BFF's Wedding Finale Update! =D
Title: My Best Friend's Wedding
Chapter 12
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, JunMa, NinoToma, Sakuraiba
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino is being utterly idiotic and sabotaging all his chances with Ohno. Will someone pick up the pieces of his life for him?
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing and Careless Mistakes are Plenty. Yes I am still making typos because I don’t think Finales need special care.
Past Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 Chapter 10, Chapter 11
Aiba’s POV
I don’t understand how Mina is so calm whereas I’m panicking like a little school girl does about her first boyfriend, she’s filing her nails for god’s sake and ordering me on how to perfectly braid up Tachiko’s hair.
“Oi! The left side goes OVER the right one!” She smacked me right on the head.
It hurts!
I dressed up Shotaro just fine and he looks really smart in his little bow tie.
Suddenly the door opens and I expect to see Amy come in, in her wedding gown looking perfectly imperfect and wrong for the occasion. In whatever glimpse I stole of her before Mina shoo’d me away she looked undeniably beautiful, almost like a perfect bride...for a straight man of course.
But now I really can’t bother about her because Sho just walked in through the door.
Guess what?
Turns out he’s Satoshi’s best friend and co-worker. The world is such a small place! I was so shocked when I saw Sho’s name under Best Man. Although he claims he’s told me before but the man must be lying or said it during sex. Honestly does he expect me to remember anything but his hot body and the totally sexy way he calls my name from during sex?
Sho walks up to Shotaro, chuckles at him and pulls the bowtie from his head down to his neck. He pulls it tighter and pats the little baby on the head. Sho walks away (from Shotaro) because he is totally coming towards me and I can see the baby crawling behind him. Babies take a liking to Sho, he screams out “I can totally father your babies.” He also screams out “Perfect Boyfriend” and more alarmingly “Perfect Body” and makes me worry to the ends of the world.
On that note, what is Sho doing in the bride’s dressing room? Isn’t this like a girl’s only zone?
Sho kisses my cheek discreetly, “What ARE you doing in the bride’s dressing room. I thought it was a ladies only zone!”
Oh...well I’m the baby stylist aren’t I? I am perfectly legit in this area.
“They made an exception.”
Sho chuckled and pecked my cheek again, lingering this time and I couldn’t help the giggle. I tried stopping the giggling habit but I think Sho thinks its cute.
“Aiba! Stop with the foreplay and get to Tachiko’s hair.” I looked at the tangled mess in my hands and looked sheepishly at Mina. Sho just laughed again before picking the brush up and taking over Tachiko’s hair.
Sho has a childminder certificate so I’m not surprised he knows how to braid a girl’s hair.
I guess I’m not as panicked as I should be because Sho is ultimately distracting me. However, I can’t help worry because Amy is absolutely gorgeous and a girl and Ohno is still under the delusion of being straight and Mina thinks the solution to all these problems are in the perfection of Tachiko’s braids.
Which is perfect by the way because obviously Sho did it and whatever Sho does is SO perfect its scary.
Ohno’s POV
It’s weird.
I woke up this morning with the realization of Nino not there beside me. The dread is returning, like a haunting chant. He’s there; he’ll be there. Even if he can’t be there for the wedding he’s there in my life, still an important part of me.
I feel lonely and it’s just weird. I can’t articulate myself any further. Father said that it was cold feet and it was best to ignore it, to not give in. Why did it feel like it wasn’t cold feet?
I don’t feel tied down or pressurized, I feel lonely. I’d gotten used to waking up to Nino’s warmth and crankiness. Maybe I miss a presence, any presence. But I think, though I usually don’t think too much, I miss Nino’s presence.
I tried to see Amy in her wedding dress. I’ve imagined it so many times. But those fancies seem like fragments of a forgotten movie.
I had a dream yesterday; I was getting married to a person. Her veil was down and I knew she was the most beautiful person in the whole world. I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was beautiful, the most beautiful. But she was short, much too small to be Amy, she was just a faceless beautiful person.
I thought that on my wedding day it’d take a long time to get ready. But I was done in five minutes like I always am and now I’m sitting here; idle, bored and lonely. Am I miserable on the day Nino, Amy and I worked so hard to reach?
