Life's a game.
Tohru looked around as the smoke cleared and the world came into view. She was in a little black car with Hana, who was looking at the steering wheel in confusion.
"It's a western-style car," she murmured, then turned to Tohru, "You said the magic words?"
Tohru nodded, then rolled down the window to look out at everyone else. Hatori and Akito were in a little yellow car behind them, Kyou and Kagura were to their right in a little red car, Shigure and Ayame were in a little white car just behind Kyou and Kagura, and Yuki and Uo were in a little blue car to their left.
But Kureno, Ritsu, Momiji, Haru, Rin, Hiro, and Kisa were all nowhere to be seen.
"I guess the spell only works on those closest together," Hana murmured, then suddenly a billboard fell from the sky.
Now that you've got your car and your life partner, get ready to spin the career wheel!
"Life partner?" Tohru squeaked, looking at Hana in surprise, "We're married?"
Hana just smiled and took Tohru's hand as every other car roared, some shocked, some disgusted, and others delighted to find themselves married to their partners.
Life does not have to be sensible.
The career wheel ended up being the steering wheel. Each person was forced to spin it, whether they wanted to or not. The car seemed to know everything a person hated, and was more than willing to threaten them with it. Kyou was pelted with water, leeks, and Prince Yuki plush toys before he conceded, but others gave in much more quickly.
Most wished they hadn't.
In the corner of each dashboard was a bank total, along with the jobs that each person had and their respective salaries.
"Hari's a housewife!" Shigure sang, and Ayame looked distressed on his dear friend's behalf.
"And with Akito as a teacher, they make the least of all of us!" he moaned, waving his hands dramatically, "Oh, Gure-san, whatever shall we do?"
Hatori closed his eyes and leaned against the passenger side's window. The billboards had already informed them that the one on the right side -- the western passenger side -- was to be called the 'wife'. Of all the indignities--!
He rolled up the window, silencing the rest of the Mabudachi trio. At least he wasn't stuck with one of them. He could imagine -- quite vividly -- Ayame forcing him into a maid's uniform, or, worse, a nurse's. Even a schoolgirl's! And if he'd been married, there would've been a wedding dress…
Yes, there were horrors that not even Akito could terrify him with.