見合い ~ miai ~ 3 (Part A)/? [Aoi/Uruha, Aoi/Kai]
Title: 見合い ~ miai ~
Chapters: 3 (Part A)/?
Author: veroxion
Beta: sciencesaves
Genre: Romance/Angst/Historical
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex, Age Difference, Cross Dressing, Mention of Prostitution, Character Death, Use of Real Names + OC's
Bands: the GazettE, Kiryu + more
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Aoi/Kai + more
Synopsis: "The villagers are worried that both clans will go to war with each other. We can't allow that to happen. The Shiroyama clan have promised to agree to an alliance, under one condition. We have to provide them with a bride."
Comments: This entire chapter is dedicated to venomousliberty. ♥ I had to split this chapter because Livejournal sucks ass with the posting limit, so there are two parts. (^^)
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One shuffling foot in front of the other, Kouyou focused all of his energy on not making a complete fool out of himself by tripping again, rather than on attempting to make polite conversation with the stoic man next to him. The blond knew that his parents must surely be expecting him to act cordially, but the heir simply could not bring himself to say even one word. In all fairness, Yuu hadn’t spoken to him either, and be damned if he had to be the first to break the silence.
As Yuu led him, seemingly aimlessly, through the Shiroyama compound, Kouyou took it upon himself to look around curiously. It irked him to see houses and buildings that weren't familiar, and for which no explanations were being provided by his rather cheerless companion. In examining the compound, Kouyou found it odd that even though there were many people bustling about, numerous clan members passing by, none of them stopped to greet his betrothed. The blond shivered when he realized that Yuu was actually being glared at by the few clan members who bothered looking his way. He didn’t know why, and while the sudden curiosity nearly moved him to break the uncomfortable silence in order to ask, he decided it would be best not to pry, and continued to walk in silence.
Keeping quiet was a task in and of itself. The silence and lack of communication were simply killing Kouyou. The blond decided to sneak a quick, sideways glance at Yuu, and pouted childishly at the bored, completely uninterested look on his face as he walked.
The day was a typical summer day, hot and unbearably humid. The sun beat down mercilessly on Kouyou's slick face, already plastered with greasy sweat; the juunihitoe only served to add to the sweltering heat. The blond wondered despondently how much longer he would have to put up with this deceitful façade, for with every step he had taken, he felt fatigue settling deeper into his body.
“Kouyou-san?” The heir startled when he heard his name pierce through the silence, turning to face Yuu and only then realizing that the other man had stopped walking, staring at him intently as if expecting something. The expression on his face made the blond squirm uncomfortably. “Maybe you would prefer Takashima-san instead?”
Clearing his throat, it took Kouyou a moment to process the question, hands scrambling for the fan that was neatly folded and tucked into the sash at his waist. “Just Kouyou is fine.” he replied hastily, starting to fan himself as slowly as possible, despite wanting badly to rid himself of the oppressive heat. Hiyori's warning fluttered through his mind, and now that he was here, actually pretending to be a woman, he became much more cautious and aware of his own movements, fanning himself with as much grace as he could muster in the heat.
Another silence filled the air around them, and Kouyou raised his head slowly, only to realize that Yuu was gawking at him, mouth open in surprise. Panicking for a moment, the blond thought he may have done something grievously wrong. He even halted his attempt to cool himself down in fear that he wasn’t being as graceful as he had hoped.
“Your voice is really deep.” Yuu blurted out without thinking. He had clearly not expected such a delicate-looking woman to have such a strong sound erupt from her. The heir watched Kouyou's stunning auburn eyes widen at his comment, before becoming acutely aware of what had been said. Realizing what he done, most likely offending his new bride, he quickly bowed low in apology.
“Excuse me, that was incredibly rude. I was simply making an observation. Please don't take offence.”
Kouyou slowly blinked once, before narrowing his eyes into a sharp glare. Not only had this man laughed at him, embarrassed him, but now he was making unnecessary and unwanted comments about the way he sounded. Normally, the blond wouldn't have been at all offended if someone had mentioned the timbre of his voice, but he begrudgingly remembered that he ought to respond as a woman would-and Kouyou was sure a woman would take that “observation” as an insult. Muttering under his breath, Kouyou began to fan himself again, jumpy nerves now settled, but trying to persuasively feign anger.
“I suppose I could forgive you for that thoughtless comment.” he replied peevishly, trying his hardest to mimic the haughty way his sister had tended to accept his own apologies when he had done something to upset her.
Yuu chuckled in reply, which caused the blond to still his movements for a moment, surprised at the warmth of his laughter, before collecting his thoughts and deciding to start walking again-only to trip on the front of the juunihitoe, to his utter dismay. Gasping and feeling his heart jump to his throat, it took Kouyou a only moment to realize that he hadn't made impact with the floor, and instead was being held securely in a pair of strong arms. His mind racing, his body stiffened as he felt Yuu's hot breath at the nape of his neck.
“Oh,” The samurai whispered, dark eyes wide in bewilderment as he held the blond tightly, one hand wrapped securely around her waist, thick with the layers of silk-the other hand gripping Kouyou's wrist. The flesh felt smooth and delicate beneath his calloused fingers. “You're soft.” he muttered in astonishment, stroking the skin absently before he realized exactly what he was doing. Unfortunately, Kouyou also made the same realization, and much to Yuu’s chagrin, the blond released a rather horrific, high-pitched, girlish squeal.
Pushing Yuu away, the heir felt himself sneer spitefully as he watched the older man stumble before regaining his balance. He looked annoyed, eyes flashing and face flushed, but Kouyou felt anything but sympathetic and he was not about to apologize for his behaviour. “You pervert!” he hissed out instead, pointing an accusing finger at the heir, who responded by simply raising an eyebrow, as if he found the entire situation terribly amusing.
