"Tira! Hurry, or we'll be late!" Shiranu instructed as Tira pulled on a sleek white dress she would be wearing to her wedding this afternoon. She looked in the mirror and noticed the worried look on her face. "Shiranu," she began reluctantly, "do you really think we should be doing this?"
Shiranu turned from the closet. "We are going to go through with this." he countered. "Damned witness protection program. Crack in the system, huh?" he mumbled as he rummaged through some clothes and threw them in a bag. "I want you to pack a bag of some clothes and toiletries, just the bare necessities. We are going on a…uh…trip for awhile."
Tira gasped. "Shiranu! I can't leave my friends! My sister!" Shiranu growled and threw a shoe at her. "You're leaving with me. I need someone to take care of our apartment in L.A." Tira sighed, knowing it was no use, and pulled on some shoes.
"Do you, Shiranu Genender, take Tira Misu to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked in a tired voice. The man was wearing a worn gray coat with a red and blue striped tie.
"Yeah, I do." Shiranu said hurriedly as he glanced at his watch. The priest turned to Tira. "Do you, Tira Misu, take Shiranu Genender to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Tira looked around nervously, waiting for someone to interrupt. Shiranu looked at her expectantly. "Yes." She responded. "I do."
The priest sighed. "If there is there anyone here who believes these two should not be wedded in holy matrimony, please speak now or forever hold your peace." Tira looked behind her at the old couple who sat on a bench in the back. They were there only as witnesses. Shiranu looked around also.
"Okay. You two are now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Shiranu smiled at Tira, though he glanced at the clock on the wall before lifting her veil. The doors slammed open.
Tira and Shiranu snapped around. "Don't marry him, Tira!" Carrot yelled. Tira smiled, then saw Shiranu's dead serious face and straightened her face.
"We are holding a ceremony here, sir." The priest said quietly as if nothing was wrong. Shiranu was fuming. "What are you doing, Apple?" Shiranu asked through clenched teeth.
"It's CARROT, you peon. You don't deserve someone like Tira. It's beyond me why she actually WANTS you, but anyone in their right minds would want someone like her." Tira blushed and looked away. "And you take advantage of it. You think you can abuse someone you love?" Shiranu seemed to get madder. "No," Carrot continued. "You don't. Therefore, you don't love her." He paused. "I do."
Tira turned towards him, her red eyes widened in amazement. "Carrot, I-" she began, but Shiranu stepped in front of her. "You…IDIOT!" he yelled. "You ruined everything! Leave now before you lose feeling in your legs!" Carrot laughed, but stepped back. "Yeah, right."
'Wrong choice.' Tira's worried eyes said. Shiranu punched Carrot, who flew back and hit the wall because of the force. He turned back to the altar. "Can we continue this now?"
The priest looked at Tira in anticipation. Tira looked down at Carrot, who was rubbing his nose. "No." Shiranu slowly turned to his fiancée. "Excuse me?" he asked, once again, through clenched teeth.
Tira straightened. "No. I do NOT want to marry me. And there is nothing you can do to make me." Shiranu laughed and pointed to Carrot. "Do you want me to do that to you?"
Now Tira laughed. She pulled off her dress, revealing her tight leather boots and body suit. She pulled a whip out. (Isn't it so convenient how she always wears this under every outfit?) Shiranu was taken aback.
"Now what are you going to do, Shiranu?" she asked, mockingly. Shiranu looked her over, then laughed contemptuously. "You don't scare me. All you are doing right now is turning me on." He turned to find the priest cowering under the alter. "Will you marry us already?" Tira pulled out her whip and flung it back. "I warned you." She said under breath.
"HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" she yelled in an excited rage as she tamed the beast who was to be her husband into a withering pulp on the ground. (Well, not a pulp exactly, but he was a bit beaten up…) She gasped for air, then took off her shoe and threw it at him on the ground. He stirred, but didn't react more than that. "There." She smiled, and walked swiftly out, dragging Carrot with her.
"And then the evil king was arrested, and he was never heard from or seen of again."
"And what happened to the prince and princess, momma?"
"Oh, they got married and three adorable children, who wanted to hear stories rather than go to bed." Tira tickled her three year old son, Ben.
"It's time to go to bed, you two." She commanded, and turned out the light as she kissed Ben and Mokota. She then crossed the hall to kiss goodnight her seven month old, Vanilla. Chocolat named her.
"Are they all asleep?" Carrot asked his wife of five years. Tira smiled and climbed into bed. "Yep, all asleep. They wanted to hear the story again. You know, of how you and I fell in love." Carrot laughed and put down his book. "Maybe one day we can tell them the story of how they have sorcerer hunter in their blood." Tira laughed and pecked Carrot on the cheek. "G'night, Carrot." "Good night, Tira." She flicked off the light. "Love you."