I don’t want to find the answer to that question.
Before I can lie down on my bed and ruin my suit beyond recognition, the door opens and Sho comes in. He’s wandering back and forth between my house and Aiba’s, keeping track of both bride and groom. He technically isn’t planning the wedding, Jun is but that’s what managing idol groups do to you.
Sho tells me the bridal group is just about ready to leave and that it’d be bad for our reputation to leave later. I’m relieved, I want to get out of this idleness that has become an excuse to think.
For a moment in the car, I forget about my faceless beautiful wife and myself and instead I listen to Sho calling the floral supply staff, the caterer and such. I wonder why he’s doing all that. Jun had always come of as a proficient wedding planner. I don’t get why Sho’s suddenly taken over the post.
When I get to the hall, it’s huge, empty and beautiful. The alter looks large and ridiculous. Why do we need such a magnificently useless arch to get married anyway?
Pointless.
Is marriage pointless or the altar?
There I go, thinking again. Thinking has never gotten me anything more than a headache. I tap the edges of the rows of benches as I pass them, humming a tune I’ve probably choreographed at some point of my life.
It feels like someone else’s wedding.
“Sho?”
“Yes? Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
“No, I’m not. I was just thinking how you’d never get married.” I caught Jun sitting at a corner bench looking sulky from the corner of my eye
Sho blushed and rubbed the back of head nervously before he leaned close as though imparting a great secret, “I haven’t told you this before but I’m married.”
“Eh? But…but you and Aiba and how?”
Sho wiggled his fingers at me bringing to attention a simple band of gold that I had come to acknowledge as a part of Sho himself in the past few months. It had no more significance than Sho’s arm did.
“I married Aiba last June.”
What?
“But Sho it’s not possi-
“I’m married.” There was finality in his tone and I didn’t argue. In fact I believed him.
“You didn’t tell me! I thought we were best friends!” I said playfully punching him on the shoulder.
“That was always Nino’s post.” Sho said casually before running off to tend to sagging fairy lights.
My best friend, Nino. Why did that sound weird too?
“Are you for real?” An arrogant, almost angry voice called from behind. I turned to find the crabby wedding planner glaring a hole through my head, “You were going to marry someone else just yesterday!”
I was, wasn’t I?
I didn’t know how to react to what Jun said so I didn’t. It must be so strange for an outsider to see the sudden change. They must think I have no sense of commitment at all.
But I do. I asked Amy to marry me and I’m fulfilling that promise.
It’s a commitment.
With that idea growing in my head I was pulled through the proceedings. Tugged to and fro until the whole hall was full of well-dressed people and whispered conversations, giggles and a few ready tears.
I must have seemed what others call it dazed.
Before long there was a pleasant music
Dum dum di dum. Dum dum di dum
The large door opened with a creak and I saw her: My bride, Amy.
I remembered the dream, it was here in this hall and there were as many people, the decorations were the same, I even remember Sho fidgeting in the side, being nervous for the both of us.
The person walking up to me felt alien, though I had never seen her face, I knew as I saw Amy stepping gracefully across the length of the hall that it wasn’t her.
But reality is what is important; it’s what I want. What I want isn’t there in a dream.
Amy was beside me smiling pleasantly, I could feel her happiness radiate through that flimsy veil and I heard the minister take a deep breath as though readying himself to recite a long verse, when suddenly.
“Excuse me. Excuse me!” A loud female, very annoyingly familiar voice resonated through out the hall.
And Nee-chan was there talking, holding a mike on a side balcony, her grin broad enough to blind.
“Can everyone hear me?” She screeched.
There was a shocked pause. I looked to Aiba. She spent unhealthy amounts of time with my baka neighbour, if anyone knew what she was up to it was him. But he looked shocked, his mouth hanging almost comically open, I saw him move and the next time I saw him he was there up in the balcony with Mina and Nino Nee-chan.
“We’ve prepared a little slideshow of Ohno’s life up until now and forgive me but I totally forgot to show it to you people! But better late than never!” She laughed, almost maniacally. I heard the whirr of a projector and up against a wall I saw myself at the age of two wearing a skirt and tugging at a wagon.
Little did I know when this picture was being taken it would serve to stall my wedding.
