28 Days Later

BY: MYLiFE'SBOAT

Summary: She's getting married . . . again?! She was a professional divorcee and he . . . he was just another victim.

Author's Note: Please understand that I'm on crack right now. Behold the result of my mindless insanity. I had to get this out.

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The Prelude


It was a boisterous babble of people, a heavy aroma of rich coffee wafting in the air, a faint clinking of glasses and china inside a petite and modest café. Two women sat quietly on a table near the counter, talking in unintentionally hushed voices. One gestured a hand to the waiter and ordered for a decaf. The other one requested for a café au lait. When their coffees arrived, they sipped their orders silently before the first woman fired a question.

"So, who's the unlucky guy?" She spoke in an unusual falsetto voice, her nose crumpling, as if in revulsion.

"Actually, my brother introduced him to me a few months ago," the other woman replied with a hint of twinkling eyes. The first woman rolled hers with a scoff. "You're not getting married, right?" she asked suspiciously.

"Of course not." With a long sip from her cup, she added, "At least not yet."

Her friend was aghast. She banged her fist on the table unceremoniously and spoke. "Just because there is this thing called 'divorce' doesn't mean you can go collecting guys, for goodness's sake!"

The other woman was calm, ignoring the glares her friend was shooting her. "Just relax. Haven't you heard about the saying, 'May you have many more marriages to come,' after every wedding?"

"That's for birthdays."

"Look." She set her china cup on the saucer and regarded her friend with serene eyes. "He's a really nice guy."

"Didn't you tell me that same thing with your fourth husband?"

"Third," she corrected pointedly.

"Great. Just great." Her friend groaned audibly and threw up her arms midair. They landed on her lap. "Welcome to the party, whole world. My best friend is a wedding whore."

"That's offending."

"Glad you noticed!"

A small tinkling sound pulled them out of their small conversation and they turned their heads to the direction of the door. The second woman's face was painted with a smile at an instant as she recognized the newcomer.

"Ah, he's here." Her arms were outspread as she stood up and welcomed the man that entered the coffee shop. He kissed her cheek and looked at the woman on the table with an acknowledging gesture. "Honey, I'd like you to meet my friend."

"Hi, unlucky man." The other woman who sat on the chair waved uncertainly. "I hope you know who you're submitting yourself to."

The man gave her a knowing smirk. "Certainly."


Disclaimer: Ouran is not mine.