Huzzah for the appearence of chapter nine! If you're still faithfully following (and for that I think ye) then just to recap, there are now THREE plans being produced to stop the wedding! BWAHA!

"Zelos-"

"NO."

"you-"

"NO."

"screwed-"

"NO."

"up."

"NO."

"Now-"

"NO."

"you-"

"NO."

"are-"

"NO."

"going-"

"NO."

"to-"

"NO."

"face-"

"NO."

"the-"

"NO."

"consequences!"

"N-"

"YES! And you will do it whether you want to or not do you understand you dumbass Chosen!?"

"Sheena!" he cried "I refuse to seduce Lloyd Irving! Not only is he short, pathetic, annoying and extremely dull, but I know for a fact that he takes his swords to bed with him. DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULD IN ANY WAY JEPORDISE THIS SOFT, EXFOLIATED, MOISTURISED, WAXED, TANNED AND ALTOGETHER PERFECT SKIN JUST TO MAKE YOU HAPPY?!"

Raising one eyebrow, Sheena stood with her hands on her hips. "Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"Yes, Zelos. I think you would." and with a small, secretive smile playing on her lips, she walked away leaving Zelos quite speechless.

Raine was altogether frantic. Hurrying towards Kratos's tent, she flicked her wet fringe from her eyes and swallowed. Building up momentum with each step, she found herself pacing menacingly towards him, and when she flung the tent flap open the birds around them took flight and the woods shook as a high, thin, terrified woman's scream filled the air.

Rolling her eyes and re-arranging her hair, she let the tent flap fall out of her hands and sat next to a quivering Kratos.

"Oh don't be such a girl." She hissed "Don't tell me you've never seen a pissed off woman with PMS, running eyeliner and a bad hair day before?" Raising her eyebrows she shrugged "Well whatever. We need to talk, NOW."

Nodding obediently, Kratos gave her some more leg room "what's the problem?"

"This wedding can't happen. This wedding will/not/happen."

"I.." Sobbed Presea, "am experiencing the seven stages .." she sniffed "of grief. Of grieving absolutely and indefinitely for the one I love."

Martel rolled her eyes.

Colette patted her on the back.

"You'll get used to the idea soon.." She mumbled, at which point she was reminded by a severe poke in the ribs from Martel, that the entire reason they had given her emotions was not that she would become passive and used to the idea of Genis marrying Mithos. It was so she would kick Mithos's ass from Martel, and using her female charm, cause the wedding to be called off.

"I mean.." she hastened "as soon as anyone gets used to losing the love of their life TO ANOTHER MAN. I mean, you're going to feel useless and completely unwanted as a woman… rejected and unappreciated… unworthy.. lost…lonely.. But yeh. You'll get used to it. Sure you will. I only took me four or five years of feeling like this to get over Lloyd. You'll be fine in a while. No problem."

Martel whistled through her teeth "girl you're getting to be as good as bitch as I am!"

"Currently experiencing.. stage s-s-s-siiiiix! DESPAIIIR!" She wept.

"Thank god." Martel breathed "This can't be any worse than number five" she sighed, glancing at her belongings that had been smashed, ripped, torn and altogether destroyed by Anger. "you sure this isn't just an excuse for you to .. I dunno.. really let go of some feelings you've been storing for the last few years"

"n-no--- yeees--I l-l-looove hiiim but, but"

"well face it, this is better than Denial.." Colette breathed. They both shuddered involuntarily at the memory of Presea holding them both against the tent pole and repeating that she refused, REFUSED to believe that Genis and Mithos were together.

"let's just hope this holds out till the wedding's off. If she accepts it too soon-"

"I'LL NEVER ACCEPT IT!" Presea screamed

Colette sighed and made some more tea.