AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, hi! People have been asking for a sequel to 'Roses Are Red' so here it is, in the form of a happy, careless fic about Shadow and Amy's wedding + honeymoon! I give Shadow'sgirlfriendamyrose credit for thinking up the main plot and myself the little tidbits, mwuha! Thanks SGAR for the sweet emails and inspiring me. - you're awesome!
If this story isn't as funny as I had wanted it, I am trying. Romance, drama, and sadness is my main theme-humor is almost foreign for me to write and very difficult so please be lenient on this story-I'm practicing.
PS: Sorry for not publishing this sooner! I needed a break from writing and I got some valuable things done like my topsites list and my blog!
REMEMBER: Shadow, Amy, Eggman, Rouge etc-none of it belongs to me but to SEGA!
CHAPTER ONE: Ahh, wedding plans!
-JUMP5: Dance With Me (Barnyard Remix)-
Perhaps Shadow should have been sorry he ever asked Amy to become his wife, to love and to cherish from this time forth, in health and in sickness, till death do them part. If he wasn't, pretty soon he would be. Amy Rose was never a young woman to consider a conservative wedding for herself. In her eyes, a wedding only came once and as she said to Rouge one busy afternoon, wedding invitations spilling over the table, "Weddings only come once and I'm going to blast this one through the roof!" Poor Shadow.
He watched her progress with silent regret. Envelopes were mailed months in advance if the special spring date, satin cloths and crystal china was ordered. A church was booked for the afternoon and florists were hired. Amy checked all of her plans and ideas with Rouge and double-checked with Shadow, of course, though she couldn't see beyond Rouge's opinion and so whatever Shadow suggested whizzed through one ear and out the other.
Soon most of the challenging plans were fulfilled and only one large block stood in the way of her dream wedding: the wedding wardrobe. All the flower girls had to have lacy, frilly gowns; the best man and ring bearer had to have tuxedos as well as the groom; and the bride had to have the one-in-a-millennia wedding gown to prance in through the dancing and fun to follow the ceremony.
With May 27 rushing upon them in a month, Amy Rose, with trusty Rouge at her side and a huge gang of members to her back, set out to excavate those special wedding shops, Shadow trailing silently in the rear of the wild beast. Cream was a flower girl along with her two cute girl pals, a squirrel named Butter and a hedgehog named Whip; Sonic, of all hedgehogs, was to be the best man and Tails had the singular job of being ring bearer; Knuckles didn't have a function, to his utter glee, and was able to stay on Angel Island as Amy wrecked havoc throughout the city. Rouge was the wedding coordinator and so attended every function happily.
So, on the crisp morning of April 19, sun half breaking through the puffy stratus clouds, Amy burst through the doors of a huge wedding warehouse and formal attire emporium known as 'A Formal Gown'. The clock read 8:00 AM sharp. Today was the day she was going to buy her wedding gown-no expense spared-Shadow's tuxedo and all the rest of the pretty outfits for her perfect wedding!
"Shadow, come with me and we'll look for your tuxedo first. Men are never as careful about their looks as us women are." Amy chuckled, "Rouge, we'll need your opinion and the rest of you need to start looking for matching gowns."
Shadow glared at his feet and Sonic sneered at his pretense, "I like shopping, to bad you don't! Don't be a loser. Ames and me love shopping, right Ames?"
"Sure, Sonic! Too bad Shadow doesn't." The gang shuffled through racks of rich fabrics to a large box-like section in the back of the store. Manikins of male hedgehogs stood tall, wearing the suave tuxedos on display. All different variations of styles lined the walls, the wedding apparel reflecting different dimensions through time: 12th century, 14th century, 18th century. Amy rubbed her hands in delight. Twelve tall mirrors lined the walls and top hats hung from side racks. She grabbed a one-gallon black hat and stuck it on Shadow's head. "You look so cute!" She squealed.
Shadow fingered the rim of the hat dubiously, raising an eyebrow towards his reflection in one of the mirrors, then eagerly pulled the hat off and hung it back up. "I think not," He growled lightly, "Those hats died out over a hundred years ago."
"But for our wedding, and since it's a special occasion, we can have special costumes! I was thinking of the 18th century satin look-top hats and silk suits for the guys and velvet gowns for the girls. It would be so much fun to dress up like they did back then for the occasion! What do you say, Shadow?"
