I N N O C E N C E (Shu Sakamaki)

Chapter 8

(A/N: Sorry that this chapter is a little too long, but I felt like this should be something mentioned as it is extremely important to the story that is to proceed. Dividing it into two different chapters would make it less flowing, so here you go! Sorry for so much flashbacks and memories, but have you guys started to piece things together yet? Have fun! :))

"Kanato, I'm sorry if I am being imprudent, but where exactly are you taking me?" Manami asked, as he felt the grip around her wrist tighten. "Isn't the kitchen the other way? If you really wanted me to, I could just make you your favorite cake-"

"Shut up!" He screamed, causing for Manami's to furrow in dissatisfaction at his loud tone.

"Don't use that tone with me." She warned him, which only irritated Kanato even further.

"Who do you think you are?" He asked her with an angered expression. "I guess I'll have to remind you of your circumstance."

"Huh?" She questioned, as the two of them had arrived to a new doorway.

Kanato's hand turned the door knob, as he pushed the door open, waiting for Manami to come in. And so she did, only to be met with a room filled with dolls dressed in white, hanging from the ceiling or standing in a way which resembled mannequins.

Her eyes travelled through the women, as their human-like eyes felt weary on her, as if following her every step. She walked to the end of the hallway, as she started to realize that the white dresses they wore, were wedding gowns. They were dolls dressed as brides, flowers in their hands and their hair done up.

She closed her eyes, remembering the day which caused her to come here to begin with.

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"Are you enjoying yourself?" Reo asked, smiling at his little sister, who sat there with a glass of some grape juice.

"Maybe I would enjoy myself a little more if I had a glass of wine." She fake smiled at her brother, but he didn't seem to notice.

He was dressed in a dapper wedding suit, a bow tie neatly tied around his neck. His light blonde hair were swept to the side, revealing his green eyes, which reminded Manami of her mother's. In their family, Manami was the one to inherit her father's looks, while Reo was lucky enough to look like their mother. It was the main reason why Manami was always so jealous of him, as her jet black hair and grey eyes were nothing but dusky and eerie.

"We both know you can't have that." He chuckled in response, as she raised her eyebrow in response.

"I just need a couple of years," she said, "it can't be that bad."

"You say that now, but wait till you have your first hangover." Her brother said in an exasperated tone, as if remembering a memory he didn't want to even have.

The guests chattered and laughed as the classical music played on and on. Eventually, Manami will go up and play the solo which she specifically prepared for her brother's wedding ceremony. He asked her a month ago to prepare a lively and happy song which represented his and Aoi's relationship. Though Manami didn't want to, it didn't feel like she had much of a choice in the matter.

Her violin case stood backstage, waiting for her to come and open it once again, and play like she used to. Continue her mother's legacy and cherish every sound that recached against the room's walls.

The bride, in her long white sleeveless dress, ran over to her husband, grabbing him by the arm.

"Darling," she said through a smile, "how about I have a little talk with your sister here? After all, we are family now and I would like to have some girl talks!"