Author's Note: Holy…Thank you all so much for supporting this fic, everyone! :O I am astounded by all the kind reviews, by the numerous (and equally wonderful) follows and favorites. You guys really inspire me :D I hope you all have fun with this chapter…

It's really…crack-y? XD Just warning you ahead of time. Also, I have no idea how weddings actually work, so I did my best to try and infer from what I "know" and what I imagine it to be like…

Well, enjoy~!

The Only One for Me


Chapter 2 – In which the marriage takes place


"Tsukina, darling, what did you do to your face? J-just look at these horrible dark bags under your eyes, honey pie! Oh dear, oh dear…"

Inside the massive room where the bride was supposed to be getting ready, there was a whirlwind of action, men and women alike shuffling back and forth, shouting out one thing or another on their Bluetooth headsets and tapping away furiously on their Blackberries or smartphones or whatever other devices people used to communicate. So many people, so many sounds.

Kuroko fought the urge to sigh. His head ached from the lack of sleep and people were just so loud. Every sound caused his head to thump like there was a bass drum up in his brain, Energizer bunny style. His eyelids seemed to weigh a ton each, yet he wasn't feeling tired in the slightest. In fact, he was wide awake. Well, mentally anyway. Physically, his body just about screamed for rest.

"I don't know how I'll be able to hide those," the legendary makeup artist muttered, grabbing one beauty product after another and smearing things on his face. "At least your skin is clean, which is good. And your wide blue eyes make my life so much easier. But you still look like a raccoon! Couldn't you have tried to get a good night's rest the day before your own wedding, sugar?"

He said nothing, merely yawning as politely as he could.

"Ah, well, I suppose you were probably nervous, right? After all, you're getting married to Kise Ryouta of all people. You really must have some luck, snaring the most eligible and well-qualified bachelor around…"

At that, Kuroko froze. He really didn't want to think about it, especially considering that Kise – assuming he was like any other healthy, young male – would probably want to do things to his bride that normal newlywed grooms wanted to do. Except for the fact that Kuroko was hardly qualified to be a bride. It would be so incredibly awkward if Kise were to find out that his wife wasn't really a wife but…

Would one call Kuroko a husband because he was a guy? Or would he still be the wife?

In any case, he was still in way over his head. But it was too late to back out now. Besides, Kise seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe if Kuroko were to explain the situation…

Yeah, no. That could never work, but just how long could a deception like this last? They had promised to stay faithful and non-violent towards each other no matter the situation. Maybe that would no longer apply if Kise were to find out he'd been tricked this way.

And somehow the thought of Kise hating him forever was a little painful. Well, in his defense, he didn't want anyone to hate him, but…

"The wedding begins in less than 15 minutes now," a person popped by, warning all those who were frantically working, though for what Kuroko still didn't really know.

"We need to get her dress on," the stylist demanded, jabbing the makeup artist in the shoulder with a long, bony finger. "Hurry up with the makeup."

"You have no idea how hard it is to be me right now!"

Was this how all weddings went? He could have sworn weddings only turned out this way in dramas and, well, in anything but reality. Then again, two major companies merging through a marriage would probably make it on the news headlines. Not to mention most people wanted Tsukina as their daughter-in-law, since she was known to have a good reputation with her bright personality and cheerful attitude. On top of that, she was also smart.

Whereas he...

So much mystery apparently surrounded him, whether or not he was a girl or a boy, whether he could talk – which he couldn't really, not well anyway – that most people didn't really consider him a legible match for marriage. Only those truly desperate for the bloodline and company ties would even bother with him. And he was fine with that.

He just hoped that reporters wouldn't be allowed access. This was why it was so much better that Akashi was the heir to the company. The redheaded, calm, and sharply intelligent male handled the media extremely well, knowing exactly what to say or do in front of the camera. It was like he had them all wrapped around his little finger. Kuroko on the other hand…

"Fine, fine. Just take her and put the dress on!" the makeup artist gave up, relinquishing her hold on him and all but shoving him to a person who whisked him away.