"Wedding's aren't plays, Amy." Was all he replied with in a dry, monotone voice.
"Did I say that?" Amy reached for the hat again, "I think the guys would look really handsome wearing all those frills and lace like the rich stiffs used to wear back then, don't you think so Rouge? And we can all talk like they did back then and dance like that and eat only 18th century English food on little plates and drink out of elegant china cups!"
"Hm… Let me see for myself," The albino bat shoved the hat back on Shadow's head, pushing him in front of the mirror. Her smile didn't help reassure him but she spoke optimistically, "Yes! I agree with you, Amy. It would certainly add to the ceremonious pomp of the wedding. Totally unnecessary but you know how great it would look!"
"Then all the guys will wear the hats and the suits-complete with silk sashes and silk knee-breeches!" A low groan emitted from Shadow's throat upon that announcement but no one noticed and no one seemed to care, once again, about his opinion. He was only the groom, afterall. "They'll all be like this one but I want that one over there because it has a red rose on the side of each hat. This is going to be so ultra-romantic!" She pointed to another top gallon hat surrounded by copies of itself. "Let's get the guys to try these on to size them."
Sonic whizzed in front of the mirror, hat on his head, and smirked, "This hat makes me look so hot! Whadda ya' think, Tails? All the cute girls will kiss my feet when I come in the church dressed like an English king! Amy has few ideas that are actually worth somethin'-this is one!" The hat twirled on Sonic's finger then he plunked it back over his head, lowering the rim before his eyes, murmuring in a conspicuous, mysterious voice, "You owe me some doe, hand it ova'"
"That's great Sonic!" Tails cheered, always the faithful fan and friend of the world's bluest hero, "What do you think about mine?"
"Too big. Besides, you'd never look as cute as I do with one ol' these on. Ha, ha! Did you know me old uncle has a chest full o' these things? I swear he's way ancient or something terrible freaky. He keeps it locked way away so no one can ever get into it."
"Really? How do you know this if he hides it so well?"
"Uh…"
"Sonic! Did you go snooping?" Tails pulled one of Sonic's quills triumphantly, the snotty hedgehog teetering a pace back to catch his balance, "You always did have a knack for sticking your nose into other peoples' stuff! You're such an old hag sometimes!"
"Waa! Forget it, Tails, no big deal!" He couldn't deny not having had snooped where he shouldn't, but Uncle Chuck never knew so no big deal, right?"
Suddenly Amy's hyper voice interrupted Tails' advancements upon Sonic's awful sins with a loud "Oh, how dashing you look in that suit! I feel like I'm getting married right now!" and a smooth Rouge breaking in, "Shadow, I must say… I've never seen you look more becoming and heaven knows it's a trial to get you to look good in anything!"
Shadow blinked undecidedly at his reflection, which shared his state of mind. Amy had forced him to try on a heavy felt and satin suit that he currently felt was choking him, with a top-gallon hat and a pair of stylish white cloves, unlike the comfortable ones he normally wore. A pair of shiny dress shoes covered his feet, white silk tights covered his legs up to his knees where a pair of black, velvet breeches finished the pants to the top; his neck felt itching and terribly hot covered with a whole wad of cotton and satin frills and puffs, which cused him to look positively absurd. The coat he wore felt ten pounds, tight, and uncomfortable; and at the end of every sleeve stuck out, from the coat, a decorated curly trim. He stood, arms stretched out, the females cooing over his devastating handsomeness, wishing he were at home playing video games.
"Rouge, I-I have to take this picture!" Amy dug for a camera but Cream, Whip, and Butter were running towards her with glowing smiles on their faces.
"Amy," Cream skidded to a halt, 'We found some really nice dresses!"
"You did? Are they 18th century styled? For my wedding, I've decided to have everyone wear 18th century clothing."
"I think these are! They're really pretty-you have to come see!" They snagged her and Rouge's hands and ran off gaily among the racks of think clothing and out of sight. Upon this sudden abandonment, Shadow turned from the mirror with horror written on his face. Sonic chuckled then broke into wild fits of snorting laughter with Tails shushing him constantly, lest Shadow's anger should get the best of him.
"Yo, Shadow, you look so slick these days! New haircut?"
"Shush, hedgehog, before something bad happens," The black hedgehog grit, scowling with clenched fists, wishing he could take the silly costume off. Amy would kill him if she came back and he wasn't dressed up for she hadn't finished measuring him for a custom outfit. But Sonic was really trying his patience.