“Don't touch me.” Kouyou snapped out, still remembering the breath that fanned his neck, the peculiar scent that invaded his senses when Yuu had been so close to him-and that touch, that caring touch that had made the blond's nerves start in a frenzy. No one had ever treated him like that before. It only made him angrier to think that the only reason he had been held like that, touched like that, was because Yuu thought he was a woman, a delicate thing to be protected and treated with care.
“You should be more careful.” Yuu commented offhandedly, completely ignoring the blond's enraged comments as he stared ahead, tugging his clothing back into place. He had other things to do, and this girl was wasting precious time that could be spent doing more interesting things.
“It wasn't my fault!” The blond shouted defensively, startling Yuu, who turned to face Kouyou, surprise written on his features. The blond was pouting like a small child would, bottom lip thrust out, eyebrows furrowed together, staring down at the ground in distress. “It's this damn devil dress,” Kouyou whined childishly, just wishing to be rid of the thing already. He wanted to relax in the cool cotton of his yukata, instead of being bathed in the sweltering heat of the juunihitoe. He wanted to be away from Yuu, who had already carelessly embarrassed him twice, and to be on his own somewhere far away from here.
Yuu burst out laughing, and once again, Kouyou found himself falling silent at the sound, almost mesmerized. It was the second time he had heard the heir laugh openly, and he grudgingly admitted that was a rather a nice sound, despite his distaste towards the man. Kouyou felt his temper gradually diffusing. He simply could not feel upset or annoyed when the raven haired man was laughing, his expression pleasant.
“I have never heard of a woman scorning her clothes before.” Yuu chuckled, sending the blond a small look of tenderness. Kouyou bit his lip in order to stop the response that would reveal exactly why it was he scorned his clothes from escaping. He instead decided on another retort, one that wouldn't reveal his gender and expose him completely. “You would as well, if you were forced to wear such extravagant clothing in this heat.” he muttered, his reply making the other heir nod his head slowly in agreement, before silence erupted between the two again.
Yuu let out a sigh as he continued his aimless stroll through the compound, not really leading Kouyou anywhere. His mother had asked him to show Kouyou around, but the blond didn't really seem at all eager to learn about her new home, so he hadn't bothered to really show the woman anything interesting.
“I think you should rest,” he finally suggested, remembering how vehemently she had complained about the heat. It must have been getting to her, he thought, because she seemed to snap at everything he did. “I have matters I need to attend to, anyway.” he added as an afterthought, remembering Yutaka back at home, waiting for him. He smiled at the thought, but quickly shook it away before Kouyou noticed it. He didn't want her to start prying into his private life, even if she was a part of it now.
“That's fine.” Kouyou replied indifferently. Yuu made no attempt at further conversation as they walked at an easy pace back to where the Takashima clan was waiting patiently for them. The blond was relieved to spot Hiyori in the distance-speaking to Mahiro and Mitsuki. His parents were nowhere in sight, but the pang of anger he felt deep in his stomach at the thought of them told him it was of no consequence; he didn't feel like seeing or talking to them.
The others greeted the couple with seasoned bows, but Yuu was not one to linger unnecessarily, and as soon as he had been introduced to the Takashima clan members who would be staying with his betrothed, he took his leave. “I will see you tonight at the celebration dinner.” he assured Kouyou, who was just relieved to once again be around familiar faces. The blond said nothing to let the raven know he had heard, instead, focusing his gaze on Yuu's back as he turned around and walked away.
When the Shiroyama heir was no longer in sight, he was brought out of his daze rather suddenly when Hiyori waved a delicate, primped hand mere inches in front of his face to attract his attention. “What?” he muttered when he saw the exasperated look on his friend's face. Hiyori rolled his eyes in disbelief and shot a sharp glare to Mahiro, who snickered behind him.
“You were staring.” Mitsuki pointed out, arms folded across his broad chest. Kouyou narrowed his eyes even as a warm blush covered his cheeks. He scolded himself for letting his mind wander to places it should not have. It didn't help that the samurai, who was looking rather smug at the moment, had noticed his mistake as well.
“You need to pay attention, Kouyou.” Hiyori reprimanded softly. He pursed his lips in thought for a moment before he sighed, looking down at the ground with a troubled expression on his face. “I mean no disrespect, but this place gives off strange vibes.” As if to prove his point, he visibly shuddered, and Mahiro finally burst out in a fit of uncontrolled laughter, much to the blond servant's dismay.
“He's only saying that because the tailor took a special interest in him.” The samurai chuckled as he recalled the events from earlier in the day. A rather odd man had suddenly stopped them to marvel over the bright colour of Hiyori's elaborate kimono. Mahiro nearly cowered under the the intense look of outrage displayed on Hiyori's porcelain face. “Be quiet!” The blond hissed before he huffed, rolled his shoulders and straightened out his clothing.
Kouyou didn't say anything, finding it easier if he stayed out of it by simply keeping his silence. He agreed silently with one thing-this was place was definitely strange. He remembered, with some confusion, the vehement glares Yuu had received as they had walked through the compound together. It made him question a lot of things, but he was once again pulled from his thoughts as Hiyori started talking to him again.
“It has been requested that you stay in Shiroyama-sama's home.” The blond cautiously informed the heir, and Kouyou felt himself cringe; he had absolutely no urge to live with, or even near, the Shiroyama heir. “I don't want to.” he retorted stubbornly, knowing it would make no difference, but still wishing to voice his protests anyway. Hiyori seemed to ignore him and continued talking, telling the blond that only he would be permitted to enter Yuu's home, as the heir was very particular about protecting his privacy.
