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A/N: I know I said this would be the last chapter but end of term's been really stressful and hectic and I didn't have time to wrap everything up. However, because I couldn't leave you hanging like that for five weeks – here's a little piece of the end.
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No. No. No. This can't be happening.
Mina tried to block out that little voice in her head, the one that began its steady stream of protests the second the priest re-started speaking. Kunzite wasn't going to come barrelling down the aisle begging her to take him back. This was it.
This can't be happening.
~Shut up!~ she mentally shouted to herself.
But the voice wouldn't be quiet. And, how odd, she didn't recognize it as her own. But, a sideways glance at Darien and the intoning priest showed they didn't seem to hear anything. This was it. She was going crazy. Hearing voices. Like she wouldn't make Darien a bad enough wife as it was.
She concentrated hard on the priest, ignoring the voice that strangely enough sounded like a teenage boy.
But the voice got louder, more insistent and turned derogatory. Her eyes widened in annoyance as she caught what it was saying. "I am not a crybaby!"
And then there was one glorious, embarrassing moment of silence - even the priest had stopped to stare at her.
And then it all began again. Darien and the priest began speaking simultaneously.
"Um, Mina. . ."
"Are you all right?"
But she ignored them for the third, shocked voice. "You can hear me?"
She whirled around and saw it was indeed a teenage boy. "Who are you?"
"Can you see me too?"
"Of course I can see you."
She missed Darien's quiet murmur, "Mina, there's nothing to see."
But the boy heard it and grinned. "That's right, nothing to see. In a minute you won't even remember this."
"Then why don't you tell me who you are?" She saw his hesitation. "It can't make a difference to you if I'm going to forget anyway."
"That's true," he agreed. "They call me Cupid."
And suddenly a couple of arrows materialized in his hands. He gave her a boyish grin. "Sorry about this but really, it's for the best."
She had no time to comprehend what was going on before an arrow swept towards her and disappeared right around where her heart was. She didn't see where the second one went but it became clear enough in a minute. The priest stepped down from the podium and started reciting odes to her beauty.
~Huh?~
And then she realized how stupid she was being. The boy was Cupid. He had hit her and the priest with arrows. He had. . . Kunzite, Serena, it all made sense now.
She stared at the boy, who was watching them with a faint smile of satisfaction on his face. Oh, when she got her hands on him . . .
K – that's it for now. Let me know if you want to see a: Mina strangling Cupid, b: Darien hauling Mina and the priest off to the insane asylum or c: something completely different.
A/N: I know I said this would be the last chapter but end of term's been really stressful and hectic and I didn't have time to wrap everything up. However, because I couldn't leave you hanging like that for five weeks – here's a little piece of the end.
***
No. No. No. This can't be happening.
Mina tried to block out that little voice in her head, the one that began its steady stream of protests the second the priest re-started speaking. Kunzite wasn't going to come barrelling down the aisle begging her to take him back. This was it.
This can't be happening.
~Shut up!~ she mentally shouted to herself.
But the voice wouldn't be quiet. And, how odd, she didn't recognize it as her own. But, a sideways glance at Darien and the intoning priest showed they didn't seem to hear anything. This was it. She was going crazy. Hearing voices. Like she wouldn't make Darien a bad enough wife as it was.
She concentrated hard on the priest, ignoring the voice that strangely enough sounded like a teenage boy.
But the voice got louder, more insistent and turned derogatory. Her eyes widened in annoyance as she caught what it was saying. "I am not a crybaby!"
And then there was one glorious, embarrassing moment of silence - even the priest had stopped to stare at her.
And then it all began again. Darien and the priest began speaking simultaneously.
"Um, Mina. . ."
"Are you all right?"
But she ignored them for the third, shocked voice. "You can hear me?"
She whirled around and saw it was indeed a teenage boy. "Who are you?"
"Can you see me too?"
"Of course I can see you."
She missed Darien's quiet murmur, "Mina, there's nothing to see."
But the boy heard it and grinned. "That's right, nothing to see. In a minute you won't even remember this."
"Then why don't you tell me who you are?" She saw his hesitation. "It can't make a difference to you if I'm going to forget anyway."
"That's true," he agreed. "They call me Cupid."
And suddenly a couple of arrows materialized in his hands. He gave her a boyish grin. "Sorry about this but really, it's for the best."
She had no time to comprehend what was going on before an arrow swept towards her and disappeared right around where her heart was. She didn't see where the second one went but it became clear enough in a minute. The priest stepped down from the podium and started reciting odes to her beauty.
~Huh?~
And then she realized how stupid she was being. The boy was Cupid. He had hit her and the priest with arrows. He had. . . Kunzite, Serena, it all made sense now.
She stared at the boy, who was watching them with a faint smile of satisfaction on his face. Oh, when she got her hands on him . . .
K – that's it for now. Let me know if you want to see a: Mina strangling Cupid, b: Darien hauling Mina and the priest off to the insane asylum or c: something completely different.