Author's Notes
My first sequel! Expect some similarities between this one and the first one. It may not be AS humorous though. :(
Yes, I KNOW I promised you another fic about Priscilla, but I've changed my mind. I'll explain more in the author's notes at the end of the story.
Kissing Booth: The Sequel
Chapter 1: Transfer of Ownership
"Hello Guy! Matthew here. Listen, it's time for me to use my last favour. Come to Ostia, and you'll find out what I need you to do, heh heh!"
This letter of Matthew's is not very reassuring. The first favour, he made me quit my only job. The next one, he forced me to set up his tent every single night of the war. The third favour... I shudder thinking about that one. I wonder what he wants this time?
I shake my head before sadly turning around so I can go to Ostia, even though I'm so close to Etruria. My plan was to find Priscilla... well, I'm not too sure what I would have done after that, but I'm sure it was going to be heroic and cool, right?
Right?
After arriving at Castle Ostia weeks later, some knight-in-training named Bors directs me to the travelling fair, telling me that's where Matthew's waiting for me. Eventually, I find him at the kissing booth of all places, along with the beautiful pink-haired cleric from the war. I can't remember who she is or anything about her, though; whenever I was hurt, I only went to Priscilla for healing!
"Hello Guy," Matthew greets me, flashing an evil grin. "This is the last favour you owe me. You have to man this kissing booth... with everybody's favourite devil, Serra!"
Wait a minute... Matthew was always complaining about someone named Serra... so many stories...
So that means...I have to do this... with her? GAH! There's no way I'm going to be able to return to Priscilla! The way Matthew talked about Serra, Priscilla's never going to see me again until my funeral!
"MATTHYUUUUUUUU!" Serra screams, disrupting my thoughts, "you're always putting me down! A lady of my caliber should NOT be treated like this!"
"...which is why I'm having Guy take over as your personal soundboard. See ya!"
And with that, the person who used to be my best friend runs away in glee, singing praises at the top of his lungs as confused onlookers pitifully watch him. Never promise a thief that you owe him anything.
Looking at Serra, I can see her eyes turning red, astonished that Matthew would actually abandon her. And then, she slowly falls down into a kneeling position before crying in front of me.
"Does he... really hate me that much? I never thought..."
I heard about all the times she used crocodile tears to get what she wants, but I can't just leave her like this! So, I carefully sit down beside her and hold her tight in my arms, hoping that she'll stop crying, and eventually, her crying subsides into sniffles.
"Let's start over... my name's Guy!" I say, offering my hand, and she shakes it gratefully. "Sir Guy," she responds hesitantly, "thank you very much. I'm Serra!"
Where did 'sir' come from? "I... I'm not a knight... I'm just a young nomad from Sacae..."
"Well, it doesn't matter who you are! You're treating me like a princess, so I'll treat you as my vassal!"
You know, perhaps Matthew was exaggerating. There's nothing wrong with this girl! Sure, she's a little loud and quirky, but other than that, she seems perfectly normal. Perhaps I will be able to return to Etruria at some point!
"So, you'll come with me shopping, because I ALWAYS need new clothes, you have to protect me in case someone icky tries to do something to me..."
...maybe he wasn't exaggerating.
"You need to help me with my hair every morning..."
She eventually stands up so she can pace while talking! "Oh yes! You have to carry me everywhere..."
"Wait! Stop walking away!" I say in desperation, and she turns to face me, hands on hips and an annoyed expression on her face.
"What?" she replies.
I have to be careful of what I say; I have a feeling that if I say the wrong thing, she'll chew me out! "I'm not your slave, Serra... why do you think Matthew left with no hesitation?"
I close my eyes and cover my head for fear of getting slapped or something, but to my relief, she doesn't respond, and I quickly continue, "I'm sorry, that came out wrong... I really don't want to hurt your feelings..."
She looks at me thoughtfully, and then madly grins before walking right up to me and grabbing my shirt collar to pull me down to her eye level. "Well, you won't be my slave... I'll repay you properly. You can always count on me!"
Before I get a chance to respond, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses the living daylights out of me! Holy Wind and Earth... what a kiss. Not perverted at all; simply passionate. I'm not sure if anything in creation can ever recreate something that exciting and satisfying! Certainly better than the kisses my mother used to give me when I was a boy!
