So to all my HiruMamo readers out there, let me start with the fact that this isn't a continuation of Progression. Second, this is a one shot. And third, I almost cried writing this one. Enough said.

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Hiruma looked at his surroundings. The church itself was ready for the event that was bound to happen in less than 20 minutes. He stood still at the entrance of the said church, eyeing every person that had passed by him. He recognized most of them due to his trusty black book. Of course, he brought the said thing with his person. You'll never know when blackmail worthy material would happen in the midst of the celebration. Knowing that nothing unbelievably embarrassing will transpire at the moment, he decided to pay his respects to the celebrator.

Upon opening the door, the bride and her mother turned their heads towards him. It was like one of those cliché chick flicks where everything would turn into slow motion.

"Hiruma!" the bride said in surprised.

"Anezaki." He replied. Madori-san sensing that the two needed some alone time excused herself muttering something about supervising the last minute changes and preparation. As the two was left alone, awkwardness crept in their midst. Hiruma can't help but stare at Mamori in awe. She was breath taking in that wedding dress.

"You look beautiful." The words finally went out from his mouth. He saw Mamori play with the artificial curls of her hair (made especially for this special day), self-conscious. He reckoned that she was taken aback by his sudden outburst of compliment.

"You clean up nice yourself." She responded but failing to look back at him. It was a wise decision on her part for if she ever made the mistake of looking back at him. Who knows what he was capable of doing. As he scanned her longer, he felt his chest tighten, air escaping the grasp of his lungs and his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

"How the fuck did it end up this way?"

"You were there Youichi." Of course he was there. He was there when everything between them fell apart. He was there when they threw each other mixed signals that they were going to be together forever. He was there when they threw signals of their feeling towards each other. He was fucking there when she finally gave up on waiting for him. He was their when his best friend asked him if it was okay if he (the best friend) dated Mamori. He was there when he shrugged it off as if it was nothing to him. He was there when his best friend asked her out. He was there in their first year anniversary. He was fucking there when he proposed to her. Heck he was the one who suggested how his best friend should propose to her. After all, it was how he was supposed to propose to her given the right time would come. But he guessed karma was being a bitch on him because the right time never happened. And his best friend Musashi took the love of his life right under his nose. It ate him inside for everyone knew that they were meant together, Anezaki and him.

"Why did I let it fucking happen?" his voice was hinting regret. Something he never felt in his lifetime. He lived his life to the fullest, never regretting anything. Guess there was always a first for everything. And his first and only regret was letting it all happen because he didn't fucking said anything.

"I don't know." Mamori still refused to have eye contact with him, as if finding her shoes was the most interesting thing in the world. He sighed, something he wouldn't do in any normal given day. And just like that, silence enveloped them. "But if you just said something then maybe…" Mamori finally looked back at him. At that moment, he saw the tears that were starting to form in the corner of her eyes. Indeed if he just said something.

"Don't fucking cry in front of me now fucking Anezaki. I don't fucking do make up." He tried his best to return into his normal self. After all he was here in this room to give his blessing. Not to make her cry over something that never happened.

"Sorry." She apologized with a sniff.

"Tche, I better check on the groom" before I can't stop myself from kidnapping you. He never did say those few last words to her. He turned his heels towards the door, ready to leave the room. He checked her for the last time. He knew that it was already too late to say anything but he also knew that he have to at least say it, at least once before she becomes a married woman.

"I fucking love you Anezaki." With that he left the room, shutting it tightly behind him.

Musashi's door was already open when Hiruma decided to pay him a visit. Kurita was also inside the room. The fucking fatty gave him a sympathetic look. Kurita wasn't exactly against the fact that Musashi asked Mamori for her hand in marriage but he wasn't thrilled about it. One of his best friends was going to get married and the other one was miserable though he (Hiruma) would try to hide it from everyone. Beside half of him expected that one of them would gather back their senses and do the right thing. And the right thing was for Hiruma to end up with Mamori.

"Fucking fatty check on the fucking bride." Hiruma commanded. There were a lot of things that he wanted to talk about with Musashi before the ceremony. Things he wouldn't and couldn't say with a spectator even if it was Kurita.

"Rot in hell!" Hiruma half shouted half whispered when Kurita was out of hearing distance.

"Hiruma" Musashi replied calmly.

"Don't you dare fucking make her cry or I swear I'll bring you to hell myself." Musashi nodded. He knew for a fact that it was eating Hiruma inside. But how can he leave Mamori in his hands when he wasn't going to act on it. Musashi had always loved Mamori but knew better not to step between what was happening the two. He was ready to accept that they were meant for each other, really he was. Yet years had passed and Mamori was still waiting for Hiruma. It was hard for Musashi to see the woman he loved wait for the man who wouldn't even admit of his true feelings. So he asked for Hiruma's blessings to ask Mamori for a date. Of course he expected that his best friend would laugh at him, possibly fire all his armories against him and send him to hell and back. After a 3 seconds glitch on Hiruma's part, he chuckled and stated 'how could I possibly care?' Though he acknowledged that of course Hiruma cared for Musashi could see the slightest change in his aura after that day.

"This would have been you, you know. And I would have been the one standing in your shoes. I can always see myself as the best man in your and Anezaki's wedding but here we are." Musashi muttered. Hiruma just stared at him with his mastered black face, his infamous façade. "She never did stop loving you and frankly I was half expecting you to take her away from me."

"I already fucking give you my blessing but if you make her cry…"

"You could shoot me."

Hiruma stood right next to Musashi. If one moment he would let himself get lost in his imagination, he could very well imagine that she was walking towards him and not to his best friend. For that elapse of time, he would let himself imagine. The maid of honor had just finished her walk which finally revealed a stunning Anezaki Mamori. If he thought that she was already breath taking earlier, then he couldn't fathom another better word to describe her right now. Her father was walking her through the aisle. The sound which was supposed to sound sweet and beautiful sounded like Hiruma's own death in his ears. This beautiful, breath taking, amazing angel was walking the aisle and he wasn't the guy waiting in the end. (Though he is there because he is the best man) Wasn't she supposed to walk down that same aisle for him?

Suddenly their eyes met which cause her to stop midway. She was saying something to him. If the groom was someone else, he would have agreed to what she was or rather wasn't saying. But contrary to popular belief, Hiruma was a good friend, in fact a great friend. He would never stab Musashi at the back. Nope, he would rather stand still, take in a huge amount of air and shove his feelings further to the depths of his being. So he looked away, indicating that he wasn't going to stop this wedding.

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two people. The union of Anezaki Mamori and Takekura 'Musashi' Gen…"

"Should anyone here present or know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace" At that declaration of the priest, Hiruma could feel all (exaggerating) eyes directed towards him. Even Musashi and Mamori gazed at him. Everybody felt that the priest's pause was longer than the usual when in reality it was just the usual length of pause. Every second consumed with a loud tick.

"Very well then." The attention went back to the priest. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now…" the priest was interrupted when all of a sudden Hiruma stood up from his seat. The church went to eerie silence. He stared at the couple who were standing still by the altar. Another 3 second glitch happened in his head before he was able to pop a bubble. He grabbed his MK16 and rested it on his shoulder. Giving one last look, he started walking out of the church. He wouldn't admit it out loud but his feet felt gooey at that moment. Strength was nowhere to be found. He waited patiently for Mamori's cries for him or Musashi's declaration that he forfeit but it never came. He stood another 5 seconds at the entrance, chanting the words 'Don't do anything stupid' in his head over and over again.

"I would never stop loving you fucking Anezaki Mamori." He declared to the whole world to hear before finally walking out of their wedding and out of their lives.

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