The disgruntled spectators settling from the shock aw’d and cooed at my baby pictures progressively becoming older as the slide moved forward. There were pictures of my family and a random video of me dancing and singing into a hairbrush. I stopped being annoyed and took interest as I recalled my life before this important step. Maybe it was important to see this before I got married to understand and embrace changes.
Soon, enough most pictures started including Nino: playing, fighting, Nino trying to hide his crying face after he watched a sad movie, Nino sleeping on my lap, I on Nino’s, Nino writing a song and I watching, me dancing and Nino watching, lots of singing and dancing in general and even play acting our little comedy duo skits.
Before long my thoughts were completely focused on Nino. My life has for all these years revolved around Nino.
Yesterday I was about to commit to my life revolving around Nino always but today I was going to change that.
There was a picture of Amy and I but even in that there was Nino skulking in the background. But even in the corner and right at the back he was my centre of focus in the picture.
I draw, I should know that the picture was centralized appropriately to capture attention to the main subjects: Amy and I. Then why did Nino seem so prominent and even in the next one where Amy and I were dancing and Nino with someone else in a corner I could notice him clearly, the way his hands curled so loosely around his partner, his posture and facial expression all highlighting his boredom.
Nino gets bored so easily, I’ve always wondered what kept his interest in me all these years.
But before I could go deep into it there was another video, a recent one. It was a close up of Nino taken from below and he looked tired and annoyed. He kept on trying to push whoever was taking the video away. But he gave in after the relentless cameraman refused to move away and he sighed.
“What is it Mina? What more is there to say?
“I don’t want to bother you any more but I just want to know why you kissed Toma.”
I heard Nino click his tongue and pinch the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath and while he took his time I thought about how he had kissed Toma. There was a pulse of fury as I thought back how casually he was making out with him that too publicly.
While he refused to acknowledge the time when I kissed him. Why can’t I forget that feeling and he can so easily be with other guys.
“Because he’s an amazing kisser”
Nino didn’t sound serious at all but I felt the fury get stronger. I started forgetting why he really kissed Toma but Mina didn’t and she pressed him further.
“Nino, I’m serious! Why?”
“What why? To call off the wedding of course. You barge into someone else’s house early in the morning to talk about this? You knew about this already! Just leave me alone.”
“No! Nino I’m already here so you might as well answer my questions.”
“There’s more?” He scoffed.
“Why did you want to call of the wedding?”
“What the hell? You knew that was the plan from the start!”
“But you didn’t want to.”
Nino was stunned into silence for a moment and I held my breath as he collected himself in the video and then there it was, a quiet almost inaudible No…
My heart stopped beating as the implications of the answer started sinking in.
“Then why did you?”
There was a quiver, “Because that’s what Ohno wanted.”
“And why is that important?”
There was the saddest, most heartbreaking expression on Nino’s face. I hated that expression on him so much.
“He’s important, Mina.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
There was a small smile on his face and he looked upwards, as though staring off into space, reminiscing some sweet memory.
“Because I love him. I’ve always loved him. I’ll do anything to make him happy.”
And the video stopped right on that small, sad smile on Nino’s face.
In that one little overwhelming moment as I stood looking at Nino’s face his words circling persistently in my head with a hundred different things memories and jumbled thoughts, feelings invoked from a sweet stolen kiss and my future, my past all swirled and mixed and I saw her; the girl in my dreams.
In fact, it wasn’t a girl at all.
It was…
Mina’s POV
I was nervous.
Throughout the day I tried avoiding thoughts of what would happen when I’d play that video.
There were appalled squeaks and gasps and murmurs but I could care less about what people thought.
I could see my brother stare at the video in shock. For a moment I was afraid he didn’t even see it but fell asleep with his eyes open but a while after it ended his face changed slightly.
No wonder it must have taken a few minutes for him to understand the video. I knew he was stupid.
But then he looked like a lot of th ings all at once until finally he seemed like he was about to cry. I felt sorry for him.
And I was afraid that my assumptions however solidly tested out they may be might be wrong. I started worrying but then a steely determined expression overcame his usually pliant face and I saw him take a few steps back.
