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The binds of true love can be so tight, that even death will not cease its existence. For it is written in the stars that everyone has a soul mate. For some,  they spend their whole lives waiting for that special someone. For one man, he had spent much longer waiting for his true love to return to him. It was spring in the year  1550. Japan was heavily at war during this time and the grounds saw the blood of hundreds spilled each day.  Two lovers stood upon the mountain as twilight fell. They had planned to watch the sunset together as it could be the last sunset they would ever see. With the war going on, there

             “Do I have to wear this?” Yuuri asked sheepishly as he exited his bedroom wearing a Gothic Lolita costume.  Conrad stood outside the door. He had been waiting for Yuuri to emerge from the bedroom in his costume. Conrad himself wore a gothic lolita costume as well. Though he wasn’t nearly as embarrassed as Yuuri was. “Now Heika, mother spent a lot of time on these costumes. It’s not that bad. Besides today is a day of fun and pretending you are something you aren’t.” Conrad said as he fixed the bow on Yuuri’s dress.

Never in a million years did Gwendal expect to marry his childhood best friend. This would mean he would spend eternity as a guinea pig in her crazy experiments. But he had found that he had feelings for the woman and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The wedding was extravagant, like any Shin Makoku celebration. Celi was never happier. After all, she never thought her eldest son would ever settle down. Gwendal stood by the window of his study. He gazed down at the ring on his finger. It had been two years since the wedding. He smiled to himself and looked out at the rain falling so gently. The proud man had another reason to be proud.