Wait, holy shit! A dress?! Well, I knew that I'd have to wear one, but…

"W-wait," he said softly, his voice not betraying the panic he was feeling inwardly. His words came out more slowly than usual and he found himself getting frustrated at his inability to express himself. "You're…not changing me…right? I…change by myself…?"

"But of course we are," the stylist said, sounding both exasperated and curious, as if he asked a bizarre question. Kuroko avoided her gaze. He couldn't help that he acted nothing like Tsukina, who already knew the stylist like a friend and vice versa. "We have to make adjustments to make sure you're still the same size you were several months ago when you ordered. I specifically told you to stay on a diet according to my health plan. You did follow it, right? Besides, a wedding dress isn't something you can try put on your own."

He nodded reluctantly, chewing on his lip and tasting something fruity mixing with the metallic tang of blood from biting so hard. There was no way he could hide any of his privates below, though everything was strapped down flat. Plus, he was wearing a small, extremely padded bra to maintain the façade that he had breasts but it would be very obvious he had the pectoral muscles of a male, thin as he was. Underneath his carefully chosen clothes, he was clearly guy. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

She brought him over to a platform where he was unceremoniously hoisted on top of it.

"Now, sweetheart, take all your clothes off."

Where the hell was Tsukina? He looked around with a bit of panic. She had to show up. If she didn't, he wouldn't be able to change and things would turn into an absolute mess. He coughed delicately as if he were having a fit, trying to waste time. The stylist tapped her toes against the ground rapidly, impatiently staring at him.

Two days ago, after Kise had dropped him off at their house, Tsukina had been nowhere in sight. Only a single note that read I'll be there for the wedding! gave the slightest indication that she would even come in the first place. What she was doing, pretending like she was Kuroko Tetsuya and going around as a guy, he had no idea. But they would both be screwed if she didn't come.

His parents hadn't let him go to school for the last couple of days, saying he needed to get ready for the wedding and "look his best". He hadn't seen Kise since then, but he supposed that made sense, and it was for the better anyway.

He could only be thankful that family and friends had to wait out at the hall and couldn't see him like this.

Just then, the curtain surrounding the platform closed shut and he found himself face to face with his twin, who clutched the two sides of the curtains shut together. She was still dressed casually, with a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt that was slightly too large.

"What's going on?" the stylist shrieked, trying to pry the curtains apart.

"Sorry I took so long, Kuroko~!" Tsukina whispered brightly. "I had to take care of some stuff at for medical school. I sent in my registration in as 'Kuroko Tsukina' but the university that I'm going to is really isolated so no one will notice there's two of us in this country. Besides, I'm going to study abroad too as soon as I can. Of course, I can keep acting like you and have everyone call me Kuroko and just have my official documents and diplomas with my real name on it. I've also talked things out with our parents and they seem to believe that you're just going off to grad school and that I'm getting married. So don't worry about anything. Big Sis has everything figured out. All you have to do now is be patient and stick with the guy for the next couple of years. Anyway, just grab the dress. Feet first~!"

Remaining silent yet overwhelmed at her long explanation, Kuroko stripped out of his clothes (actually, they were her clothes) and concentrated on taking the sleek white dress off the mannequin carefully. Luckily, it wasn't too tight fitting though it was clearly meant for a slim person, namely Tsukina. A flowery design covered the majority of the chest, so when he managed to shimmy into the dress, it wasn't overly apparent that he had next to no assets.

Should he be disturbed that the dress fit so well? It was like he really had turned into a girl…

He stared at the mirror, unable to believe his eyes.

"Ah!" Tsukina cried out softly, interrupting his thoughts, as she was flung to the ground, the stylist having managed to yank open the curtains. She rubbed at her butt and Kuroko winced.

"What is going on here...Oh my gosh, the dress fits perfectly!" the stylist said happily. "I'm so proud of you!"

