next to Miss Nishimura.
Yura was wearing a light green silky dress with the streps hanging loosely around her shoulders and she worried that they'd fall down during the wedding.
Yes, it was Saturday.
Miss Nishimura had took it upon herself to dress Yura from head to toe. The dress, the flower crown that rested on the top of her head, the bracelet that adorned her wrists and her white high heeled shoes.
Yura was many inches taller thanks to them and she didn't completely mind the whole look but she still didn't want any of this to happen.
The girl watched as two women flattened Miss Nishimura's dress and hair out. The woman looked beautiful in the wide white wedding dress that flowed freely to the floor. A big bundle of flowers were in her hands as the two unknown women just touched her up a bit more.
"And? How do I look?" Miss Nishimura smiled.
"Wonderful." Yura forced a smile back.
"You think he'll like it? Your father?" The woman asked again, scanning herself over in fear she was too dressed up or not good looking enough.
"He will." Yura reassured blantly.
"I can't believe this." Miss Nishimura put her hand over her mouth as happy tears welled in her eyes.
Yura didn't say anything and let the woman be as she was finished getting ready.
"I'm happy that you're doing this." Miss Nishimura smiled one last time before Yura had to go down the big steps and towards the altar.
Yura did just that and walled into view of the many guests, her father and Niki who was standing next to him. She made her way downstairs on the red carpet underneath her feet and ignored all the eyes on her. Including his.
Niki wouldn't admit it, but his heart stopped a beat when he saw Yura. He didn't expect her to look like this. She wasn't in a flowery, colorful dress but in a pretty simple one. She looked hot.
His eyes raked over her whole body, taking in every curve and exposed skin that was there. Subconsciously, Niki bit his lip as he checked her out and soon she was taking place on the other side of the podium they were standing on, his eyes had never left her figure once.
Not even as his own mother came down the same stairs as his step sister did a minute ago. His eyes darkened and he felt his blood rushing through his body from just looking at her. He hated her. But certainly not her body.
Niki's mother stepped up on the podium and he directed his attention to the couple for now. Failing to hide his glances at her, full of overpowering lust and will. He dearly restricted himself to take her right at that moment. Niki knew he'd hate himself for that but it wouldn't mean anything anyway, right?
"We've come together on this day," The priest began and Niki directed all his attention towards anybody else, everyone except her.
"To join this man and this woman in holy matrimony." The man continued and the two adults gave each other a a meaningful speak. After that, the priest talked further "Do you, Kayote Nishimura, take Hajime Shirayuki to your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, in richest and poorest times, in sickness and in health. Until death do you apart?"
"I do." The woman smiled.
"Do you, Hijame Shirayuki, take Kayote Nishimura to your lawfully wedded wife," the priest repeated the same words as before and the couple exchanged rings.
"May god the eternal father keep you of one heart in love for one another, that the peace of Christ may dwell in you and abide always in your home. You may kiss the bride now." The priest ended.
Yura shook her head almost invisibly at the scene while Niki wore a grimace opposite of her. Yura's eyes wandered to the boy across from her and they locked eyes. It surpisred her to see his hooded gaze and the way he looked at her made her feel weird.
She immediately shook it off. Him, his tall body, his face, his eyes, the way that suit looked on him and made him suddenly a bit more attractive to her. No! She shook all of that off.
Yura watched as her father and Niki's mom stepped down hand in hand and opened the dance.
The girl felt a presence next to her, knowing who it was and she wouldn't look at him.
"You in a dress? Never thought that would happen." Niki commented.
"You in a suit? It's a bit too fabulous for you, huh." She retorted.
"Wow, and here I was thinking we could speak normally today." Niki shrugged, watching our parents dance.
"Not a chance." Yura turned her head further away from him, looking around at all the people she didn't even know.
"Wanna dance?" Niki asked, surprising Yura as she sharply turned to look at him.
"What?" she frowned.
"Dance with me." Niki grabbed her hand and began pulling her to the dance floor but Yura tried to pull away.
"Why?" She asked as she struggled to get him to let her go.
Because I wanna feel your body against mine.
Niki couldn't voice his thoughts, he'd rather die. He also didn't know where they were coming from so suddenly. Just because of a simple dress?
"To show our parents that we get along and to get them off my back." Niki then reasoned.
"What a nice excuse." Yura said but suddenly she found herself on the dance floor, surrounded by people dancing with each other in a slow romantic dance.
"Just shut up." Niki murmured, his voice strangely pleasant as he pulled Yura against him and put his hand on her waist, with the other one he held her hand up to their side.
"Did you take something? What's the deal with you?" Yura questioned, confused by his behavior even tho he said it was just to please their parents.
Niki didn't answer at first. He couldn't concentrate. Not while his hand was on her hip and Niki had the urge to squeeze the flesh but he resisted. He had to. He couldn't think properly because every few seconds her body reminded him of the feeling inside of him.
"Just be quiet." Niki didn't want to hear her voice. He didn't want to see her face. Hell, he didn't even want to see her body or her at all. But it was so damn hard not to rake his eyes on every inch of her figure.
Could he go through the day without giving in to his lust?
AN: I just wanted to say that I will always update on scheduled days otherwise I'll say something!
We all have different time lines properly, so it can verify if it's maybe already midnight or something else :)