He looked at Amy and seemed to shake out of his daze for a while. He bowed in front of her, very low and she stared at him in shock. But when he straightened I saw that expression was back and he looked to the door once before turning to it completely.
He walked towards it, and then jogging until he oddly enough just started running and he pushed the door violently when he reached it and ran outside. I looked to Aiba in alarm, what the hell was that idiot doing?
“Aiba! I don’t know why he’s running! He doesn’t know where Nino is! Take him! Take him!”
I pushed Aiba until he understood and he ran down the steps leading down from the balcony and rushed out the door tailing Satoshi.
I just hope Satoshi doesn’t run out and hit a car or something because this is turning out to be more of a summertime drama than anything else.
Or worse.
Aiba runs out and hits a car before he could tell Satoshi where Nino is.
Then it’d be like those sad summertime dramas that I don’t get why they are aired to ruin people’s summers.
The waiting is horrible. Sho’s house is pretty near so I don’t get why they are taking so long.
Maybe they are running the whole way there instead of just taking a taxi. People start leaving and suddenly there’s someone calling me distracting me from my worrisome thoughts of hospitals and funerals and the search for an appropriate babysitter in case something happens to Aiba.
“I always knew you know that Nino was more important to him than me. I just didn’t think I was getting in the way of…” She trailed off and she looked genuinely confused.
I looked at her and realized that she wasn’t the classic evil antagonist that I’d sketched her out to be in my mind and suddenly I felt terrible for her. Her fiancée dumped her at the altar and I was partly responsible for it. I had convinced myself that showing Satoshi the video at a moment when he was emotionally unstable would increase its effectiveness but I’d ended up humiliating this poor girl. I tried to quench the guilt swelling at that part of me that loved theatrics.
I should have warned her but I had thought she’d come to thwart my plan like an evil witch stealing my video and burning it. I had even imagined that before but I couldn’t now, not when she was so upset and her eyes were red.
I hugged her and she cried but a few seconds later she had composed herself and she dabbed at her eye embarrassedly.
“I should go…” She said a little awkwardly. I never really got along well with her because I always had preconceived her as the devil.
Maybe…maybe we could be friends.
I wondered about being friends with Amy as she turned and slowly trudged through the door Satoshi and Aiba had run out of a considerable amount of time before.
I’m convinced that they’re running.
That’s what happens when you send two idiots on a voyage of love.
Tired of sitting in a bench I walk up to the door and look out of it. Nino’s sister joins me, as does Sho.
Other than us, only our parents are here and that really weird wedding planner, I can’t believe one of my friends actually recommended him. He’s such a weirdo, no wonder he employs promiscuous assistants. I could swear they were sleeping together. Or else why would he be so upset when he found out Toma was making out with Nino?
After ten whole minutes I see three people running towards the church.
Oh god…they really ARE running. I thought Nino would be more intelligent than that but he probably just wanted to save the money for the cab.
The three whiz past us and stop running only when the reach the altar. Ohno smiles at Nino, panting all the while before suddenly swooping down on him with a kiss.
Ugh. I could do without the PDA. Aiba starts screeching that they aren’t supposed to do that yet and literally drags Ohno away from Nino.
Nino blushes but he’s panting happily, face glowing, radiating mirth.
Aiba gladly takes the place of the minister who had long since left offended at being apparently mocked at this ridiculous excuse of a wedding. Well good riddance to you.
Sho takes off his coat and hangs it on Nino’s shoulder, who to my dismay is still wearing those ratty clothes I had found him in this morning when I went to make that video.
Aiba starts making up vows including Nature and Love and God and dissing the state, saying how its stupid how a marriage made out of love is not recognized. He asks us, “Isn’t that just stupid?” twice. We nod both times and Nino and Ohno just stare at each other like happy, sappy couples do.
I’m starting to think that this was all a mistake. Ohno and Amy were never this sickly sweet.
And finally they get to the “I do’s”
Nino’s POV
I’ve always dreaded my best friend’s wedding.
Wished it to never happen.
Aiba giggles, “You may now kiss the bride.”
Ohno smiles mischievously before cupping my face and kissing me deeply.
I don’t know what I was afraid of.