Shiranu turned from the closet. "We are going to go through with this." he countered. "Damned witness protection program. Crack in the system, huh?" he mumbled as he rummaged through some clothes and threw them in a bag. "I want you to pack a bag of some clothes and toiletries, just the bare necessities. We are going on a…uh…trip for awhile."
Tira gasped. "Shiranu! I can't leave my friends! My sister!" Shiranu growled and threw a shoe at her. "You're leaving with me. I need someone to take care of our apartment in L.A." Tira sighed, knowing it was no use, and pulled on some shoes.
"Do you, Shiranu Genender, take Tira Misu to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked in a tired voice. The man was wearing a worn gray coat with a red and blue striped tie.
"Yeah, I do." Shiranu said hurriedly as he glanced at his watch. The priest turned to Tira. "Do you, Tira Misu, take Shiranu Genender to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Tira looked around nervously, waiting for someone to interrupt. Shiranu looked at her expectantly. "Yes." She responded. "I do."
The priest sighed. "If there is there anyone here who believes these two should not be wedded in holy matrimony, please speak now or forever hold your peace." Tira looked behind her at the old couple who sat on a bench in the back. They were there only as witnesses. Shiranu looked around also.
"Okay. You two are now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Shiranu smiled at Tira, though he glanced at the clock on the wall before lifting her veil. The doors slammed open.
Tira and Shiranu snapped around. "Don't marry him, Tira!" Carrot yelled. Tira smiled, then saw Shiranu's dead serious face and straightened her face.
"We are holding a ceremony here, sir." The priest said quietly as if nothing was wrong. Shiranu was fuming. "What are you doing, Apple?" Shiranu asked through clenched teeth.
"It's CARROT, you peon. You don't deserve someone like Tira. It's beyond me why she actually WANTS you, but anyone in their right minds would want someone like her." Tira blushed and looked away. "And you take advantage of it. You think you can abuse someone you love?" Shiranu seemed to get madder. "No," Carrot continued. "You don't. Therefore, you don't love her." He paused. "I do."
Tira turned towards him, her red eyes widened in amazement. "Carrot, I-" she began, but Shiranu stepped in front of her. "You…IDIOT!" he yelled. "You ruined everything! Leave now before you lose feeling in your legs!" Carrot laughed, but stepped back. "Yeah, right."
'Wrong choice.' Tira's worried eyes said. Shiranu punched Carrot, who flew back and hit the wall because of the force. He turned back to the altar. "Can we continue this now?"
The priest looked at Tira in anticipation. Tira looked down at Carrot, who was rubbing his nose. "No." Shiranu slowly turned to his fiancée. "Excuse me?" he asked, once again, through clenched teeth.
Tira straightened. "No. I do NOT want to marry me. And there is nothing you can do to make me." Shiranu laughed and pointed to Carrot. "Do you want me to do that to you?"
Now Tira laughed. She pulled off her dress, revealing her tight leather boots and body suit. She pulled a whip out. (Isn't it so convenient how she always wears this under every outfit?) Shiranu was taken aback.
"Now what are you going to do, Shiranu?" she asked, mockingly. Shiranu looked her over, then laughed contemptuously. "You don't scare me. All you are doing right now is turning me on." He turned to find the priest cowering under the alter. "Will you marry us already?" Tira pulled out her whip and flung it back. "I warned you." She said under breath.
"HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" she yelled in an excited rage as she tamed the beast who was to be her husband into a withering pulp on the ground. (Well, not a pulp exactly, but he was a bit beaten up…) She gasped for air, then took off her shoe and threw it at him on the ground. He stirred, but didn't react more than that. "There." She smiled, and walked swiftly out, dragging Carrot with her.
"And then the evil king was arrested, and he was never heard from or seen of again."
"And what happened to the prince and princess, momma?"
"Oh, they got married and three adorable children, who wanted to hear stories rather than go to bed." Tira tickled her three year old son, Ben.
"It's time to go to bed, you two." She commanded, and turned out the light as she kissed Ben and Mokota. She then crossed the hall to kiss goodnight her seven month old, Vanilla. Chocolat named her.
"Are they all asleep?" Carrot asked his wife of five years. Tira smiled and climbed into bed. "Yep, all asleep. They wanted to hear the story again. You know, of how you and I fell in love." Carrot laughed and put down his book. "Maybe one day we can tell them the story of how they have sorcerer hunter in their blood." Tira laughed and pecked Carrot on the cheek. "G'night, Carrot." "Good night, Tira." She flicked off the light. "Love you."