“So I'll be alone?” Kouyou asked softly, reaching out to take Hiyori's hand within his own, squeezing uncertainty. His friend squeezed back and gave him a nod and a small, encouraging smile. “It won't be so bad.” The servant promised, but the heir felt he had reason to doubt those words. Everything had turned bad; this was just something else that could go horribly wrong. A peculiar thought struck him suddenly, and he voiced it without thinking. “How will I get this damn dress on?” he questioned, watching in annoyance as Hiyori snorted and waved his worries away.
“You don't have to wear this all the time.” Hiyori reasoned, brushing some of his own blond tresses away from his heavily powdered face. “As Mahiro mentioned, we talked with the tailor earlier. He has accepted the responsibility of making your clothes and dressing you.” The blond explained, sending a hard glare to Mahiro when a small chuckle escaped him.
“Won't he find out that I'm a man?” Kouyou asked, inwardly cursing himself for a moment when his voice was louder than he intended for it to be, and the four of them stole a quick look around. The few people that were near enough to have heard seemed not to have noticed, and went on with their lives. Hiyori felt tempted to give the heir a harsh pinch for his mistake, but decided against it and answered his question.
“I think you know how, and are capable of putting on your fundoshi and kosode.” Hiyori replied dryly, watching in slight bemusement as Kouyou pouted and turned away in defeat. His eyes followed the path that Yuu had taken and he wondered suddenly what the other man could possibly be doing.
“What's Yuu-sama like?” Mahiro finally asked, and the three waited patiently for their charge to reply. Kouyou thought about it for a moment, trying to decide on the best way to describe the man he had only just met. A few choice words drifted through his mind, some that seemed inadequate or just outright rude, and the blond felt proud when he managed to refrain from spewing a few profanities.
“He's different than what I expected.” Kouyou admitted quietly. “I think... I think we'll be able to get along well enough.”
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It was late into the evening when Kouyou saw Yuu again. Darkness had settled over the village, and the night was comfortably warm. The blond was seated beside the heir at the dinner celebration held in honour of the recent engagement, but Kouyou couldn't help but feel disappointed when the raven haired man kept his distance, barely opening his mouth except to eat and drink. The talk that fluttered through the air around him was refined and polite, but the atmosphere seemed somber. He remembered with fondness the countless occasions for which his own clan had thrown celebrations, bursting with life and joy. This reminded him of the day his beloved sisters were buried, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart at the thought.
The food looked and smelled delicious, but was tasteless and dry on his tongue. His woeful eyes landed on the sake that had been poured for him, and while he had once desired to try the rice wine, he felt no eagerness as he reached for the sakazuki containing the transparent liquid. The blond didn't notice the expectant gaze Yuu gave him as he took a small sip from the ceramic saucer, his forehead crinkling at the unusual crisp taste that burned his mouth pleasantly. Kouyou could almost feel the tart alcohol swimming around his head, and he took a larger sip. He sighed softly when he felt the tension in his shoulders begin to dissipate and his body become more relaxed.
“I see you’re enjoying the sake.” Yuu commented dryly when a servant had to constantly refill the sakazuki from which the blond drank, before leaving to fetch another tokkuri. Kouyou was surprised for a moment, and turned his head sharply to find the raven haired man staring at him, a soft look on his face. He kissed the back of his teeth with his tongue before he shrugged slightly and picked up the saucer when the servant returned with a second bottle.
“It's my first time trying it.” Kouyou admitted quietly, and out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw Yuu's mother send them a look of approval when she noticed them conversing with each other.
“You'll be sick if you drink too much then.”
Kouyou brushed off the man's scolding with a disbelieving roll of his eyes before he lifted the sakazuki to his lips again. It didn't really matter to him if he became ill from drinking in excess. Across the room, he caught his mother's worried stare and he flashed her what he could of a reassuring smile. Chiyo merely frowned, eyebrows furrowing as her eyes darted between her son and the Shiroyama heir in obvious concern before she leaned over to whisper something into her husband's ear. The blond could feel his parents’ eyes on him before he realized that Yuu was talking to him again.
“How old are you, exactly? Sorry if that seems rude, but I'd like to know.”
The Takashima heir thought about it for a moment, before he decided that it probably wouldn't hurt to tell him the truth. Besides, at least his betrothed was talking to him now instead of pretending he was nothing but thin air. It felt nice to be noticed, even if it was by someone he didn't really like. “Eight and ten years.” he replied, staring at Yuu expectantly, wanting to know his age in return.
Yuu gave him a blithe smile, as if knowing what he wanted, and turned back to his meal. Kouyou narrowed his eyes and let out a small, irritated snort before he took another sip of his sake, wisely refusing when the servant offered to retrieve a third bottle. He stared down at his hands that rested in his lap for a split second in contemplation before releasing a deep breath and finishing the rest of his meal. The conversation that he had started with Yuu seemed to end as quickly as it began. He found that was somewhat grateful yet resentful at the same time. He blamed his conflicting emotions and clouded mind on the alcohol.
“One and thirty years.”
“What?”
“You wanted to know, didn't you?”
Kouyou blinked for a moment, before the words and age really set in. The blond tried his best not to let his mouth fall open in surprise because it would be the epitome of rudeness, but he ended up gaping at Yuu anyway while he stared at the considerably older man with wide eyes. The man in question calmly took a sip of his own sake, all while sending him an impudent smirk. The blond blinked once more in disbelief.
“You're an old man!” he blurted out, hearing Yuu chuckle in reply.
“And you are just a kid.”
The blond scrunched up his nose and resisted the urge to stick his tongue out, because it would only confirm the older man's statement. Instead, he felt his mouth curving into the barest of smiles, and an indescribable feeling of fondness for the other man wash over him. The blond was suddenly very aware of the feeling of a pair of eyes on him, and, looking away from Yuu, he noticed that one of the Shiroyama clan elders was sending a malicious glare his way. He stared back for a moment in defiance before he broke eye contact and and picked up the sakazuki containing the last of his sake.
