Seven Days

Story by: GoodAsianBoy

For those who read my first fanfic, thank you the support. I hope you like this story as much as the previous one. The structure of this fanfic is a little different, as each day focuses on a different story and specific characters but is supplemental to the overall story which is Taki and Mitsuha wedding, trust.

Sidenote: listening to the OST while writing this makes the experience better, until Katewaredoki plays. My world stops because I just pictured Mitsuha finally meeting Taki. If you'll excuse me, the feels are flooding in.

"Where's the church?"

'There's one in the middle of Tokyo."

"Do we know a celebrant?"

"Obaa-chan can officiate the wedding."

"What about flowers?"

"Tsukasa owns a flower shop."

"What about attire?"

"Saya-chi's fashionable."

"Ummm, ummm, what else!?" Taki flails his hands frantically in excitement.

"I DON'T KNOW, BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!" Mitsuha yelled out.

Like a couple of children going to Disneyland for the first time, the two couldn't contain themselves and exploded in screams of excitement. Holding each other hand in hand, they began to jump in circles. Then with all her strength, Mitsuha carries Taki like a baby and twirls him around. Taki raising his arms paints this picture even more vivdly. Their faces meet each other and they share a kiss.

"I love you, you idiot!"

"I love you too, pervert!"

The two share a laugh, and continue with their celebratory merriment. Meanwhile from a distance an eye was poking out of Yotsuha's room. Boredom is a common ailment of peers her age, and pigtailed adolescent, and her current method of alleviating this was by eavesdropping on her older sister and future brother-in-law.

"So many gender roles were broken during the last five minutes Obaa-chan," she said as she was kneeling down and her face pasted on the edge of the door.

Oh her small, neatly-made bed sat her grandmother, Hitoha, delightfully sipping her jasmine tea while she kept her granddaughter company.

"Oh stop, Yotsuha. Let them act like that. You wouldn't understand how they feel until you reach where they are right now. Trust me, your father and mother were much worse." For some reason hearing that comment caused Yotsuha to stiffen up in shock. Now her attention was towards her grandmother, and the door was left unattended. Taki and Mitsuha screams can still be heard outside.

"Ehh? Otou-san showing excitement!?" Yotsuha can hardly believe that someone as stoic and bland as her father can express any ounce of emotion, let alone excitement and happiness. "Do weddings actually make people weirder than they already are." Yotsuha exclaims as she turns back her attention to the door.

"How about you find out yourself, Yotsuha. You are at a marriageable age." Hitoha winks at her granddaughter. "I have two granddaughters, yet neither of them have made me any great-grandkids. You know I don't have all the time in the world, dear."

"Geh?" is all that Yotsuha can say. She immediately shut the door behind her and sat with her grandmother, her face bright-red. Hitoha couldn't help but laugh at her innocent granddaughter's reaction.

For the rest of the night, Yotsuha stayed in her room, her grandmother's comments echoed in her head as she pondered on that question.

"Dammit Obaa-chan, a girl becomes a woman at her own pace." She firmly stated as she sat by her window staring at the night sky.

While Yotsuha pondered within the confines of her room, the lights were still on across the small hallway as Taki and Mitsuha were still discussing about the preparations of their big day. They decided to move to their room so as to not disturb the rest of the residents of their apartment.

It's been a couple of weeks since Taki proposed to Mitsuha after a long, bizarre journey to the mountains. What Taki intended that day was to get Mitsuha's hand in marriage, but unexpectedly he got something of equal value: the lost memories he and his beloved had prior to being separated. For five agonizing years, Mitsuha and Taki had to live each day completely unaware of each other's existence. Yet, within the deepest confines of their hearts, there was a ache that resided, and there were nights when they would stay awake in wonder: "Why am I feeling this pain?" There were times when they would wake up, tears flooding down their faces. Their loved ones tried their best to ease their malaise, and while their efforts weren't all in vain, for some reason they both felt empty; but that was all in the past. Since then, the pain that infected their hearts has subsided, and with their memories intact the feeling of emptiness they felt is long gone. They have each other. Now these two are set to take the next step in their extraordinary love story: holy matrimony.

The moon was out, shining brightly on the city of Tokyo, the nearby skyscrapers reflected the moon's image on its windows, while the faint sounds of sirens and nightlife filled the silence in the air. Taki was laying down on their bed, reading a wedding pamphlet, waiting for his fiancee to finish getting ready for bed. Mitsuha comes out of the bathroom, dressed in her old pink nightgown. Taki couldn't help but think that it was adorable that she still wore the same pajamas from high school, however his attraction was soon deterred as he noticed she was trying to say something with a toothbrush in her mouth.

"I know we're both excited, but there's still a lot to do before the ceremony," she mumbled as she brushed the sides of her teeth.

"Yeah I know," Taki said, "We still have to determine how many guest should we invite, not to mention getting my suit ready." Taki turns on his side to face Mitsuha who's by the bathroom sink.

"I can't wait to see you in your wedding dress," Taki smiled,"You'll look so beautiful in it." Taki can already imagining seeing his beautiful future wife dressed elegantly in white. However, his fantasy was cut short, as Mitsuha continues to talk to him with a toothbrush in her mouth. Taki could barely make out her words.

"I think we should make the wedding small, just invite our closest friends, huh Taki-kun?" is what he thought he heard as Mitsuha's poked her head out of the bathroom door. Annoyed, Taki got up from the bed and and stood by the bathroom door. Mitsuha turns around, bewildered at the sight of her fiancee standing next to her. Suddenly, a pair of fingers approached her face as Taki quickly flicked his fingers on her forehead, punishing her for her shenanigans.

"Oi, it's rude to talk to someone with their mouth full."

Rubbing her now red forehead, Mitsuha tried to justify her actions.

"I wasn't eating anything," she said as she pouted.

"Anyway, how are we gonna go about telling our friends of the wedding," Mitsuha said as she braided her hair in a very familiar pattern.

"I was thinking I should talk to Tessie, Sayaka, and your family, while you talk to Dad and my friends."

"That can work." Mitsuha said as she lifted up the blanket and snuggled her way inside their bed. "Talking to Miki-chan and Tsukasa-san should be easy. Those two have been synchronized with their decisions since they got married." Mitsuha stretches her arms, trying to curl herself to a comfortable position.

"Talk about being unconventional, I was planning on talking to Tessie and Saya-chi tomorrow, but since you're doing it I wish you the best of luck," Mitsuha smiled as she faced her boyfriend.

To tease Taki even more she opens her mouth and huffs a gentle breath of air at his face.

"How my breath? It's minty fresh, right."

Rather than letting her pester him even further, Taki placed his hand on Mitsuha's braid and brought her head close to his lips. With his blue eyes staring at her, he kisses her pink lips, and whispered to her in a gentle, seductive voice.

"Honey, it's time for bed."

He then turned to the other side of the bed and began his slumber. Blushing red, all Mitsuha can do is humbly admit defeat.

"No fair, Taki-kun! You can't abuse your charm like that!"

Taki began to snore.

Days Until Wedding: 7