Hizashi Yamada was crying.
The warmth and wet trickled down his cheeks and into his mouth as he smiled. They tasted salty but for once he didn't notice as he was focused on one thing only. Frozen in place, he was barely breathing as he watched the woman he loved walking towards him in a beautiful lavender dress that matched her tail striping. He had insisted on a western style wedding, and was glad that they had observed the customs that led up to it, including them not being able to see each other. If he had caught a glimpse of her beforehand, he would have dissolved into tears then. Now, it was expected as most of the guests, friends and some family, did the same.
He bit his lip and blinked hard, extending a trembling hand to her as she reached the end of the carpet near him. He noticed hers was just as shaky and smiled, lifting it to his mouth to kiss. She reached up and brushed some of the wetness on his cheeks away with a smile. He took that hand as well.
They paused for a moment, hands entwined, before turning towards the first step of their new future together.
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