"Write a fanfic about Birthday attending a wedding with Ciel there (guest starring Nice-kun)
It's either that or art x moral"
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I wasn't really looking at what was in front of me as I walked down the tree-lined path, especially what with Nice-kun at my side and all. We were on official business, so I had a lot on my mind to begin with, but going on a mission without my usual partner seemed less manageable than usual today.
"So who's wedding is this again?" I glance at Nice-kun, who begins to scratch at the bandage across the bridge of his nose.
"Those guys." He gestures ahead and I see we've entered a grassy clearing housing the tent where the wedding is about to take place. I follow his gaze and see a large poster with a picture of the happy couple and "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Dullahan!" printed across it.
"Oh," I grin, "isn't that sweet."
To be honest, we have a pretty tepid job today. It was the husband that came to us, saying he knew his wife was cheating on him with a guy name Davis and that he didn't know who he was but that goddamn Davis was coming to their wedding and it's his first or only chance to find out who the guy is so would we please attend and find Davis while he's busy getting married to his cheating wife. I had thought it strange that he wanted to even go through with the thing when he knew the lady had been cheating on him, but Nice-kun jumped on the job. I figured it had something to do with his wanting to know what kind of lady would invite her secret significant other to her goddamn wedding, and I was sure as hell curious about that too. As it so happened, Ratio ended up having to show up at his real job on the day of the wedding, so Nice-kun and I teamed up together, which I don't really like for some reason. I mean I like Nice-kun as much as the next guy (?) but to be honest he kind of rubs me the wrong way in close proximity. He's the kind of guy I want to sit across from at a restaurant, not next to, if you know what I mean.
He interrupts my thoughts then, "They look happy."
Nice-kun's observation bothers me. "Well one of them is. Maybe they both are."
Nice-kun looks at me comically.
"Davis, Davis, Davis," I chide as I turn on my heel and head towards the tent-
And in doing so run head on into-Ratio? No. The "whoa" I hear doesn't sound quite right.
"Shit, sorry!" I jump back and extend my arms forward to steady him by the shoulders. It's not Ratio, I confirm by his face.
A voice that isn't quite forceful enough (something to do with the pitch) instructs me to "watch it," and the guy rudely shrugs my hands off, then proceeding to dust-yes, dust with his hands-his shoulders. He flashes his eyes at me and whisks away.
Finally allowed time to register the encounter, I look at Nice-kun who is beginning to laugh hysterically at my misfortune, and I cuff him in the arm. "fucking douche bag"
We take our seats at a white-clothed table and finger the silver cutlery, looking towards the table where Davis is supposed to sit. It's empty, but we're early, so we sit there for another goddamn half hour until everyone at the table is seated.
"He's seat number 4 right?"
"No, number 6 I thought."
"You're fucking kidding me it's 4, right there."
"No that's seat number 6. 4 would be there"
"I thought that was 2 and that was 6 and he's in 4 there."
Nice-kun and I bicker like this until he decides to check the name cards on the table. I wait in my seat as he fakes a 3 minute trip to the bathroom in order to sneak a glimpse of the name on the card, but when he gets back he assures me the guy's in seat 6, right there.
"That's him?" He's not anything special.
"Yeah." Nice-kun's no fucking prize either.
"Let's catch him during the after party and interrogate him then, yeah?" I lose interest as I see waiters bringing out trays of those little fucking snacks with the French name or whatever.
"I haven't eaten all day actually," I mention, speaking a bit too loudly. "Hey waiter get me some of that, please!" I fill my plate from the oncoming waiter's tray and turn grinning to Nice-kun, who snatches a fried mushroom from my plate and pops it into his mouth.
Talking while chewing, the bastard, he muses "I wonder how many people are here."
"Well, the Dullahans are loaded right? It looks like there are probably people who they don't even know here." I survey the crowd. Everyone is dressed real fancy and I'm glad I decided not to wear my usual street clothes. Nice-kun on the other hand stands out as usual, mostly on account of the huge headphones resting around his neck. I blink as he scratches the bandage on his left cheek. He's always bothering me when he does his quirky shit like that.
