Wolf and Courtship
*three months later* Last month I engaged Holo and will soon marry her. Seems a little odd for being condemned by the Church but, why the hell not. She has been as happy recently as in that in a week we will be official "Mates for life" as she says it.
I was somewhat surprised to discover that Chane and Ariel were going out. No wonder we haven't seen them for a while. Turns out Ariel was surprised so much by Chane's extremely awkward mind that she couldn't refuse when he asked her out. In related news, the asylums are filling up. Christian used his powers over water, including his new purifying abilities, and now the world's water problems are pretty much solved. Michaela is an anthropologist, and together she and Christian have discovered at least three hundred new species. Christian just seems to 'sense' where the animals are. Scientists are baffled.
Speaking of baffled, I'm still wondering about my dreams of my old friends attempting to kill me. Spencer split away into his own company a while ago, but we're still in touch, and we usually help finance each other through rough spots. Christian's swords are selling well, as decorative pieces as well as sport usage. His little deal is that no one sword is likes another sword. He follows no plans, just tries to make them as mystical and deadly as possible. Still can't match my spontaneously generated ones though, much to his displeasure. Mostly because they are made directly from the mind and so have no competition.
Christian told me that for the wedding he will cover the cake. Holo told him what the best kind of wheat for cake flour is, and he's told me that Michaela knows a famous cake bakery. Chane has the place covered; the mall where I met Holo is open for weddings now. Holo thinks that is perfect. Ariel is dealing with the invites. Light returned, and we were shocked to see the transformation. The first thing I noticed was his smile. Yep, you heard me right, he smiled. I'd never seen that before. I doubt anyone else has seen that before. He said that, as it was proper for the groom not to see the bride's dress, he went with all of the girls, acting as if he were Holo's father, for the new dress. Holo is happier than I've ever seen her, and in turn, so am I.
It's a week before the big day, and Nathan yells "WE NEED TO DO THE BACHELOR PARTY!" I knit my eyebrows. "What?" Nathan takes my elbow. "We have to do the Bachelor Party! Get as much livin' done as possible before you're bound to a banshee for the rest of your life!" I gasp. "Don't talk about Holo like that!" He laughs. "You'll be agreeing with me in a few centuries, mister immortal. You know what they say; the greatest cause of divorce is marriage." I say "YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY. Aww, fuck it, I'm already drunk let's just go do this thing!" And he carted me off to the nearest raunchy bar. I notice that Christian adjourns.
I'll tell you, I haven't seen so much alcohol in my life. Or drunken so much of it. I can imagine Holo seething, so I avoid the woman as much as possible. Nathan doesn't. I won't go into what *he's* doing. Eugh. Christian already left, but I can't blame him. He's probably taking a shower after hearing all of the thoughts of the people in here. A vigorous shower. He'll probably be scarred for the next two weeks.
*at the bachelorette party*
Holo had seen that much alcohol. She wasn't at the same bar, but she was definitely at a bar. Like Christian, Michaela had taken leave at the prospect of immorality. That begged the question: What were they doing? Holo didn't care. She was preoccupied with the wine. Make it the house's special apple wine, and Holo could have stayed there forever. She was at a classier bar, but she didn't avoid the men. She was lucky that she couldn't get drunk, or she would have woken up somewhere regretful. It was funny to watch them try to get her drunk though. More wine for her...
"Best... ^hic^ Partay... ^hic^... Ebah!" Nathan exclaimed, hiccupping throughout. He seemed to still be feeling the effects of the gallons of alcohol, judging by his slur. My head hurt like a bitch. Holo kneaded her forehead. "This... Is less... than pleasant..." She said. Christian knocked on the door, and Nathan got about three steps before toppling like a jenga tower. I got to the door, and opened it with the last of my strength. Christian looked at all of us. "This is why I don't drink. Hope you guys had a good time." Michaela walked in behind him. "Whoa... you guys are hung-*over*." For the second time in the chapter, I looked at her and exclaimed "YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY?"
