Okaaay… so no one wanted to make an OC? PLEAASSSEEE! I'll beg, you know I will! The form is near the bottom of my profile!
The first part of this chapter is purely boredom personified, because I have to figure out like 7 different fight scenes. For once I'm writing an author's note before starting the chapter, basically hoping I can get all the little sweet moments in before the next chapter, HOPEFULLY!
A Fair to Remember; Do We Get Cake Afterwards?
Ed and Lemmy's lateness left everyone bitter about being late to the fair, "You just had to be late, didn't you?" "Do we get cake afterwards?" "I'm so excited!" "I COULD'VE DRIVEN TO THE FAIR FASTER! WHY THE FUCK ARE ALL THESE BLANKETS BACK HERE?" The last part was Blood unsurprisingly. Everyone sans Lemmy, Ed, Maka, and Soul were piled in the pack sitting on the blankets and a medium box marked 'FLAMMABLE' in big red letters.
Ed banged his head into the steering wheel, his hair now in a braid behind his head. He already had a very large headache courtesy of the bruise on his forehead, "WILL EVERYONE STOP COMPLAINING! LOOK!" he pointed towards the oncoming bright lights. Even at 7:30 the lights still shone brightly against the setting sun.
Maka's smile brightened and Soul had to smile along with her, 'She always gets so excited.' He put his arm around her shoulders and she turned her smile to him.
Suddenly Patty squeezed through the small space between Lemmy and Maka, hands braced on the dashboard, "LOOK AT THE LIGHTS SIS!"
Lemmy pushed her back as Ed pulled up and found a place to park, "Alright, all Meisters, Weapons, crazy gold-plated eagle waving maniacs, Native American shamans who have apologized fifty times, girls who won't tell their so-obvious boyfriends she loves him, guys who love said book-waving chicks unconditionally and carry a ri-" He saw soul glaring at him, "Moving on."
"Can't we just get out of the car?" Maka asked.
"Not until I'm done. Where was I? Creepy kids with pink hair, psychotic bitches who dig that, emotionally disturbed 15 year olds, chicks who should've have been dead," Everyone's patience was waning by now, "Tough Brooklyn chicks, symmetry loving sociopaths, rich as shit perverts, bubbly blonde airheads, surgeon wannabes, loyal dogs to the rich as shit pervert, arrogant you-know-whats, and the only nice persons of the bunch." He saw the looks he was getting, "I say all of that with love." He smirked.
"I'm not a gold-plated eagle waving maniac." Lemmy glared.
"I've told him I loved him!" Maka blushed.
"So what I love her unconditionally?" Soul raised an eyebrow, "And that last part was our little secret."
"You think I'm creepy…?" Crona said lowering his head. Senna patted his back, but stopped,
"Did you call me a psychotic bitch?" She glared.
"I AM NOT EMOTIONALLY DISTURBED!" Dante yelled.
"Do you want me dead?" Kim asked angered.
"Me? Tough?" Liz asked.
"If you want a sociopath, I'll show you a sociopath." Kid threatened.
"I may be rich as shit, but I am by no means a pervert." Blood said raising a fist.
Patty grabbed Ed's collar, "And I am no airhead…" She growled, a creepy twinge in her eye.
"A surgeon wannabe? Is that all you have?" Jackie smirked.
"And I am no-"
"LOOK! LIGHTS!" Ed said as he opened the car door and rolled out. He started running, "SEE YA SUCKERS!"
Lemmy went racing after him, "WAIT UP!"
Tsubaki sighed, "Apparently he failed to realize he has to drive afterwards." She opened the back door, "Shall we?"
Black*Star jumped out and held his hand out to her, "After you." She smiled and took his hand, jumping out of the back. Everyone followed suit, Maka and Soul being the last out.
He looked around to see no one, "Looks like they deserted us."
He turned and saw Maka, grinning from ear to ear, about to burst from joy, "Bumper cars…?"
He had to suppress a laugh, "Sure." He offered his hand and she happily took it, taking off, giggling like a mad-woman and he tried to keep up with her and laughing.
