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Now, enjoy the third part! This is the past, happened when they were twelve.

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Cee

"Mikan Sakura," he said while the girl staring at him wide-eyed. "Will you marry me?"

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Seven Days to the Worst Wedding Ever

By cerespallas

Her Planned Dream Wedding

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Sometimes, when an old friend of hers went back to the school for a day to reminisce, or called her for the reunion, they were shocked by her change of behaviour. They said she was beginning to sound like Natsume, the way she talked and viewed things around her. They wondered what happened.

She never wondered about it. It was pretty clear for anyone who had been spending time growing up with her and her boyfriend, Luca and Hotaru for example. It was bound to happen. The happy, naïve and stupidly innocent Mikan would turn out to be a more mature, calculative and rational person. She was not ten years old anymore, she was twenty five.

After all, if you were she and you spent your fifteen years of youth beside your cold, seemingly heartless and calculative boyfriend, and you found out that you loved him so much in a young age of eleven, what else would happen? If you and him going out together, and did everything together for fifteen years, it was just like an old quote saying: "Old matching couples will look like their counterpart." She turned to be more like Natsume every single day, and he was now more open (at least to her) and would sometimes touch her hair or smiled to her in public (for him, uncaring Hotaru or Luca who looked away awkwardly were already public. He wouldn't be caught talking tenderly to her in front of the teachers or students. That was a totally different matter!)

She had told him once, in her twelve years of age, about her dream wedding. How she dreamed about it. A bunch of white pigeons flying from the church roofs, a huge Fluff Puffs as a wedding souvenir, gigantic pink rabbit cake as her wedding cake and a long set of expensive tasty buffets for the guests. The party was white, serene and beautiful.

In her dream, she would wear a beautiful pink pastel wedding dress, accessorised by pearls and glitters, with frills at the end. She would hold a big white rose as a bouquet, a small white crown set in her hair, with a long flowing white transparent drape covering her face, which would be held and set back by her groom in order to kiss her, after they had been legally bound as wife and man. Her husband would then give her the longest, sweetest kiss she had ever dreamed about.

The ring carrier would be two five year old little girls, with their infectious smiles and heaven-like laughter. The guests would wear white, the theme of that day. There would be a pianist and violinist, playing a smooth and slow tune of 'Ave Maria' and several wedding songs while she and her husband danced for the first time as a legally wedded couple, in the centre of the room—

Natsume had held his right hand up, effectively stopping her dream.

"One," he had said, "You can't possibly have a bunch of white pigeons commuting on top of a roof just for your wedding, stupid. You think the church roof is flat? How can they group together on top of a sloppy roof? If they did find something to hold on to, it will be a church bell or that big cross you usually see on the roof. They won't feel comfortable staying on those things for long, so when they fly away, you will probably still inside the church, waiting for your husband to-be who will never come, probably in a state of being attacked by those pigeons in his way walking in, or allergic to bird, or maybe just decided that pigeons-infected church is not his way to tie a knot with a stupid dreamy girl and walk away to find the nearest bar.

"Two, pigeons are trash eater. If you ordered them from a nearby pigeon-handler or even when they come naturally to attending this weird white wedding of yours, they will flunk it by excreting anywhere. They will stamp their famous stinky mark in everything, starting from your souvenir Fluff Puffs which will melt in the middle of the day anyway, to your huge pink rabbit cake, which by the way will be the most creepy and puke-inducing wedding cake I will ever see, should that happen, to your pink pastel frilly dress, your pink flowing –whatever- that will be in your head, your tiny crown, to your guests' white costumes, the chair, the expensive food in the buffet… by the way why should it be a buffet? A barbeque or Hawaiian theme party will be more inviting for people. And of course, they won't forget to excrete on your big rose bouquet because that is what they do the best. They also won't forget to celebrate your wedding for you by eating your rabbit cake, your Fluff Puffs, your buffet, your rose bouquet…" He stopped to think.

But… heavens forbid, he actually continued his speech, "Basically anything that can be eaten, including your guests. What the hell with a pink pastel dress anyway? Why do girls like pearly glittery huge dresses? It's heavy, hot and layered, not good for a whole day event. One simple white dress to your knee is the best costume, considering you'll walk everywhere during that particularly hellish day of yours. Dump the big rose bouquet, ten of twelve white lilies tied together in one simple arrangement is lighter and easier to throw away to what you girls say 'bouquet throwing'. The big heavy bouquet will injure people's heads or hands, and I'm not sure your husband will be pleased to cover up the hospital cost."

At that time, his fuming girlfriend had waited for him to end his one-sided judgments before she strangled him, and he obviously wouldn't disappoint her. "White themed wedding is the most boring ideas for Coloured-theme wedding I ever heard of. Black or red are cooler. Most of the guests won't feel comfortable wearing white from head to toe, with a lot of small kids running everywhere -–including your supposedly cute and angelic ring carriers-, melting Fluff Puffs, weird pink huge rabbit cake that can fall on top of them anytime because it will be heavily infested with white excreting pigeons, or those tasty but thankfully not all white coloured food in the buffet, and you."

He turned to look calmly to his raging girlfriend, continuing because that wasn't even the half of his speech, "Because we all know, before the end of the day you will fall at least three times, ruining your pink pastel dress and everyone will drop as a domino effect once they have been squished by you, because you and a big huge dress equals massive combo weight. And about that long transparent drape, just throw that away. It will possibly glued on your face, the effect of having a heavy dress and of course, like all brides on their wedding day, a heavy set of makeup. You will sweat like a pig, because judging from the way you mentioning this, this will happen in the middle of the day, because pigeons won't fly at night and they will get too fat after eating your rabbit cake to fly together towards the soaring sky in the afternoon. Why do brides wear heavy makeup anyway? It isn't like their husband will see them in that kind of setup all their life. It's more like a trap, having a beautiful gorgeous plastic wife on your wedding day, and after you tie the knot to this supposedly heaven-dropped angel, you wake up the next day to find a beast sleeping right next to you and you spend the rest of your life dealing with an ugly woman you never met on your wedding day.

"Number six… and I dare say this is the sixth facts because this is well-thought of… piano and violin? That is boring. What happened with bands? I fell asleep on half of 'Ave Maria', what makes you think when you dance around the room with your pitiful husband all the guests won't just wander in the dream world, where they dance and partying to the coolest Gothic-rock-band themed wedding party that will play the coolest bands, or at least won't repeat the same 'Ave Maria' and those various slow-deadly-boring wedding songs? Plus, with the big huge dress and long drapes you used, your husband will unable to wrap his arms around you because you're just bigger than before, you're hot -and I mean really hot as in temperature hot instead of sexy hot—you're sweating, your makeup melts and you look even more terrible than before, and you will possibly slip on your own drapes before the second note of 'Ave Maria'. Your husband will be very crazy trying to attempt that kind of suicidal act, the second crazy thing he did, right after marrying you.

"Seven… dance around the room? From what you said before I think this is a garden party. What makes this all of a sudden turned into a hall party? The church won't allow you to dance in the centre of the room, they will have to set aside all the chairs and podium, and that won't even minimize the possibility of you ruining their furniture by slipping on your own shoes and hitting the floor. Having two parties is a no-no, your husband won't be that rich."

At that crucial moment, she had huffed and looked to the side, making him stop in wonder.

"It's okay," she retorted with a playing smirk. "Luca is rich, he can afford two parties."

That was the time when she realized she could be just as good at satire as he did, as her furious boyfriend combing around the hallway and classroom, searching in killing urge for his supposedly best friend who had fled the moment he heard Mikan said that.