Fin
A/N: Okay that’s the Finale. HoneyMoon Epilogue and Two JunMa SideStories to go. I will promote the epilogue but not the sidestories on the fic comms <3
Chapter 12
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, JunMa, NinoToma, Sakuraiba
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino is being utterly idiotic and sabotaging all his chances with Ohno. Will someone pick up the pieces of his life for him?
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing and Careless Mistakes are Plenty. Yes I am still making typos because I don’t think Finales need special care.
Past Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 Chapter 10, Chapter 11
Aiba’s POV
I don’t understand how Mina is so calm whereas I’m panicking like a little school girl does about her first boyfriend, she’s filing her nails for god’s sake and ordering me on how to perfectly braid up Tachiko’s hair.
“Oi! The left side goes OVER the right one!” She smacked me right on the head.
It hurts!
I dressed up Shotaro just fine and he looks really smart in his little bow tie.
Suddenly the door opens and I expect to see Amy come in, in her wedding gown looking perfectly imperfect and wrong for the occasion. In whatever glimpse I stole of her before Mina shoo’d me away she looked undeniably beautiful, almost like a perfect bride...for a straight man of course.
But now I really can’t bother about her because Sho just walked in through the door.
Guess what?
Turns out he’s Satoshi’s best friend and co-worker. The world is such a small place! I was so shocked when I saw Sho’s name under Best Man. Although he claims he’s told me before but the man must be lying or said it during sex. Honestly does he expect me to remember anything but his hot body and the totally sexy way he calls my name from during sex?
Sho walks up to Shotaro, chuckles at him and pulls the bowtie from his head down to his neck. He pulls it tighter and pats the little baby on the head. Sho walks away (from Shotaro) because he is totally coming towards me and I can see the baby crawling behind him. Babies take a liking to Sho, he screams out “I can totally father your babies.” He also screams out “Perfect Boyfriend” and more alarmingly “Perfect Body” and makes me worry to the ends of the world.
On that note, what is Sho doing in the bride’s dressing room? Isn’t this like a girl’s only zone?
Sho kisses my cheek discreetly, “What ARE you doing in the bride’s dressing room. I thought it was a ladies only zone!”
Oh...well I’m the baby stylist aren’t I? I am perfectly legit in this area.
“They made an exception.”
Sho chuckled and pecked my cheek again, lingering this time and I couldn’t help the giggle. I tried stopping the giggling habit but I think Sho thinks its cute.
“Aiba! Stop with the foreplay and get to Tachiko’s hair.” I looked at the tangled mess in my hands and looked sheepishly at Mina. Sho just laughed again before picking the brush up and taking over Tachiko’s hair.
Sho has a childminder certificate so I’m not surprised he knows how to braid a girl’s hair.
I guess I’m not as panicked as I should be because Sho is ultimately distracting me. However, I can’t help worry because Amy is absolutely gorgeous and a girl and Ohno is still under the delusion of being straight and Mina thinks the solution to all these problems are in the perfection of Tachiko’s braids.
Which is perfect by the way because obviously Sho did it and whatever Sho does is SO perfect its scary.
Ohno’s POV
It’s weird.
I woke up this morning with the realization of Nino not there beside me. The dread is returning, like a haunting chant. He’s there; he’ll be there. Even if he can’t be there for the wedding he’s there in my life, still an important part of me.
I feel lonely and it’s just weird. I can’t articulate myself any further. Father said that it was cold feet and it was best to ignore it, to not give in. Why did it feel like it wasn’t cold feet?
I don’t feel tied down or pressurized, I feel lonely. I’d gotten used to waking up to Nino’s warmth and crankiness. Maybe I miss a presence, any presence. But I think, though I usually don’t think too much, I miss Nino’s presence.
I tried to see Amy in her wedding dress. I’ve imagined it so many times. But those fancies seem like fragments of a forgotten movie.
I had a dream yesterday; I was getting married to a person. Her veil was down and I knew she was the most beautiful person in the whole world. I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was beautiful, the most beautiful. But she was short, much too small to be Amy, she was just a faceless beautiful person.
I thought that on my wedding day it’d take a long time to get ready. But I was done in five minutes like I always am and now I’m sitting here; idle, bored and lonely. Am I miserable on the day Nino, Amy and I worked so hard to reach?
I don’t want to find the answer to that question.
