Me:And ladies and well ladies (im sure not many guys are on fanfiction so sorry if I am offending anyone.) but anyways I am back with my last chapter! ...JK! I have a lot more chapters I have to do so bare with me (or do you spell it bear?) anyways
Shun:Oh shut up already i'm tired of alll this drama
Alice:Shun please don't.
Shun: *depressed*
Me:I'm sorry.
Masqurade:Hey when am I going to be in the story?
Me:In a minute
Dasiy:When am I going to kill alice? Iv'e been waiting for so long!
Me:Shut up. I do not own bakugan and sady I don't own penute butter anymore waaa oh a million thanks to Unyielding wish for helping me!
"M-me?"
"Yes, you. Will you marry me?" Shun prayed, prayed as if his life hung on a string, that nobody would interfere on this moment.
It took Alice a moment, but finally she nodded. "Where are you going to get the ring?"
"Oh...I brought some jewels with me. I was not supposed to, but I did anyway." He took out a ring inlaid with emeralds and amethysts. "Do you like it? It was my mother's, and it was very special to her, because this ring has come a long way."
"It's beautiful," Alice replied awkwardly.
He slipped in on her slender finger. The ring shimmered with the light.
"But do you think I am capable of becoming a wife?" Alice asked. "I have never had a parent, and I don't know what it's like to have a mother or be a mother, nor a wife for that matter."
"If you can give me children, and do a good job taking care of them, certainly. But I already think you will make a fine wife for me."
"Your relatives are here," called the little girl.
"Shun, you are?" asked a portly man, with fat red cheeks like apples and a waddling sort of walk. He had a bushy mustache and squinted at Shun through watery eyes. He was potbellied.
"Yes I am, and you are?"
"Well I am your uncle as you know and you may call me George. So what brings you here? Shiori sent a letter to me and asked me to take you in for a while, and something about urgency. Of course you may stay," George said in a sort of rush. Shun got the impression that the man had awkward social skills, much like himself.
"Well you see," he began but was quickly interrupted.
"Your aunt, Emily, will be coming shortly with her husband," said George gruffly, sticking out his chubby hand. "I do believe we haven't met. I was never there when you visited us."
"Ah, yes," Shun replied.
At this a tall, thin man came out of the study. He wore eyeglasses and his hair had silvery strands of gray in it. He had a pointed chin and a small beard, with the look of an Englishman (the long-standing enemy of the French) about him. Shun recognized this man immediately.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you, Shun," said the uncle whom Shun called "Uncle." "How is your mother?"
"She's fine," Shun replied, not actually knowing how well his mother was.
"How long have you been traveling?" Uncle asked, coming down.
"About three days."
"George, I suspect he needs a bath," mused Uncle to George, fingering his beard. "After that, a nice haircut. The girl needs some cleaning up, too. Shall I ask the maid to do it, or wait until Emily comes?"
"Emily will like to see them scrubbed up finely," George replied.
Shun nodded.
"Are you ...married, already?" Uncle peered at them from the top of his spectacles.
"I just proposed," Shun explained. "She is Alice." Alice looked down shyly, before remembering to curtsy. Meeting shun's mother was hard, but that was nothing compared to his relatives in Normandy. For some reason, Shun wasn't - Shun just didn't seemed as detached and hard to understand as them. It was unsettling to stare in Uncle's ice blue eyes and see George ambling around.
"Really? What was her answer?" Uncle asked.
Alice studied Uncle's eyes, and for a brief moment they reminded her of a certain blonde. His eyes looked just like hers... just as frosty, cold and lifeless. She shivered just thinking about it.
"She accepted, and well we were planning on marrying here in the town; a small wedding," Shun went on. Alice shook off the feeling. Shun trusted them enough to tell them about the wedding place. That must mean they were trustworthy.
"Church?" suggested George.
"Yes, that would be fine, but I only want my relatives. When is Emily coming?"
"Emily will be coming soon. Did you already ask your grandfather to come as well as your mother?"
Shun felt alarm bells go off in his head. "Well, I did but you see my mother has been very sick, and my grandfather doesn't quite approve of the wedding, so-"
"Shun? It's been so long!" A middle-aged woman with blackish hair hurried in and kissed him twice on both cheeks.
"Yes, and you would be Aunt Emily?"
"Oh yes. You need a bath!" Emily waved for a maid, and directed the maid to the bath room. "Please fetch some new clothes for both of them, prepare them a bath... and please tell chef to make a lot more food!"
"Right away, ma'am." The maid disappeared.
"You were saying, Shun?" George asked.
"Oh, uh, never mind me." Shun laughed nervously and waved him off. This was strange. Had he just realized the strange vibe both uncles were giving off? It didn't feel safe to him. But that couldn't be. In his younger age, he always loved to talk to them. And Emily...was that a fleeting iciness in her eyes, just like that dark-haired female demon?
"Excuse me, but your baths are ready."
'Baths?'
Alice and Shun looked at each other, then looked at the maid.
"Well, go on! It will be a great experience for you," Emily encouraged, and they both blushed.
Shun and Alice followed the maid, and Alice glanced back to see Uncle's intense gaze on her.
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Me: bwahahhahaha
Shun:boring
Alice:well this was interesting.
Me:sorry god!