An awkward silence settled over the three of them and she finally seemed to realize that there were two of the twins there and that one of them was on the ground. Her eyes widened in horror.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the stylist pleaded, helping Tsukina up. "Were you holding it closed? I totally did not know that, I am SO sorry!"

"It's…fine…" Tsukina said slowly in a slightly lower tone of voice. Kuroko found himself once again admiring his twin sister's ability to imitate him.

The coordinators were allowed to talk to them informally because they were the same ones that were usually hired by and for their parents and Akashi, but they would normally be fired for doing something like that to a Kuroko, especially one of the twins, who were next in line to inherit Seirin. Families for such important groups were usually large, and Kuroko's was no exception. There were many on the waitlist to rule over the large company and if a stylist managed to harm those potential heirs, it was guaranteed they would probably never have a job again.

"Time to go, go, go!" another person popped by, shouting loudly and breaking the tension. Kuroko shot a worried glance at Tsukina who smiled at him winningly.

"You'll be fine," she mouthed, shooing him away with a slight wave of her hand. He was escorted out of the room and he arrived soon enough at the entrance of the hall where a broad figure of a man waited. He wasn't all that surprised to see that it was his father.

"I'm so proud of you, Tsukina. You look beautiful," his father said and Kuroko found himself disgusted by the compliment but strangely…

Sad.

He had long since given up on trying to maintain a good relationship with his father who hated him so much and yet he found himself wishing that his father would say something like that to him as Kuroko Tetsuya, not disguised as Tsukina.

Which was pathetic of him. He had given up trying to impress, trying to pretend that the relationship they had was a normal one…or at least that's what he'd thought.

Swallowing back the bile that rose in his throat, he said nothing and merely nodded, hesitantly taking his father's elbow and trying not to feel disturbed by it.

Marriage – and all that came with it – was indeed a roller coaster…

[~ * ~]

Kise waited impatiently at the altar. He didn't know why felt like the blood was boiling in his veins. Maybe it was because he was excited. Maybe it was because he was nervous. Maybe it was both. Whatever it was, he felt like he couldn't breathe and fought the urge to yank at his necktie. The people in the hall were all whispering to each other, waiting for the bride to make an appearance, but he couldn't discern anything. It was just a dull buzz in his ear, as irritating and unwelcome as a fly.

If he had to be honest, he hadn't been able to sleep well. The idea that his life would change – for better or for worse, he didn't know – was just too welcome. He thrived on novelty and he was rather unreasonably interested in how marriages worked, never having experienced it himself. Well, at least, not yet.

But that wasn't exactly the whole truth either.

If he had to be really honest, it was rather embarrassing but he had been having some…dreams about a certain blue-haired girl. They weren't particularly erotic or anything in nature. It was simply that she was there, in his dream, doing very simplistic things like holding her hand out for him to hold, waving, smiling...which was really strange, since he hadn't actually seen her smile. Sure, he'd seen her laugh but it hadn't actually shown on her face. The sound of her laughter, he admitted, was nice. A genuine kind of laughter, low and husky.

It disturbed him more that he dreamed about her in an innocent way.

Which made him wonder, how would she look like in a wedding dress? He knew she was rather…unendowed when it came to the chest area, unless her sweater had managed to hide them from his view the last time he'd met her. He didn't think that was very likely. Not that he minded. It wasn't like he judged girls based on the size of their chest or anything.

Kuroko Tetsuya was a very cute sort of girl. Like a little doll that had to be well-taken care of or she would shatter into a million pieces. He didn't know why he kept getting this impression. Maybe it was just his overly masculine ideas of chivalry that insisted on making her some sort of damsel in distress, someone to protect…

Tch, what was he thinking? He didn't even know the girl…though he liked to think he did get to learn about her somewhat. Just some of the basic things. Like the fact that Kuroko chewed on her lips from habit. He didn't know what caused her to do so but she did that from time to time. Nerves, maybe? Anxiety?