Before I can lie down on my bed and ruin my suit beyond recognition, the door opens and Sho comes in. He’s wandering back and forth between my house and Aiba’s, keeping track of both bride and groom. He technically isn’t planning the wedding, Jun is but that’s what managing idol groups do to you.
Sho tells me the bridal group is just about ready to leave and that it’d be bad for our reputation to leave later. I’m relieved, I want to get out of this idleness that has become an excuse to think.
For a moment in the car, I forget about my faceless beautiful wife and myself and instead I listen to Sho calling the floral supply staff, the caterer and such. I wonder why he’s doing all that. Jun had always come of as a proficient wedding planner. I don’t get why Sho’s suddenly taken over the post.
When I get to the hall, it’s huge, empty and beautiful. The alter looks large and ridiculous. Why do we need such a magnificently useless arch to get married anyway?
Pointless.
Is marriage pointless or the altar?
There I go, thinking again. Thinking has never gotten me anything more than a headache. I tap the edges of the rows of benches as I pass them, humming a tune I’ve probably choreographed at some point of my life.
It feels like someone else’s wedding.
“Sho?”
“Yes? Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
“No, I’m not. I was just thinking how you’d never get married.” I caught Jun sitting at a corner bench looking sulky from the corner of my eye
Sho blushed and rubbed the back of head nervously before he leaned close as though imparting a great secret, “I haven’t told you this before but I’m married.”
“Eh? But…but you and Aiba and how?”
Sho wiggled his fingers at me bringing to attention a simple band of gold that I had come to acknowledge as a part of Sho himself in the past few months. It had no more significance than Sho’s arm did.
“I married Aiba last June.”
What?
“But Sho it’s not possi-
“I’m married.” There was finality in his tone and I didn’t argue. In fact I believed him.
“You didn’t tell me! I thought we were best friends!” I said playfully punching him on the shoulder.
“That was always Nino’s post.” Sho said casually before running off to tend to sagging fairy lights.
My best friend, Nino. Why did that sound weird too?
“Are you for real?” An arrogant, almost angry voice called from behind. I turned to find the crabby wedding planner glaring a hole through my head, “You were going to marry someone else just yesterday!”
I was, wasn’t I?
I didn’t know how to react to what Jun said so I didn’t. It must be so strange for an outsider to see the sudden change. They must think I have no sense of commitment at all.
But I do. I asked Amy to marry me and I’m fulfilling that promise.
It’s a commitment.
With that idea growing in my head I was pulled through the proceedings. Tugged to and fro until the whole hall was full of well-dressed people and whispered conversations, giggles and a few ready tears.
I must have seemed what others call it dazed.
Before long there was a pleasant music
Dum dum di dum. Dum dum di dum
The large door opened with a creak and I saw her: My bride, Amy.
I remembered the dream, it was here in this hall and there were as many people, the decorations were the same, I even remember Sho fidgeting in the side, being nervous for the both of us.
The person walking up to me felt alien, though I had never seen her face, I knew as I saw Amy stepping gracefully across the length of the hall that it wasn’t her.
But reality is what is important; it’s what I want. What I want isn’t there in a dream.
Amy was beside me smiling pleasantly, I could feel her happiness radiate through that flimsy veil and I heard the minister take a deep breath as though readying himself to recite a long verse, when suddenly.
“Excuse me. Excuse me!” A loud female, very annoyingly familiar voice resonated through out the hall.
And Nee-chan was there talking, holding a mike on a side balcony, her grin broad enough to blind.
“Can everyone hear me?” She screeched.
There was a shocked pause. I looked to Aiba. She spent unhealthy amounts of time with my baka neighbour, if anyone knew what she was up to it was him. But he looked shocked, his mouth hanging almost comically open, I saw him move and the next time I saw him he was there up in the balcony with Mina and Nino Nee-chan.
“We’ve prepared a little slideshow of Ohno’s life up until now and forgive me but I totally forgot to show it to you people! But better late than never!” She laughed, almost maniacally. I heard the whirr of a projector and up against a wall I saw myself at the age of two wearing a skirt and tugging at a wagon.
Little did I know when this picture was being taken it would serve to stall my wedding.