Now, he decided with a frown, it would probably be wise to stay quiet. Those elders were looking at him suspiciously and he was starting to feel nervous again. The blond remembered what Yuu had said about his deep voice, and while he had passed off as a woman until now, it would be wiser to to keep to himself and avoid talking as much as he could to avoid exposure.
“Kouyou-san? May I have your attention?” Kouyou was startled out of his thoughts, lifting his head he realized that Masaru was talking to him. He regarded Yuu's father with caution before he nodded, wondering what the elderly man wanted. The blond noticed his parents’ sudden interest when his name was mentioned and it soon seemed as though the entire celebration party was staring directly at him expectantly. He gulped nervously and licked his lips in apprehension.
“I would like to personally welcome you into our family. My son is almost undeserving of such a beautiful young lady.” The man smiled kindly and although no one said a word, the room seemed to laugh in agreement. Next to Kouyou, Yuu snorted his indifference to the entire affair. Despite the attitude of his betrothed, the blond found himself returning the smile, noticing the the older man's laugh lines and pleasant aura. He nodded politely to show he was listening and rose the sakazuki back to his pink lips.
“We hope your union is a happy one, and that you will bear healthy sons.”
Kouyou was shocked to suddenly find air shooting down his throat, accompanied by the warm sake. He began to choke uncontrollably, the saucer dropping down onto the table in front of him with a loud clatter. He heard some gasps, before he felt the soothing motion of someone rubbing and patting him on his back. It was Hiyori, who was looking almost as outraged as he felt. Beside him, he could feel Yuu tense up and wasn't sure what to think of the reaction but found himself calmed by the words he spoke next.
“That is a personal matter between the two of us.” Yuu stated firmly, cheek jumping in annoyance as he stared his father down. “It is none of your concern.” he practically snarled, and the entire room went quiet as a red-faced Kouyou finally calmed himself and took deep, measured breaths. For a moment it seemed as if his betrothed was about to get up and leave the room in response to the tasteless comment. Instead, his face returned to a remarkably calm state, despite his earlier outburst.
From where he was seated near Masaru, Yasu let out an incredulous scoff. The Shiroyama clan elder could feel countless pairs of expectant eyes drawn to him as the entire room watched the exchange. They waited in silence for him to speak as Yuu's onyx orbs narrowed into irritated slits. He was the first to speak.
“Is there something you would like to say, Yasu-san?”
Yasu returned the angry glare. Of course he had noticed the forced honorific at the end of his name, but he found he couldn't care less. Yuu's extreme dislike for him was mutual; he had a feeling it always would be, especially if the raven continued to act like an irresponsible child, insisting upon tarnishing the family name with his actions.
“Well?” Yuu prodded, intentionally ignoring the scandalised look on his mother's pretty face as she gaped at him for his boldness. He knew he would be reprimanded later for speaking so rudely to a clan elder, but he had satisfied the demands of the elders enough for one day. Masaru was strangely quiet, which he was thankful for, but the samurai could tell his father was paying very close attention to what was being said.
Clearing his throat, Yasu levelled the heir with a deadly look. “You need to know your place.” he reprimanded coldly. Yuu wavered for a moment under his intense glare, but he was quick to retort and rose abruptly, fist clenched by his sides.
“Don't make me laugh.” he spat out, venom dripping from each word.
“This isn't a laughing matter, boy.” Yasu fired back. “You're the youngest in this family; the only one eligible to look after this clan. Your sister is damned and barren, so the responsibility of carrying on the line falls to you.” The old man's face became hard with each word he spoke, his beady eyes glinting dangerously in the oil light. “Yet you insist upon throwing your responsibilities away and spitting on this clan's name.”
Yuu looked stubborn and thoughtful, Kouyou noticed as he sent the heir a worried look. He couldn't believe the elderly man had singled him out like this, in front of so many guests. Yasu made it sound like he had handed Yuu the world on a gold platter and expected him to just take it, no questions asked. Kouyou had just started to feast upon that platter, and he had to admit it wasn't what he had expected. The food was foul.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Yuu's sister trying to hold in her tears. She was putting up a brave front amidst the family drama, he noticed, feeling a small amount of respect for her quiet strength. Kouyou turned his attention back to the raven and realized his face had become engulfed with the most grim expression he had ever seen. He and the rest of the room held their breath as the heir parted his lips to speak.
“I am going to make this very clear to all of you.” Yuu spoke, and the blond was alarmed at the authority in his voice. “This marriage was arranged to protect the village. Nothing more, nothing less. I refuse to bring a child into this world under those conditions.”
With those words said, Yuu promptly sat back down and reached for his sakazuki that held the sake he greatly desired. The elder fell into silence as the room started to buzz and hum with conversation once again, no doubt at Yuu's announcement. Kouyou was stunned for a moment, before relief flooded him.
“I didn't mean to offend you in any way, Kouyou-san.” Masaru apologized suddenly, and Kouyou could only blush before stumbling over his words at the sincerity in the other man's eyes. The blond knew Masaru hadn't intended to make such a fuss about it and was merely giving them his best wishes.
“It's fine.” he assured, auburn eyes darting to Yuu who was drinking his sake with a frown etched deep on his face. His gaze quickly returned to Masaru. “I'm afraid I have to agree with your son, though. I'm sorry.” he apologized earnestly, feeling slightly guilty even though there was truly nothing he could do about the situation.
Masaru nodded solemnly and remorse flooded his features before he turned to listen to something his wife was saying, the expression on her face clearly telling the blond that she was none too pleased about the decision. Kouyou didn't let it bother him too much, even as the woman sent him nasty glares while she spoke in a hushed whisper to the clan head.
The festive evening progressed and soon, the dinner trays were cleared, only for something greater to come.
