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TITLE: Raison D'être
PAIRINGS/COUPLE: VaughnxChelseaxWill (Will POV)
A/N: I've always wanted to do this triangle pair story since I've done some arts of them. I have to admit I do like this triangle pair. 8D And I…just feel like doing something…evil…? English is not my first language. Pardon the bad grammar and stuff... n.n;
RAISON D'ÊTRE
"You are my everything..."
I am from a wealthy family. I have always got what I wanted for the past 24 years of my life. I am still searching for that 'one thing' to complete my life though. And on my journey to expand my view of the world around me, I realized that I have found said 'one thing' in Sunshine Islands.
However…
I am truly disappointed in Goddess of Fate. She's blessed me with everything a man could've wanted, so why not graced me forever the presence of that brunette angel? Instead, she slapped me on the face the success of another man who managed to claim the maiden hands into his.
I am completely outraged. No, my anger is not caused by the angel. Goddess, of course not. I can never, ever, be mad at her. My irritation barked at her silver-haired man with amethyst eyes consort. That man…He's only here in these islands twice a week, yet he dared to claim what's supposed to be mine to keep? Goddess, the nerve of him.
…Vaughn Steiner Schein. I very much despised that gentleman. No, hold up. A gentleman? As if. He's far from being one. Indeed. He's a complete opposite of how a gentleman should act. A gentleman would never swear, cussed or everything he did. I know. I was raised to be one. In fact, truth be told, I am a perfect example of a perfect gentleman a man can be.
The brunette, on the other side, is a complete angel. The way she smiled, laughed and her passion in everything she does…Goddess, what a man would give to have her by his side for the rest of his life. Of course, she's a famer of these islands so you won't see her walking around in a frilly dress or sipping on afternoon tea quietly in her house just like a proper lady should be. Instead, you will see her covered in dirt and bathed in the scorching light of the blazing sun while she tended her farm or sweating like bullets while brushing her livestock and patting them on the back, smiling that wonderful smile of hers to the farm animals when she was done.
I honestly don't mind that.
She is beautiful in her own way and there is no need for her to dress-up in dresses and powdered her face with a massive amount of make-ups to flaunt her attractiveness; her kindness and carefree attitude already charmed those around her. And yes, that includes me.
I pondered upon the possibilities of her falling into the hands of such brusque being. I found none. Honestly, their personality clash like oil on water; they don't mix together. But Fate has something else in her mind. She turned the table around and tied their destiny together with an invisible red thread; the in-two-weeks-holy-matrimony will be where they'll be saying their vows to each other and where they will be forever united, under the blessings of all villagers of Sunshine Islands.
Except me.
No. Never in my life will I give my blessing to the pair. I feel bad for the brunette angel, but I can never accept her to be with another man other than me. There's no one, except William Terry Louis Andrew Carrick Jonathan Dredge Hams Reading Roger Southwark Alnwick Plymouth Junior Regison III. Not ever. Especially not the silver-haired barbarian whom I decided should just disappear and never come back to the islands. The angel would be broken-hearted, of course, but I am sure I can ease her pain and make her smile that wonderful smile of hers again, given the time. After all, I love her. I wanted her to be happy. I know that my love for her is true and making her the happiest lady ever existed is the utmost thing I should do-nay, I must accomplish in this valuable lifetime of mine.
And that is why, the existence of the silver-haired man is something I considered a sin; a black spot on a piece of white dirt-free cloth. He should've never come here in the first place. He should've never existed.
And their; Vaughn Steiner Schein and Chelsea Springfield's upcoming wedding…
It is blasphemy.
Perhaps I should coax the villagers with something so that they will oppose the pair's wedding. No. I doubt that will work. Is there no other way? Are there really no plans that I can come up with to separate them?
My mind went blank.
If only…
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I stared at the altar of the church and then at the silver-haired man beside Nathan, the priest. Clad in black again. Typical barbarian. I scanned my surrounding. Everyone, excluding the With Princess, Witchkin, Shea and Wada is here. It's no surprise though. Everyone loves Chelsea. But I can say with confidence that none of their love towards the brunette maiden can suppress mine. That include the brusque being who's wearing a black tuxedo standing near the altar; nervousness is plastered all over his face. I wondered why he is nervous? He should be overjoyed because he is one step closer in sharing his spiteful life with the brunette maiden.
