For a while now, I have been planning the wedding of me and my boyfriend, J. I really do love the boy, more than my own family; it's rather hard to see him as often as I'd like (which would be 24-7), because he lives an hour and a half away from me and such. But anyway. I've been planning our wedding, which we have both agreed on (we're going to share a flat during college, and then we're going to be wed after graduation), with a friend of mine. We, we being Lizzy and I, have it all planned out. I'm going to wear Yuna's, from Final Fantasy X, wedding dress from when she married Seymour Gueado. And John? Well. John won't be renting a one hundred dollar suit. O, no no no! He'll be cosplaying Gackt. So basically, it's to be Camui Yuna! Now that I think about it, I really doubt that Gackt would even LIKE Yuna. Her eyes aren't strong enough… o.o''' ((REVIEW!))
"…So what are you going to call it…?"
"I'm not sure yet… I think I wanna call him Scrappy… Or Frappy… Maybe Toughie… Or Ruff… Possibly Bob… I've thought of a lot of things! I don't know!"
"Well, you can't name it until you know if it's a boy or a girl, unless you want to use a simple unisexual name."
"I's a lad, Touya! …OW! Cut it out, ye mangy mutt!"
"Aaaachoo!"
Suzuki stomped up the stairs glumly, rubbing his nose with his hand. Shishiwakamaru's, Rinku's, and Touya's eyes followed him up the stairs, returning to the dog jumping high into the air after Jin. The wind master had strategically, after lifting the dog's leg up hastily, hopped high into the air, close to the ceiling, far out of harm's reach.
Shishi sat in the far corner of the room, on the back of Chuu's favourite chair; the fact he was currently sitting in Chuu's chair disgusted him terribly. Touya was standing by the bathroom door, leaning against the far wall, his eye locked on the dog. Rinku, on the other hand, sat in the middle of the room, placed comfortably on the floor with his legs crossed. He was the only one in the room who was close to the dog.
"…I don't like it…!" Shishi stated bluntly, knitting his brow to-gether.
"Don't hate him just because he likes me better than you, Shishi!" Rinku stated cheerfully, patting his hand on the ground to call the dog over to him. Shishi shot a fiery glare at the child, his hateful gaze then returning to the dog.
"JIN, NO!" Touya suddenly shouted. Everyone looked to Jin, who was drawing away his arm from a rapidly biting and snapping canine. Jin flew back from the dog, which was now determined to claim his hide. The dog jumped higher and higher, nearly nipping Jin's ankle. Rinku called it over more determinedly, reaching into his pocket and then taking out his fist and waving it around for the dog to come get it. Obviously, Rinku had nothing in his pockets anymore, but the dog didn't know this; simple trickery was all it was.
"C'mere, boy! C'mere!" Rinku clicked his tongue, beckoning over the raggedy mutt. The dog ran over jovially, a bounce in every step. Rinku rose to his feet, holding his fist high in the air. He waved it around somewhat as the dog danced on his hind legs below. The boy's eyes shot to Shishi, who glared in return, then to Touya, who simply stared back, not knowing what Rinku meant to imply. Jin hovered a bit closer to the pair, and as soon as he was within a meter, the dog landed and turned round, snapping and snarling, which sent Jin shooting back up to the ceiling.
"This thing… It's the devil in canine guise!" Shishi stated in awe, observing the dog from the lounge chair in the corner. Touya smiled slightly, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward.
"It would want a treat, would it not? Dogs like food." He proposed to Rinku, an eyebrow raised. Rinku looked at him, his fist still raised. The dog came back and sat under his arm, looking up longingly.
"He's not an 'it,' he's a 'he!' And I need someone to get him food 'coz he thinks I've got some in my hand! But I already gave all my candy to him!" Rinku waved his fist at Jin, telling the wind master to go to the kitchen and get something for the dog. Shishi straightened up on the back of the chair.
"What! You gave it---"
"Him!" Rinku corrected the samurai hastily, glowering at him. Shishi sighed.
"'Him.'" He restated. "You gave him all your candy?" The young samurai continued. Rinku grinned and nodded his head. "We buy that for you and you give it to a DOG? It was making off fine in the wild! Why is it here?" Shishi shouted. Rinku looked to the dog.
"Scruff!" He said playfully.
"Scruff?" Touya's voice popped up from the shadows once more.
"Scruff. It's his name now." Rinku responded proudly. "Scruff! FETCH, BOY!" Rinku threw his empty fist in Shishi's general direction, and, as he had predicted (and hoped for), Scruff went running. He bounded up onto the chair, the very one Shishiwakamaru sat in. Immediately, the dog latched its teeth into the samurai's dark blue Bon-Ton; Shishi cried out, yanking his out-of-style baggy trousers from the dog's strong grip and falling backwards behind the chair into the small space in which he would not be able to get out of. Scruff leaped onto the back of the chair where the man had been sitting and loomed over Shishiwakamaru, casting him into shadows. The dog barked madly, a deep, long, fearsome bark, and growling in between.