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Comments: I hate splitting chapters... :l
Chapters: 3 (Part A)/?
Author: veroxion
Beta: sciencesaves
Genre: Romance/Angst/Historical
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex, Age Difference, Cross Dressing, Mention of Prostitution, Character Death, Use of Real Names + OC's
Bands: the GazettE, Kiryu + more
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Aoi/Kai + more
Synopsis: "The villagers are worried that both clans will go to war with each other. We can't allow that to happen. The Shiroyama clan have promised to agree to an alliance, under one condition. We have to provide them with a bride."
Comments: This entire chapter is dedicated to venomousliberty. ♥ I had to split this chapter because Livejournal sucks ass with the posting limit, so there are two parts. (^^)
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One shuffling foot in front of the other, Kouyou focused all of his energy on not making a complete fool out of himself by tripping again, rather than on attempting to make polite conversation with the stoic man next to him. The blond knew that his parents must surely be expecting him to act cordially, but the heir simply could not bring himself to say even one word. In all fairness, Yuu hadn’t spoken to him either, and be damned if he had to be the first to break the silence.
As Yuu led him, seemingly aimlessly, through the Shiroyama compound, Kouyou took it upon himself to look around curiously. It irked him to see houses and buildings that weren't familiar, and for which no explanations were being provided by his rather cheerless companion. In examining the compound, Kouyou found it odd that even though there were many people bustling about, numerous clan members passing by, none of them stopped to greet his betrothed. The blond shivered when he realized that Yuu was actually being glared at by the few clan members who bothered looking his way. He didn’t know why, and while the sudden curiosity nearly moved him to break the uncomfortable silence in order to ask, he decided it would be best not to pry, and continued to walk in silence.
Keeping quiet was a task in and of itself. The silence and lack of communication were simply killing Kouyou. The blond decided to sneak a quick, sideways glance at Yuu, and pouted childishly at the bored, completely uninterested look on his face as he walked.
The day was a typical summer day, hot and unbearably humid. The sun beat down mercilessly on Kouyou's slick face, already plastered with greasy sweat; the juunihitoe only served to add to the sweltering heat. The blond wondered despondently how much longer he would have to put up with this deceitful façade, for with every step he had taken, he felt fatigue settling deeper into his body.
“Kouyou-san?” The heir startled when he heard his name pierce through the silence, turning to face Yuu and only then realizing that the other man had stopped walking, staring at him intently as if expecting something. The expression on his face made the blond squirm uncomfortably. “Maybe you would prefer Takashima-san instead?”
Clearing his throat, it took Kouyou a moment to process the question, hands scrambling for the fan that was neatly folded and tucked into the sash at his waist. “Just Kouyou is fine.” he replied hastily, starting to fan himself as slowly as possible, despite wanting badly to rid himself of the oppressive heat. Hiyori's warning fluttered through his mind, and now that he was here, actually pretending to be a woman, he became much more cautious and aware of his own movements, fanning himself with as much grace as he could muster in the heat.
Another silence filled the air around them, and Kouyou raised his head slowly, only to realize that Yuu was gawking at him, mouth open in surprise. Panicking for a moment, the blond thought he may have done something grievously wrong. He even halted his attempt to cool himself down in fear that he wasn’t being as graceful as he had hoped.
“Your voice is really deep.” Yuu blurted out without thinking. He had clearly not expected such a delicate-looking woman to have such a strong sound erupt from her. The heir watched Kouyou's stunning auburn eyes widen at his comment, before becoming acutely aware of what had been said. Realizing what he done, most likely offending his new bride, he quickly bowed low in apology.
“Excuse me, that was incredibly rude. I was simply making an observation. Please don't take offence.”
Kouyou slowly blinked once, before narrowing his eyes into a sharp glare. Not only had this man laughed at him, embarrassed him, but now he was making unnecessary and unwanted comments about the way he sounded. Normally, the blond wouldn't have been at all offended if someone had mentioned the timbre of his voice, but he begrudgingly remembered that he ought to respond as a woman would-and Kouyou was sure a woman would take that “observation” as an insult. Muttering under his breath, Kouyou began to fan himself again, jumpy nerves now settled, but trying to persuasively feign anger.
“I suppose I could forgive you for that thoughtless comment.” he replied peevishly, trying his hardest to mimic the haughty way his sister had tended to accept his own apologies when he had done something to upset her.
Yuu chuckled in reply, which caused the blond to still his movements for a moment, surprised at the warmth of his laughter, before collecting his thoughts and deciding to start walking again-only to trip on the front of the juunihitoe, to his utter dismay. Gasping and feeling his heart jump to his throat, it took Kouyou a only moment to realize that he hadn't made impact with the floor, and instead was being held securely in a pair of strong arms. His mind racing, his body stiffened as he felt Yuu's hot breath at the nape of his neck.
“Oh,” The samurai whispered, dark eyes wide in bewilderment as he held the blond tightly, one hand wrapped securely around her waist, thick with the layers of silk-the other hand gripping Kouyou's wrist. The flesh felt smooth and delicate beneath his calloused fingers. “You're soft.” he muttered in astonishment, stroking the skin absently before he realized exactly what he was doing. Unfortunately, Kouyou also made the same realization, and much to Yuu’s chagrin, the blond released a rather horrific, high-pitched, girlish squeal.
Pushing Yuu away, the heir felt himself sneer spitefully as he watched the older man stumble before regaining his balance. He looked annoyed, eyes flashing and face flushed, but Kouyou felt anything but sympathetic and he was not about to apologize for his behaviour. “You pervert!” he hissed out instead, pointing an accusing finger at the heir, who responded by simply raising an eyebrow, as if he found the entire situation terribly amusing.
