Akashi x Reader x Kagami: It's Time (P7) *1ST END*

A beautiful girl adorned in a white, chiffon wedding dress with lace, her hair up in a braided bun, looks intently at you: she's you. Momoi is piping cheerfully at your side. "You look amazing, (Name)!" She hugs you. "Now just let me," she grabs a brush, "put a little touch up makeup here and there!" She winks.

You smile gleefully in return. "Thank you, Satsuki." Fumbling with your bare hands nervously, your voice wavers as you ask, "Hey, do you think I'm making a mistake?" You look her unflinchingly in the eyes. "Marrying Seijuro, that is."

The pinkette's eyes widen, then relax, her lips in a tight line. "(Name)-chan..." She clasps her hands around yours. "Akashi loves you! Don't get cold feet now!" She brightens up her expression when she realizes she is making a grumpy face at you. "Besides, you love him too, right?" She tilts her head to the side, her pink fringes falling to the right as well. "He would do anything for you."

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Akashi smiles--borderline sinister--into the mirror, straightening his tie. "From today on, (Name) will be mine, forever." 

A loud thump lands right outside his mahogany door. "Come in, but knock politely next time," the red-head warns, his eyes not straying from himself in the looking-glass. The butler strides in. 

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. Please forgive me for my insolence," the older man says in a matter-of-fact tone, bowing graciously. "I am here to inform you of the current preparations: they are ready."

The Emperor turns around to face him. "I see," he murmurs, looking down at his watch, "and my bride?" 

The butler hesitates. "She is nearly ready, sir."

"Make sure she is ready in 10 minutes," the red-head orders. In his mind, the plan unfurled and began brewing. 

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You shot up off your chair. "I'm ready!"

Momoi giggles, gleefully slapping your arm. "That's good, (Name)! I knew you'd pull through!" 

"Well," you counter sarcastically, "we can't be too sure, now." She laughs. "Sure, (Name)-chan, we CAN be sure! You love him, and he LOVES you." She winks, smiling. 

You beam, blushing. "All right, all right! You win, Satsuki!" Momoi grins and can't hold back her joy as she nearly pounces on you.

"The bride is ready!" she rejoices, hugging you tightly. Taking your arm, the pinkette drags you out the door and into the wide hallway leading to the large room in which many people--family, friends, and business partners of Akashi--await your entrance. Your best friend shoves you in front of the large wooden doors. "It's time!" she ecstatically whispers. "Go on, now!" Sucking in air, then blowing it out with your chest, you grasp the handles and open the doors, as your heart beats erratically in your chest, an irregular rhythm beating against the drum of your rib cage.

As you enter, all others' eager anticipating eyes are fixated on you, glued to the sight of such an angelic beauty: you are a gorgeous spectacle to behold. Your hair is professionally done, by Momoi, in a braided bun; white heels accompany your white chiffon dress with lace. Taking your first step onto the red carpeted aisle toward the front, you nervously glance at your groom who stares intently at you, captivated by your beauty. You then keep your eyes on the groom, for looking around the room reminded you that you were the one whom everyone else waited for, as everyone else looked on at you.

For the first time in a long time, there was nothing but pure happiness in Akashi's expression, innocent true love in his eyes. Each step you took felt as if you were crossing stepping stones across the vast ocean. Finally, you were almost at his side, and you took one last stride.

Akashi leans slightly toward your ear adjacent to him. "You look amazing." A hot, red blush covered your face. He smiles.     

You begin thinking of all the good times you shared with Akashi, but the overwhelming bad times flooded your thoughts: his possessiveness, his obsessive behavior, his sadistic pleasures, and your pain. A tear rolled down your cheek; but the thought of Kagami entered, and you quickly gained heart. Kagami Taiga. Guiltily and selfishly, you hope he came for you. 

The pastor cleared his throat. He just asked you a question, but you weren't quite sure what because you just snapped out of your daydream. "Y-ye--"

"STOP THE WEDDING!" the man you've secretly been waiting for demanded, as he burst through the doors running. Gasps and murmuring erupted throughout the room. Akashi turned to face the man with haste, glaring daggers of fury into his figure.

Your groom chuckles maliciously, his face contorting with anger. "I was hoping this would not happen, but I knew it would." He held up his right arm, as if to wave to someone, and eight burly men clad in black suits scurried over to intercept Kagami in the aisle. Kagami stopped abruptly, narrowly avoiding crashing into one of the guards. He looks up, finding that the ceiling is quite high, so he takes a few strides back to the puzzlement of the guards and the guests; he runs and leaps over the eight guards, sweat glistening on his skin, rolling off his body and into the air.

Just as he landed, the guards rushed over and tackled him down; they were pressing him to the ground. "(NAME)! I LOVE YOU! DON'T MARRY AKASHI!" Kagami looks into your eyes fearfully, afraid of losing you permanently, while he remains pinned to the floor.

Your husband-to-be walks up behind you, pulling you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. "She is mine. She is to be Akashi (Name)," he breathes down your neck. 

Worry creases your face, and you reluctantly pry his arms off, as you spin around to place your forehead against his while caressing his shocked face with your warm hands. "Seijuro," you place a chaste kiss on his lips, "I love you, but we can't be together." With that, you leave his side and trot over to the taller red-head still pinned down. "Let him go." The men immediately scattered to the far sides of the large room. 

You kneel down, offering a hand. "Kaga-kun," you endearing greet, smiling. "I've been waiting." Kagami's face is flushed a dark crimson red. He pulls you down, causing you to fall on top of him as he grabs your hair and smacks his lips onto yours. 

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It's been a year since you almost married Akashi. Since then you've moved out of his place and back to your own home, in which you've installed new security precautions. Fortunately, Akashi let you go for good, and the weight on your shoulders and your heart lifted. 

The smell of your favorite dish wafted through the kitchen and into your nostrils, luring you close to your boyfriend; there he is, dressed in black pants with an apron and slippers. You walk up to him and kiss his bare back. "Hey, Kaga-kun!" He blushes furiously.

"Please don't do that, (Name). If I lose control, I might--" you crane your neck up to silence him with a kiss.

"Maybe I want you to lose control," you purred into his ear. He jumps up, dropping a spatula.

"Don't tease me," he protests, kissing your cheek, before kneeling down to pick up the cooking utensil.

Still in the kneeling position, with one knee down, he pulls out a little white box from the pocket in his apron. Your heart beats dramatically in your chest, as you are conscious of how loud it is thumping away. "I love you. Thank you for choosing me. Will you marry me, (Name)?" he winks, beaming.

"Yes, Kagami Taiga!" you respond, dropping down to place butterfly kisses all over his face, jumping on him and knocking him over to his delight.