The disgruntled spectators settling from the shock aw’d and cooed at my baby pictures progressively becoming older as the slide moved forward. There were pictures of my family and a random video of me dancing and singing into a hairbrush. I stopped being annoyed and took interest as I recalled my life before this important step. Maybe it was important to see this before I got married to understand and embrace changes.
Soon, enough most pictures started including Nino: playing, fighting, Nino trying to hide his crying face after he watched a sad movie, Nino sleeping on my lap, I on Nino’s, Nino writing a song and I watching, me dancing and Nino watching, lots of singing and dancing in general and even play acting our little comedy duo skits.
Before long my thoughts were completely focused on Nino. My life has for all these years revolved around Nino.
Yesterday I was about to commit to my life revolving around Nino always but today I was going to change that.
There was a picture of Amy and I but even in that there was Nino skulking in the background. But even in the corner and right at the back he was my centre of focus in the picture.
I draw, I should know that the picture was centralized appropriately to capture attention to the main subjects: Amy and I. Then why did Nino seem so prominent and even in the next one where Amy and I were dancing and Nino with someone else in a corner I could notice him clearly, the way his hands curled so loosely around his partner, his posture and facial expression all highlighting his boredom.
Nino gets bored so easily, I’ve always wondered what kept his interest in me all these years.
But before I could go deep into it there was another video, a recent one. It was a close up of Nino taken from below and he looked tired and annoyed. He kept on trying to push whoever was taking the video away. But he gave in after the relentless cameraman refused to move away and he sighed.
“What is it Mina? What more is there to say?
“I don’t want to bother you any more but I just want to know why you kissed Toma.”
I heard Nino click his tongue and pinch the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath and while he took his time I thought about how he had kissed Toma. There was a pulse of fury as I thought back how casually he was making out with him that too publicly.
While he refused to acknowledge the time when I kissed him. Why can’t I forget that feeling and he can so easily be with other guys.
“Because he’s an amazing kisser”
Nino didn’t sound serious at all but I felt the fury get stronger. I started forgetting why he really kissed Toma but Mina didn’t and she pressed him further.
“Nino, I’m serious! Why?”
“What why? To call off the wedding of course. You barge into someone else’s house early in the morning to talk about this? You knew about this already! Just leave me alone.”
“No! Nino I’m already here so you might as well answer my questions.”
“There’s more?” He scoffed.
“Why did you want to call of the wedding?”
“What the hell? You knew that was the plan from the start!”
“But you didn’t want to.”
Nino was stunned into silence for a moment and I held my breath as he collected himself in the video and then there it was, a quiet almost inaudible No…
My heart stopped beating as the implications of the answer started sinking in.
“Then why did you?”
There was a quiver, “Because that’s what Ohno wanted.”
“And why is that important?”
There was the saddest, most heartbreaking expression on Nino’s face. I hated that expression on him so much.
“He’s important, Mina.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
There was a small smile on his face and he looked upwards, as though staring off into space, reminiscing some sweet memory.
“Because I love him. I’ve always loved him. I’ll do anything to make him happy.”
And the video stopped right on that small, sad smile on Nino’s face.
In that one little overwhelming moment as I stood looking at Nino’s face his words circling persistently in my head with a hundred different things memories and jumbled thoughts, feelings invoked from a sweet stolen kiss and my future, my past all swirled and mixed and I saw her; the girl in my dreams.
In fact, it wasn’t a girl at all.
It was…
Mina’s POV
I was nervous.
Throughout the day I tried avoiding thoughts of what would happen when I’d play that video.
There were appalled squeaks and gasps and murmurs but I could care less about what people thought.
I could see my brother stare at the video in shock. For a moment I was afraid he didn’t even see it but fell asleep with his eyes open but a while after it ended his face changed slightly.
No wonder it must have taken a few minutes for him to understand the video. I knew he was stupid.
But then he looked like a lot of th ings all at once until finally he seemed like he was about to cry. I felt sorry for him.
And I was afraid that my assumptions however solidly tested out they may be might be wrong. I started worrying but then a steely determined expression overcame his usually pliant face and I saw him take a few steps back.
He looked at Amy and seemed to shake out of his daze for a while. He bowed in front of her, very low and she stared at him in shock. But when he straightened I saw that expression was back and he looked to the door once before turning to it completely.