“Don't touch me.” Kouyou snapped out, still remembering the breath that fanned his neck, the peculiar scent that invaded his senses when Yuu had been so close to him-and that touch, that caring touch that had made the blond's nerves start in a frenzy. No one had ever treated him like that before. It only made him angrier to think that the only reason he had been held like that, touched like that, was because Yuu thought he was a woman, a delicate thing to be protected and treated with care.
“You should be more careful.” Yuu commented offhandedly, completely ignoring the blond's enraged comments as he stared ahead, tugging his clothing back into place. He had other things to do, and this girl was wasting precious time that could be spent doing more interesting things.
“It wasn't my fault!” The blond shouted defensively, startling Yuu, who turned to face Kouyou, surprise written on his features. The blond was pouting like a small child would, bottom lip thrust out, eyebrows furrowed together, staring down at the ground in distress. “It's this damn devil dress,” Kouyou whined childishly, just wishing to be rid of the thing already. He wanted to relax in the cool cotton of his yukata, instead of being bathed in the sweltering heat of the juunihitoe. He wanted to be away from Yuu, who had already carelessly embarrassed him twice, and to be on his own somewhere far away from here.
Yuu burst out laughing, and once again, Kouyou found himself falling silent at the sound, almost mesmerized. It was the second time he had heard the heir laugh openly, and he grudgingly admitted that was a rather a nice sound, despite his distaste towards the man. Kouyou felt his temper gradually diffusing. He simply could not feel upset or annoyed when the raven haired man was laughing, his expression pleasant.
“I have never heard of a woman scorning her clothes before.” Yuu chuckled, sending the blond a small look of tenderness. Kouyou bit his lip in order to stop the response that would reveal exactly why it was he scorned his clothes from escaping. He instead decided on another retort, one that wouldn't reveal his gender and expose him completely. “You would as well, if you were forced to wear such extravagant clothing in this heat.” he muttered, his reply making the other heir nod his head slowly in agreement, before silence erupted between the two again.
Yuu let out a sigh as he continued his aimless stroll through the compound, not really leading Kouyou anywhere. His mother had asked him to show Kouyou around, but the blond didn't really seem at all eager to learn about her new home, so he hadn't bothered to really show the woman anything interesting.
“I think you should rest,” he finally suggested, remembering how vehemently she had complained about the heat. It must have been getting to her, he thought, because she seemed to snap at everything he did. “I have matters I need to attend to, anyway.” he added as an afterthought, remembering Yutaka back at home, waiting for him. He smiled at the thought, but quickly shook it away before Kouyou noticed it. He didn't want her to start prying into his private life, even if she was a part of it now.
“That's fine.” Kouyou replied indifferently. Yuu made no attempt at further conversation as they walked at an easy pace back to where the Takashima clan was waiting patiently for them. The blond was relieved to spot Hiyori in the distance-speaking to Mahiro and Mitsuki. His parents were nowhere in sight, but the pang of anger he felt deep in his stomach at the thought of them told him it was of no consequence; he didn't feel like seeing or talking to them.
The others greeted the couple with seasoned bows, but Yuu was not one to linger unnecessarily, and as soon as he had been introduced to the Takashima clan members who would be staying with his betrothed, he took his leave. “I will see you tonight at the celebration dinner.” he assured Kouyou, who was just relieved to once again be around familiar faces. The blond said nothing to let the raven know he had heard, instead, focusing his gaze on Yuu's back as he turned around and walked away.
When the Shiroyama heir was no longer in sight, he was brought out of his daze rather suddenly when Hiyori waved a delicate, primped hand mere inches in front of his face to attract his attention. “What?” he muttered when he saw the exasperated look on his friend's face. Hiyori rolled his eyes in disbelief and shot a sharp glare to Mahiro, who snickered behind him.
“You were staring.” Mitsuki pointed out, arms folded across his broad chest. Kouyou narrowed his eyes even as a warm blush covered his cheeks. He scolded himself for letting his mind wander to places it should not have. It didn't help that the samurai, who was looking rather smug at the moment, had noticed his mistake as well.
“You need to pay attention, Kouyou.” Hiyori reprimanded softly. He pursed his lips in thought for a moment before he sighed, looking down at the ground with a troubled expression on his face. “I mean no disrespect, but this place gives off strange vibes.” As if to prove his point, he visibly shuddered, and Mahiro finally burst out in a fit of uncontrolled laughter, much to the blond servant's dismay.
“He's only saying that because the tailor took a special interest in him.” The samurai chuckled as he recalled the events from earlier in the day. A rather odd man had suddenly stopped them to marvel over the bright colour of Hiyori's elaborate kimono. Mahiro nearly cowered under the the intense look of outrage displayed on Hiyori's porcelain face. “Be quiet!” The blond hissed before he huffed, rolled his shoulders and straightened out his clothing.
Kouyou didn't say anything, finding it easier if he stayed out of it by simply keeping his silence. He agreed silently with one thing-this was place was definitely strange. He remembered, with some confusion, the vehement glares Yuu had received as they had walked through the compound together. It made him question a lot of things, but he was once again pulled from his thoughts as Hiyori started talking to him again.
“It has been requested that you stay in Shiroyama-sama's home.” The blond cautiously informed the heir, and Kouyou felt himself cringe; he had absolutely no urge to live with, or even near, the Shiroyama heir. “I don't want to.” he retorted stubbornly, knowing it would make no difference, but still wishing to voice his protests anyway. Hiyori seemed to ignore him and continued talking, telling the blond that only he would be permitted to enter Yuu's home, as the heir was very particular about protecting his privacy.
