Chapter 2:

Fighter sighed in relief, walking out of her bathroom after a long hot bath to cleanse her mind and continued to dry her hair off with a black towel.

"What am I going to do? I don't want to be stuck with a crybaby who looks as if she's 12 fucking years old! I want to marry my princess for crying out loud, not HER, " hissed out Fighter, flopping down onto her bed once throwing her towel onto a nearby chair and groaned.

"Hopefully she'll come to her damn senses. There's no way I'm marrying some child or else Imma kill myself, " said Fighter, rolling onto her back and pulled up her covers over her body.

Then she sighed and shook her head, nuzzling her face into her pillow. 'Hopefully I can be with Princess. I really don't want this. Not now. Not ever' was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep with crimson hair and matching crimson eyes danced around within her dreams.

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Sunlight streamed through Fighter's windows, landing over her lean, lithe body as she continued to sleep.

Fighter moaned faintly, rolling onto her side as she continued to sleep and buried her face into the mane of long hair in front of her, then smiled.

"Princess, " she whispered, running her long delicate fingers through the long hair in front of her and wrapped an arm around her small waist, inhaling her scent as the princess snuggled into her warmth.

Then she wrapped a leg around one of the princess's legs and sniffed her hair again, enjoying the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries until ...

'Wait ... Doesn't Princess smell like olives?' she thought in confusion and opened her midnight blue eyes slowly, her eyes meeting a long golden mane instead of a fiery silk mane.

Fighter blinked once, then three more times before shooting to her feet reflexively and glared down at the blonde female in her bed.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

The young blonde jumped up from the bed and leaned against the wall, frightened sapphire eyes looking back at Fighter as the taller woman gave her a dirty look.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THIS IS MY FUCKING ROOM!" shrieked Fighter, hands on her hips and glared at the short blonde.

"I-I-I-," stuttered out Usagi, pressing her body against the wall more and wished to disappear from Fighter's view.

"I'm waiting, " said Fighter crossly and tried her best to not roll her eyes at her fiance's coward ways.

"I'm sorry if I angered you. The queen said that I will be sleeping here with you from now on and it'd buy us time to get to know each other. I'm so, so very sorry if you're angry with me. I won't do it again. I promise. Please don't hurt me, " responded Usagi, trying her best to calm down the enraged woman before her.

Fighter rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Whatever. Just don't do that again or else I won't be as understanding as today, understand?"

Usagi nodded her head and backed off the wall a little.

Fighter sighed again and said while narrowing her eyes at Usagi, "But here's some rules: no physical contact with me, no touching myself, you stay on that side of my bed, don't even talk to me, and definitely don't EVER call me by my real name, understand? Because I will hurt you if you do."

Usagi looked down at her feet sadly and nodded her head.

"Thank you. Now go away. I need to get ready for training. See ya, " Fighter said, waving a hand carelessly as a dismissive gesture.

Usagi nodded her head and walked out the room, avoiding eye contact with Fighter.

"She hates me."

"Usagi-chan, she doesn't hate you. She's just trying to get used to being engaged to you. Just give her time, " soothed a blue-haired girl, placing a reassuring hand on Usagi's shoulder.

"Yeah, Usagi-chan, just give it some time. She'll come around, " reassured a tall brunette with forest green eyes from across the table, sending her friend a sympathetic look.

"But she's not going to! She hates me! HATES ME! You should've seen how she looked at me yesterday! She looked at me as if I was a snail crawling up her arm or dirt underneath her boot, " sobbed out Usagi, her eyes clouded over with sorrow and continued to ignore her vanilla milkshake in front of her.

"Don't cry, Usagi-chan, " cooed another blonde-haired girl with a red bow on her head from beside Usagi and gave her friend a hug. "She'll come around. I'm sure of you. Nobody can hate you. You're too sweet to be hated by anybody."

"But Fighter-."

"No buts, Usagi-chan. You've always had a crush on her since we were 12. Just because she's acting like a bitch right now doesn't mean that she won't come around, " said a raven-haired girl with violet eyes, sending Usagi a stern look from over her smoothie.

"But, Rei-chan-."

"Don't argue with me, Usagi-chan. There's no point in it. But trust us, she'll come around. This is your dream, remember?" said Rei, looking into Usagi's eyes.

"I do. And I'd do anything to make her happy and not be a burden to her, " replied Usagi sternly, wiping her tears away and sniffles.

"Good. And we'll stay by you if you need us to beat her down if she stays a bitch, " giggled Minako, smiling at Usagi.

"Yes we will. So don't worry, enjoy your day, celebrate your last days as a maiden, and I'll bake you some pastries. " Usagi smiled as Makoto winked at her at the end of her sentence.

"Thank you, you guys."

"I'm not marrying some blonde bimbo!" came the shriek from the training grounds, causing some of the nearby servants to cringe.

"Don't you think you're overexaggerating, Fighter. She's trying to get to know you, " reasoned Maker, watching as Fighter continue to fume and pace back and forth.

"So what?! I don't want anything to do with her! I want our princess, not her! She can go to fucking hell for all I care as long as I get our princess!" Healer rolled her eyes.

"As if that'll ever happen. That's against the rules last I've checked. And she doesn't even like you like that. " Fighter snapped around, glaring down at Healer.

"I don't care! She's fucking worthless! I don't want to be married to a crybaby!" Healer snorted and mocked Fighter.

"Whatever. You should be thankful that ANYONE would marry you!" she replied coldly.

"She's right, Fighter. It's not guaranteed that we'll live into our twenties. You should be happy about being able to love and be loved, " said Maker, crossing her legs.

Fighter glared at her comrades and screamed at Healer and Maker, "Easy for you to say! I do know how to love and it's not for the likes of that brat! I'm ditching this fucking wedding! It's fucking stupid!"

Then she turned on her heel, walking back towards the palace.

"When is she going to learn?" Healer shrugged.