Title: speed bumps
Summary: 'The point of marriage is happiness, dresses and crying mothers' Soul grimaced, 'Do you mind? I'm trying not be sick overhere...'
Author: The Ultimate Sockage
Length: 603
Pairings: WesMarie
A/N: Another random one xD My challenge was to actually write a fic without Kid in it...I succeded :D (Why do I feel so empty inside D:)

"Disgusting."

"What?" Soul glared daggers at his currently pink, frilly, apron wearing older brother with a look of pure distain on his features.

"How can you be so…so…?"

"Happy?"

"YES!" Wes frowned, once again pondering how his brother even got into the house with all the doors locked.

"Well we love each other very much Soul and-"

"BAH!" The weapon flailed wildly as if the dread 'L' word was some kind of curse, "you're an idiot!"

Wes frowned, should his brother really be saying this to the man wielding the sharp knife?

"I don't understand how I'm the-"

"You've given it all up!" Soul exclaimed angrily, Wes wondered if he'd ever be able to finish a sentence.

"Given up what?"

"Everything," Soul breathed so mournfully you could almost hear violins playing in the background.

"Soul I don't quite understand-"

"Enough!"

"Where on earth did you get that floodlight?" Wes wondered in awe.

"Black Star, ahem, this is not important right now!" Soul continued, slapping the rolling pin out his elder sibling's hand covering the pair of them in icing sugar.

And Wes had just cleaned the kitchen…

"You're throwing it all away! Random stranger sex, freedom…stranger sex!"

"You've had stranger-"

"Not important!" Wes sighed and began picking powder out his hair; his precious proposal cake was burning for this?

"Let's see it then."

"See what?" Soul sniffed haughtily, looking like a demonic Christmas decoration gone wrong in a fake snow factory.

"It. You know…the doom band."

"The ring, Soul. It's called a ring," Soul snorted and took the liberty of taking a seat, helping himself to the leftover cake mix.

"Well are you going to show me it or not?" with a regretful sigh the elder brother took it out his back pocket, the latter flipping open the box as if it contained solidified PMS.

"…"

"Oh come on," Wes groaned, running a hand through his hair which was, in retrospect, not the smartest idea.

"Let me guess, it reminds you of her eyes?"

"Shut up!"

"You're too far gone my brother…I did try…" Wes was torn between asking when his brother had swallowed a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare and throttling him with his shoe lace.

"You're overreacting! Marriage is great!"

"Oh yeah?" Soul smirked, "name one marriage that went well?"

"Oh that's easy-"

"In shibusen."

"…when did you become so evil little brother?" Something in said brother's eyes told Wes that he would never want to know the answer to that question.

"Well?"

"I'm thinking!" Soul smirked in triumph; he would have looked fairly impressive if not for the goatee of cake mix, "Kami and Spirit!"

"They're divorced…"

"Yes! But, they're both still alive!" Soul considered he did have a point, Black Star had no idea he even had a mother and Kid probably didn't even know where babies came from.

"Wes, seriously, have you thought this through? She's going to want…kid's and commitment and all that rubbish," one glance at the frilly apron, cake and steadily growing pile of sappy CD's in the kitchen concluded that 'yes', 'yes he did.'

"Wes…please at least tell me the sex is good?" the older brother shuffled awkwardly.

"She wants to save that till marriage."

"Oh come ON?!"