Hehe, I'm back. I'm having a bit of a writer's block with Ne Plus Ultra.
This story, however, is coming more easily. So here's another chapter.
_I_ really like this one. I think it's funny. It might be written a little awkwardly because I had to churn it out fast. (School starts next week and I still have an essay to write.)
I will warn you that Zach is a bit of a potty mouth there at the end, but, hey, this thing is rated PG-13, so it should be all right, right? And I'm warning you too, so there!
Enjoy until next time!
~Loulibelle
P.S. Oh, and for anyone wondering about the title (Wyse), just think of it as a metaphor. The meaning will become clear later on~! (I enjoy acting mysterious.Muajajajaja!)
disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Rudyard, however, is _mine_.
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"So let me get this straight: you want to marry me?" When Zachary had come over unexpectedly with something important to say, Minako had never in a million years imagined it would be something like this. Minako looked down at the man kneeling in front of her. "Are you serious?"
The floor was tile and very hard on the knees. "Dead serious Minako. I love you and I want you for my wife! I've thought about this a lot the past few days and I realized I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"
Minako began chewing her lip nervously. She stared into Zachary's eyes and at the honesty she saw there. She loved this man, hell, she'd even tried to kill herself over him! But.but. "But you can't be serious, Zachary!" She finally exclaimed. "You're a married man! What about your wife and child? Won't they be upset? I'll be a home wrecker!" The thought almost made her cry. "I'll be ruining someone's life! I can't do that! Think of the negative press!"
His leg was falling asleep. Letting out a groan, he tried to reason. "Mina-honey, my marriage is a sham." 'In more ways than one.' "My wife and I have talked it over, and we've decided that this is the best way to go! There will be no hurt feelings on either side, I promise."
She sniffled delicately. "Are you sure?"
He stumbled up, tingly leg and all, and embraced her, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Honey, it's as if I haven't even been married these last six years. Now trust me. This is for the best."
Minako heaved a whuffled sigh. "Oh, Zach, if only there was some way I could be sure she's all right.I'd hate to have someone hate me."
She felt his smile through her hair. "I'll tell her how concerned you are. She'll be touched. It'll almost be like you told her yourself."
Minako sat straight up, dislodging her suitor. She stood up, and turning toward him, began to smile. 'Of course! Why didn't I think of this before!'
"Zach! You're a genius! I'll go meet her!"
"_What!?!_"
"I'll go meet her and see for myself whether everything's okay!" She was practically dancing now, caught up in her own brilliance. "If I talk to her, Zachary, I know I'll feel so much better about this whole thing!"
Zach, for his part, could only stare at her incredulously. Was this girl for real? How many people would insist on meeting a man's wife before she married the man? He had to get himself out of this and fast! "Mina, dear, think about what you're saying."
He was cut off by the look in her eyes.
"Zach." Minako made sure just the right amount of tears were shimmering in her baby blues. Her voice wavered. "Meeting her would mean so much to me. Are you saying you don't think I'm fit to meet your wife?"
He blanched. "No! No! That's not what I'm saying at all!"
"Then introduce me to her, Zach, or my answer to your proposal will be no."
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"I am so fucked!" Zachary wailed to the stuffed moose in his arms. He'd returned from Minako's condo roughly four hours ago, frazzled with worry. In an attempt at therapy, he'd changed into his favorite boxers and now sat on his ottoman in front of the fire. On the coffee table lay a half-empty bottle of tequila and a shot glass. In his lap, the loyal animal he'd gotten as a present for his second birthday.
He basked in the warm glow that the fire and the alcohol afforded. So far he'd imbibed enough of his drink of choice to be able to speak to the animal in his lap freely without feeling a fool. The amount, however, wasn't sufficient to inhibit the concocting of any of his brilliant strategies.
Though, he admitted to himself with a grimace, it was his _last_ "brilliant strategy" that had led him to his current predicament.
How on earth had things gotten so tangled? He finally decides to get tied down to a woman and she throws this at him. Was that even fair? "How the hell is she going to meet a wife I don't have?!" He demanded of Rudyard (the name of the moose). "And it isn't as easy as coming clean and telling her I'm a bachelor, either. She's one of those 'honesty is the best policy' types. Can't stand lying of any sort! Why, I heard she once fired a guy for lying about how tall he was! Can you imagine?"
Rudyard gazed at him in moosey commiseration.
"Buddy," he said to his companion, "you're my pal. I get the feeling that in a couple more drinks you'll be able to give me advice, too."
Deciding that it was worth a shot, so to speak, Zach tossed back another drink. Then looked to the stuffed animal that lay in his lap. "Okay, how'm I gonna produce a wife, friend?"
Rudyard stared back through glassy eyes and remained tight-lipped.
"Damn it, bud! You're going to give me a headache! Now I know how Ami feels. Waitaminute! Ami!"
He hugged the moose tight and patted him on the head, grinning madly. "Rudyard, my friend, you are a genius!"
