Tobirama:

I didn't tell him because I didn't receive any other text.

And I honestly just forgot in the bliss of planning our wedding.

Izuna was adorable.

Once, he just stopped dead carrying a laundry bag.

What? I asked.

I can't believe I'm going to wedding cake taste testing with a former mafia boss.

I had laughed so much at this that I had laid down on the floor and cried.

And then gone to stuff my face with cake and then my fiancé's dick.

Then, the day after the wedding, I got a text again.

And I asked Izuna for a date on the weekend, to the cafe where I'd first met Emil, and I would tell him about the situation.

I was so scared.

Izuna:

I closed my eyes as I felt Cassandra's gentle hands pull up the zipper of my dress.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly.

I turned round. She looked absolutely gorgeous, like a mix of a fire goddess and Jessica Rabbit with her thick, naturally red hair in waves and a beautiful dark jade dress.

"I have never been so nervous and happy at the same time", I said. "I can't describe it."

She smiled at me, took my face in her hands. "I'm so sorry for all that has happened to you, Izuna... He would have loved to see you like this, even if it wasn't him you were marrying."

We stood quiet then, both thinking about the same person. I couldn't help but think that it could've been him I was marrying if he hadn't died that night Tobirama revealed his identity to me.

I grabbed my beautiful bouquet of white flowers with loads of greens, took a deep breath and took a look in the mirror for the first time since I stepped out of the shower that morning.

"Oh, my God", I breathed.

I didn't recognize myself. The dress was absolutely gorgeous on me, I had to admit. It was a soft creme colour, with long sleeves, and was made of silk and covered in a thin lace in a floral pattern. It was cut out so it showed off my collarbones, and hugged the soft curves of my stomach and hips and had a fishtail with soft tulle that touched the floor. It had cost me a fortune, and it showed. My face was done with a very subtle makeup, the base making my skin clear and pearly, with a hint of a smokey eye and long lashes. The lipgloss made my full lips even fuller. And my entire face was framed by a soft, loose updo with loose ringlets of hair falling down the sides. I put my hand to my mouth, my nails meticulously shaped and painted in a nude polish by myself that morning. I was completely bare of jewellery, except my engagement ring. I looked like a bride, not like a man in a wedding dress.

I had never felt so beautiful in my life, and all I wanted was to run out to Tobirama and show him.

"What do you think Tobes will think?" I asked Cassandra.

Cassandra didn't even answer such a question.

I had gotten dressed in a hotel room connected to the beautiful beach hotel where our wedding would take place. We had decided to have it in their orangery that was enormous, high in ceiling and completely made of glass, and had been decorated with lightbulbs and flowers that matched my bouquet of white and jade, with white chairs with terracotta chiffon ribbons. It was beautiful.

Deciding how Tobirama would have his first look at me was the hardest decision we had to make when planning the whole thing, but in the end, we decided that I would walk down the aisle alone, while he stood at the podium, waiting for me.

I had fantasied about this moment for so long, but now, it was going to happen, it felt surreal. I was so nervous I wanted to throw up, or shove an entire tub of ice cream into my mouth. Either would do.

I took a deep breath, pushed my shoulders back. There were eighty guests, but my mind was on one man, and one man only.

As Chris started playing a beautiful melody on his violin, I opened the door to the orangery, and my eyes searched until they found his in the front on the podium.

And we locked our gazes together.

Tobirama's entire face crumbled up, and he sunk down to his knees and hid his face in his hands.

The entire audience sighed, and I started crying, so much so that I forgot to walk.

"Izuna, move!!" I heard Cassandra yell, and I started walking on my heels once more.

I saw Tobirama collecting himself, standing up, his best man, one of Chris's friends he'd bonded with, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. The last distance, I literally ran to him, and he took me in his open arms. The guests laughed warmly at this, but not an eye was dry as we hugged and cried, hiding our faces in each other's bodies.

"You look beautiful", he whispered.

"You are so handsome", I squealed back.

And he was.

He was wearing a black velvet suit that was obviously tailor-made, and a crisp white shirt underneath. He had flowers in his breast pocked that matched my bouquet. He wore his red stripes, but other than that, he was completely bare of makeup, and his hair wasn't its usual mess but very tidy. He wore his thick black-rimmed glasses. He was so beautiful it made me ugly-cry for the entire ceremony.

We had conventional vows, but had decided to also write our own, that we would read to each other on the beach in the evening. Before I knew it, we were wed, husbands, and Tobirama looked at me in awe as the man who wed us declared us married.

"You may kiss the bride- Ehm, I mean, the... Groom?"

Tobirama took my face in his hands and kissed me and there was so much behind that kiss it made my heart ache. I took my bouquet in one hand and threw my arms around him as he lifted me up, twirled me round.

I knew I was not only ready to marry this man; I was ready to be married to him, and when I vowed myself to him, I vowed myself to him forever, not as someone to marry, but as someone to be married with.