"Damn this thing is heavy, these clothes are making me sweat like fuck, and Kay took my flask. I hate this shit I want to go back to bein' a TURK!" Reno's thoughts were frustrated and his aquamarine eyes bloodshot from the night before.
Reno grumbled as he walked through the slums of the newly rebuilt Midgar. The air was too stuffy and the people were all starring way too much for his comfort. The fiery redhead slumped towards the address scrawled on his paper, dragging the wooden staff as he did.
Where the hell was this place? Reno spun the directions this way and that. Ok, Reno wouldn't consider himself a genius, but he was pretty sure that "Go in the big building that looks like a noodle." Wasn't even a real direction.
There was no building that looked like a big noodle. Why would there be a building that even resembled a…..
Reno's thoughts trailed off as he gazed at a large chrome building, though the metal was dyed a bright yellow and crafted into the shape of a macaroni noodle.
"Shit….." Reno breathed out as he stared in disbelief at the building. Several thoughts flitted into the redhead's mind. The first was why would anyone make a building like this, the second was what could this damn place possibly make, and finally why in Ifrit's nine hells would they need a priest?
Pushing the double doors open, Reno glanced around the lobby with undisguised curiosity. Every person who walked this place's floor seemed to have a cheesy smile plastered onto their faces, no pun intended.
"You must be Reno, our priest. My name is Jester, pleasure to meet you!" A man no taller then 4'10" stood beside Reno stretching a hand up to offer it to the sniggering redhead.
"Yeah…..whatever yo." Reno drawled as he took the offered appendage. Jester began leading the redhead toward a set of elevators.
"I was so thrilled when the young girl called and told us that she had found a priest for this ceremony, why it wouldn't be possible without you!" The balding man looked at Reno with such thankful eyes the red-haired man almost laughed. This guy had no idea what he was in for.
"What is this ceremony anyway yo?" Jester's eyes went from thankful to surprised in a matter of seconds.
"I thought you had already been told!" Reno snorted at the man's tone.
"If I knew would Iya asked?" Reno watched the numbers slowly blink and change as Jester stuttered for a few moments, constantly readjusting his gold colored suit.
"Well, it's a marriage…..of sorts." Reno didn't have a chance to respond as the elevator doors slid open revealing a very bizarre sight for the redhead. Silken banners dressed were draped from the ceiling and across several of the tables. Bouquets of pale pink roses and white daffodils placed in crystal vases sat as center pieces atop pale blue table cloths. At the front of the room stood an archway decorated with several types of flowers that Reno couldn't possibly name.
"The wedding is to start soon, would you mind waiting in the front of the room please?" Jester motioned for Reno to move forward. Reno grunted as he made his way toward the front of the room.
It seemed as though hours passed as the redhead stood and waited for whatever the hell these people wanted him to do. After Reno had resorted to taking the peanuts sitting on a nearby table, using a rubber band to create a make-shift slingshot, and trying to hit as many passersby as possible, Jester reappeared once more.
"The ceremony is going to start very soon. Are you prepared?" Reno just shrugged his shoulders before saying,
"As ready as I'll ever be yo." Jester smiled brightly before gesturing at a man in the back of the room.
Music began to play as a figure in a white dress moved slowly down the isle. As the figure came to stand before Reno, the veil was lifted to reveal a person that caused the redhead to breakout in a fit of laughter.
"Oh my Gods boss man what the hell are you doin' wearing a dress!?" Before the Wutainian man could respond, however, another voice spoke from behind the redhead.
"Why marrying me of course!" Reno spun around and, as his eyes came to rest on the plump, overweight, and poorly dressed man his face contorted in disgust.
"Don Coreno!? Why in Ifrit's nine hells would you marry Tseng!?"
Author's Note: And that is where we will stop this chapter. I received a question asking when I will start answering questions again. There will be two updates for each of the jobs so you can figure it will be at least a month. I would like to announce that the partner story to Cirque De Shinra which will show what happens backstage of the show will possibly have its first chapter published sometime this week. That story will vary between the conversational format and description format. Well, that's all for now. Thanks for reading and all of your support! Sincerely, Kay.