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Enjoyed it? Want more? Hated it? Want it to die? Think it was stupid? Have no opinion whatsoever?
REVIEW IT and LET ME KNOW!!!
_I_ really like this one. I think it's funny. It might be written a little awkwardly because I had to churn it out fast. (School starts next week and I still have an essay to write.)
I will warn you that Zach is a bit of a potty mouth there at the end, but, hey, this thing is rated PG-13, so it should be all right, right? And I'm warning you too, so there!
Enjoy until next time!
~Loulibelle
P.S. Oh, and for anyone wondering about the title (Wyse), just think of it as a metaphor. The meaning will become clear later on~! (I enjoy acting mysterious.Muajajajaja!)
disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Rudyard, however, is _mine_.
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"So let me get this straight: you want to marry me?" When Zachary had come over unexpectedly with something important to say, Minako had never in a million years imagined it would be something like this. Minako looked down at the man kneeling in front of her. "Are you serious?"
The floor was tile and very hard on the knees. "Dead serious Minako. I love you and I want you for my wife! I've thought about this a lot the past few days and I realized I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"
Minako began chewing her lip nervously. She stared into Zachary's eyes and at the honesty she saw there. She loved this man, hell, she'd even tried to kill herself over him! But.but. "But you can't be serious, Zachary!" She finally exclaimed. "You're a married man! What about your wife and child? Won't they be upset? I'll be a home wrecker!" The thought almost made her cry. "I'll be ruining someone's life! I can't do that! Think of the negative press!"
His leg was falling asleep. Letting out a groan, he tried to reason. "Mina-honey, my marriage is a sham." 'In more ways than one.' "My wife and I have talked it over, and we've decided that this is the best way to go! There will be no hurt feelings on either side, I promise."
She sniffled delicately. "Are you sure?"
He stumbled up, tingly leg and all, and embraced her, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Honey, it's as if I haven't even been married these last six years. Now trust me. This is for the best."
Minako heaved a whuffled sigh. "Oh, Zach, if only there was some way I could be sure she's all right.I'd hate to have someone hate me."
She felt his smile through her hair. "I'll tell her how concerned you are. She'll be touched. It'll almost be like you told her yourself."
Minako sat straight up, dislodging her suitor. She stood up, and turning toward him, began to smile. 'Of course! Why didn't I think of this before!'
"Zach! You're a genius! I'll go meet her!"
"_What!?!_"
"I'll go meet her and see for myself whether everything's okay!" She was practically dancing now, caught up in her own brilliance. "If I talk to her, Zachary, I know I'll feel so much better about this whole thing!"
Zach, for his part, could only stare at her incredulously. Was this girl for real? How many people would insist on meeting a man's wife before she married the man? He had to get himself out of this and fast! "Mina, dear, think about what you're saying."
He was cut off by the look in her eyes.
"Zach." Minako made sure just the right amount of tears were shimmering in her baby blues. Her voice wavered. "Meeting her would mean so much to me. Are you saying you don't think I'm fit to meet your wife?"
He blanched. "No! No! That's not what I'm saying at all!"
"Then introduce me to her, Zach, or my answer to your proposal will be no."
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"I am so fucked!" Zachary wailed to the stuffed moose in his arms. He'd returned from Minako's condo roughly four hours ago, frazzled with worry. In an attempt at therapy, he'd changed into his favorite boxers and now sat on his ottoman in front of the fire. On the coffee table lay a half-empty bottle of tequila and a shot glass. In his lap, the loyal animal he'd gotten as a present for his second birthday.
He basked in the warm glow that the fire and the alcohol afforded. So far he'd imbibed enough of his drink of choice to be able to speak to the animal in his lap freely without feeling a fool. The amount, however, wasn't sufficient to inhibit the concocting of any of his brilliant strategies.
Though, he admitted to himself with a grimace, it was his _last_ "brilliant strategy" that had led him to his current predicament.
How on earth had things gotten so tangled? He finally decides to get tied down to a woman and she throws this at him. Was that even fair? "How the hell is she going to meet a wife I don't have?!" He demanded of Rudyard (the name of the moose). "And it isn't as easy as coming clean and telling her I'm a bachelor, either. She's one of those 'honesty is the best policy' types. Can't stand lying of any sort! Why, I heard she once fired a guy for lying about how tall he was! Can you imagine?"
Rudyard gazed at him in moosey commiseration.
"Buddy," he said to his companion, "you're my pal. I get the feeling that in a couple more drinks you'll be able to give me advice, too."
Deciding that it was worth a shot, so to speak, Zach tossed back another drink. Then looked to the stuffed animal that lay in his lap. "Okay, how'm I gonna produce a wife, friend?"
Rudyard stared back through glassy eyes and remained tight-lipped.
"Damn it, bud! You're going to give me a headache! Now I know how Ami feels. Waitaminute! Ami!"
He hugged the moose tight and patted him on the head, grinning madly. "Rudyard, my friend, you are a genius!"
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