His Plan, My Execution

Chapter 9: White night.

"How come the bath is not ready yet? PEOPLE, WE HAVE 2 HOURS AND SHE'S NOT EVEN DRESSED YET!!!" The head maid yelled.

To be honest, although it was in Japanese it sounded English to me. I am just too zoned out of it today.

True. It was kind of my idea to marry him, I agreed to it even with those rules. I knew the consequences... But... I just can't bring myself to be joyful like everyone else.

After 10 minutes they put me in a milk bath filled with sakura petals (A/N: 'sakura' are cherry blossoms). It was nice on the body, very smoothing, relaxing. I could feel my skin more delicate than usual. 

The maids gently washed my body and hair. Dried me off and start brushing my hair up after drying them. My hair was put into Icho-gaeshi style (A/N: a bun that looks like a butterfly in the back).

Then they started putting Shiromuku on me (A/N: a pure white kimono worn during traditional weddings through the ceremony) I was deep in thoughts and when I was about to sigh and took a deep breath in, they tightened the obi around my waist. (A/N: Obi is kind of a belt/corset) I couldn't breath normally and was forced to take shallow breaths.

They did my natural make up with a red dot on my lower lip. Everyone around me was adoring my innocent, modest look. And I. I shed one single tear, as I saw myself in the mirror. Not becuase of how beautiful I looked, or how everyone is admiring me, or the fact that today is my wedding. But becuase it is an empty action. Because I am alone. Becuase I am to give my soul and body to the devil. But this is something that I will not regret.

~~During ceremony~~

I can her some muffled voice. I assume it is the temple priest. I can't hear a thing as I am in a daze. My mind is blank and I am aware of what is going on aroind me... But I can't force myself to show any signs of life. I just stand there like a doll. 

I lift my ice cold hand to put on his. My fingers are numb from coldness and blue-ish from drained blood.

He gently takes my hand into his and slowly draws circles on the back of my hand with his thumb... As if... As if he is trying to comfort me. His hand is warm and rough but gentle. It ignites sparks tingling in my fingers and I start to relax. 

The priest wraps the red rope (A/N: red ropes/strings are seen as string of fate that bides two together. They are usually said to be tied on pinkies by the gods.) around our entangled hands. As he does that I look at the man who is now my husband, who does the same. I give him a small, sad smile with one, single, sorrowful tear running down my cheek bidding my goodbyes to the young, innocent girl I once was. 

~~After the ceremony~~

I already changed into ichourika (A/N: A kimono that usually has the colours of the family she's joining) we did the formalities and greetings. I've met all of his members and will never remember their names... That is for sure. I couldn't even remember my classmates' names after 5 years.

I am still dazes by the fact that I am 19 years old and already married. But the exauhstion from today's events are killing me... And I have to take this damn kimono off. I just want to lay down in my futon and go to sleep.

After taking a shower I walk out in my PJ's and see that my room screen and futon are gone. And he is laying in bed... Blanked covering his lower body. I have a clear view on his well toned body.

That is when it hit me. THE WEDDING NIGHT. I completely forgot! The nerves woke me up and I started to burst with adrenaline. I stayed in place trying to hug myself.

"What are you doing?" he asked me as he is assessing me.

"I-I... Do we have to do it now?" My voice was shaky.

No offence. He is handsome, even sexy. Any woman would lust over him. I admit. But... I am not ready. Not ready to give him myself. Not yet.

"I just wanted to scare you a little. Don't worry sweathearts. But we will sleep in one bed from now on. I am tired of stepping over you." He said looking at his phone.

Phew. I gave a sigh of relief and stepped over to his - sorry... Our bed.

"When is or was your period?" He asks unfased.

I shot my head at him with wide eyes. Like what the hell?? I am literally speechless... Why? What?

"I asked you a question."

I am taken back. "Ah... I don't know why but my periods are irregular. Why?" I asked.

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, leans closer so I am trapped underneath him and I hold my breath.

"We will have s*x 2 weeks after your period. That will be the best time." He whispered in my ear with his husky voice.

I immediately felt my cheecks getting hot and insides tingle.

Oh... Riiight... My mum also told me that after 2 weeks from her period a woman is freaking horny and there are high chances of having a boy. Great. I wonder... How will I fight looking like a whale? f**k it.

I cover myself with the sheets and hear hin chuckle. I drift off into darkness recalling my family's faces feeling a hint of guilt