I don't usually post fanfiction here but I guess time's had changed. Anywayss I wrote this one out of boredom, but let me know what you think. This is also basically a crosspost from AO3
"Sword for the aisle"
A huge door began to open before the pink-clad, warm light seeping between the wood. She squinted, instinctively raising her hand as the beam of sunlight washed over her. She looked around, adjusting her eyes from the light, when an aisle slowly revealed itself. She was in a church.
She looked around, the sunlight refracting on the stained glass windows, illuminating the floor with its colors.
Her foot hovered over the floor for a second, before finally stepping inside. She looked around, her pace slow and gentle, analyzing each empty chair she passes by.
Half way through she began to see a few people getting up from their seats, she looked at them, everyone wore a blissful smile, but none of them had any clear features, where their faces were almost blurry. But she didn't back away, there was no fear, instead she felt a warm sensation of familiarity from each one.
She continued to walk further, her pace slowing down a bit, curious what's behind the blinding lights across the aisle. But then she felt rough fabric brushed against her hand, she looked down and saw her feet vanish from a white dress's hem. She stopped walking and tried to process what had happened, looking at herself, she realized she's wearing a gown now, and on her hands was a bouquet of white and pink flowers.
Her eyes widened, but she continued the walk, her lips slightly tugging upward. Soon she was just a few meters away from the altar, where the familiar faces beside her began taking clearer form. She now recognizes them all.
On her right was the girl that gave her hope when her own faith began to fade. The sister she'd always wanted, the girl in a yellow dress smiled brightly "congratulations Mako-chan!" Mako smiled and nodded, a tear starting to glisten on the corner of her eyes
Then on her left was the three boys, who supported and respected her like their own sister "we wish you all the best Mako" "he's a very lucky guy, Mako-chan" "good luck nee-san" she giggled smiling at the trio.
Then right before them was an old man, he went to her side and walked her through the aisle "I'm a bit late" he chuckled, his arm slung around hers. "You know you've always reminded me of my own late daughter, I can't believe I'm walking one of my girls once again.." Hikoma mumbled, wiping away the tear from his cheek.
When they've finally reached the altar, a tall man stood before her. Jii eventually loosens his hold "I wish you both pure happiness" he said gesturing his hands for her to continue and then lowered his head for a bow. Mako bowed back and turned to the altar, but she didn't step up the stairs yet.
Her eyes shifted to the flowers on her hands, then on the man in front of her. He hasn't turned around yet, and she had no clue who it was, the white light shining against him, turned him into a silhouette, making it harder for her to focus on his features.
She turned around, looking through the crowd, Kotoha, Chiaki, Ryunoske, Genta, jii and even the princess is with them. But one particular face hasn't showed up. She turned back to the man, her eyes fixated on her groom's back, his stance, his hair, even the back of his neck. Something inside her is secretly hoping it was someone she knew.
"Mako" a voice called out, snapping her from her thoughts. "Mako!" She looked up and in a split second she saw him—
Mako's eyes snapped open, she sat up and gasped for air, breathing heavily as she lets the oxygen flow back into her lungs. She held her chest, her eyes blood shot. Then suddenly a hand rubbed her back, attempting to calm her down, she then turned her head beside her, and realized who it was. "Takeru...?" The man nodded "can you get up?"
She looked at him, his own face was bruised and dripping with blood. She looked around, as dust and smoke hung in the air, finding herself back at the battlefield. She then looked at her legs, for some reason she can't feel anything on her left. She looked at him and almost nodded but she ended just looking down and mumbled a no.
Takeru didn't said a word, but his eyes drifted towards her leg. when suddenly, Mako felt a strong push from her back, turns out he had pulled her towards him, causing her face to land on his chest. Takeru swung his sword and parried against an ambush from behind her, shielding them both from a nanashi's attack.
Mako stayed perfectly still, letting him guide her body to safety, afraid to even move a little, as if she's going to ruin his momentum and get both of them killed. Eventually Takeru had managed to finish it off with his shinkenmaru. Sensing the danger gone, Mako pushed him away slightly. "Where's the others—" before she could finish, Takeru sheathed his sword, and shifted his arms under her legs, carrying her bridally.
Mako's eyes widened, her mouth tried to say something but nothing came out. Her hands over his shoulders, trying not to add more weight, even though in reality it was pointless.
As he walked, She looked at his face, and didn't find him bothered about it. However for some reason, it was a lot harder for her to ignore their titles now, which is ironic because she never really cared about the whole "lord" and "retainers" thing. All she knew is that everyone was doing their best to protect humanity, no one was more or less than one another. But right now, everything seems to contradict her beliefs, feeling a bit of shame for letting him carry her like that.
Takeru turned to her "the kurokos had taken the rest back at the manor, if you remember... We were the only ones left, to deal with the gedoushu, but I guess that last attack had pushed you too much to your limits"
"Oh, I...can recall" she replied, avoiding his eyes, her cheeks heating up slightly from the sudden eye contact. "I'm glad you're alright, I thought I lost you too back there" he followed with a smile, before shifting his eyes back on the trail. She turned to him. Shocked to hear the words, knowing how less articulative he is with his emotions, this was something new to her. A smile tugged back up on the corner of her lips.
"Takeru..." She mumbled. The man hummed in response, "thanks...for you know..." "for what?" He replied, adjusting her weight slightly. "For...looking out for everyone, for me.." she said, the last line coming out more of a whisper, Takeru's smile faltered a bit "I barely did" he said sternly.
Mako rolled her eyes "it's enough you showed you care, what you did back there, and carrying me right now is worth a gratitude" she said with a nod, patting his back a bit. "This is bare minimum, and it's the least I could do for all of you who constantly put your lives at risks for my sake"
Mako fell silent, his words realigning her beliefs back from her previous doubts. For a minute she pondered about it, thinking deeply in his arms. Takeru sensing her silence, spoke up again "if the day comes, get yourself a guy who's baseline is to protect and respect you"
Mako turned to him her brows creased in confusion "well that came out of the blue" Takeru chuckled, which confused the pink samurai more, "didn't you want to be a housewife someday? Don't settle on someone who can only do absolute minimum on special occasions" Mako didn't reply, her gaze shifting towards the threes across her, as her thumb rubbed against the fabric of his shirt "they'll just take advantage of your kindness and feed off your hard work while they give little to nothing back"
Mako huffed a slight laugh, "I know what kind of guy I want, I have my own standards" Takeru turned to her slightly, "I'm sure you do" he replied, followed up with a slight smile.
Mako didn't defy, or question further, she simply looked away, while a smile tried to escape her lips, her thoughts returned to the man who had called her out from the altar.
