[Miki] Color The Sky

Here, have some Miki art by Drawbro: http://i.imgur.com/2hXe0.jpg

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Color The Sky


"Hisao, get your ass in gear! We're going to be late!" Typical Miki. She doesn't even know where I'm taking her on our anniversary dinner tonight, yet she's yelling at me to get ready faster. The reservation is for 7:30 this evening, and it's only 6:30 as of now. I toss on my button down, white dress shirt, followed by my only black tuxedo that I own. I figure that this is a good enough occasion to wear a tuxedo rather than a sweatervest, knowing that Miki would be absolutely furious if I walked out of this room in my usual apparel. I take a quick peak my reflection in the body length mirror that we have in our bedroom, satisfied with my look for the evening. I ponder the possibilities of how she's gotten dressed, as I haven't gotten a chance to see how she's dressed yet. She said it was going to be a 'surprise'.

It's almost an insane thought, you know? Knowing that her and I have been married now for a year. It's crazy to think about, considering I proposed the day that she decided to come and move in with me. We only had the opportunity to see each other on breaks and weekends during our university days, as her school was a good two hour train ride up north from where I studied at. The day she graduated, though, she was on a train down to my apartment with all of her belongings in tow, ready to move in with me. Pretty incredible how fast of a revelation she came to that she wanted to live with me, as we had only discussed it about a week prior and had never even come to a joint decision about it. I can't say I complained though, as I really wanted her to come live with me anyways.

So, when she arrived that Saturday at nine in the morning, literally waking me up with the loudest knocking I've heard in my life, I knew it was about time to propose. Maybe I shouldn't have done it that day, as I hadn't really put any though into it, but I did. She accepted as was expected, and just months later we were happily married. I lightly reminisce of our early days during our university years, even back to some of our experiences  at Yamaku.

Another loud knock and frustrated mumbling from Miki. I decide that maybe later would be a better time to think about the past, as right now I should be focused on my wife. I open the door and am met by the relieved gaze of what appears to be an angel. Her hair is done up into a bun, followed by her face having a light amount of makeup on it. Her extravagantly toned body is covered by a cascading rose shaded red dress. The bottom portion of the dress has a slit that reveals one of her legs, toned from the years of morning runs. All of this is topped off by a pair of black heels, something that I can honestly say I never thought I'd see her in.

I come back to reality, just in time to realize that Miki is blushing heavily. I'm stunned by the gift that stands before. I wrap my arms around her waist and draw her in for a kiss, which seems to have caught her slightly off guard. No matter, though, as we gently kiss, her lips meeting mine. I honestly wish that we could go a bit further than just what we're doing at the moment, and contemplate this option for a moment. She pulls away first, staring up into my eyes with a big grin perched on her face.
"Save it for later, lover boy. We've got dinner to take care of first." She winks at me playfully and releases her arms from around my neck. I don't release her from my embrace yet, though.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, my darling." I think I enjoy calling her things like 'dear' and 'darling', as terribly cliché as it sounds. It always manages to make her blush or look away from me, an embarrassed smile on her lips. Just as expected, a blush rises on her face, as she leans in and gives me a soft kiss.

"Well then, shall we be going?" I offer my arm to her, which she graciously accepts. She gives me a smile, and I lead the two of us out of the apartment and onto the busy sidewalks of the city. Seeing as we're actually within walking distance of the resturaunt, I decide there's no need to drive or call a taxi to take us there. Within about five minutes, we arrive outside of a fancy looking building, with a sign that reads 'The Red Dragon'. A terribly boring name, but from what I've heard of this place and a suggestion from Suzu to take her here, I figured it'd be worth a shot. As we enter, the first thing I notice is the amount of money that had to be spent crafting it. Waterfalls cascading down walls, pillars that appear to be made out of marble running from the floor to the ceiling, dim lighting from various chandeliers and carpet that honestly looks like it could be velvet are just some of the things that catch my eye. A hostess comes up to us and looks at us expectantly.

"Hello there, we have a reservation for two under 'Nakai'."

"Ah, yes sir, your table is ready. Please follow me this way."

After a short walk, we arrive and are seated at a table for two towards the back corner of the dining room, a table in front of a window that overlooks a the street and night life that are just a short distance below us. Our table is covered in a nice and fancy white tablecloth, with a candle resting in the middle. A bottle of wine is also present, as I requested while calling to make the reservation. I take the opener beside the bottle and take out the cork, filling up Miki's glass and my own.

"Should I make a toast?" I ask, a legitimate question.

"Why not?"

"Alright then. This drink is to us, my dear. To our first full year as a family, our first year of being together under the same roof and to many more years of love between us." I try to put a lot of emotion into the last portion of our toast. She knows very well how much I love her, and I know how much she loves me. I'm hoping that it never has to come to an end.

"Hisao, you're such a gaylord. You know that? But you're my gaylord, so I'll go along with what you're saying. Cheers, love." She raises her glass as I do and they gently clash together, the sound of glass connecting ringing through the air. Just as we sip on our glasses of wine, the waitress shows up and takes our meal orders. We have some light discussion while our dinner is prepared, and once it arrives we dig in. The usual 'how's your food?' pops up between us a few times as we eat, but to be honest, the dinner really isn't that eventful in terms of words. I don't know what's gone through her mind tonight, but my mind has been sort of going through the same questions. How the hell did I manage to get married to a girl as beautiful, witty and loving as the one sitting across from me?

"Hey, Miki?" I start, a bit of nervousness in my voice.

"What's up?" I take her hand that was resting on top of the table in between my two, continuing on.

"Why did you choose me?"

"Huh?" She blinks at me with a look of confusion on her face. I know this might not be what she wants to talk about at our anniversary dinner, but now that I think about it...

Well, now that I think about it, she's honestly never told me.