Rinku laughed throughout the scene, howling with laughter, until finally he laughed so hard that he became silent. Touya's eyes were as large as saucers, both pupil-less orbs fixed intently on the dog. Suddenly, the door to the kitchen pulled open, and out came Jin, a slice of bread in his hand. He observed the scene silently, looking from the dog, to the chair, to Touya, then Rinku.
"I miss things too much." Jin sighed and waved the bread at the dog. No reaction. Rinku jumped up and ran to the wind master, snatching the bread from hi hand. Trotting closer to the chair, Rinku waved the bread around, calling the dog's name; his voice was cracking as he called "Scruff" over and over again.
Scruff looked around, and finally laid his eyes on the food being offered to him. He sprung from the chair, and ran over to Rinku merrily, bouncing as he ran. The dog ripped the bread from the child's hand, his teeth snapping as the locked onto it; dropping the slice on the floor and then picking it up again, Scruff tossed it in his mouth noisily very briefly, and then practically inhaled it, as if he hadn't even chewed (which was very possible).
Suzuki poked his head around the corner from upstairs, looking down wearily at the group through puffy red eyes. He sneezed inwardly, holding his nose with his thumb and index finger.
"Rinku…? It's time to go to bed. It's ten o' clock." Suzuki said softly, but loud enough for the boy below to hear him. Rinku groaned, lowering his head; his eyes looked fondly, yet sadly, to Scruff, who was staring at Touya with disdain. Rinku stood up and walked a few steps, kneeling down and wrapping his arms around the dog's neck, drawing his attention back to his new friend.
"Can Scruff come?" Rinku pleaded, puckering out his bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to sway Suzuki over. Suzuki smiled lopsidedly, crossing his arms at the boy.
"…To be frank: Hell no. He's covered in fleas, Rinku. And God only knows what he would do at night. Scruff can sleep outside to-night, and to-morrow Shishi will help you give him a bath." Suzuki promised the boy, a warm smile on his face; Rinku beamed at Suzuki as he spoke, nodding his head in liking.
"WHAT! Why me? Do it yourself, you bastard!" Shishi cried; now suddenly back on the chair. They had lost interest in the samurai's troubles as soon as the dog had left him lone.
"Didja know that in Australia 'bastard' means 'friend?'" Jin said proudly, smiling from pointed ear to pointed ear. No one paid his comment any mind, ignoring the poor wind master temporarily. Suzuki stepped down the stairs further to get a look at the complaining swordsman. Rinku was smirking gleefully at the man.
"I can't, unless you want me to die; have I not mentioned that I'm ALLERGIC to dogs? If I have to wash one, I'll probably drop over dead!" Suzuki laughed wryly, sensing his friend's scornful glare.
"You probably won't, though, Suzuki. Your symptoms will only get worse." Touya said quietly. Suzuki shot him a stare under furrowed brow. His mouth lay slack and he grunted.
"Then I'll either sneeze myself into a coma, and I'll never wake up because no one will take me to the hospital, but instead keep the dog around me, OR my eyes will get so puffed up I'll become blind and run into something hazardous and die. How's that, know-it-all?" Suzuki scoffed, grinning smugly and turning up his nose away from the ice master. Touya chuckled to himself lowly.
"You always have to be difficult, don't you, Suzuki?" He mumbled in response.
"No. I always have to be right. So there!" Suzuki corrected the man's mistake. Rinku laughed, petting Scruff's chest with one hand and rubbing his ears with the other. "Come on, Rinku. Time for bed. Tell the dog good night, and Jin can put him outside." Jin stood up straight in the air.
"There's no way in 'ell I'm even gettin' near tha' dog again! It HATES me!" Jin objected, pointing his index finger at the dog. Suzuki cocked an eyebrow, annoyed.
"Shishiwakamaru, then." He said shortly. Shishi scoffed at him.
"No. No. And no. It hates me, too." The samurai stood from the chair and walked into the bathroom without anther word. Everyone else's glance turned to Touya, whom still leant against the wall, save Scruff, who was sitting there being loved on by Rinku, panting happily. The ice master sighed and pushed himself from the wall walking over towards Scruff. Rinku let go of the dog, patted him on the head fondly, and ran up the stairs, meeting Suzuki at his side. Jin had mysteriously disappeared, which wasn't unusual, and was so far the opposite that it was actually expected. Touya grabbed the dog by the scruff of his neck and yanked him towards the front door, which he opened with his free hand. He stepped out briefly to fill the bowl that had been set out there earlier with water from the hose.
"Good night, Rinku." Suzuki said as the child departed for his room.
"'Night!" He pulled the door open, shutting it with his foot, and jumped into his bed. The demon child wiggled his way under the covers, giving a thought to Chuu, whom he hoped was having fun at the pub (it being Friday night), and gave another to Scruff, to whom he hoped would fare well outside for the night. The boy reached over and flicked off the lamp on his nightstand, turning onto his side and sighing exhaustedly. He drifted into a deep sleep, not to be woken by anything; not even to be awakened by the excruciatingly loud cry of pain from the front porch, which to everyone else in the house sounded remarkably like Touya.
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