And strangely, I felt a much bigger spark during that kiss than that one time I kissed Priscilla...
"Uh, Sir Guy? You look... woozy."
I shake my head to clear my thoughts again and find her grinning at me once more, arms crossed confidently. "Is my feminine charm too much for you? I tend to have that effect on men!"
How do you respond to that?
"Uh... uh..." I stutter, fidgeting as I try to change the subject. "Why were you and Matthew supposed to man this booth in the first place? Don't you guys have things to do?"
With an exaggerated flip of her hair, she says to me, "Originally, Sain and Farina took it over as a business transaction; Farina could make money, and Sain could kiss beautiful ladies such as me! 90-10 split or something. Anyway, by some law, kissing booths have to have both genders manning the station, and the previous owners married each other, so Farina knew she could run the station without getting close to Sain. However! That's not what happened..."
"It's not?"
"Nope! Three weeks after they started, Sain proposed to Farina, and while Farina knew that marrying him would force her to lose her biggest source of income EVER, she knew that she would be happier being married to Sain, because she secretly loved him back. I asked Farina why she didn't just continue running it anyway, and she said that she would feel unfaithful to Sain if she continued kissing other men, no matter how much money she made from it. I guess those Ilian mercenaries have intense loyalty, don't they?"
I think about this for a bit. I guess all that time spent together... it's quite likely you would develop something for the other person.
"But then what about you and Matthew?"
"Well, I just HAPPENED to traverse the fair on that faithful day, and after Sain kissed me, he frowned at me and said, 'I'm sorry if that was unsatisfactory, my dear Serra... but I can't do this anymore.' And then, that's when he proposed to Farina! Well, later on, I was asked to take over the booth because I didn't really have anything to do. I was bored, so I said yes, and I pretty much forced Matthew to join with me; he's on stress leave or something, so I figured spending hours on end with my beautiful self would be good for him. This was weeks ago, and we were finally going to start tomorrow, but then you showed up," she finally finishes, giggling girlishly.
What good timing on Matthew's part.
"Sir Guy," she suddenly says, "do you know what the weirdest part of that story was?"
"No, did I miss something?"
"I didn't actually mention this, but Sain said he fell in love with Farina after their first kiss! Ha ha, could you believe something so silly?"
And with that, she starts humming before literally swaying herself into the back room of the booth, calling out, "get me something to drink. I'm SOOOOO thirsty! Most men would BEG for an opportunity like this to make me happy!"
I can't believe this... without even hesitating, my body moves on its own to get a drink for Serra! This is worse than the situation with Matthew; at least during those times he pestered me to do something for him, I showed restraint! Now, I'm just a willing slave! Why am I doing this?!
Well, I just don't know... but at this point, what I do know is that if she had asked that same question five minutes ago, I would have easily answered no.
I have a strange feeling that Serra has somehow completely changed me... just from that one kiss.
Author's Notes
The kissing booth makes its long awaited return! I really wanted to make this another one-shot, but there's too much to write. Instead, I'll have to add another chapter or two.
Yes, I was originally going to post another Priscilla story; however, I started the story, and I just hated it. It was completely forced, and I didn't want to force myself to finish it for the sake of doing what I said I would, so I dumped it. It's not like anybody's life is at stake. :p
I haven't been actively concerned about OOC-ness for a while, but that old fear has resurfaced. I will give more clarity about why I'm making Guy the way he is next chapter. I would like to know, however, if I am simply being paranoid, or if he's actually off. Somebody? Please? Reassurance?
Ilian mercenaries seem to have intense loyalty, as shown in FE6, so I figured Farina would be the same, especially after she knew Sain would feel guilty for kissing other ladies as well. And by the way, Serra having nothing to do is based on her singular ending.
Guy's Sacaen, so I thought the phrase "Holy Wind and Earth" would be quite fitting as a "holy crap" substitute. Guy wouldn't say "crap", would he? :D
Well, I'm sure that everyone would like to see the rest of the story, right? (Just say yes :p) Sorry, but I'm long overdue for a chapter of A Glimmer of Hope. I'll finish (or at least continue) this story after, okay?
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