Author: Chauni

RP session: TMW, Kazu

Notes: A happy fic! My God, the shock of it all! A piece dedicated to Sha and PC; enjoy you two!

Waterproof

Truly, waterproof mascara must be the world’s greatest invention, without a doubt. I have found that it is simply one of those items that I cannot live without, that final touch on something already painstakingly put together, analyzed, and touched up. It’s a finisher, but just as important as a base, or a main course.

And it’s perfect for days like today. Damnit, I still haven’t stopped getting glassy-eyed, large glittering chips of crystal coating my icicle irises like a December morning. And for once, for one blessed time, they are brought about for happy reasons only.

And thanks to wonderful “science” of waterproofing, my mascara isn’t budging.

My hair is fixed up, high, threaded through with pearls to contrast the sable ringlets. I had been going for a Greek Goddess look, one which I though I achieved rather nicely. But that’s me being cocky. Or nervous. Both, I believe.

My dress is a simple design; a piece I created myself during peculiar nights when I kicked Grem out of the house so I could sew. Long and satin, sections ran up the side, bare and open aside from the fine lace I had managed to come across while out on a whim. The front is low, leaving my shoulders and collarbones nude for the sole grace of the dying sunlight and my beloved’s eyes. I’m bare foot, ankles wrapped in thin golden ankle chains and toes decorated with small rings, and my remaining jewelry is non-existent other than a pearl string wrapped tight around my throat. My arms are clasped tightly with matching satin wraps, each threaded around my middle fingers; just that ending piece that gave me a slightly more… elegant look.

And my makeup is subtle. Soft. Complete with waterproof mascara.

I can feel my fingers shaking, trembling with tiny earthquakes, and I can’t help but wring my hands in hopes that it will either slow or stop. In five minutes and thirty seconds, I will be swearing my life to Grem, binding myself to him until eternity reaches an inevitable end. In five minutes and thirty seconds, I will walk out of this little condo room and walk down the beech, fine grains of sand slipping between my toes as the sun is consumed by the hungry ocean. In five minutes and thirty seconds, the water will wash over the gold about my feet, and he will hold my hand, and all the stars along all the planes will line up solely for us.

In five minutes and thirty seconds, I will become Mrs. Gremory… Mrs. Grem…

…Or maybe he can take my last name and become Mister Gremory Takeuchi. Hmm, I will really have to discuss that with him, although I probably should have before now. I wonder how many things I really should have checked out first before this. Is there paperwork I should have filled out? People I should have talked to, like marriage counselors or religious icons?

Okay, my nerves need to calm down, right now.

Three minutes now. Three, and here I never thought anyone would want to marry me. My father used to scream and shriek at me over what a failure I was, how fucked up, how no one would ever love me. I would be shunned, he had claimed; I would be hated, and die a lonely, shattered soul with no one to give a damn enough to even mourn my passing. See my mother’s funeral? All the people there? I would not have that for me, all because I loved a man.

But I met Gremory and everything…just changed. It wasn’t a chance meeting like in those romantic comedy movies; it wasn’t just some sort of accident. Our paths had been decreed to cross long before my bloodline had been created, but it was fortune that braided the roads together into an inseparable plait. Pure love thrust out from pure hate. Ironic that here we stood, when initially we were decreed to slaughter one another like in a badly played out gladiator movie and…here..now..

Two minutes. I peek my head out the door to the private beech, all ours as far as the eye can see, uninterrupted, smooth, clean. So few places were as sacred and precious as this beach, a place without worry of people yelling, or broken glass shards wedged between grains of sand and driftwood. It was perfect, perfect and ours.

The water was blazing, a conflagration that mirrored that of the sky. Some twenty-feet down with bare feet being licked by the hungry fiery tongues of water, lingered the man I was vowing my life to, pledging a love that would last until the end of time. Strange, since we really don’t need this, since we both know the truth of it all anyway, that we’re still going to bind ourselves in fancy clothes and hold hands as the ocean slowly consumes the light. All because I am a hopeless romantic. He did this, all of this…for…me.

Mascara. Oh, God, waterproof mascara is a glorious thing!

A minute and a half. Even from here, I can see Grem turning slowly, midnight eyes searching out where I timidly stand in the doorway. What is going through his head, flickering in and out and across his gray matter like electrical charges? What is he fearing, what is he thinking, what is making him up in this very moment?

Does he have regrets? Any, at all?

I almost begin to chew on my bottom lip, but I stop myself before I can smear lipstick on my teeth; how embarrassing that would be! I open the door a little more, nervous smile painted across my palmers, my fingers shaking around the four lilies that were twined together by a white ribbon; my bouquet, small and elegant and picked up by me as we passed a little flower shop nestled in the corner of some Italian village. Grem is looking at me, staring through me, and I hope…hope he knows…hope he realizes…that in this moment, I love him, and that love will only grow forever more, boundless and free.

Mr. and Mrs. Gremory Takeuchi. That has a nice ring to it.

Thirty seconds and I’m walking out the door. No fear, no worry, no second questions or butterflies lighting about along my insides like the height of summer. Just comfort, and the realization that everything in the world is so…perfect.

The sand is a smooth carpet of silk beneath my feet, and Grem is replacing the sun in my eyes. The world is on fire.

And again, I thank God for waterproof mascara.

The End