He also knew that her hands were incredibly cold. Were they like that all the time? Allergic to green onions and cashews. Double major in Elementary Education and Economics. Wanted to teach. They were just bits and pieces of the person that he was going to find out more about.

Just then, the hall went completely silent, the sudden lack of sound yanking him out of his thoughts. Like metal attracted by a magnet, his head seemed to turn towards the doorway naturally, as if he already knew that his bride-to-be would be standing there.

And she…

His eyes widened.

Dear God.

With her face as impassive as he last remembered, she truly looked as though she could actually be the Ice Queen people so often called her. Her regal posture and slim figure only served to enhance the idea in his head that she was someone fragile.

Beautiful.

"Look at her, she's so thin!"

"Don't you think her shoulders are kind of broad? It's almost manly…"

"That design does nothing to cover that flat chest of hers."

"I know, right? And do you see those hideous shoes? How could she wear something so monstrous?"

"The shoes aren't the problem, the dress is!"

"The dress is nothing! Don't you see her?"

Kise's eyebrow twitched in irritation as he glanced over at the small group of women around Kuroko's age, gossiping near him, whispering in that oh-so-annoying way young girls often did. Their hands barely covered their mouths as they pretended to be quiet. They sure had guts, since the woman in question was walking down the aisle at that very moment with her extremely powerful father.

But more than that…why did they see something so differently than he did?

Her sky blue hair brightly contrasted the pure white of her dress, which brought out the cerulean color of her eyes. Such a pale, slender throat, such delicate collarbones…

Was it just him? Was he the only one that thought she was, for lack of a better word, lovely? And they seemed to imply that being thin was a bad thing but he didn't really see it that way at all. Plus, he liked to think that Kuroko wasn't just some empty shell of a person that really had no emotions, even if she came off that way at first.

He wanted to think she was simply being misunderstood. There was nothing wrong with that. It simply would take a little more patience. But if he was getting married to her, he would have a lifetime to work on that. Hopefully.

He really sincerely wanted this marriage to be a successful one. Not in terms of business or financial value but between the two of them. Being friends with your spouse was often more than what one got in today's world, especially considering this was an arranged marriage.

And before he knew it, the chairman of Seirin went to sit down at his designated seat and left Kuroko to take the final couple of steps like he was supposed to let her do…when she walked forward just the slightest bit and tripped on the hem of her own dress. He didn't miss the horrified look flash in her eyes as he instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist to make it seem like he was impatient to get married to take the scrutiny off her a little. He brought her around to the right place and found himself letting go of her reluctantly.

She was surprisingly firm. He knew Kuroko was thin, but he hadn't expected such, well, defined muscles. Kise shrugged a little to himself. For some reason, he had thought she'd be a little soft but instead she was very well-toned.

And that look of terror…it had animated her face so much, the illusion of the impassive mask falling to pieces. Would he ever be able to evoke that kind of expression with a happier emotion? How would Kuroko really look?

"Oh my, Kise seems to really like the girl," one fond relation of his said a little off in the distance and he chuckled. Leave it to his somehow-related-to-him aunt of sorts to say that kind of thing so loudly.

"T-Thank you," Kuroko whispered, quickly regaining balance and standing properly in front of him. He refocused his attention on her, the soft words making him smile.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Are you that nervous?" he murmured back.

"I…" Words seemed to fail the girl as she decided to just nod.

So…

"It's okay. I'm nervous, too. You look absolutely stunning, by the way."

Kuroko completely broke off eye contact, staring down at the ground. "No…"

Cute…

Kise blinked but said nothing as the wedding official began his speech.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Kise Ryouta and-"

A loud shriek of the microphone failing covered up the words and the official looked appalled. He attempted to start over again, only to meet the same disastrous sound. It was almost like someone was deliberately doing it, but Kise paid little attention to it, only looking straight forward at his wife-to-be, who seemed strangely agitated.

Though, in all honesty, it could just be a figment of his imagination.

"-in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Silence.

