Supersupersuper short update here, this time. Sorry, guys! But this chapter had to be included and I couldn't put any more into it without killing the mood it set, so here it is. Next chapter will be longer, I promise!
If you want to know the story of Riley's life paralleling the canon series, check out my newest fic Stronger Than This. If you like this fic or any of my others, I'm pretty sure you'll like this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or its characters, they belong to Aoki Takao-sama. I do, however, own my characters and the plot.
Against All Authority
Chapter Two
After a long argument over how the ceremony should take place, the two empires were finally able to come to an agreement. The pair would be married by a justice of the peace for a number of reasons, the greatest of which being the fact that the bride had threatened to stab Voltaire Hiwatari with a hairpin if he dared make her wear a white dress in front of hundreds of people. This, of course, never reached the old Russian's ears.
It did, however, provide an enormous amount of amusement for the Taylor staff that had been present during this exclamation.
All other appointments were cancelled – the priest and caterer could finally relax now that the enormous weight was off their shoulders – and the servants of both houses were overjoyed. Whatever provided less work for them was always a cause for celebration.
It was what had been termed The Assimilation that had become the chief problem. The staff of both houses was left with the enormously difficult task of bringing the new masters' possessions to their new home. Since this was the first time both staffs were together for a long period of time, tension was high and several arguments broke out. The most memorable battle, oddly enough, was over garage space.
At her father's estate, Riley had had the entire garage to herself. Because her father refused to step within its boundaries – he had stated on numerous occasions that it was not befitting the nobility to touch such filth – it left his daughter with the wiggle room she needed to make the garage her domain. Or one of them, rather. Along with the family cars – the limousines and such that would not be moved – were two motorcycles, a flashy sports car, and a workshop. While she was not much of a mechanic herself, she learned what she could from her trusted friend and personal mechanic, Ozuma. He delighted in being given a new car part to experiment with or a wrecked car to fix. Over the years the pair had acquired quite the collection and neither were willing to part with any of it.
This was the core of the problem. There was not enough garage space to fit the workshop in with the bride and groom's cars at the same time, and leaving any of their precious vehicles exposed to the elements was completely out of the question.
So intense was the argument that the two chiefs of staff were called in to decide – or rather referee, as it were – what it was they should do. After much deliberation, a brilliant idea suggested by none other than Edward was put forth and then the garage was transformed with a flurry of activity.
Because there wasn't to be a ceremony, the entire event had been thrown into a state of utter chaos. What had been an elaborate setup was now a ridiculously simple signing of papers. Voltaire found it to be an insult to his station in society but he was outvoted, although he didn't learn until much later that the bride had counted her own vote twice. Furious with this turn of events, Voltaire forbade any interaction between the betrothed until the day of the wedding, which suited the pair just fine.
But Voltaire didn't need to know that.
– Tsudzuku –
Short but to the point. Woohoo. Some action is in store for the next chapter, and a little hilarity if I can scrunch it in. XD
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