Huzzah for the latest chapter! I know right now it's not really going anywhere, but the wedding will be soon ...and then it will all be worth while... grins in infuriating and knowing way bwhahaha. As always, reviews make me happy nd make me write better. And if that aint an incentive I dont know what is :D Enjoy!

Presea did not, if fact wake up happier. Or, for that matter soon. It was close to midnight and Martel and Colette were discussing clever and cunning plans in their tent when most of it was ripped away by an angst driven axe wielding pink bunchy wearing shortass axe girl. Colette screamed something about the axe girls of the apocalypse and how she knew she should have listened to Professor Sage in class and jumped into Martel's arms who immediately hugged her closer protectively and began speaking very quickly and nervously to someone called Josephine that it wasn't what it looked like and she thought they were 'taking a break' anyway. Presea tilted her head slightly and politely enquired as to whether she should come back a little late when they were less 'otherwise engaged', at which point Colette jumped out of Martel's arms and Martel re-did her first three buttons. Or four. You'know. Whichever. Coughing, Presea cleared her throat and then less then politely enquired as to "WHERE THE HELL IS THE LITTLE BASTARD??" to which Colette jumped into Martel's arms, and Martel began to pour her a very stiff drink.

"It's gunna be a long night" she remarked, clearing away the strip poker set…

Pulling his corset a little tighter and fluffing his bold hair, Zelos minced purposefully towards where Mithos was sitting, practising voodoo on a Yuan doll. Sheena's voice broke into his thoughts and added a spring to his step as he went over what he needed to do.

Okay, step one: You have to make nice, polite small talk for about thirty seconds before whacking him over the head, shoving into a nearby tree and frisking him until Genis comes out.

Step two: This is the important one- you have to make sure Genis sees. Easy, okay? Genis just has to see. Then he'll leave Mithos and Lloyd can 'comfort' him in anyway he sees fit, right?

Yeah. He agreed. Easy.

"Err.. Hi." He began. Err Hi? Aw come on you could manage better than that if you were trying to make a move on a rich tea biscuit! "Evening gorgeous, have you been using a new kind of shampoo recently, your hair looks just-"

"What d'you want?"

"Erm.. Aah… um.. Well…"

Easy. Sure.

"Um.. this." He yelped, and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to the ground.

Kratos sprang from his sitting position "But.. But what about the small talk?!"

"Don't worry. If I know Zelos, everything will be-" a large amount of green light shot out from under Zelos and pinned him to the nearest tree. "a bloody disaster" she concluded, wincing. Poking his head around the tent flap, Genis merely blinked.

"Now what do you suggest we do with him?" Mithos enquired. Shrugging, Genis zipped the back of his vivid green dress and muttered something about flower arrangements before diving back into his tent filled with bridal magazines. Rolling his eyes, Mithos sighed "Sorry about that. He gets a little… hormonal every now and then. Stressing about the wedding. The flowers company just closed and he's been up half the night fretting about it - oh, and we had a very unfortunate letter yesterday, they don't stock pink doilies any more, he was in tears for a good half hour- but as I was saying, what to do with you?"

"You could.. err.. aah.. put me down?"

"And why would I do that?"

"Okay, point taken.. Look, I really don't mean to be rude in all of this, its just this wasn't my ide-"

"Shut up. What should I do to you? Final judgement? Beast? Think of my own attack for once?"

"What if I've got a better idea?" enquired a sullen, low voice as Sheena appeared with a handful of bridal magazines. "look, Zelos's been a baad boy, and don't worry, I'll punish him in any way I want to okay?"

"What if I want to punish him any way I want to?" Mithos enquired.

"Here's the deal- you let him go and don't do any of your froody voodoo on him and I'll give you these magazines for Genis, and the number of my personal flower arranger and the website of a place I know does pink doilies. Okay?" Mithos smiled. Raised his eyes to the heavens and muttered something about thanking the person who made him not have to deal with a sobbing Genis for the next two days. Grabbing the magazines, he disappeared into his tent with a mutter of "now you can figure out how to get him down…"

Sheena raised her eyebrows, sighed and grinned.

"Okay, you screwed up."

"Just get me down already."

"What's the hurry? I have a perfect view of your-"

"Sheena. Down. Now." The finality with which the words were sighed antagonized her and her eyes cut to slits as she shook her head.

"Nope. Like I said, you screwed up. Want to get down? We've got to turn to plan B."

"No. Ohh No! No more bloody plans! I refuse. Don't look at me like you know better, it is never going to happen! "

Wincing and massaging the small of his back as he limped from the sight, he turned to her with dread. "Plan …B?"