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Sorry it took me so long to update. School started on Monday, and I've been so caught up with everything, that I haven't found the time to write till now.
And this chapter ended up not going exactly as I thought it would, so this is probably gonna suck BAAAAAADDD. I know this will be kind of a let down for y'all (it was a let down for me ={). I'll try to edit tit when I have more time, but for now, just bear with this version of the chapter...unless you like this version. o_O
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We'll Be a Dream
Chapter Four
"Eames, I thought you said you knew where the church was!"
"I do, darling, I do! I'm just…err…taking a little detour."
Arthur groaned. They had been on this 'detour' for the past fifteen minutes, and it was becoming painfully obvious that Eames had no idea which way to go. "We're never going to find her if we keep wandering around like this!"
"Oh, chin up, Arthur! Don't you trust me?"
"No."
"Now, now, darling. Don't forget that I didn't let you fall when Cobb made us play that 'team-building' trust-fall game. Have a little faith in me!"
"I'll show a little faith when you find the damn church."
The Parisian heat had only gotten worse with time, and the point man had taken off his suit jacket, carefully carrying it on his arm as to not wrinkle the fabric. He was thinking about taking his silk tie off, perhaps even undoing a few buttons on his dress shirt, when he ran into a big, study wall.
Which turned out to be Eames.
The forger had halted in his tracks right in front of Arthur, not even flinching when his colleague slammed into his back. "Bloody hell…she's much more talented than I giver her credit for…"
Grumbling, Arthur pushed Eames out of the way. "What are you talk-"
He cut off abruptly once he saw the sight that had Eames immobilized in the middle of the street.
It was gorgeous. The stone walls were a clean, bright, white, reflecting off the rays of light coming from the sun. Magnificent stained glass windows were wedged between the stones, a multitude of color shining down on the ground. Black double doors were placed at the entrance, and a huge, brass bell hung from the tower next to the building.
One would have never guessed that this was the first church she had built. And it was a cathedral, too.
Arthur couldn't help but beam with pride. After all, it was his girlfriend, his Ariadne that had created this. Talent like hers was hard to come across, and it amazed him how professional her work seemed, even though she had barely finished college. "Great job, Ari…"
"Well, are we just going to stand here all day, or what?" Eames, once again, grabbed Arthur by the elbow and steered him toward the church entrance. He reached for the handle, only to get his hand swatted away. "Ow!"
"We can't just walk in there!" Arthur chastised, looking at his partner disapprovingly. "Ariadne doesn't know we're in her dream, remember? For all we know, there could be projections on the other side. Look through the window and check."
"Yes, mother," Eames huffed sarcastically, leaning over to peer into one of the colorful windows. After a few seconds, he pulled back, confused, before moving forward and pressing his forehead against the glass.
Arthur's eyebrows rose. "…is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I guess…" he replied, his voice muffled slightly. "But there's a whole lot of people in there… the entire town, I'd reckon…and they're all purple."
"That's why there were no projections around!" the point man recalled. "I wonder why they're…wait, did you say they were purple?"
"Yeah!" Eames exclaimed, finally looking up from the window. "It's bizarre! You're girlfriend has a strange mind."
Arthur looked down at the window pane, where Eames' breath had fogged up the glass.
The stained purple glass.
He sighed, deciding not to correct his colleague. Eames would figure it out soon enough. Hopefully. "Well, do you see Ariadne?"
"Um…" Eames looked into the church one more time. "I can't see anything right now, really. A whole lot of projections are standing in the way…they seem to be fawning over some lady in white…"
The church bells rang again for the third time, making both men cover their ears.
"C'mon," Arthur beckoned once the bells had ceased. "There's too many projections here- we don't want to make a scene. Let's try and go through another entrance."
The back door was unlocked.
There were no projections in sight, so, once Arthur had deemed it safe to enter, Eames slowly opened the door and tiptoed in.
Arthur himself walked in like a normal person, thank you very much.
He rolled his eyes as Eames, who was humming the James Bond theme song, sneaked along the walls carefully, almost knocking over a vase while doing so.
