Pink

Several hours ago they had been proclaimed a husband and a wife. Ikuto didn’t waste his time and ran away from their wedding party, not forgetting to take his beloved lady with him. “Where are we going, Ikuto?” she asked while panting, running down a long red-carpeted corridor in her wedding gown. He squeezed her hand and smiled at the bride. “It’s a surprise. Now, close your eyes, koishii,” the young man stopped and took a pink ribbon out of the inner pocket of his white wedding tuxedo. He put the ribbon on her gentle face, covering her eyes. “What is it for?” she spoke in annoyance, catching her husband’s playful mood. “You’ll see,” was his melodic answer, before he lifted her up in a bridal-style and continued running down the corridor with a wide Cheshire cat’s grin. Ikuto didn’t let her take off the ribbon neither in the car not in the plane. All she could do was guessing what he was up to. After some hours of flight, happy Tsukiyomi led his destined girl into some building; and only after using an elevator he allowed her to take off the blindfold. “You know, you start getting on my nerves, Tsukiyomi!” she hissed, finally opening her golden eyes and glaring at the smirking man. But before she could utter any other word, he hurried to take her in his arms in a bridal-style again and walk through an opened door of an apartment. “This is my wedding present for you, my little bird!” he exclaimed and caught her lips in a light kiss, which he gratefully answered. Amu’s eyes widened in surprise when she noticed the décor of the apartment. Everything was in pink coloures, even the floor was made of light-pink marble. The décor was very glamorous and bright. “Lots of European designers worked together to create this alluring atmosphere,” the young man said enthusiastically, still holding his petite wife in his arms. “Do you like it?” The girl nodded rapidly several times still looking around in disbelief. “We will live here often when we go on business trips,” he continued, walking them to another room, which looked more like a glamorous bedroom with a king-sized bed in the middle. “By the way, it’s my favourite room…” Ikuto sighed joyfully, a hint of fervor could be heard in that sigh of his. “You mean, you are going to live here when you are on an assignment,” she spoke, trying to get a clear answer. “No,” the young man shook his head, “from now on I’m taking you with me. Yoru will live with Amy during the period of our absence. I have already solved this problem.” Amu could only arch her eyebrows in bewilderment, before Ikuto started to laugh and then swirl them, getting her loud squeals of objections: “Put me down, you insane! You may drop me!” And it happened on his will. He purposely let them both fall on a giant soft bed. “After you have tied your life with mine, I will never let you fall,” he whispered his emotional vow in her sensitive neck as he was lying on top of her. Then the young head of the family lifted his face up and looked at the beauty he had finally owned, but then he froze in his position. He wanted to remember this moment, to burn the image of her, wearing that fabulous white wedding gown, in his memories forever. Ikuto’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he swallowed in anticipation. If only she knew how absolutely adorable and appetizing she looked right now, laying on those pink sheets in her puffy wedding dress! Amu smiled mischievously at him and pulled down her husband’s face, which expressed visible admiration, towards her seductive lips of sakura colour. Her eyes were showing so many emotions and it made them look like sparkling ember in the sunlight. The next moment their lips met in a sensual dance of love and gentleness. No matter what they were doing that night, but believe us, that starting from that day, their life went perfectly and freely. It was as smooth as those silky pink sheets they were lying on during their honey-moon. By the way, today Amu didn’t care about what part of the world her husband took her to spend the first night of their married life. She would think about it later… …when the morning comes.

Owari