/dedicated to the fic-that-never-was-but-supposed-to-be-or-perhaps-just-not-yet-by-me-and-lescribble. a wave out to her if she's reading, though I doubt it.
this pairing, though canon and all, needs more fic love! so let it be spread, like peanut butter and jelly on a humungous slice of bread!/
disclaimer: fanfiction! 'nuff said.
Kiss of Life
[1] Reasoning
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That's because she's smaller than me and not very annoying. And you're being really annoying by asking that so leave.
That's what he would tell anyone who would ask about the reason why he married her. Seriously, what was everybody's problem? Why was everybody so shocked that they ended up together? Even his sister and his parents couldn't speak when he brought her over and announced that he was going to marry her.
B-b-but she's too young, and she's French, not Chinese—
His sister had spluttered after about a minute of gaping like a yawning hippopotamus.
The answer had been a withering glare from him and a disconcerting stare from her.
His parents were wiser. They didn't say anything (though the both of them didn't miss the apprehensive looks that were shot their way every moment or so—the couple just chuckled it off afterwards, for some reason they enjoyed unnerving his parents) and introduced them to a wedding planner. Chinese.
Tapping into the mischievous side he never knew existed, he let her do all the planning, and asked his mother to stop interfering. She did, not for lack of trying—his fiancée was just as wily as hell, despite what she or her troops might claim about her saintliness. The wedding was just as he expected it to be—dark, goth, and the reception hall full of various torture instruments. Why they were there he didn't know and didn't bother. There wasn't a hint of anything Chinese, to the horror of his family members. He himself was dressed in black and white, various belts looped uselessly around his waist, chain cuffs on his hand, and a collar on his neck.
Later (that night, after he was sated and had let her exhibit the collar's use) he asked her what had happened to the Chinese wedding planner.
--oh, let's just say that I have many more iron maidens hidden somewhere—she paused, then added musingly—though that person was gay…so when you think of it that was a total waste of an iron maiden—
He silenced her ramblings with a kiss and a chuckle.
He never thought he would be chuckling and joking. With her. Of all people.
As she smiled into his lips and wound her arms around his neck, she said—I'll make it up to your mother, I promise. I've had my fun already, and I guess it's time to be a good daughter-in-law? She poked his cheek and pouted slightly, reducing the space between their lips by a tenth of a centimeter. But I'm not sure if I'll let the gay wedding planner out though... Then she kissed him, and he wondered if she was sadistic and not masochistic.
He asked her, and she laughed at him quietly. She never answered his question. He could hazard a guess though, and an accurate one at that.
Looking back at that scene, he realized that what he said before was so wrong, and in total denial. One of the few times that he admitted to himself that he was in error.
It's not just because she's smaller than me and not very annoying. I love her, I guess?
There. He admitted it. Just to himself, though, and occasionally to her, in the privacy of their chambers. If he could, he could have despaired at the thought that that was not like him.
But he didn't. Never mind that it wasn't in his character to despair, but rather, he liked the belated realization that he loved her.
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/and yes, I fail at the concept called in character-ness. but it's fluffy and sweet and cheesy, so what else do we want? forgive me for sacrificing the character for fluff. which should never ever be done! DON'T follow rhia's example! anyway, do review!/