Black*Star and Tsubaki were walking along the line of stalls and games, hand in hand. After what happened with that psycho he didn't want to let her go, and even with not wanting to dwell on it, it kept creeping into his mind, 'I almost lost her…'
He shook his head of the thought and Tsubaki noticed him gripping her hand tighter, "Black*Star, are you alright?" She asked concerned.
He looked at her, "Yeah, I'm fine." He saw a game stall across from them 'SHOOT THE STAR' and he chuckled darkly, 'That's exactly how I feel.' He looked over to see Tsubaki's concerned face. He tugged on her hand, "C'mon I'll win you a prize."
He led her over to the stall. She looked up and smiled slightly, "Interesting choice." She looked at him, "I'd rather the star not be shot."
He smirked, "We'll see about that…"
Patty had dragged Blood halfway around the fair until she found what she was looking for, "A carousel!" She squealed.
Blood smirked, "A fan of carousels are we my dear?" She nodded jumping up and down, but her smile dropped and she stopped jumping making him raise an eyebrow, "Are you alright?"
She nodded and raised her hands suddenly signing, 'Look what I can do' His jaw dropped and she smiled, "I heard you broke your hearing aid." She cocked he head to the side, "I've been all night the past four days learning the basics."
He shook his head and his jaw relocated from the ground back to its original place, "You are full of surprises Patricia." He said looking down at her smiling face and gestured to the carousel, "How many times do you want to ride around. Hell, I'll buy you a carousel," He grasped her face in his hands, "just never change."
She lifted on her tip-toes and kissed his nose, "Can I go on the carousel now?"
He laughed, "Of course." She smiled and raced over. He walked over to the man controlling it, "500 she," He pointed to Patty, "goes on now. 1000, you keep this thing running as long as she wants."
The man shook his head, "Sorry… Can't."
Blood took out a roll of bills, "2000."
"Deal." The man held his hand out and Blood handed him the money.
Elsewhere in the park Lemmy and Ed were next in line for a ride called the 'HAMMERHEAD'. Ed was basically on his knees begging for forgiveness, "Please, pleeeeaaassse forgive me honey. I said all that stuff because of stress." He grabbed his head, "Oh no what're our friends gonna say? I can see Senna now 'This is what you get for screwing while I'm getting my head bashed in' and Black*Star 'What do you mean late'. I'M HAVING A MENTAL BREADOWN!" He face planted into the ground, "I'M SORRY!"
Lemmy sighed and smacked her head, "For Pete's sake man," She grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up, "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER DAMMIT!" She let him go and they got on the ride. As they strapped in she started trying to reassure him, "Our friends will forgive you I'm sure of it. We'll just explain, they'll freak out, done deal." She looked up at him, "We'll be okay. I'm sure this is just a fluke."
He nodded and the ride started. They went straight up in the air and swung back down, "HOOOOLLLLYYYY FUUUUUCCKKKK!" Ed yelled. It held them upside down for a moment before going backwards.
Lemmy put her hand over her mouth, "I think I'm going to be sick."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Too late. The ride ended and they stepped off. Ed walked over to the slightly overweight man running the controls, "There wouldn't happen to be a water hose around here, would there?" He asked holding his nose.
The man looked him over, "Only thin' that helps mask t' smell of puke is," He snorted loudly and spat on Ed's shirt, "tobaccy."
Ed glared at him, "Thanks. That really helped." He walked over to Lemmy, "SMITE HIM!"
Elliot and Jackie sat at the benches near the entrance eating cotton candy. She kept staring at his cheek where his scar was and it was making him self conscious about it. Suddenly she reached over and put her hand on that cheek, "W-What?"
"I'm sorry." She said sadly.
He blinked, "You didn't do anything. If anyone should be apologizing, it's that witch."
She smiled sadly at him, "I know but…" she pouted, "How do I explain it? I wish me and Kim could've been called on with the mission. If we could've been there to help, maybe it wouldn't have happened."