The official continued to talk on and on for what seemed like an eternity until he finally addressed Kise. "Do you, Kise Ryouta, take-"

Another shriek.

"-to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"

"I do," Kise responded seriously, suddenly feeling nervous.

"And do you-"

Yet another shriek.

"Will someone please fix this damned microphone?" the wedding official finally blurted and people began laughing, relieving the tension that began to rise in the room. Apparently people were just as nervous for this formal ritual as the two of them were.

Exasperated, the man continued to talk, giving up on trying to say Kuroko's name.

"-take Kise Ryouta to be your husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"

"I…I…do," Kuroko said softly, chewing her lower lip so hard that Kise winced.

A well-dressed boy who looked no older than ten brought the box with the two rings in it. With somewhat trembling hands, Kise picked up the more silvery ring and slipped it on to her slim finger. For some reason, the sight of her hands shaking even more than his made him grin and she finally managed to put the other one on him.

He smiled at her as gently as he could, feeling the girl's anxiety radiate from her stiff figure despite her calm facial expression.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Kise swallowed, the strangest thoughts going through his head. Did he brush his teeth? Yes. Twice, in fact. Mouthwash too. He hadn't been able to eat anything, so that was good. Was that good? Maybe not, since he was starting to get somewhat of a heartburn. Or was that just him being nervous?

Shoving his thoughts aside, he took a step forward, leaned in, and just lightly pressed his lips against hers.

Definitely not boring. Not at all…

[~ * ~]

Kuroko should have expected it. After all, the wedding official himself had announced it, that the bride was to be kissed. Besides, every marriage ended with something like that, so there should have been no surprises there. If he had to go this far to help his twin, so be it. That's what he had thought, yet he'd still been caught off guard.

His eyes had instinctively closed shut as soon as he saw Kise approaching him, looking completely cool, calm, and collected. Really, nothing could have prepared Kuroko for something like this.

Because it was his first kiss.

It wasn't much more than just putting a pair of lips together for a brief second, but to him it was a shocking experience. As a person often mistaken to be a girl, he had never had the chance to actually get to talk to any females in a romantic way. And guys never bothered with him because he was supposedly the Ice Queen and whatnot.

He gulped, barely hearing the crowd of people cheering and talking in the background.

Kise-kun's lips are soft…

That wasn't the kind of thing he was supposed to notice. Or particularly enjoy, for that matter. Yet he couldn't help it. He was now married, to a guy no less, and his husband had taken his first kiss.

Just why did it feel so natural?

Kuroko's eyes fluttered open, widening as the blond pulled away with such a bright expression it almost hurt to look at him. One final cheer from the large audience, and the two of them became swamped by the flood of people wanting to talk to them both and individually to congratulate them. Most of the focus was on Kise, which suited Kuroko fine as he sought the company of a wall, when he heard:

"Tetsuya…?"

He froze at the sound of the male voice coming from behind him but he had no choice but to turn around and respond. There was no use in pretending that he was his twin at this point. "A-Akashi-kun."

"As I thought," Akashi said simply, a smirk on his face barely hiding the shock visible in his eyes. Kuroko didn't miss the once-over the heterochromatic eyes gave him and tried not to feel utterly embarrassed at having to stand in front of his stepbrother dressed the way he was. "Do you want to explain?"

"Tsukina," Kuroko said simply, shrugging.

"You look great, I gotta say," Akashi commented offhandedly. "I've never seen any guy look so hot in a dress, which is a little disturbing if I may be honest. Oh, and congratulations on your marriage."

"Akashi-kun, please…" Kuroko said, fists clenching. For some reason, it felt different from when Kise told him. He didn't know why, but Akashi's words made him almost unbearably uncomfortable and even annoyed, which was bizarre. The popular heir of Seirin was his stepbrother, so a compliment like that should have just felt like a joke and yet…

"She really didn't want to get married, huh."

Kuroko nodded absentmindedly.

"Why are you going so far to help her out?"

