So I recently received one of the BEST reviews a writer (Fanfiction or not) could receive. Not saying which story or which review it was, but just to let you know... this chapter is for you (you probably realize who you are, though).
This is a sequel to the last chapter "The Proposal". Enjoy!
"Yahiro..."
Yahiro rolled over and mumbled something before falling back asleep.
"Yahiro."
He batted a hand away. Megumi raised an eyebrow, before clearing her throat.
Five seconds later, Yahiro rolled out of bed, ears ringing.
"Wh- What the hell?!" he screamed, clutching onto his blanket. "Who-?"
He caught sight of Megumi and scowled.
"Yamamoto Megumi, you-"
\Oh, come on, Yahiro.../ Megumi gave him the best smile she could manage. \Is that really how you're going to talk to your fiancee?/
He strained his eyes to read what she had written, and his scowl softened slightly. "What's wrong, Megumi? It's rare for you to wake me at... 5 in the morning."
He squinted at the clock just to check that that was indeed the correct time. Megumi smiled.
"Which one?"
She held up various small squares of cloth.
"Do you think our wedding tablecloth should be cream, vanilla cream, French vanilla, French cream, cream white, vanilla white, or pale gold?"
Yahiro stared. "You woke me... to talk about tablecloths? You could just leave that to the wedding planner."
She pouted. "It is for our wedding, Yahiro. You're the one who asked me to marry you."
He rolled his eyes. "If I had known you'd be this high-maintenance about it, I wouldn't have asked."
"What was that?" Megumi's finger was already poised over the speed dial that would call Ryuu.
"I said you're doing a very diligent task. Well done," he said hurriedly. He was not in the mood to have Tsuji storming his house at 5 in the morning. Megumi gave him a sweet smile.
"Yes, you'd better behave."
"What was that?"
"I said what a great idea you gave," she said innocently as she folded up the small squares. "I guess I'll ask the others for their opinion."
Yahiro, too sleepy to argue at that point, gave a vague nod and trundled off back to bed. Megumi had to bite down a laugh. It was rare moments like these when she saw Yahiro for the adorable, messy-haired little boy he really was.
"By the way, Yahiro..."
"Don't use your voice," he mumbled. A very wicked, un-Megumi-like smile appeared on her face. She was definitely ready to become a Saiga. She obediently held up her board with a single question on it.
"Is it okay?" she prompted.
"Fine," he mumbled and fell asleep. It was just probably something about the napkins this time. Megumi gave a sweet smile before leaving the room.
"So... I'm apparently supposed to be your best man."
Yahiro's expression could not hold more horror as he made a mental note to strangle the idiot girl as Takishima Kei gave him a rather bland smile.
