Sometimes I worry for her more than anything else, that Mokou. We were at that time of our lives where we should settle down, have kids, even for beings above the law of humans, the Yakumo fox was so kind to point out that out of all her acquaintances, we were probably the only two that she figured weren't involved in a relationship (We were there for an errand a Satori Youkai had requested of us). Of course, her following assumption was to question whether we were together in that way... Mokou almost torched the accursed furball, if it wouldn't have been for my intervention (No use angering a Yakumo, I say). Spring had rolled along then, and consequently, we came to the conclusion that she had a point. So then we began man-hunting.
Surprisingly enough, as I found out, blind dates were not as fun as the Hakurei Maiden had oh-so-delicately informed us. After finding out all my suitors were middle-aged men or divorcees expecting me to stay in the kitchen, I washed my hands of the whole affair with a declaration for single life, now and forever. Mokou's adventure, however, was a very, very different story.
He wasn't much to look at. The male couldn't have been past his teens by more than two years, and he had a roundness to him that reminded me of pound cake; plus, he was short. Shorter than her by at least two centimeters. By all standards, he looked to me like the exact opposite type of person I would have thought that Mokou would be interested in. Then came another date, five days after the first, then another, a week and two days later, and another less than three days after that one. Soon enough, I had a new entry into my life, one very, very cheerful young man who laughed at even the most terrible jokes that my best friend made.
When I gave them two months at best, they lasted more. When I suspected Mokou's temper to drive him away, it only made them closer. And when I wondered, one year after their fateful meeting, if the tears going down her cheeks were those of sorrow, she had wrapped around her finger, a ring and a smile on her face. Giving your blessing is so hard to do when you're channeling Parsee as you see that beautiful gold band gleaming in the sunlight.
Sometimes I worry for her, that Mokou, that blushing bride saying her vows. That she'll wake up one day and find him not there. But worries have a habit of disappearing when she has that smile on her face, that warm look as she looks at him and she looks back and the best man, his stepbrother, looks a mix between irritated and happy.
"You may kiss the bride." the vicar closes the book as Mokou leans slightly and lips meet, to the cheers of all present.
She looks and him and he looks at her... and I don't know who's more in love with the other. It's like seeing two teenagers shuffling at the front door of the girl's home after a first date as they both lean in.
Kaguya and Eirin are openly sobbing in the front row; I, the Maid of Honor, have a smile that's so big it's probably wide enough to be used as a ramp. Mystia and Akyuu, our two friends are dancing in their seats while Rinnosuke, performing his duties as vicar, closes his book and joins in the celebrations.
Eirin catches the bouquet, of course. Me?
I think I'm drunk. And the groom's stepbrother looks too delicious to pass the night without hitting on for a bit.
Byakushi wrote about: Keine reflecting about Mokou and her lover, the day Mokou and her lover first met via Reimu's help with blind dates, the day Mokou's lover proposed that they marry... with a happy look in her face, and how the wedding and the succeeding events went on.
Continue doing this great story Byakushi. I'll be upvoting you and expecting/looking forward to more of this.
