When Yukio first received the invitation to Dean and Castiel's wedding, he contemplated declining politely. Even though he grew up within the walls of a church, a wedding is something he's never had the opportunity to witness. He's not sure what one does at a wedding, other than the idealized versions he's sometimes read about in books, or watched on television. It seems so far beyond Yukio's world that he's afraid of imposing, of tracking his own shadows into a day that's meant to be nothing but bright and hopeful.
But, whether it's out of deference or the tightness in his chest at the thought of missing such an important occasion, Yukio shows up, dressed in a fine suit and with a fine leather case underneath his arm. It's filled with medicines, mostly a mix of herbal remedies and magic, each carefully concocted by Yukio himself. It may not compare to the healing abilities of an angel, but Yukio knows that Darrow is fickle with people's powers, and that simple medicine may be good to have around on a rainy day.
The discomfort lingers in Yukio's chest as he stares around at the other guests, all of them full of smiles, overjoyed for the happy couple. And Yukio knows that a part of him is also grateful that the two men standing up there are able to find this type of closeness in spite of the odds. What he doesn't have as much ability to explain are the couple of tears that slip free when the men share their vows. Yukio lowers his gaze, making his way to the side of the lawn when he gets the chance, trying to relax. His chest aches, and he doesn't want to admit to himself the source of the emotion.
He misses his father. And even now, he can imagine the very thing he'd say to Father Fujimoto, were he alive and around.
I hope that aniki can find this kind of happiness someday.
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Date: 2014-10-06 04:48 am (UTC)But, whether it's out of deference or the tightness in his chest at the thought of missing such an important occasion, Yukio shows up, dressed in a fine suit and with a fine leather case underneath his arm. It's filled with medicines, mostly a mix of herbal remedies and magic, each carefully concocted by Yukio himself. It may not compare to the healing abilities of an angel, but Yukio knows that Darrow is fickle with people's powers, and that simple medicine may be good to have around on a rainy day.
The discomfort lingers in Yukio's chest as he stares around at the other guests, all of them full of smiles, overjoyed for the happy couple. And Yukio knows that a part of him is also grateful that the two men standing up there are able to find this type of closeness in spite of the odds. What he doesn't have as much ability to explain are the couple of tears that slip free when the men share their vows. Yukio lowers his gaze, making his way to the side of the lawn when he gets the chance, trying to relax. His chest aches, and he doesn't want to admit to himself the source of the emotion.
He misses his father. And even now, he can imagine the very thing he'd say to Father Fujimoto, were he alive and around.
I hope that aniki can find this kind of happiness someday.