"Hey what's going on over there?" He interrupts my thoughts again, something he's really good at doing, to point out what looks like...
"Art?" Sitting at a nearby table, what looks like detective Art and someone else. "Who's that guy with him?"
Nice-kun narrows his eyes and we both watch silently. Art is sitting with an older guy who looks pretty sketchy with long white hair and shifty eyes and all. But what's weird is that he's leaning over Art real close, his hand on his face and at one point they lean into each other and it looks like-
"Did they just kiss?" Nice-kun points out what I didn't want to talk about out loud.
"Ha umm who? I don't know?" I stammer, averting my gaze and deciding to pretend I did not in fact see anything.
Nice-kun just clicks his tongue for some reason. Dismissal? Aggravation? I can never tell with him.
Soon afterwards, everyone assembles in benches to watch the wedding ceremony, which was boring as hell, mind you. Nice-kun and I end up sitting right behind the Ratio look-alike, which is annoying because I have to keep staring at the back of his head throughout the goddamn ceremony, with the eyepatch strap and all. I'm more than thankful when Mr. Dullahan kisses the cheating bride. I watch Davis applaud. Sometimes my work makes me bear witness to some shit I just wish I didn't have to.
Anyway after the ceremony Nice-kun and I set our sights on Davis. We chat him up, get him some drinks, and get comfy with him.
"How do you know the bride and groom?"
"Well I'm a family friend of Mrs. Dullahan." The guy has a habit of talking out of one side of his mouth and it keeps fucking me up because I'm on his other side and it looks like he isn't even talking.
"That's nice. I suppose you know each other well, since you're at her wedding."
"Oh I don't know." He really isn't a good liar either.
After some sub par conversation we hit the road, or to be more specific, the devil's lettuce. We go out from under the tent approaching the line of trees surrounding the place where there are some of those nasty ass puerto potties. We squeeze into one and light up a half joint to share. We then take turns actually pissing to cover up the smell or something. It's a pretty weird ritual but sometimes when we're on jobs together Nice-kun and I like to mess around, you know. Anyway, then we have the munchies so we head back to the par-tay. There's all kinds of delicious shit there since the couple had hired a super fancy catering company to do it. Nice-kun and I just park ourselves there for the remainder of the party stuffing our faces and watching the guests get shit-faced themselves.
I notice Art and Ghost-san at the drink table. They both look pretty hazy and I'm wondering if they're about to head out somewhere but instead the tall guy just leans down, cupping what looks like Art's butt with one hand while caressing his neck with the other. It all happens so quickly, as Art's arms latch around Ghost-san's neck and I realize they're making out there at the drink table. Nice-kun excuses himself to the bathroom. I watch the two as they devour each other and wonder if it's all reality.
We're there til late, which we hadn't anticipated, but I know I lose track of time and I think Nice-kun got lost in the forest somewhere because after we saw weird shit go down I didn't see him again til we were about to leave. Late. It was like 3 am when we rolled out of there. I was a bit out of it and rambling on about things like, "I didn't know Art had a boyfriend. I wonder if they'll get married like the Dullahans. Maybe one of them will cheat too. What was up with that? Did Nice-kun know what that was about? Maybe you should call him" I figured Nice-kun just wasn't listening to me so I was messing around a bit with him just to see if he was listening. "Anyway I thought if Art was gonna date anyone he'd go for you Nice-kun. Aren't you guys close like that? Who was that Ghost-san anyway?"
The next day I woke up in my bed and memories began rushing back to me. I'd been drinking at the wedding and then I remembered the Ratio look-alike guy had had to take me home and I'd kept calling him Nice-kun and was talking about Art and then I realized how I don't really look at people when they're next to me and I thought about it all.
and i thought about it all...