That day you practiced combat in the arena, waiting for Tsukiyama to get home. He had said he would only have been a minute, but it surprised you as you guessed he was gone for about an hour. You were wearing the new outfit that was bought for you that day whiles in training, hoping you'd break into it a bit.
You hooked your arm as you punched before being scared by the door to the arena opening. You turned to see Tsukiyama shutting it behind him, bright smile on his face as he held up a bag. "Guess what I have," he said, walking over to you and dropping the bag down onto the floor. He knelt down and reached into the bag as you raised an eyebrow.
"Is it-" you started to ask before he pulled it out of the bag, cutting you off.
He held a white leather mask in his hands, looking similar- almost parallel- to Kaneki's. "Your official ghoul mask," he smiled.
You jumped up in glee like a five year old kid on Christmas, carefully taking it from his hands and rubbing your thumb against the material. "Wow..." you whispered to yourself. "Thank you so much."
"Try it on!" He chuckled as you undid the clip in the back.
It was a bit of struggle attempting to get it on, but none the less it fit. Tsukiyama stood and got a close look at you. "The Gourmet and his White rose..." he said to himself. "C'est magnifique."
"I love it!" You smiled, jumping into him for a hug. "Thank you."
"You'll be able to wear it tonight at the party, if you'd like, (ms., mr., other) L," he chuckled. "I'd love to see you in something white."
You smiled and nodded, letting go of the grip you had around his neck. "I'll go get changed." You dashed off out of the arena as Tsukiyama shook his head, his hands placed on his hips.
Once you were in your room, you noticed a new dress laying on the bed, white, long and lacy with a note attached to it.
"Pour toi, ma belle," you read aloud. "From your love, Mr.M.M."
You smiled as you laid the note down on the bed, carrying the dress into the bathroom with you. Your tried it on, letting it drap over you gracefully. You tied your hair into a bun, but if your hair is short, you brush your fingers through it a bit. You smiled, as you walked out of the room, trying on your white glossy slip ons. You walked down the steps, your face turning pink once you saw Tsukiyama gawk at you.
"C'est très belle," he whispered to you as you walked up to him, the back of his hand brushing your cheek gently with his white gloves.
He had his half moon mask covering his face, his suit white as well with a rose inside the pocket. "Are you ready?" He asked you, holding your hand in his.
"Yes," you smiled before he kissed your hand.
You smiled as you reached for his face, unzipping the zipper of your mask to kiss him softly. Your cheeks lit up as you zipped your mask back up, intertwining your fingers with his as he walked you out to the front door. A butler stood there, opening the door for you as you both walked out to the limousine just in front of the mansion.
"Holy shit..." you whispered to yourself as Tsukiyama walked you out. You grabbed the hem of your dress as you slid into the back seat of the car with Tsukiyama.
"Misseur PG's new house hold please," he asked of the butler in the front seat. The butler nodded his head and drove, out of the parking lot and into the road.
"Madame A's previous one?" The butler asked him as they drove onto the highway. "I'm surprised your bringing (her/him/them) with you."
"(She/he is/they are) my guest of honour, of course I would bring (Ms./Mr./other) (y/n) with me." Tsukiyama reassured him. They were talking like you weren't there as you fiddle with your thumbs.
You held Tsukiyama's hand as he kissed your temple. Your knees weakened as your heart beaconed to him. You wanted it to just be you and him, back in your bedroom. That's when you really started to worry about the party. "Tsukiyama?" You asked through your mask. "The people there speak English, right?"
Tsukiyama just laughed. "Of course they do." He saw your hand shake in his as he looked into your eyes. "Don't be nervous, it's okay. I won't leave your side. It's only for a few hours anyway," he shook his head.
You nodded with a smile under your mask as he kissed your temple one last time before the car door opened, leading you out. The party was ten times better from what it looked than the ones back in your old high school. You used to sneak out and attend some kids party you weren't invited to, but that got boring after awhile as it was just sweaty teenagers drinking and making out. Here, once the doors opened, you walked into a lobby with a crowd of people, laughing all with red wine in there hands. Scratch that, you realized, it wasn't red wine.
Everything was fancy and gold, women wearing long dresses with masks as the men wore nice tight suits. You hid behind Tsukiyama shoulder as he walked past a few others to get to- what looked like- Mister PG.
"Ah, Misuser PG," Tsukiyama said. Extending a hand towards one of the men wearing a clown mask in the crowd.
He turned from the person he was talking to, smiling as he saw Tsukiyama wall up to him. "Ah Mister M.M! So nice to see you've joined the party," he chuckled.
"The place is astonishing, très bien," Tsukiyama complemented him, looking around the lobby.
Mister PG elbowed his arm. "Well I couldn't have inherited the place with out you," he joked.
"Watch your words around others," Tsukiyama laughed. "I'm not in the mood to have targets on my back after tonight."
"Like you don't have any others?" Mister PG asked.
"Lets just say too many to count," Tsukiyama joked with him. You stayed cliched to his arm behind him, surprised as Mister PG couldn't see you.
Mister PG laughed. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, ironically a man holding a tray walking up with a couple wine glasses full of what must have been blood.
"Oui s'il vous plais," Tsukiyama nodded taking one of the glasses as you peered out from behind him. "Merci."
"Ah! You brought a guest," Mister PG clapped when he saw you. "Would you like a drink? Fresh off the house my darling."
You shook your head. "Thank you, but-" you looked over at the tray- "I don't drink."
Mister PG nodded and shooed his butler away as he stared in to you with a raised eyebrow. "Have we met before?"
You shook your head, assuming he's seen so many faces he couldn't remember yours. "Yes, I'm (Miss/Mister/Other) L," you smiled.
"(He/she is/they're) my fiancé," Tsukiyama stepped in, placing a hand on your shoulder as you blushed red.
You liked the idea of being his fiancé.
"Soon to be wedded Mister M.M? Wow I'm surprised! You got very lucky, (she's/he's/they're) a pretty one." He patted Tsukiyama on the back as you blushed.
Mister PGlooked you up and down, your eyes darting towards the floor. You felt uncomfortable and wanted Tsukiyama to take you back. "Thank you," Tsukiyama took the compliment.
"Mr.M.M, might I ask," Mister PG started to say, "why did Madame A disappear at your dinner show? We're all curious on why you-"
"Nows not the time to discuss it," Tsukiyama said. "It would be inappropriate in front of all these people." You saw the bright smile of Tsukiyama's face darken when Madame A was mentioned. You too felt unsettled at the name, but not as much as how it appeared to disturb Tsukiyama.
Tsukiyama finished his drink quickly before taking your hand in his and scurrying off, thanking Mister PG for his time. Laying his empty glass on a nearby tray, he led you to the dance floor were music began to play as people danced like royalty. "Remember our lesson?" He whispered to you as he snuck his hand around your waist, his other hand holding yours as he smiled.
You nodded your head as he spun you around, stepping left than right than left. It felt like the music swept time away as you danced, staring into each others eyes. You felt as if it was a dream, like you were some princess in a Disney film. You had gotten lost in his blue eyes, your face softening as you smiled back at him.
You thought if only it could be like that all the time.