*****A look into the daily life of Shulk's bride-to-be.*****

"Oh, dear, sweet, brother-dear, just how are you feeling today?" Fiora asks, holding a tray with a bowl of stereotypical curry. She emerges from the staircase and walks over to Dunban's bed, setting the tray down gently on his bedside table. "You still cannot move your right arm?"

Dunban quickly moves his right arm in a relaxed position on the headrest of the cot and smiles sheepishly. "Um…yeah. Yep, it's a beast."

"Oh, my. Oh, you poor baby. Well, eat up~!" She grins and folds her hands in front of her in pleasure.

Despite only having his right arm crippled from the vicious attack of his own weapon — the Monado — Dunban remains in bed, consumed by the Operation Rainfall games just as much as everyone else his age. And not his age. No, he remains in bed to make certain that his little sister gets as much practice at being a wife as possible in order to cater to Shulk just as she provides for him; not that he needs it, he can perfectly well get up on his own, he just likes to tell himself that he's giving Fiora marital practice.

Fiora smiles further, as if waiting for something. Dunban only stares at her. "Well? You don't have to watch me eat, lil' sis, you can go clean the kitchen or whatever else you women do."

She pouts and slumps against the side of the cot. "But Shulk still needs his food, too." Her demeanor suddenly changes to a bitter girl who would really rather not spend all her waking days peddling food to men who could very well get it themselves.

"Oh! Well, then, I guess you should go and do that, then. I completely forgot about your future hubby."

"Whose idea was it, anyways?" He frowns at her flat glare toward him as she tips her head back, drawing her knees into her chest. "Yours, or Dick's?"

"I-I thought you liked him!" Dunban exclaims, straightening in shock. "I was only trying to help ship you two together! It's canon, i-it's in Xenoblade Chronicles!"

"You know that's only a stupid fanfiction. Real life, Dunban, is different." she remarks coldly.

"Bu-but Fiora x Shulk!"

"You're so gross."

"Ugh. Go give Shulk his food, Fiora. You're not giving him the rest of my curry, are you? That's mine."

She groans. "Seriously?! That was all I made!"

"You know the second-worst stereotypical food women give to their men?"

"What?"the girl asks coldly.

Dunban grins, his smile widening. "Sandwiches. You should have those prepared, now Shulk will have to wait even more now all because you sat here complaining! And now my curry is cold! Just go, already, I'm hungry!"

"O-okay, okay!"Fiora hastily stands and exhales. "Gosh, I'm gonna suck as a wife!"

"What? You? No."

"Shut up!"

Blowing up some stray hairs, Fiora finally gets out of the house, a wicker box with a strap slung over her shoulder, building up a dead sprint. "Ooff!"

"Ow! Hey, watch it, Fiora." Fiora stumbles back from Dickson, rubbing her nose. "Where are you going in such a hurry anyways?" He eyes her with suspicion.

She puffs her cheeks in wounded pride. "I was just going to see Shulk and bring him his lunch."

"Ah. Here's your free Plot Coupon for the day, Fiora: I sent him to go outside — you'll know where he'll have gone." Dickson turns and looks up at the sky.

"The scrap yard!" Fiora replies.

"What? No!" Dickson replies, genuinely shocked and taken aback.

"Well, then, where else does Shulk ever go outside?!" the girl replies, abashed, fists going onto her hips. "I don't know where he'll have gone, so please, do tell me!" Dickson mutters something and rolls his eyes, his hands also going to his hips. "Language!"

"Shut up! Ugh!" He snarls a curse word under his breath and briefly turns away before looking at the girl again. "He's at Outlook Park. Congratulations, crowning moment of ignorance achieved! You blew it, I was suppose to sound all awesome and mysterious and be all like: 'You know where he'll have gone,' and you were suppose to be like, 'Oh! Outlook Park~!'" he finishes in a falsetto. "Great! Moment killed!" Dickson screams, pushing past her to go into Dunban's house.

Fiora can only stare and blink in surprise. "Uh…"

By the time Fiora finally got way out to Outlook Park, Shulk's sandwiches might as well be a midnight snack. Even still, Shulk still sat there, staring off into space and mumbling complete nonsense about the Monado.

"Um, Shulk? I uh, brought you…sandwiches!"

"Oh!" He whips around, a wide smile spreading across his face like the mayo on those sandwiches. "Sandwich-kun!"

"What?"

"Oh, Sandwich-kun, how I've missed you so much! Gimme it, gimme it, gimme it!" Fiora quickly throws the basket off of her shoulder onto the bench. Shulk dives toward it like a wolf, only to have Fiora slap his hands away as she sits down.

"Um, so, Shulk," Fiora starts, glancing at the boy with distain.

"Hm?"

She clears her throat and quietly pushes the basket toward him. "You know about our, uh, arranged marriage." Shulk eagerly opens the basket, then looks up and nods, oddly somber. "Well, I was thinking that um, we could, um… Gosh, this is really going nowhere, isn't this?"

Shulk only shrugs, his right hand, holding the cup of water, silently twisting around, to his mouth, away from his mouth, to his mouth, away from his mouth — Fiora stops trying to come up with more to say and can only stare at the freakish monstrosity that the cameras never revealed.

"U-um…"

"What is it, Fiora?"

"Nothing." she wheezes out, finally tearing her gaze from the wrist with a shudder and a squeeze shut of her eyes. Bile rises up in her throat to her mouth, which only makes it all the more worse.

Thankfully, saved by the literal bell, an odd, low siren begins to sound. Both look up, Shulk's hand going back to where it should be and how it should move, and he quickly scrambles up. "The debris siren. We should hurry up and leave, the Anti-Air batteries oddly don't cover the whole colony."

"Shoot." An idea begins to form in her mind, and she smiles sickly. "Uh, yeah, that sucks. Let's go back." Fiora grabs his hand, and she yanks him down the steps, hurrying across the grass to the colony entrance.

When she sees debris falling toward them, she hastily pulls him toward it, only to have him dodge the sharp shrapnel hastily. "Crap! It's really coming down!" He suddenly grins wickedly and shoves Fiora away from him, where another large piece of metal hurtles toward the ground. She shrieks and dives out of the way, and once the awkward pair gets inside the Anti-Air battery protection area, they each sigh in dejection, slump their shoulders, and go their separate ways.

"Dang it, I failed." Fiora mutters, walking back to Dunban's house.

"Shoot, I was so close, to!" Shulk snarls bitterly, storming off to the weapons development lab.

"Oh, well, there's always next time." the two say to themselves, not realizing the other was thinking the same thing.