"Why did you choose me? What about it is about me that caught your interest?" I reiterate my question to make sure she actually did hear it this time.

"What brought this up?" She shoots back, raising an eyebrow and resting her chin on the stump of her other arm. She's staring into my eyes like she's honestly interested in me, which is actually one of the biggest reasons why I fell in love with her; she actually took an interest in me as a person.

"No real reason. You haven't ever bothered telling me though, you know?"

"What, are you worried there's someone else in my life?" She jabs at me playfully as she gives me a cute little wink. These kind of jokes are somewhat reassuring, simply because I know she's not that kind of girl. Maybe in the past, maybe before I had arrived at Yamaku all of those years ago, but never afterwards.

"Stop avoiding the question, silly." I toss back, a smirk resting on my lips as I respond.

"Fine. It's going to be a long story though, so I hope you don't mind..." She trails off, looking out the window beside us. Is she being bashful? Just to think that I thought I saw it all with this girl, but she's actually being a bit shy around the subject. This should be good.

"Of course not, my dear."

"Then where should I begin? Our days back at Yamaku maybe? You were just that new kid at first, and I thought you looked a bit lost and helpless," she begins. "But you really weren't. You just needed someone to help you adjust a bit, and that's what I tried to do. You were a really bashful kid big then, y'know? I honestly thought you wouldn't have talked with me, let alone start running with me when Emi scared you off." She laughs fairly hard at this. She knows that Emi absolutely terrified me when I gave running with her a shot, so I sort of ran away from and decided to run with her instead.

"But then the festival came. You remember that day? Sharing our first kiss as we parted from each other for the evening.." She blushes a bit at this, a gentle smile finding its way to her lips. "And with that, we were dating. I know you were bothered by the amount of guys I hung out with back then, but once you got past that, everything was amazing between us. I can't help but smile about the times we had at Yamaku. The movie nights, the dinner dates, the running sessions, the nights we spent together..." She trails off a bit in thought of old times, a distant look in her eyes as I stare into them. She quickly collects herself and starts once again.

"You were my second half, that person there that just filled the void for me. I was in love with you, and when we had to spend some time apart during college, I was honestly a wreck." My eyes go wide. Miki? A wreck? Why hasn't she told me this before? She never cried when we spoke on the phone, when we did a webcam chat, or any of that. She always was as perky as ever. Was I just oblivious to what was really going on in her mind?

"I never really realized how much I needed you to be there for me until we spent all of that time apart. The weekends and breaks we spent together during our university years were what kept me sane. I needed your body, your warmth, your... god dammit, I am really sounding cliché as hell aren't I?" This makes me giggle a bit, but she looks uncomfortable. She looks as if she has something that she really wants to say, but she's holding back out of embarrassment.

"Nothing wrong with being a bit cliché, darling. Might as well get it all out now that you've started, you know?"

"Fine." She pouts a bit, but a smile slowly makes it's way back to her lips. I give her hand a little squeeze to show her that I'm paying attention, listening with my mind and heart open to her. "Those weekends made me think back to my days before you arrived at Yamaku. Yeah, I had Suzu and a bunch of classmates who were friends, but... that's what the problem was, y'know? They were just friends and nothing else, they were just people who weren't really interested in me; they were just interested in my body and personality."

"You know that you were my first. In fact, you were my first everything: kiss and well... all of that other good stuff." She gives me a playful wink, before marching onward. "But you were also the first person who was honestly intrigued in me. My past, my present, hell, even my future were all of concern to you. You weren't just going after me for sex or something idiotic like that; you were going after me because you geniunely cared about me. I never thought that there would ever been someone out there like that, but apparently there was."

"So, as I was saying before, those weeks we spent apart during our university years were extremely difficult for me. Not having someone to be there for me every day wasn't cutting it , so much to the point that I decided that if you ever had asked me to move in with you even during our college years, I would have been all over it. I needed you probably worse than you needed me at that point our lives, as strange and backward as it sounds." She gives me a playful jab to the shoulder with her stump. Her eyes seem to be burning with some sort of passion that I've never seen before in her, something that is so uncharacteristic of her that it's actually making me think a lot. She cuts off my thoughts as she starts talking once again.

"The day came where I graduated, I was ready to get the hell out of there. Not that I didn't love the place in terms of location and what I was learning, as it got me completely prepared for the real world... it's just, I was ready to be back with you. I was ready to be able to spend every night next to you again, so that's why..." She trails off, her face scrunching up in what seems to be a bit of frustration.

"What's wrong?"

"I moved into your place without us really agreeing on anything, didn't I?" I burst out in laughter, drawing the attention of a few other people enjoying their fancy dinner to me. It's hysterical because she just now realizes that she moved in without us really even putting that much discussion into it. She shoots me the best pouty face that she can and my laughter begins to subside a bit.

"Good thing I loved you enough to let you stay anyways, huh?"

"Yeah... I guess you're right." She slips her hand out from inbetween mine, as I still had it placed between my two as she finally admitted to why she chose me. She seems to be looking at the wedding ring on her finger, flashing her pearly white teeth as she stares into the diamond. She looks back at me before reaching up placing my chin inbetween her fingers, her standing up a little out of her chair to lean in and give me a kiss. This isn't a kiss of lust or normality; it's a kiss of pure passion, all of that passion that I have seen in her eyes as she spoke to me this evening. As we part, she whispers something in my ear.

"Want to go home and get a bit more comfortable? This dress is starting to bug me a lot." I quickly pay the bill for our meal. She reaches her arm out for me, an open invitation to lock mine with it and lead her on home. As we walk down the sidewalks back to our apartment, I can't help but just think a little bit.

The stars in the sky will never match how bright this girl can shine.



'Color The Sky' is a song produced by Two Steps From Hell.