He walked towards it, and then jogging until he oddly enough just started running and he pushed the door violently when he reached it and ran outside. I looked to Aiba in alarm, what the hell was that idiot doing?
“Aiba! I don’t know why he’s running! He doesn’t know where Nino is! Take him! Take him!”
I pushed Aiba until he understood and he ran down the steps leading down from the balcony and rushed out the door tailing Satoshi.
I just hope Satoshi doesn’t run out and hit a car or something because this is turning out to be more of a summertime drama than anything else.
Or worse.
Aiba runs out and hits a car before he could tell Satoshi where Nino is.
Then it’d be like those sad summertime dramas that I don’t get why they are aired to ruin people’s summers.
The waiting is horrible. Sho’s house is pretty near so I don’t get why they are taking so long.
Maybe they are running the whole way there instead of just taking a taxi. People start leaving and suddenly there’s someone calling me distracting me from my worrisome thoughts of hospitals and funerals and the search for an appropriate babysitter in case something happens to Aiba.
“I always knew you know that Nino was more important to him than me. I just didn’t think I was getting in the way of…” She trailed off and she looked genuinely confused.
I looked at her and realized that she wasn’t the classic evil antagonist that I’d sketched her out to be in my mind and suddenly I felt terrible for her. Her fiancée dumped her at the altar and I was partly responsible for it. I had convinced myself that showing Satoshi the video at a moment when he was emotionally unstable would increase its effectiveness but I’d ended up humiliating this poor girl. I tried to quench the guilt swelling at that part of me that loved theatrics.
I should have warned her but I had thought she’d come to thwart my plan like an evil witch stealing my video and burning it. I had even imagined that before but I couldn’t now, not when she was so upset and her eyes were red.
I hugged her and she cried but a few seconds later she had composed herself and she dabbed at her eye embarrassedly.
“I should go…” She said a little awkwardly. I never really got along well with her because I always had preconceived her as the devil.
Maybe…maybe we could be friends.
I wondered about being friends with Amy as she turned and slowly trudged through the door Satoshi and Aiba had run out of a considerable amount of time before.
I’m convinced that they’re running.
That’s what happens when you send two idiots on a voyage of love.
Tired of sitting in a bench I walk up to the door and look out of it. Nino’s sister joins me, as does Sho.
Other than us, only our parents are here and that really weird wedding planner, I can’t believe one of my friends actually recommended him. He’s such a weirdo, no wonder he employs promiscuous assistants. I could swear they were sleeping together. Or else why would he be so upset when he found out Toma was making out with Nino?
After ten whole minutes I see three people running towards the church.
Oh god…they really ARE running. I thought Nino would be more intelligent than that but he probably just wanted to save the money for the cab.
The three whiz past us and stop running only when the reach the altar. Ohno smiles at Nino, panting all the while before suddenly swooping down on him with a kiss.
Ugh. I could do without the PDA. Aiba starts screeching that they aren’t supposed to do that yet and literally drags Ohno away from Nino.
Nino blushes but he’s panting happily, face glowing, radiating mirth.
Aiba gladly takes the place of the minister who had long since left offended at being apparently mocked at this ridiculous excuse of a wedding. Well good riddance to you.
Sho takes off his coat and hangs it on Nino’s shoulder, who to my dismay is still wearing those ratty clothes I had found him in this morning when I went to make that video.
Aiba starts making up vows including Nature and Love and God and dissing the state, saying how its stupid how a marriage made out of love is not recognized. He asks us, “Isn’t that just stupid?” twice. We nod both times and Nino and Ohno just stare at each other like happy, sappy couples do.
I’m starting to think that this was all a mistake. Ohno and Amy were never this sickly sweet.
And finally they get to the “I do’s”
Nino’s POV
I’ve always dreaded my best friend’s wedding.
Wished it to never happen.
Aiba giggles, “You may now kiss the bride.”
Ohno smiles mischievously before cupping my face and kissing me deeply.
I don’t know what I was afraid of.
Fin
A/N: Okay that’s the Finale. HoneyMoon Epilogue and Two JunMa SideStories to go. I will promote the epilogue but not the sidestories on the fic comms <3