The sound that could only be heard in the large quiet office was the sound of an angry young man drumming his fingers on this desk.
"Two weeks."
Mizuki smiled stiffly, "Yes."
"Two weeks have passed…yet nothing has changed." Kirihara glared at the older man.
Mizuki shifted uneasily and tapped his index finger against his chin.
"Well? Why isn't the Great Love Guru saying anything?" Kirihara roared, standing up from his seat.
"What is there to say? She's obviously not interested in you. I mean, it's not like you love her with all your heart. You pick on her like a little boy in love for the first time." Mizuki sat down in the chair facing Kirihara and leaned forward with a serious face.
"I think you should give up. Besides, you and I both know that she holds a deep grudge against you."
Kirihara slumped back in his chair with a sigh.
"Yeah, well, what could an ex-mortal do in this situation? She should be glad that she's got a chance to marry me."
Mizuki ran his fingers through his hair with a smirk, "So says the devil that forced her to die. In other words, you are a murderer."
Kirihara looked up at Mizuki, "Wait, she only hates me because I brought her down to hell?"
Mizuki's lip twitched, "If you mean brought as in getting her run over by a truck and then getting that creepy Shishido to drag her here."
Kirhara frowned at his words, "Well, when you put it like that…"
"Kirihara, you are definitely not a gentlemen. If that's how you court women, that I suggest you be kept away from any females for the rest of your lifetime."
"Damn, I don't have much time left…I have to, it's now or never." He mumbled to himself, ignoring Mizuki.
Ohtori sighed, staring at the door in front of him.
"Hey Ohtori! What's up buddy?" Ohtori jumped and turned towards the voice.
"O-oh! Sengoku-sama, what brings you here?" Sengoku's usual grin faded in to an indifferent look.
"Can't do it can you?"
Ohtori sighed, "An-sama is going to be so heart broken. I really don't know if I should tell her…"
"She would find out later anyways, might as well let her tire herself out before she'll literally destroy the meeting hall alter when she finds out."
"I feel like I'm meddling, I mean, I just heard from some of the Brides…I didn't really want to believe it…"
Sengoku merely chuckled, "Well, he is quite that drama king after all."
Ohtori bit his lip, "I really can't, I don't want to see her cry. When is he announcing it?"
Sengoku shrugged, "Tonight. Probably during dinner, so he could see us all gagging on our food."
Ohtori wrung his hand worriedly, "Oh dear…"
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like woman? I'm removing the lock on the door so you can't lock yourself in anymore!"
An scowled at the black haired teen crouched in front of her door, muttering to himself.
"What are you mumbling about? Are you reciting some kind of jinx? A curse? Are you cursing me? Well I can curse too you know!"
Kirihara rolled his eyes, "Just shut up! No one's curing anyone! My goodness women, you're so irritating." He stood up and opened the door, and a bunch of men came in.
"What the?! Goons? Are you planning to wack me because I won't marry you?"
Kirhara ignored her and directed the men around the room, and each men left with things like furniture and clothing.
"What are you doing with those? Hey! Why are you taking the bed?!" An ran to block the door way.
Kirihara grabbed her and steered her away from the door way, "Relax, I'm moving out, so you can have the room to yourself. Your bed will be moved in soon."
An gaped at the young man, "Wha-?"
Kirihara turned away and walked down the halls yelling at the men and threatening them when they dropped something.
What in the world is going on here?
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