“So I'll be alone?” Kouyou asked softly, reaching out to take Hiyori's hand within his own, squeezing uncertainty. His friend squeezed back and gave him a nod and a small, encouraging smile. “It won't be so bad.” The servant promised, but the heir felt he had reason to doubt those words. Everything had turned bad; this was just something else that could go horribly wrong. A peculiar thought struck him suddenly, and he voiced it without thinking. “How will I get this damn dress on?” he questioned, watching in annoyance as Hiyori snorted and waved his worries away.
“You don't have to wear this all the time.” Hiyori reasoned, brushing some of his own blond tresses away from his heavily powdered face. “As Mahiro mentioned, we talked with the tailor earlier. He has accepted the responsibility of making your clothes and dressing you.” The blond explained, sending a hard glare to Mahiro when a small chuckle escaped him.
“Won't he find out that I'm a man?” Kouyou asked, inwardly cursing himself for a moment when his voice was louder than he intended for it to be, and the four of them stole a quick look around. The few people that were near enough to have heard seemed not to have noticed, and went on with their lives. Hiyori felt tempted to give the heir a harsh pinch for his mistake, but decided against it and answered his question.
“I think you know how, and are capable of putting on your fundoshi and kosode.” Hiyori replied dryly, watching in slight bemusement as Kouyou pouted and turned away in defeat. His eyes followed the path that Yuu had taken and he wondered suddenly what the other man could possibly be doing.
“What's Yuu-sama like?” Mahiro finally asked, and the three waited patiently for their charge to reply. Kouyou thought about it for a moment, trying to decide on the best way to describe the man he had only just met. A few choice words drifted through his mind, some that seemed inadequate or just outright rude, and the blond felt proud when he managed to refrain from spewing a few profanities.
“He's different than what I expected.” Kouyou admitted quietly. “I think... I think we'll be able to get along well enough.”
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It was late into the evening when Kouyou saw Yuu again. Darkness had settled over the village, and the night was comfortably warm. The blond was seated beside the heir at the dinner celebration held in honour of the recent engagement, but Kouyou couldn't help but feel disappointed when the raven haired man kept his distance, barely opening his mouth except to eat and drink. The talk that fluttered through the air around him was refined and polite, but the atmosphere seemed somber. He remembered with fondness the countless occasions for which his own clan had thrown celebrations, bursting with life and joy. This reminded him of the day his beloved sisters were buried, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart at the thought.
The food looked and smelled delicious, but was tasteless and dry on his tongue. His woeful eyes landed on the sake that had been poured for him, and while he had once desired to try the rice wine, he felt no eagerness as he reached for the sakazuki containing the transparent liquid. The blond didn't notice the expectant gaze Yuu gave him as he took a small sip from the ceramic saucer, his forehead crinkling at the unusual crisp taste that burned his mouth pleasantly. Kouyou could almost feel the tart alcohol swimming around his head, and he took a larger sip. He sighed softly when he felt the tension in his shoulders begin to dissipate and his body become more relaxed.
“I see you’re enjoying the sake.” Yuu commented dryly when a servant had to constantly refill the sakazuki from which the blond drank, before leaving to fetch another tokkuri. Kouyou was surprised for a moment, and turned his head sharply to find the raven haired man staring at him, a soft look on his face. He kissed the back of his teeth with his tongue before he shrugged slightly and picked up the saucer when the servant returned with a second bottle.
“It's my first time trying it.” Kouyou admitted quietly, and out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw Yuu's mother send them a look of approval when she noticed them conversing with each other.
“You'll be sick if you drink too much then.”
Kouyou brushed off the man's scolding with a disbelieving roll of his eyes before he lifted the sakazuki to his lips again. It didn't really matter to him if he became ill from drinking in excess. Across the room, he caught his mother's worried stare and he flashed her what he could of a reassuring smile. Chiyo merely frowned, eyebrows furrowing as her eyes darted between her son and the Shiroyama heir in obvious concern before she leaned over to whisper something into her husband's ear. The blond could feel his parents’ eyes on him before he realized that Yuu was talking to him again.
“How old are you, exactly? Sorry if that seems rude, but I'd like to know.”
The Takashima heir thought about it for a moment, before he decided that it probably wouldn't hurt to tell him the truth. Besides, at least his betrothed was talking to him now instead of pretending he was nothing but thin air. It felt nice to be noticed, even if it was by someone he didn't really like. “Eight and ten years.” he replied, staring at Yuu expectantly, wanting to know his age in return.
Yuu gave him a blithe smile, as if knowing what he wanted, and turned back to his meal. Kouyou narrowed his eyes and let out a small, irritated snort before he took another sip of his sake, wisely refusing when the servant offered to retrieve a third bottle. He stared down at his hands that rested in his lap for a split second in contemplation before releasing a deep breath and finishing the rest of his meal. The conversation that he had started with Yuu seemed to end as quickly as it began. He found that was somewhat grateful yet resentful at the same time. He blamed his conflicting emotions and clouded mind on the alcohol.
“One and thirty years.”
“What?”
“You wanted to know, didn't you?”
Kouyou blinked for a moment, before the words and age really set in. The blond tried his best not to let his mouth fall open in surprise because it would be the epitome of rudeness, but he ended up gaping at Yuu anyway while he stared at the considerably older man with wide eyes. The man in question calmly took a sip of his own sake, all while sending him an impudent smirk. The blond blinked once more in disbelief.
“You're an old man!” he blurted out, hearing Yuu chuckle in reply.
“And you are just a kid.”
The blond scrunched up his nose and resisted the urge to stick his tongue out, because it would only confirm the older man's statement. Instead, he felt his mouth curving into the barest of smiles, and an indescribable feeling of fondness for the other man wash over him. The blond was suddenly very aware of the feeling of a pair of eyes on him, and, looking away from Yuu, he noticed that one of the Shiroyama clan elders was sending a malicious glare his way. He stared back for a moment in defiance before he broke eye contact and and picked up the sakazuki containing the last of his sake.