It was a trick question. They both knew it already, that Tsukina always managed to get what she wanted if she set her mind to it. Even Akashi himself had trouble saying no to her.

His usual cynical tone softened slightly. "Are you going to be alright? This situation, from what I understand, is incredibly dangerous. I'll do what I can to support you but…it would just be best if you didn't get caught in the first place."

Kuroko nodded again.

"I thought it was a little weird that you weren't showing any emotions, you know. That's one of the things that set you two twins apart for good," Akashi noted rather nonchalantly as if they were discussing something as mundane as the weather. "Ah, I understand now. So that's why she wasn't here. Anyway, she texted me to tell you that she left without seeing you two get married because she still has some work left to do and things to pack. Though now that I think about it, she must have been the one to mess up the sound system. She could have at least greeted me properly if she was going to be here in the first place."

Kuroko blurted, "I told Kise-kun that my name was Tetsuya. And I think she knew that."

"You idiot," Akashi sighed, patting him on the head. "I don't even know how she managed it, but you're lucky she tampered with the mic in time and blanked out the name, baka."

"I know," Kuroko whispered back.

"It's not such a bad thing. Your husband is a little bit of an idiot himself. I'm sure you guys will get along just fine," Akashi muttered and Kuroko nodded. The redheaded male chuckled. "Yeah. Things will work out."

Suddenly a loud voice said, "It's time to throw the bouquet~! Please head on outside everyone!"

Kuroko stared at Akashi in horror and Akashi laughed even harder, easily reading his emotions. He was one of the rare people, like Tsukina, who could tell how he felt simply because they had known each other for so long and Akashi was a quick study.

"It's not that bad, I'm sure," Akashi teased. "You only have to fool these people for a couple more hours. The real challenge comes with Ryouta himself."

At that, Akashi offered an arm and Kuroko took it. Usually, he would have hated to need help like this but the dress was so annoying he could hardly walk in it. Besides, Kise was already nowhere in sight.

Speaking of Kise…why did it bother him that Akashi called Kise by his first name? Clearly, as the respective heirs of large companies, they had spoken together and were probably friends. It shouldn't make him feel so flustered.

He coughed awkwardly, disturbed by the thought.

Once all the guests were outside, the males just standing to the around the group of women anxious to catch it, Kuroko turned around and flung the bouquet backwards as best as he could with the slim-fitting dress prohibiting his movements.

Immediately, he heard the protests.

"That's not fair!"

"Do it again!"

"How is this possible?"

"It's not as though I wanted this. Or need it, for that matter." At that, Kuroko turned around to see Akashi holding the bouquet of flowers casually. "But I can't help it if it just drops into my hand."

"Girls, you do know that it is a good thing if Akashi's the next one to marry, since it'll probably be one of you?"

Kuroko shivered as he felt Kise approach him from behind. A hand settled on his waist casually, but Kuroko felt the touch like a burn. And not in a bad way, he guessed, which made it all the more strange. Maybe Kise was just the kind of person that was a little on the touchy side. Kuroko wasn't used to it, but he supposed he would be able to handle it after a while.

"Ah, Ryouta. It's nice to see you," Akashi grinned in a feline way, holding his hand out. "How have you been?"

"I've been alright. And you?" Kise grasped his hand to shake it firmly.

"I'm fine. I see you've married my little sister over here. Congratulations. Not that you had a choice or anything."

The hold on his waist tightened and Kuroko instinctively looked upwards to see Kise more clearly. He was surprised by the tension in the usually smiling face. "What do you mean by that?"

"Ah, no, I meant that Tetsuya here didn't have a choice," Akashi said calmly, the only thing betraying his true emotions the flash in his eyes.

"Akashi-kun, what are you talking about?" Kuroko found himself blurting out.

"You know it's true," Akashi shrugged. "Why are you getting angry?"

"Because…" Kuroko tried to find the right words and ended up saying bluntly, "you're making Kise-kun feel bad."

"Is that so?" the gold and red eyes seemed to read something in the air that Kuroko couldn't see.