Tails continued to try to get Sonic to stop teasing Shadow, but Sonic shoved the little yellow ball aside and whipped out a hanky. "Sniff, oh Shadow," He poorly imitated an English accent, "perhaps one of these days I won't have to call you faker anymore."
"Faker! I do declare that this mishish image of myself is not the correct reflection. You take to light of this situation, I dare say, yes indeed, and shall pay for it upon my word!" Shadow lunged at the hedgehog after his perfect imitation of English speech and style, belching his almost-twin in the face. They rolled and Shadow's costume gained dirt and rips along the way. Such insults of the fight where thrown back and forth from the enemies but their clawing, punching, and shoving continued more severely as their rage grew. Tails hovered close to the ceiling in agony but saw Amy returning hastily with Rouge and the girls. He sighed. Sometimes Sonic and Shadow could be such boys.
"Shadow, Sonic!" Rouge gasped angrily, "Stop it-stop this NOW!" She attempted to wrench the bruised pair apart but screamed when she herself was dragged down into the bunch, "EEEEK!"
"Shadow, I knew you were nothing good! Don't you-OOW-care that Rouge is getting hurt?" Sonic had his arms around Shadow's neck and Shadow was continuously punching Sonic in the mouth.
"Well, I don't see you coming to a truce!" Sonic snapped, releasing his grip and falling backwards into a rack of wedding gowns, sending the rack crashing with a loud crack. "I mean, if you cared, you'd stop this to spare her!"
"HA!"
"Shadow, stop it, Sonic!" Amy stomped her feet on the side, crying, with Cream and her friends by her side. "STOP IT NOW! YOU'RE RUINING MY DAY!" But was ignored. Glaring, she paused with a bright idea in her head. "Hey, I'll buy lunch: chilidogs and chips!"
"Chilidogs?" Sonic kicked Shadow in the face and hopped up, "Alright! I'm starved!" Bruised dressed his bright blue coat, face especially; he had a large black eye and large claw marks covering his arms. But, stupidly, he could care less, and so clapped his hands energetically, Shadow forgotten, "YEAH! This is a hot cool day!"
"Simpleton hedgehog," Shadow whispered bitterly. The costume he had on was nothing but shreds now-completely ruined. He was as beaten as Sonic but actually realized his foolishness in the situation and so, timidly approaching Amy, asked if he could be dismissed to go home and rest.
"Shadow, how could you DO this?" Amy asked, "To act this way, to ruin a costume that you don't even own and to fight? Look at the damage you've caused!" She pointed to the domino effect the one rack had had on several others. Cashiers and employees glared at the party furiously. "I am not going to pay for this damage-you will! No you CANNOT go home yet!"
And so she stomped her foot one last time and stormed from the building. No doubt they'd never be allowed back in there again-thanks to Shadow and Sonic. Although there were many other places to shop, Amy was particularly fond of that store so leaving it permanently painted her inwardly in a deep way.
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"Ah, the mail! Eh, the wedding invitation ought to be in here somewhere," Eggman fell into his chair with a crack and spread the tall stack of letters before him. "Hate mail, bills, government threats, love letters, evil henchmen applicants," He chucked a whole pile down a swallowing garbage dispenser, fingering through the still-heavy load. "World domination requests, terrorism affiliation requests, Sonic exterminators, sharpshooters…Whaaaaat?" He finally stacked the thin pile slowly, "No wedding invitation? Perhaps it hadn't come yet-no, I should have received it by now. Amy's wedding is a month away." Standing, his twisted face warped into a horrible, angry frown, "I can't believe this! That they wouldn't invite the world's GREATEST scientist is outrageous!"-Prolonging the last part of the word-"Well, I'll just have to teach them what happens if they DON'T invite important people of consequence like me!"
He pushed off with his feet still sitting in the chair, rolling across his spacious office to a large computer at the end of the room. A laughable sight if anyone could have seen him wheeling around in a chair.
Typing in his six-letter, extremely genius password, E G G M A N, the evil plotter pressed a button and laughed to himself. "I'll just have to put an end to their wedding with a new ingenious scheme: Operation Wedding Tears.
With a spin, Eggman broke into one of his loud serious of evil laughter. The frame cracked though and Eggman yelled as the chair spun out of control and he toppled backwards with a loud crash, from his heavy bulk, onto the floor.
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