Sorry about this... my inner Hakkai/Yaone fangirl hasn't been out for a while and she took this opportunity to break free.
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Gojyo knows that he's in love with her when the one kiss he gets tastes like betrayal.
It's her wedding day, and she doesn't have a wedding. No lucky red dress, no church, no cadre of pretty, pretty bridesmaids that he could seduce.
It's just Yaone, her soon-to-be husband, her best closest friend, and the bastard in love with her.
They're standing in Chang'an's city hall, Hakkai filling out forms in his perfect teacher printing, kanji written as clear as blood on white walls.
Yaone is blushing with happiness, wearing a silken sari in the same shade as her hair.
In the moments before the bored official signs the papers, Dokugakuji squeezes her tight, whispering something in her ear. Gojyo kisses her, just the corner of her mouth, praying she doesn't taste the longing, and then she's out of his arms, reaching out to Hakkai and holding his hand like she's never going to let go, as the justice of the peace pronouces them husband and wife.
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Gojyo knows that he's in love with her when the one kiss he gets tastes like betrayal.
It's her wedding day, and she doesn't have a wedding. No lucky red dress, no church, no cadre of pretty, pretty bridesmaids that he could seduce.
It's just Yaone, her soon-to-be husband, her best closest friend, and the bastard in love with her.
They're standing in Chang'an's city hall, Hakkai filling out forms in his perfect teacher printing, kanji written as clear as blood on white walls.
Yaone is blushing with happiness, wearing a silken sari in the same shade as her hair.
In the moments before the bored official signs the papers, Dokugakuji squeezes her tight, whispering something in her ear. Gojyo kisses her, just the corner of her mouth, praying she doesn't taste the longing, and then she's out of his arms, reaching out to Hakkai and holding his hand like she's never going to let go, as the justice of the peace pronouces them husband and wife.