2: Idea
Series*
Shiine·etc*
General*
AftertheWedding*
We talked about the party over lunch earlier that day, and Cha-cha was elected head of the planning committee. After a couple of hours of doing nothing due to mental block and short attention span, we wished our friends would come to help. Cha-cha's mother suggested inviting Yakko, Marin, and Suzu over.
Invitation wasn't necessary, though. The trio was to visit that day, so we only had to wait for them.
"Cha-cha, some people are here to see you," her mother sweetly called from the doorway.
Yakko, instead of following Marin, who, squeezed poor Riiya *snicker* before he could turn into a wolf as soon as she caught sight of him (Hey, I don't blame him if his reaction time deteriorated! We haven't been fighting monsters and evil villains for such a long while now, that's why it seems he's not as athletic and as strong anymore...), went to the other room and zoomed towards Teacher Seravi, like a bulldozer destroying everything that came its way. Fortunately, Cha-cha stepped on her black cloak the minute she left her place at the door, and froze a whisker away from Teacher Seravi's robe. Miss Dorothy heaved a sigh of relief, who happened to approach him at that time. Yakko sprang back beside Cha-cha, with a furious look on her face that wanted to kill the innocent-looking red hood.
Suzu and I were the only ones feeling calm. "Hi Suzu!" I greeted her.
"Hello, Shiine!" was her response.
"Attention everyone!" Cha-cha called out, as all of us turned our heads to her and listened. She cleared her throat, narrowed her eyes, and read a piece of paper she tore out from her red notebook. "Today we are going to discuss the activities we are going to undertake in the banquet held in honor of Shiine's family, taking place in approximately seventy-two hours..."
She paused for a while, as if computing something in her head, and concluded, "...twenty-three minutes and forty-five seconds, and still counting."
"Where did you learn to speak like that?" Marin asked.
"You're improving in your English and Math lessons now, Cha-cha!" I complimented her.
The little princess blushed shyly and gave a short bow accompanied by a curtsy afterwards. She overdid it. "You think so? Thank you! Now, let's get to work. I'll have to assign each of you to a job you must accomplish before the party. Shiine, you'll be the exception since your parents are the guests of honor..."
Yes!
"...But you'll be the emcee of the program. Is that okay with you?"
"I don't think I'll do a good job as emcee--"
"Shiine, you'll be great! Trust me."If you say so, I'll do anything for you, Cha-cha! She checked a part of her paper and continued with the assignments. "I'm in charge of the food...and a little surprise."
"What is it?" Riiya asked, grabbing the chance of transforming into a wolf the minute Marin listened to Cha-cha. "Please, can I help out with the food?"
If he does, the party will be ruined. No, don't make him do it, Cha-cha...please... I pleaded silently.
"Oh, something I'll whip up for everyone, but I can't let you take charge of the food. You'll eat everything up!"
She smiled mysteriously, and gave me a wink. Seemed to have read my mind. "Anyway, Marin and Yakko will be in charge of the decorations. Suzu, you'll do the invitations. Everything understood?"
We all nodded, and said yes.
"Then let's get to work!" Standing up all at the same time, we went outside and to the open, grassy field, just in front of Teacher Seravi's cottage.
"PINK!"
"PURPLE!"
"PINK!"
"I said purple, and that's final!"
"Who told you? Everybody knows pink is better than purple!"
Yakko and Marin were arguing which color was to be theme of the party. This isn't going too well...Sometimes they make such a good pair, and sometimes... I looked around instead and enjoyed the cool breeze sweeping my loose hair over my face. Green filled my sight, mixed with a few touches of brown in a group of trees at the right, hues of pinks, reds and yellows on the other side, and a brush of powder blue over the top. Butterflies fluttered by...birds chirping softly...rabbits hopping to and fro...Why had I noticed this beautiful sight at such a bad time, when we wouldn't be able to enjoy it?
Cha-cha and I came over to them, and attempted to break them apart.
"Then use RED," she broke in. "I like it better than pink or purple anyway. Besides, I get to choose which color to use for the party since *I'm* in charge of the committee."
"No way," Yakko shot back. "Purple will be the party's theme!"
"PINK!"
"I SAID RED!"
"STOP IT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, almost making a rock formation nearby crumble. Even Riiya and Suzu heard me. Oops. "How are we supposed to finish something if we keep on yelling at each other and fight for what we like? We should first think what color is fit for a baby shower."
"Pink," Marin answered quietly. I glared at her. "It's true...if it is for a baby girl."
"W-well, purple is better...uh, because...i-i-it is the combination of two colors," Yakko stammered, as if making up her sentences to be more believable. "Red...for girls...and blue...for boys."
I nodded with my eyes closed, as if in deep thought. "Both of you have a point, but we have to be more logical. Baby colors have to be more soft and light...like this..."
I hope this works. Before I could stop myself from performing a spell--a crazy idea that just passed through me a second ago--I raised my hands and cast a spell in my head. I closed my eyes for a minute, fearing how the spell turned out.
Everything suddenly turned quiet, except for the sound of nature, which, obviously, we couldn't control. Curious of what was going on, I opened my eyes immediately.
Everything was fuzzy at first, and slowly the result of my spell came into view, along with five figures, who looked more like statues of my friends, froze in their place, as thought they have seen a ghost. In this case, something impossible appeared. I still couldn't believe my eyes in spite of my recovery, and was stunned.
Hints of meadow grass peeked through roundtables covered with gleaming-white cloths, and each a thin, crystal flower vase at the center containing three roses -- pink, red, and peach ones. With it were a few pieces of paper, and as I looked closer, they were decorated with an embossed vine of ivy around the name of each guest to sit at that table, in the most wonderful handwriting only an angel could have written.
Pastel-colored posts, almost as sweet and edible-looking as candy, lined up at both sides, with strips of silver and golden foil originating from the posts' tops twisted and turned around, submissive to the wind's will. Trees a minute distance away from the venue of the festivity were not forgotten, either, for they were adorned with paper flowers with greatest range of tints and shades, and one the trunks were little artworks of animals, people, flowers, clouds -- whatever one could think of.
Finally, calling out the greatest attention of all was the stage, shining with all its distinction. Maybe it was the unique, color-changing glitter that stuck everywhere, or the little flags and streamers dancing too with the wind, or the banner announcing the nature of the occasion, almost jumping out at you, that contributed to its beauty.
Not one color stood out, for they all complimented one another and each were distributed throughout each furniture and decoration evenly.
We didn't know how long we have been statues, (even Riiya was amazed) but we were all brought back to life at the same time. In spite of that, I still had no idea what to say. Suzu and Riiya came over to find out what was going on.
"I think I just..." I slowly uttered.
"...Shiine just...c-cast a spell..." Cha-cha narrated completely.
"...And finished all our work," Marin and Yakko said at the same time.
"You did it, Shiine!" the head of the committee finally exclaimed with much excitement and delight, her reason coming back to her.
Yet mine still didn't. "I did?"
She started shaking my shoulders, and I couldn't stop looking helpless. I then sweatdropped. "Yes! You did it! The work is practically done! Thanks to you!"
"Can we eat now?"
Now it was Cha-cha's turn to sweatdrop.
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