"You know…it was…voluntary…at least for me," Kuroko said slowly. And it really was. After their meeting a couple of days ago, if he really couldn't stand him, Tsukina wouldn't have forced him to do anything. Yes, he wanted to help her, but it wasn't like he himself would have settled for a marriage he couldn't have possibly dealt with. And yes, it was unbelievable that he was getting married to a man. But Kise seemed like a kind person who had talked to him like he was a real human being, something he never really experienced often.

The fact that Kuroko had trouble communicating didn't seem to bother the blond male much, and that was one thing Kuroko really liked and appreciated about him.

"Voluntary but you didn't do this for yourself," Akashi sneered, his suddenly sinister laugh completely catching Kuroko off guard.

"Akashicchi, what is it that you're really saying?" Kise asked, eyes narrowed. "What's your point?"

"I just want you to keep that in mind, Ryouta, that's all," Akashi shrugged. "You had more power to change things. Tetsuya barely did. I don't want you saying that you regret getting married later."

Was Akashi telling Kise to watch out?

Or was he warning him of the secret Kuroko had to keep for as long as possible…

Then Kise chuckled just as spontaneously, as if he had understood some kind of message Akashi was trying to send. "You're the same as always. Sheesh, couldn't you warn me in any other way?"

"But of course not. You know me," Akashi's smile returned to normal and the tension seemed to dissipate. "Well, have fun you two. I could only stop by to watch the ceremony. I'm off for work. Oh, and I think you have to go take pictures now. Smile for the camera, Tetsuya."

Kuroko nodded and Kise waved as Akashi walked away.

"Your brother…" Kise sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Never mind. Let's go back."

[~ * ~]

Hours of talking, toasting, dancing later...

For one thing, seeing Kuroko's lithe form all day in the long, snow white dress made Kise just want to grab her and –

He coughed into a fist. He actually didn't know whether he wanted to hug her, kiss her, or…

"Kise-kun?" the soft voice finally brought his focus back to the cake at hand. She looked up at him with her large blue eyes and he coughed again, his throat suddenly becoming dry. He felt like he was back in high school, going on his first date or something.

God, he just wanted the wedding to be over so that he could just spend a little time with her alone.

Which was not the kind of thought he should be having in the first place. Then again, she was his wife now so he supposed it wasn't wrong or anything. Still…

"Ah, sorry," Kise whispered, taking her small hands in his to slice the cake together as they were supposed to. They placed one thin slice of the top layer on to the plate and he heard more cheering. He cut a small piece for her and said, "Ah~"

The pink lips parted slightly and he took the opportunity to feed her, the people letting out a chorus of "aww…" as they watched him. Kuroko did the same for him in return, but he barely tasted it, his mind completely blank.

And every single moment of that was being caught on camera in some form of video or picture or other.

Having had a part-time job as a model, he didn't mind the flashes and the constant clicking noises. But he was slightly concerned about Tetsuya who looked pretty uncomfortable.

Yet another reason to get out of here. This was the last thing on their agenda anyway. They could skip whatever else followed, and no one would really care, so that's what he planned to do, to leave early.

The guests gathered around and began lining up to taste the cake. Kise took the chance to pull Kuroko to the side and walked over to a quiet corner. "How are you doing?"

"I'm alright," Kuroko answered, looking a little weary. "What…did you want to say?"

"I just wanted to know, would you mind leaving a little early?" Kise suggested, trying not to sound too eager. "Well, I mean it's already getting a bit late, so…"

"No…I don't mind. Where are we going?"

Kise chuckled lightly, trying not to be too embarrassed. "A little trip for our…ah…honeymoon. After that, we'll move into my apartment, unless you were thinking of somewhere else. We can buy a new place if you want, or…"

Kuroko shook her head. "I…don't mind. Your place…your place is fine."

"Everything's already been prepared, luggage bags and all. Our plane leaves in several hours, but do you want to just go to the airport a little early?"