But of course, I never wish on seeing him happy. Not when he is about to spend the rest of his unbeautiful life with the brunette angel that was supposed to be mine.
The chattering in the church abruptly stopped when the church's door slammed open and Mark, the best man appeared; his expression is truly unsuitable to share in the joyous occasion.
"T-The boat!" the blonde, now without his trademark baseball hat exclaimed, he is sweating bullets and his breath ragged. "The boat explodes!"
People gasped and began to stir from their seats. I watched as a figure in black sprinted outside the church, pushing away the blonde who's blocking the church's exit. I heard murmurs around me and some girls started to sobs; even though they still haven't see what had actually happened outside. Sighing quietly, I rose from my seat; graciously as usual and slowly make my way towards the exit, leaving the now-empty-church behind.
Outside of the church, people were gawking over the black smoke not far from Mystic Islands. Screams and sobs from crying can be heard from the crowd.
"No…This can't be happening…"
"Oh my Goddess…What on earth…."
"Why have this happened?"
"The people on the boat…are they safe?"
I tried not to laugh at the last sentence. Is that some kind of a joke? With a smoke like that, I am pretty sure that the explosion is not something small. There is no way any passenger of the boat will survive that kind of…incident. Well, obviously.
"Vaughn, no! It's dangerous to go near it!"
I switched my glance over to the shouting, to the barbarian. Mark is trying his hardest to keep the groom in bay with the help of another man who's dressed in purple suit, Denny.
"Piss off, you damn assholes! Chelsea is…Chelsea is in that boat!"
"Vaughn, please!" a blonde-haired girl, still crying and sobbing hard, tried to persuade her cousin. "You know that there's no chance-"
"Shut the fuck up, Julia!" said groom turned around only to snap at his cousin. He turned back and continued his struggle to break free from the two men who kept their firm grip on the groom's waist. "There's no way...Chelsea! Chelsea-!"
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I leaned back on my comfortable, expensive sofa. The day has been so long and it exhausted me. The wedding had been called off, seeing that there is no longer a reason to continue it for what is a wedding without a bride?
A search party were held after the fire dissolved into black smokes to the sky. The remaining bits and pieces of the boat were scattered on the sea between Verdure Island and Mystic Islands. For hours the members of the search party dived into the sea, hoping that they will at least find something that can give them hope of some sort.
They have failed.
It was then concluded that there were no survivor of the mishap; both passenger, Kirk the boat navigator and Chelsea the rancher of Sunshine Islands were announced dead. The reason for the explosion remained a mystery.
The silver-haired barbarian was flabbergasted. I can tell for I too, have been feeling the same when a red envelope contained a wedding invitation of Vaughn Steiner Schein and Chelsea Springfield was delivered to me three weeks ago. He was sitting, raking his unusual silver hair while mumbling something and cursing the incident on one of the seats in the church before his cousin and Mark took him back to the animal shop. And just like what I did before, he cried his heart out.
How does it feel, Vaughn Steiner Schein, when someone precious, who means everything to you and is your world, was snatched away? It hurts, no? It hurts so much I am sure that you need all the sanity and logic in you that you can muster up to bear it. I am sure that you are thinking about ending your life as well, for there are no longer reasons for you to live; your world has collapsed, the one you hold dear is no longer there for you to cherish and love. I know. I have pretty much experienced the same. Alas, it is just fair for you to have a taste of your own medicine that you gave me before, don't you think so?
I am grateful to the brunette angel that she had stopped me from doing something that I will very much regret later. How, you ask? It's very simple, actually. You see, I have never trust you, Vaughn Steiner Schein. I was just putting up a facade when I am around you. It pained me to taint my perfect self as a gentleman by doing so, but I can never bring myself to like you. I know that sooner or later you will hurt her, you will leave her. Why, you ask? Why, that's only natural thoughts when one saw your attitude; your barbaric way of treating others and how messed-up your life is. I would never leave my angel to suffer. So I waited. I waited for a chance when the time come when you leave her and back to your spiteful, pitiful life where money is all you can think of. If I were gone, what will happen to my precious angel? I can't bear the thoughts that she will be all alone, broken-hearted and frustrated with no one else to cling onto, to love at. No, Goddess forbids. I will never allow that to happen.