He patted her hand, "It would've happened anyway. It was my fault for not being on guard."
"But we could've protecte-"
"I would've tried to protect you." He said stressing the fact. He stood up and walked around to where she was sitting, "Come on. We might as well ride some rides while we're here." He said holding out his hand.
She took it and smiled, "Yeah, you're right." And followed him.
Crona sat next to Senna in the front row near the stage, each having a cup of shaved ice in hand, "The band's not bad." She remarked as she dug into the peach flavored ice, "Why do you look so down?"
He lifted his head surprised, "Oh… Uh nothing." He looked down and started picking at the ice with a spoon.
She frowned, "Crona… Tell me what's wrong." She lifted his chin with her hand, "I'm not above interrogation." She smiled and removed her hand.
He smiled slightly back at her, but put his head back down, "Do… Do you think I'm creepy?"
She raised an eyebrow, "Is that why you're all down in the dumps?" She leaned her head on his shoulder, "I don't think you're creepy at all." She looked up at him, "Do you think I'm a psychotic bitch?"
His eyes widened and he shook his head, "No of course not!"
She smiled, "See? You don't think I'm a bitch, and I don't think you're creepy, and as long as we think that about each other, we don't have to worry about what others think about us. Do you get it?"
He blushed slightly and nodded, "Yeah… Yeah I do."
She stood up suddenly and grabbed his shoulders, "Let's go on a ride!" She said leaning her forehead on his.
"O-Okay." He stuttered.
She smiled as she stood up straight, looking around, "There!" She pointed, "Kid and Liz are about to get on the Tilt-a-Whirl." She grabbed his hand as soon as he stood up, "Wanna join 'em?"
He smiled, nodding his assent and they raced over.
Kid and Liz stood in the line. She put her hand on his shoulder, "You know I was kidding about the whole 'romp' thing. I know it made you uncomfortable." She smiled and cocked her head to the side, "Though rape isn't completely out of the question…"
He turned to her and smirked, "Somehow I see a 'Fifty Shades' glint in your eyes."
She smacked his arm lightly before crossing hers, "You make me sound like a pervert!"
"No that would be Lemmy… Did you what Senna did to them after she found out what they did while she was gone?"
She put a finger to her chin, "Let me guess… I'm guessing revenge via chocolate?"
He nodded, "Laxative cupcakes." He cringed, "She's very vindictive isn't she?"
She sighed, "I blame the head wound. She can plead insanity then." She thought for a moment, "Well even I can plead that living with you~" She jested.
He rolled his eyes, "Ha-ha… Hey speaking of homicidal maniacs." She turned and they waved as Senna and Crona running over to greet them, "Come to joins us are you?"
They nodded and Senna gave him a thumbs up, "But of course." The man opened the gate and she gestured, "After you."
Dante and Kim slid down the very large slide at the end of the park, "I FEEL SO ALIVE!" He yelled as he slid on the burlap sack. He hit the bottom, Kim following behind him. He jumped up, "WOO! THIS IS AMAZING! I'M SEEING SO MANY COLORS RIGHT NOW AND THE WORLD IS MY CRAYON BOX!"
Kim raised an eyebrow, "You're fucking high right now aren't you?"
He kneeled down and poked her nose, "I. Admit." He stood up, arms raised, "NOTHING!"
She fell on her back, "Jeez… You're completely insane." She smirked, "I honestly don't know what I'd do without you."
He fell on his back next to her, "I feel the same way. Can you see us when we're older, hunting down vile witches, killing them without hesitation. Fun, right?"
She paled for a moment, "You… You really hate witches don't you?"
"Yep."
"All of them? I mean, don't you think some witches can actually be good? Look at Dovie."
He shook his head, "Nope. All witches are evil, despicable people. I bet even Dovie will turn on us eventually." He said in all seriousness. He felt her tense and looked at her, "Are you okay?"
She snapped out of her haze and smiled, "Of course!" She said happily and grabbed his hand, "C'mon! Let's go again!" She dragged him to the line again, all the while thinking, 'I'm so fucked.'
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