Carrot's world was just turned upside down. How could Tira get married, after all
they had been through together?
'You're crazy!' his inner-self yelled. 'What have you been through? Who cares
if Tira is married?' 'Yeah, that's right!' he thought. 'I don't care.' He tried to agree
with this, but an empty spot in the pit of his stomach was forming, and he felt like Tira
had stuck a knife in his heart and twisted it counter-clockwise.
"Carrot? CARROT!" Marron yelled. "Huh?" Carrot asked. "Are you okay?
You look weird." Carrot shook his head, still in disbelief. "I'm...okay." Marron
laughed. "This just justifies my belief of your feelings toward Tira. You're jealous,
aren't you?" Carrot snapped out of his daze and turned to Marron. "I am not jealous of
that...that..." he looked over at the man nibbling on Tira's ear. "That uncultured polyp!"
(Don't ask; its an inside joke between me and nako-chan. Look her up!) Marron's eyes
widened at the use of big words, totally unlike Carrot.
Carrot walked out angrily and turned a couple of hallways. He found himself on a
balcony, looking out over Spoolner, blowing off steam. 'I'm not really mad at Marron.
Or Tira. I'm mad at myself.' He contended, trying to clear his mind of the mix of
emotions that he had just experienced.
After sorting out his thoughts for a few minutes, Carrot heard footsteps
approaching. "Hey." A deep voice greeted. Carrot knew immediately whom this
unfamiliar voice belonged to. "Got a light?" the man asked, taking out a cigarette.
Carrot turned his head to see the profile of the man who claimed to love Tira. He
had dark hair and tanned skin. Now that he saw the man up close, he seemed sort of
familiar. "No, I don't smoke." Carrot answered in a scornful voice.
The man sighed. "So, you're Carrot, right?" he asked. Carrot nodded. "Yeah.
And who would you be?" The man rummaged through his pockets and found a light.
After lighting his cigarette and taking a puff, he replied, "Shiranu."
Carrot decided to touch upon the subject of a certain redhead. "So, Tira's really
something, isn't she?" Shiranu grunted in agreement. "Yup. Really great." Carrot
raised an eyebrow. That wasn't much for someone who was going to be his wife.
"What do you do for a living?" Carrot asked. The man paused. "Um...I work in
the, uh...postal service." He then cleared his throat. "The postal service? Hm." Carrot
replied. 'Sounds fishy to me...' he thought to himself.
That was the end of the conversation. Carrot excused himself and went back to
the large room where he found wrapping paper all over the floor and Tira examining her
presents. Gateau was tormenting Marron and Chocolate was sleeping on a mat in the
corner. 'I don't think I've ever seen her sleep!' Carrot thought in amazement.
He decided to talk to Tira, whom he hasn't spoken to yet. He strutted over.
"Some nice presents you've got here." He said. She jumped, her glasses sliding off so
Carrot could see her red eyes sparkle. She pushed them back up. "Oh...you scared me."
She laughed gently.
Carrot sat down next to her. He immediately interrogated her about Shiranu. "So, where
did you mean Shiranu?" he asked, trying not to look too desperate. "I met him at a
party." She replied, observing a gravy boat in her hands. "What does he do for a living?"
Carrot asked, not satisfied with the answer he got from Shiranu. She looked at him under
her glasses. "He's a nice guy, Carrot. I wasn't going to wait all my life for Mr. Right."
they had been through together?
'You're crazy!' his inner-self yelled. 'What have you been through? Who cares
if Tira is married?' 'Yeah, that's right!' he thought. 'I don't care.' He tried to agree
with this, but an empty spot in the pit of his stomach was forming, and he felt like Tira
had stuck a knife in his heart and twisted it counter-clockwise.
"Carrot? CARROT!" Marron yelled. "Huh?" Carrot asked. "Are you okay?
You look weird." Carrot shook his head, still in disbelief. "I'm...okay." Marron
laughed. "This just justifies my belief of your feelings toward Tira. You're jealous,
aren't you?" Carrot snapped out of his daze and turned to Marron. "I am not jealous of
that...that..." he looked over at the man nibbling on Tira's ear. "That uncultured polyp!"
(Don't ask; its an inside joke between me and nako-chan. Look her up!) Marron's eyes
widened at the use of big words, totally unlike Carrot.
Carrot walked out angrily and turned a couple of hallways. He found himself on a
balcony, looking out over Spoolner, blowing off steam. 'I'm not really mad at Marron.
Or Tira. I'm mad at myself.' He contended, trying to clear his mind of the mix of
emotions that he had just experienced.
After sorting out his thoughts for a few minutes, Carrot heard footsteps
approaching. "Hey." A deep voice greeted. Carrot knew immediately whom this
unfamiliar voice belonged to. "Got a light?" the man asked, taking out a cigarette.
Carrot turned his head to see the profile of the man who claimed to love Tira. He
had dark hair and tanned skin. Now that he saw the man up close, he seemed sort of
familiar. "No, I don't smoke." Carrot answered in a scornful voice.
The man sighed. "So, you're Carrot, right?" he asked. Carrot nodded. "Yeah.
And who would you be?" The man rummaged through his pockets and found a light.
After lighting his cigarette and taking a puff, he replied, "Shiranu."
Carrot decided to touch upon the subject of a certain redhead. "So, Tira's really
something, isn't she?" Shiranu grunted in agreement. "Yup. Really great." Carrot
raised an eyebrow. That wasn't much for someone who was going to be his wife.
"What do you do for a living?" Carrot asked. The man paused. "Um...I work in
the, uh...postal service." He then cleared his throat. "The postal service? Hm." Carrot
replied. 'Sounds fishy to me...' he thought to himself.
That was the end of the conversation. Carrot excused himself and went back to
the large room where he found wrapping paper all over the floor and Tira examining her
presents. Gateau was tormenting Marron and Chocolate was sleeping on a mat in the
corner. 'I don't think I've ever seen her sleep!' Carrot thought in amazement.
He decided to talk to Tira, whom he hasn't spoken to yet. He strutted over.
"Some nice presents you've got here." He said. She jumped, her glasses sliding off so
Carrot could see her red eyes sparkle. She pushed them back up. "Oh...you scared me."
She laughed gently.
Carrot sat down next to her. He immediately interrogated her about Shiranu. "So, where
did you mean Shiranu?" he asked, trying not to look too desperate. "I met him at a
party." She replied, observing a gravy boat in her hands. "What does he do for a living?"
Carrot asked, not satisfied with the answer he got from Shiranu. She looked at him under
her glasses. "He's a nice guy, Carrot. I wasn't going to wait all my life for Mr. Right."