Now, he decided with a frown, it would probably be wise to stay quiet. Those elders were looking at him suspiciously and he was starting to feel nervous again. The blond remembered what Yuu had said about his deep voice, and while he had passed off as a woman until now, it would be wiser to to keep to himself and avoid talking as much as he could to avoid exposure.
“Kouyou-san? May I have your attention?” Kouyou was startled out of his thoughts, lifting his head he realized that Masaru was talking to him. He regarded Yuu's father with caution before he nodded, wondering what the elderly man wanted. The blond noticed his parents’ sudden interest when his name was mentioned and it soon seemed as though the entire celebration party was staring directly at him expectantly. He gulped nervously and licked his lips in apprehension.
“I would like to personally welcome you into our family. My son is almost undeserving of such a beautiful young lady.” The man smiled kindly and although no one said a word, the room seemed to laugh in agreement. Next to Kouyou, Yuu snorted his indifference to the entire affair. Despite the attitude of his betrothed, the blond found himself returning the smile, noticing the the older man's laugh lines and pleasant aura. He nodded politely to show he was listening and rose the sakazuki back to his pink lips.
“We hope your union is a happy one, and that you will bear healthy sons.”
Kouyou was shocked to suddenly find air shooting down his throat, accompanied by the warm sake. He began to choke uncontrollably, the saucer dropping down onto the table in front of him with a loud clatter. He heard some gasps, before he felt the soothing motion of someone rubbing and patting him on his back. It was Hiyori, who was looking almost as outraged as he felt. Beside him, he could feel Yuu tense up and wasn't sure what to think of the reaction but found himself calmed by the words he spoke next.
“That is a personal matter between the two of us.” Yuu stated firmly, cheek jumping in annoyance as he stared his father down. “It is none of your concern.” he practically snarled, and the entire room went quiet as a red-faced Kouyou finally calmed himself and took deep, measured breaths. For a moment it seemed as if his betrothed was about to get up and leave the room in response to the tasteless comment. Instead, his face returned to a remarkably calm state, despite his earlier outburst.
From where he was seated near Masaru, Yasu let out an incredulous scoff. The Shiroyama clan elder could feel countless pairs of expectant eyes drawn to him as the entire room watched the exchange. They waited in silence for him to speak as Yuu's onyx orbs narrowed into irritated slits. He was the first to speak.
“Is there something you would like to say, Yasu-san?”
Yasu returned the angry glare. Of course he had noticed the forced honorific at the end of his name, but he found he couldn't care less. Yuu's extreme dislike for him was mutual; he had a feeling it always would be, especially if the raven continued to act like an irresponsible child, insisting upon tarnishing the family name with his actions.
“Well?” Yuu prodded, intentionally ignoring the scandalised look on his mother's pretty face as she gaped at him for his boldness. He knew he would be reprimanded later for speaking so rudely to a clan elder, but he had satisfied the demands of the elders enough for one day. Masaru was strangely quiet, which he was thankful for, but the samurai could tell his father was paying very close attention to what was being said.
Clearing his throat, Yasu levelled the heir with a deadly look. “You need to know your place.” he reprimanded coldly. Yuu wavered for a moment under his intense glare, but he was quick to retort and rose abruptly, fist clenched by his sides.
“Don't make me laugh.” he spat out, venom dripping from each word.
“This isn't a laughing matter, boy.” Yasu fired back. “You're the youngest in this family; the only one eligible to look after this clan. Your sister is damned and barren, so the responsibility of carrying on the line falls to you.” The old man's face became hard with each word he spoke, his beady eyes glinting dangerously in the oil light. “Yet you insist upon throwing your responsibilities away and spitting on this clan's name.”
Yuu looked stubborn and thoughtful, Kouyou noticed as he sent the heir a worried look. He couldn't believe the elderly man had singled him out like this, in front of so many guests. Yasu made it sound like he had handed Yuu the world on a gold platter and expected him to just take it, no questions asked. Kouyou had just started to feast upon that platter, and he had to admit it wasn't what he had expected. The food was foul.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Yuu's sister trying to hold in her tears. She was putting up a brave front amidst the family drama, he noticed, feeling a small amount of respect for her quiet strength. Kouyou turned his attention back to the raven and realized his face had become engulfed with the most grim expression he had ever seen. He and the rest of the room held their breath as the heir parted his lips to speak.
“I am going to make this very clear to all of you.” Yuu spoke, and the blond was alarmed at the authority in his voice. “This marriage was arranged to protect the village. Nothing more, nothing less. I refuse to bring a child into this world under those conditions.”
With those words said, Yuu promptly sat back down and reached for his sakazuki that held the sake he greatly desired. The elder fell into silence as the room started to buzz and hum with conversation once again, no doubt at Yuu's announcement. Kouyou was stunned for a moment, before relief flooded him.
“I didn't mean to offend you in any way, Kouyou-san.” Masaru apologized suddenly, and Kouyou could only blush before stumbling over his words at the sincerity in the other man's eyes. The blond knew Masaru hadn't intended to make such a fuss about it and was merely giving them his best wishes.
“It's fine.” he assured, auburn eyes darting to Yuu who was drinking his sake with a frown etched deep on his face. His gaze quickly returned to Masaru. “I'm afraid I have to agree with your son, though. I'm sorry.” he apologized earnestly, feeling slightly guilty even though there was truly nothing he could do about the situation.
Masaru nodded solemnly and remorse flooded his features before he turned to listen to something his wife was saying, the expression on her face clearly telling the blond that she was none too pleased about the decision. Kouyou didn't let it bother him too much, even as the woman sent him nasty glares while she spoke in a hushed whisper to the clan head.
The festive evening progressed and soon, the dinner trays were cleared, only for something greater to come.
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Comments: I hate splitting chapters... :l