"Would you stop acting like such a fucking idiot?" He hissed, watching his coworker's hands barely catch the vase in time.
"Live a little, darling! Why don't you pull that stick out of your arse just this once?"
Scoffing, Arthur walked passed Eames and headed toward the main part of the church, leaving his partner to hurry after him.
"Bloody hell, Arthur- I was only joking!"
"What do you see?" Eames asked, nudging Arthur's side.
They were crouching beside the side entrance of the chapel, peeking in through the small crack in the door. All the pews inside were fill with projections, so Arthur had thought is best not to go in.
"Nothing yet. But everyone is quieting down- I think something's about to happen." They both waited silently, their movement stilling as they held their breath.
The opening bars of a familiar tune, however, broke Arthur out of his momentary pose. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he turn to Eames. "Is that…Pachelbel's Canon?"
The forger didn't answer, looking into the chapel. His face broke out in a smile, and he point excitedly. "There's Ariadne!"
"What? Where?" Arthur all but shoved Eames aside, peering into the room himself.
It was Ariadne.
But… she was wearing a beautiful, white dress, made of what seemed to be Indian silk. In her hands was a bouquet of white roses, and a thin veil was placed over her head. Her eyes were full of love and happiness. She was smiling, her grin spreading from ear to ear.
But she wasn't smiling in his direction.
Instead, her joyful gaze was directed at a man, a man whose back was facing Arthur. A man who had a head full of dark, black hair.
All of a sudden, everything came rushing back to him.
"Who's this? He's hot!"
"You really should keep a tighter leash on your girlfriend, darling."
"A whole lot of projections are standing in the way…they seem to be fawning over some lady in white…"
"No…" Arthur breathed. All common sense and logic left his mind, and he stumbled away from the door. "She-she can't be…"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Eames asked, moving over to look into the chapel. "Oh, look! Ariadne is marrying-"
"She's marrying Emmett!"
The forger whipped around." Who in God's name is Emmett?"
Arthur flung his hand toward the door, gesturing to the dark-haired man. "Him! She's fucking marrying him! And I thought….I thought…"
"Him?" Eames exclaimed, peering through the door again. "Darling, that's-"
"I knew I wasn't good enough for her! " Arthur cried, ignoring him. "But she said…and he's so-"
"We're in a dream, Arthur! This isn't real!"
"And I was going to fucking propose to her! But he just had to-"
"Arthur, come here and look again! It's not who you-"
"Move."
Eames looked at his colleague with wide eyes, not recognizing the man before him.
Arthur's eyes were dark, his jaw clenched. A wild fire burned in his irises, and for the first time in his life, Eames was frightened of the point man.
"Darling? Just calm-"
"DAMMIT, MOVE, EAMES!"
Arthur grabbed Eames and pushed him away, leaving him back up against the wall.
"Arthur, no!"
But Arthur didn't listen. Instead he flung the doors open and ran into the chapel, ignoring all the cold stares from the projections.
Ariadne wasn't expecting this. She had just been about to recite her vows when Arthur, real Arthur, suddenly appeared. He was breathing heavily, his tense upper body visible through the white dress shirt he was wearing. "Arth-"
The point man didn't meet her bewildered gaze. In fact, his eyes weren't fixed on the architect, but on the man wearing a tux in front of her. Just as her groom could turn around to face him, though, Arthur's hand curled into a fist.
A fist that soon came in contact with said groom's head.
Ariadne let out a gasp, and immediately, all the projections in the room sprang into action.
Arthur was grabbed by at least a dozen hands, all trying to pull him apart. He struggled against them, but, once he saw the growing circle of 'people' around him, he decided to give up.
He'd lost Ariadne already- there was nothing else to fight for.
A gun clicked dangerously close to his ear, and Arthur glanced down, expecting to see the bruised face of Emmett Bonaparte, the projection of the man who took away everything.
But instead, all he saw was a long, bony face and chocolate eyes. All he saw was dark brown hair, slicked back perfectly.
All he saw was a projection of himself.
His own eyes widened in realization, but before he could look at Ariadne, the trigger was pulled, kicking him out of the dream.
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-MusicMakesMeWannaCRAZYDANCE