Flash Marriage : Another

Sakuya had a direct hand in their wedding arrangements.

The day of the wedding approached.

The past two weeks she persevered till the end, in her eyes their marriage was just like a show. Her mood soured as she saw some people she did not want to see. She felt her sight was being marred.

Amongst the stage there was one man she immediately noticed she did not want to see being pushed onto the stage. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinising the figure.

So the man who did not care at all about her or mother was here.

She felt like a large doll at her wedding, going here and there, she had to laugh and not just laugh but be reserved and give a dignified smile.

At last she held hands with Madara with a faint smile. However when her gaze moved over to the person next to her mother her smile disappeared, noticing her odd behaviour caused Madara to squeeze her hand gently asking her in a voice only she could hear, who is that person?

"In the biological sense that man is my b.a.s.t.a.r.d of a father" She did not recall inviting such a hateful man. Madara suddenly raised his hand and pinched her face telling her to relax.

"You relax a bit, it"s nothing terrible"

Everyone in the wedding hall was drawn by his intimate actions. The atmosphere could be called as serious as his obvious, arbitrary and solemn action attracted people"s attention. There was a slight murmuring among the hall, it didn"t matter to either whether it was well-intention-ed or malicious.

The surrounding air felt less stuffy and her face and body relaxed slightly. She could not deny that he was quite good at regulating the atmosphere.

Later on, according to numerous eye witnesses his eyes that were on her eyes were tenderly enough to drown a person. Admiring his superb talent in the magnificent realm of acting she had to commend him on his acting, she thought that he would have no trouble becoming an actor.

From beginning to the end she did not spare even a glance at her father, whether accidentally meeting his eyes or directly glancing, looking at him would only make her feel disgusted.

She took the ring and smoothly placed it on the ring finger of Madara, his fingers were slender, short rounded nails and appealed to her aesthetic senses.

*FL has somewhat of a hand fetish ?

Whilst lost in her thoughts, Madara suddenly raised her face up and gently kissed her lips. Although this was supposed to be romantic, she wanted to throttle him on spot. She quickly calmed her nerves, it could not have been helped anyway.

*FL first kiss!

His lips left hers with a subtle smile on his face, he simply said "concentrate a little", his eyes watched her with mirth.

The next step was to make a toast, although she has never got drunk in her life nonetheless she had to act out her role as a timid bride. She did not drink much and followed Madara at his side. He could be considered as a good drinker, earning a tiny speck of her admiration.

After they finished giving their respects to their relatives, cla.s.smates and friends, she inadvertently glanced at Madara beside her who appeared very gentle, devoted and affectionate at the moment.

Among his friends, most of the men seemed more masculine and quite a few with feminine features, this caused her to doubt his role. As a fellow member of the anime bandwagon she was familiar with shounen ai and yaoi.

Previously she had always thought he was a "top" and two weeks ago she recalled the beautiful man he was with, she had regarded them as a couple but todays event was making her unsure.

So many masculine men came to tease the groom...Could it be Madara is a bottom? In her mind she was shocked by her new theory. She looked him at him top to bottom, she still could not figure out what his taste were in men.

It was difficult to see the beauty of a manly man and young boy couple, just imagining him with an older man made her almost spit out her wine.

"Why is that beautiful young man not here today?" She covertly asked.

Madara wore a huge question mark on his face for her to see "What beautiful young man?"

"The last time Sakuya was drunk, you told him to go on his own" Seira responded.

Madara scornfully gazed at her "What about him?"

"..." she did not know how to explain without directly telling him that when he is with these people she could not determine his position.

"Perhaps I am mistaken but are you not lovers?" She asked, this time it was Madara who almost choked on his wine.

She learnt later that his friends were unaware of his s.e.xual orientation. It seems he was still in the closet, maybe that is why his lover was also a secret, hence his absence.

Thinking about it, she was determined he was a top. In the bridal chamber, it was filled with his group of friends pa.s.sionate and boisterous teasing.

Likewise, the situation reversed as she was teased, all the while Madara would choose a particular position to comfortably stand by, watching her in amus.e.m.e.nt. A smirk gracing his handsome features.

Eventually everyone quietly left the room, she called Sakuya other than her everyone left. She found out from her that it was dear mother"s final decision that got him invited, that sc.u.m.

She was unsatisfied with todays uninvited guests.

It was Madara who told her to not mind her and excuse herself. Seeing that Seira was not in the mood to talk he let her be, lest she loathe him more than she already did.

Today was tiring, Madara changed out of his clothes and got ready for a bath.