On the day of, I begin trembling like a goddamn California earthquake. Christian walks in, and senses my nervousness. Or he feels the tremors. "Hey, you think it then you do it." I knit my eyebrows. "What?" Christian laughs. "What you just thought.'Shit.' you think it, then you do it. S'what my ma always says." I give him the best evil look possible, but he just laughs. "Trust me; your scary face is nothing like Michaela's. And I get that alot. Like every two seconds we talk. I'm used to intimidation." I put a red and black flame ring around my eyes and he trembles. However he regains his composure. "Water beats fire, remember?" I smile, and point at his gauntlets. "Look what I can do!" They warp into spikes, and he screams like a girl. "UNCLE!"
Michaela walks in, and Christian demonstrates his words. "Someone talking about me?" Christian laughs nervously, and I walk out. The rest is kind of a blur, but it finally reaches the time for the vows. Since the church has already gone down the toilet, I perform my own speech, leaving the best man (Chane) out of it completely. He's somewhat baffled but he just shrugs. "You may now kiss the bride, I guess." I kiss Holo, and everyone claps. I murmur something to her, and she smiles. She throws the bouquet of apple blooms and wheat right at Michaela. Michaela looks at Christian and he laughs nervously. I laugh my ass off.
At the reception, I meet someone I had not expected. Christian was talking to a woman. He sees me, and beckons me to come. "Hey! Preston, this lady claims to be your Grandma!" I gasp, shocked. "She can't be! My grandmother left my mother years before I was born." Christian shrugs. "Not my problem. She claims to be 'Kagome', which is real weird 'cause..." I turn to him. "Go away, Christian. I need some time with my 'Grandmother.'" I turn back to this 'Kagome'. "If you're my grandmother, then how come you don't look older than thirty?" She laughs. "The Feud- I mean, ha-ha, cosmetics are great this era. I mean nowadays."
Christian gasps, loud enough for me to hear, and he barges through the room. "Preston... Gah... extremely malevolent presence... It wants... something... oh god... YOU HAVE TO FIND HOLO!" He exclaims, and falls to the ground under the weight of the evil thoughts. He is unconscious. "It seems we're going to have to talk later, Grandma. I've got to protect my wife."
I run outside, and see Holo squaring off, still wearing her white dress, with a man I've never seen before. He wears a loose red robe, and has long white hair and dog ears. His yellow eyes glint. He holds a huge sword, seemingly too wide for him to hold. He levels it with ease, and says, "For the last time, give me the Shikon Jewel!" Holo feels the small gem on her necklace, the one that Michaela gave her. I teleport six feet away from him, blocking his way to Holo. "Get... away from her." I say, forming a sword of the same size, but of a tempered black metal. "Who are you... wait... You're a half-demon!" I knit my eyebrows. "I don't care what you call me; I will kill you if you walk a goddamned step closer!" He grins. "Try it." He runs, and for some reason I can't burn him. I lift my sword, barely deflecting his weapon. "Urgh... Iron Reaver, Soul Stealer!" He yells, and tears my sword out of my hand with his bare hand.
I teleport it back to my hand, and use my powerful one handed strike. "What? That's my attack!" He yells, but I'm not paying attention. He deflects my attack, but I strike again. "Ha! If you think you can defeat me with my own technique, YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING! BLADES OF BLOOD!" Red rays of energy hit me, once more disarming me. "DAMN!" I yell. He looks down and sees my sword coming from the ground below him.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I ask. "My name is Inuyasha! I am the Half-Demon son of the Great Dog Demon! I want the Jewel shard that your demon friend possesses. I won't hurt you if you give it to me!" I shake my head. "That is my wife's gift. You can't have it!" He cracks his knuckles, and raises his sword. "I didn't want to do this. Behold the Tessaiga's ultimate technique! BACKLASH WAVE!" He raised the weapon. "NO!" A pinkish streak knocked Tessaiga out of Inuyasha's hand. "Kagome!" Kagome was about twenty feet away, holding a red bow. "Inuyasha! I won't let you do this!" He stops, moving his mouth wordlessly. "What's wrong?" She points at me with the bow. "He's familiar, isn't he?" Inuyasha looks at me, than back to Kagome. "No." She shakes her head. "God damn it. Inuyasha, Sit!" The Son of the Great Dog Demon falls unceremoniously on his face.