Hey guys sorry I took FOREVER to make the second chapter, simply because I didn't know what to make of the second chapter and life is kicking my ass. So enjoy!


The wind rustled through the grass, the tree limbs creaked roughly. Silence washed over the kissing couple against the tree.
His hands were tangled into her glossy, ashy blonde hair.
His nose brushing her reddening cheeks.
His breath tickling her collarbone.
Her embrace is almost suffocating, as if she was afraid of letting him go.
Her chest moving erratically, her breath stolen by the young man in her arms.
Soul lifted his head from Maka's sweet musky scented collarbone.

"Mmm, missed you forever, you don't know how many recurring dreams I had of you. So many that I actually believed that you had returned." Soul admitted, a little pink.

"Oh?" Maka cocked an eyebrow in a coy fashion with a sultry smile. "What dreams, may I ask?"

"None that would interest you, well not right now. Maybe later, when we are alone and when the sun had set." Soul hushed Maka before she could somehow worm out some of his more "private" dreams.

"I'll hold you to that, Master Soul." Maka promised, lazily brushing her fingers through his fluffy white hair.

Birds were twittering as they flew through the clouds, so high and free. The wind had died down, the willow leaves stopped brushing against each other and laid still, for a caterpillar crawled quickly, munching on some leaves. The sun high in the sky, the sunlight spread like a blanket, covering every inch with warmth. The dust swirling like dancers in the sunlight, twirling in perfect circles.

"Master Soul. It is time." A familiar, rough, wise voice that Maka recognised as Charles. Judging by the volume, Charles was close by, however he seemed to grow in volume and was walking towards, quickly.

"Master Soul we must-" he saw the close embrace of the two. His face may have been speechless, but it did not match his feelings. Happiness and relief. Happiness that Soul and Maka seemed to have sorted out any problems and relief that Maka was still in one piece from her travels. Knowing the girl was intelligent but a little irrational.

"Ahh Miss Maka. I am happy to see you here. You may accompany us on the ride to the church. I'm sure you have heard of the happy news?"

"Yes of course Charles. I'm am pleased that Soul has found the suitable wife" Maka answered, a little put off. What bad timing, on her part especially. However it was strange, why didn't Charles shoo her away when he saw her and Soul in a compromising situation. He may be 75 but he was still sharp as a knife, and mischievous as a monkey.

It was still a feeling, and a glimpse of Charles's twinkling eyes, but there just may be enough hope for Maka and Soul.

The journey was silent and awkward. As they reached the church, Maka jumped out at once and hurriedly walked into the church and sat in a empty space near the back. Soul walked into the church, tall and proud, just how Maka remembered him. Maka would just have to do with second best and say goodbye him, by watching him get married what could of been her, if she was not so proud and ignorant.

Gravel crunching under a vehicle was heard, and everyone stared at the entrance of the church, awaiting with baited breath. A cloud of pure white appeared. It started down the aisle, holding a bouquet of roses and lilies. Delicate limbs adorned with elegant silver rings and golden bangles.

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl

She was too perfect, she seemed alien. Everything about her was feminine and nothing was a hair out of place. Soul stared at his bride, he had hardly known this girl and he was already getting married. This bride was beautiful but he did not bring as much joy and happiness when he saw Maka. He would definitely be with Maka at all costs, even if he has to run out on his wedding, lose his fortune, anything to be with her again and for eternity.

I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

She was simply magnificent, however that did not stop Maka. She may be the perfect bride, the best choice, but that would fuelled Maka even more to break up this wedding. It may have seemed harsh, but Maka had enough of living with "what if's".

This is surely not what you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say

Soul did not imagine that he would marry a complete stranger. Well he wasn't, because there is only one girl that he could imagine marrying. He had been imagining for nine years. Time to stop dreaming and make it a reality.

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said speak now
Fond gestures are exchanged
And the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death march

It's either fall or fly. Well it's called the leap of faith isn't? Maka thought. The organ had already started pachelbel's canon, she had heard Soul play it many time's before, and not once did it sound so dull and deathly.

And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride to be

She was sat at the back, hidden from sight. She may have looked ordinary, but he couldn't misplace that silky, shiny ash blonde hair and her bright jade eyes any day.

The ceremony started, the priest droned on. The summer day was hot and overwhelming. The ladies had started to take off their hats and scarves to fan themselves. Men had pulled down their ties, loosening and releasing the unnecessary heat from their bodies.

Finally the priest had started the fated sentence that Maka had waited for.
"If anyone objects to this marriage let them speak-"
A dark haired man, tall and breathing loudly like a rhino, had ran into the church and bellowed

"I OBJECT" sweat was dripping off his tanned skin, his chest heaving as he ran a marathon.
The guests whispered among each other, the sound building to the height of the building.

"SILENCE" the priest ordered.

"JONATHAN! What are you doing here? I thought you didn't love me?" The bride hissed.

"Well you ran away to a rich guy before I could answer you. Darling please, remember the good times we had. You know this isn't what you want. You barely know him, do you remember my promise?" Jonathan pleaded.

"A wedding in Barbados, where the sun would be rolling past the clouds and the sea washing our feet as we said our vows" the bride whispered through the silence.

"Yeah, don't you want that? Our dream our happiness? If there is someone else that objects to this marriage then let them speak too." Jonathan asked the couple. A couple seconds silence passed.
Everyone looked around, then back at their feet.

"It's time to step up to the plate Maka" She mused.

"I too object." She said slowly and clearly as she stood up.

"Soul don't deny both you and this women's happiness. This man (points to Jonathan) seems to have run a marathon for this women just to declare his love for her. I returned from my lonely travels for you. I promise to never leave again, because you are my everything. My other half, my one and only Soul." Maka confessed, holding her breath. Waiting, almost regretting.

"Then you are my other half, to use a pun even in this situation." Soul chuckled, he turned to his bride and asked "do you love Jonathan?"
She nodded, a little scared.

"Well run, he's waiting for you" Soul egged her on. The bride's eyes widened in surprise and nodded a thanks to Soul and ran off towards her eager fiancé leaving her groom and they ran into the warm sunlight.

"Master Soul, Miss Maka, I believe we should depart now." Charles said, as he stood up from his seat in the front row. Maka and Soul walked together out of the church, leaving the extremely surprised guests and the fainting priest behind. They crawled into the limo, and Charles began to drive.

Their lips met, desperate and calling to each other. They parted for breath, Maka's hips in his grasp. Her fingers threaded through his fine fluffy white hair. Their eyes staring at each other, noses brushed against each other. Emotions running high, clinging to each other as if they were too afraid to let go of each other. Passionate kisses rained down on each other, longing and suggestive.


That's a wrap! I hope this is sufficient? Don't worry I will make a lemon in the final chapter. I hope the wedding crashing scene was okay? I haven't written a good one before, but please review and tell me what you think. No flames please and no horrible ones either. Also I wanted a "peaceful" wedding crash, so that the bride and groom have their own people to run off with. Also the song I used is "Speak Now" by Taylor Swift. It really is fitting, isn't it? Sorry for any mistakes! Please review and don't

worry about the lemon it will be the next chapter okay! See you soon
Chang
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