"The...airport?" she frowned.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you," Kise muttered sheepishly. "We're not going on a private plane because I thought it would be better to experience the trip more normally, you know?"

"Um…that's…" Kuroko bit her lip.

Crud, had he said something wrong? Maybe she was really particular about travelling. Would a private plane have been better? Should he have talked through this with her before making his own decisions?

"What I mean is…what I meant was…how far are we going if we have to ride a plane? I…wasn't talking about riding a private one…since I rarely do anyway..."

"Oh. Well, that's a secret," Kise murmured with a smile and Kuroko looked away again, fidgeting with her dress. He was relieved she wasn't actually upset, just a little curious.

It was interesting that Kuroko seemed to really live like a normal person despite her high class status. Not that he necessarily thought rich people had to act rich or anything. "So are you okay with leaving now?"

Kuroko nodded.

"Then let's go," Kise grinned, taking her hand and leading her back to the bride's room so she could change into more comfortable clothes again. When Kuroko entered the changing area, he stood politely outside the space enclosed by the curtains, waiting for her.

"Excuse me…Kise-kun?"

"Yes?"

"I…can't get the dress off…without help…"

Kise swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down madly. "I can help you, if you'd like."

There was a long silence before Kuroko responded, "Can you…just undo the zipper…and go back out?"

He chuckled wryly. "Yeah. You can trust me. I won't do anything beyond helping you out of that dress."

The blue head popped out between the curtains. "C-come in…"

His heart skipped a beat as he stepped inside, Kuroko at his eye level now that she was standing on the little platform. She turned around and his fingers fumbled for the small zipper and carefully unfastened her dress. He averted his eyes from her slim back and tried his best not to notice that his fingers brushed along her incredibly soft skin.

"There you go," he said a little too quickly, racing back out before he could do something he would regret.

Self-control…

Dear God, he hadn't felt this way in ages. Maybe he'd never quite felt this way ever before. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes, trying to calm himself. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was making him jittery. By the time he opened them again, Kuroko was already outside, dressed simply but elegantly in dark leggings and a white sweater.

"You look beautiful," he found himself saying out loud and Kuroko turned a deep shade of red.

"S-stop saying things like that…"

"It just slipped out, I'm sorry," Kise said sheepishly. He simply grabbed a winter coat instead of his suit jacket. "Are you ready to go?"

Kuroko nodded and he grinned, taking her hand again. As expected, it was as cold as ice. Slowly, he threaded their fingers together as they walked towards the car waiting for them, filled with their luggage and other necessary things.

"Kise-kun?"

"I'm just warming your hand up," Kise said lightheartedly. "Don't worry about it."

His chauffeur immediately materialized in front of the two of them, opening the door for the backseats.

"I'll be taking you to the airport right away, sir."

"Thank you," Kise responded. He turned to Kuroko and offered teasingly, "If you're feeling tired, always feel free to lean against me and sleep, okay?"

"You're embarrassing," Kuroko said flatly, but her ears turned the slightest bit red and Kise chuckled, almost missing the small, "okay".

But when he heard it, when his brain actually registered the word...it felt like someone had punched him in the chest, hard.

It left him utterly breathless.


Author's Note: Hope you guys liked it…I know it's moving fast but I really want to write fluff. Plus, in my defense, Kise comes off as the kind of person who would be impatient and a bit childish, which is what I attempted to make him, though I can hardly explain why Kuroko is so girly…*sighs anxiously and curls up into a ball in the corner of the room*

Why am I so scared of what people will think about my writing? OTL Ignore me…

Anyway…please look forward to the next chapter: In which the honeymoon takes place (it might have to be like Part 1, because I'm planning to focus a lot on their honeymoon…)

I tried to write a lot for Ch2 because I don't know how quickly I'll be able to produce Ch3 with so much stuff going on - school, college apps, yay...

I'm also really debating on who I should use as the "love rival"…

Leave a comment/review if you liked it. Thank you~