...It is a shame that my wait might be unrewarding.
You have been blessed by the compassion of the brunette maiden. You have been given a chance to open up yourself to the world you've previously hated, despised, and even to care about. She opened your eyes to the wonderful things that can bring joy to a person. She showed you love and teach you how to love others. From the stories that your cousin shared with me, you are pretty much a lone wolf that bites whoever person that invades your privacy, someone that sets their eyes only on money and never care about other things that are not related with said matter. But you have changed, slowly but surely, to a better person who appreciates others and doesn't only view the world in black and white colours. You were gradually breaking free from your shelter, from your own self-made cage of isolation.
Ah, amazing; the wonder, the miracle that only my precious angel can perform. It amazed and enchant me to no end.
...That's enough though.
Her light will no longer shine on you. She will never again guide you through the darkness of your world, through the thorn paths you are going to walk on, alone, from now and in the future.
You have had your taste of the Goddess's delight. You should be grateful that my angel even spared you a glance and lent a hand to help you renewed your disgusting self. You should be thankful that her blessing changed you, that her light that shone upon you illuminated your dull, pitiful, pathetic excuse of life. The opportunities you have been given.
You should be satisfied now, Vaughn Steiner Schein.
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I adjusted the tie of my white tuxedo and smiled at my own reflection in the mirror. Perfect. I turned to walk towards the bookcase in my room, but not before taking with me the brown suitcase and burning candle on the table nearby. I placed my hand on a blue, leather-covered book and pull it out. A door revealed itself on the floor next to my antique table. I returned the book and walked towards the door.
I paused.
I turned around to scan my room. It is just like what I always liked it to be; spotless, clean and tidy. It is a room befitting a gentleman such as me. Money has never been a problem to me. Money is not the first on my list, but I am grateful that it helped me with my plan. Hiring someone to pose as somebody else is easier when you bribe them with a lot of said thing. And the best side of it is that said hired person will never be able to tell this little plan and secret of mine hiring her to someone else for she is…
Heh.
Satisfied, I climbed down the stairs of the hidden door, chuckling in the process of the fact that no one has ever found this secret door of mine. The candle in my hand illuminated the dark, small-but-tidy-with-a-table-and-a-bed room.
"I apologize for the wait," I bowed my head slightly to the figure lying on the bed. "I need to bid my uncle and cousin as well as the villagers farewell before departing from the islands. I am, after all, a gentleman, am I not?" I laughed a little. "But of course, my Lady. It is not even an excusable excuse to have made you wait for me," I added as I walked to the corner of the room, placing the suitcase down and checked the content of said suitcase. I nodded in satisfaction at the item in it and closed it, making my way towards the table, placing the candle down on top of its surface. I then moved to the nearby bed, the soft mattress dipped a little when I sat on it; next to the lying figure.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long, my Lady," I said softly and caressed her left cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. I stared at her. "You look really stunning," I scanned her from head to toe. "Hmm, red does suit you, but I still prefer white in this occasion. I am to be blame though. I should have wait until I finish my errand before putting the dress on you," I added and chuckled a little. I took out a small, white-velvet box and opened it. "Here," I said, my smile never leaves my face when I am with her. "I wanted to give this to you for as long as I can remember," I continued and slipped the pink diamond ring to her left ring finger.
"With this, we will always be together," I said and bent down to kiss her cold lips. I lay myself down beside her, took her hand into mine, squeezing it and closed my eyes; relaxing and breathe a sigh of contentment while I listened closely to the ticking sound of the item I've checked before in the brown suitcase lying on the corner of the dimly-lighted room.
"Together forever, Chelsea."
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A/N: Ah, I've always imagined a twisted personality under that charming smile of yours, Will. 8D I have tons of fun writing this... XD Vaughn and Mark are best friends here. It's a little weird, seeing that I usually make them enemies/rivals in my other stories. XD First…eh, angst fic? Lol. XD XD Now I'm tempted to write more but with other bachelors…Mikhail and Cliff sounds pretty interesting to write... 8D But first I'll update my other HM fics now that I'm back to FF...again... X'D
…..Oh, and did I get Will's full name right? n.n;