Day 4: Weddings

I apologize if it took so long, I am just finding it hard to deliver the story.

ex: Should Maka wake up seeing Kid on a ran, thus Kid leaving Maka apologizing that they cannot celebrate but still forgets to greet her.

Should Maka be waiting for Kid in the living room, awake or asleep?

Should they fight?

I honestly had done this chapter for 5 days (during my breaks at work - I don't write when I am at home since I draw or play games that time).

I don't know what to say about this, it may not be that fluffy or funny like the previous chapter but nevertheless. I am proud of this.

Next Update: Would be Day 5 or My New Fanfic (still don't have a Title for it.)

Piece of Cake?

"Maka… are you pregnant?" when I heard those words, it seems like my throat had close and the delicious food I was eating had become a vomit I am trying to either swallow or release. "What?!" "Hey. Don't yell at me, I am only asking since you are eating like a whale tonight." I covered my mouth in hopes in order to not to vomit, but I cannot deny that I was finding it hard to swallow after hearing Blackstar's words. "It's okay. To hide it from me is something not to fear about… You are wed to the prince." The idea of having a child with Kid is a blessing, yet the assumption of this friend of mine is a false. "Brother, I do believe to hide a blessing is shameful, but what you are thinking is nothing more but your imagination." His hair was bright and deep like the sea – blue. His piercing yet warm eyes reflecting the hue of his hair and his face was sculpted like his lost father. His built was like one of the warriors of Zeus his muscles and strength over flowing within his body even if he tried to contain it within his armor. Luckily, this man had become my partner at the field. We had grew up together after my departure in the castle, training together to become warriors of the land and now we had reached our dream; I had stepped down from my role which had caused an uproar between him and Kid. The rumor of which I had resigned because of Kid was true, this was his wish as I had taken the name of the prince. Half a year ago the castle ground had become my arena against Kid, it was never easy for me to let go of my position as one of the highest and respected knights of the country. Everyday he would ask and plead to me to leave my tittle and stay here instead, inside the vast castle where I am safe and far from what he fears. Thus, everyday I would retaliate, refusing to lose, this was my dream, I wanted to be a warrior like my mother. Each passing day had become different, our fights had become less and less dramatic until we have met halfway, I had resigned my position as one of the knights to be a guardian, a trainer and a teacher for those who are brave enough and seek to serve the country. Yet, I had still brought utter disappointment to my fellow-men. "I knew this would happen if you married him." Were their words to me.

"Then, what is the reason behind your sudden starvation?" "I am only trying to condemn myself. I am angry and trying to calm down." "And what did the highness had done this time either from removing you from your rank?" He grumbled, still cannot accept the fact that it was my decision and not Kid's. "Kid… He had forgotten our anniversary." Announcing it to him with a stoic voice, he had remained still with his mouth open and the piece of steak hanging in front of his mouth waiting to be demolished with his teeth. "Then why the bloody hell you are here with me?! No wonder you are dressed up like a doll!" "Because I want to eat to calm my nerves! And forget about this forsaken day!" We both stood up from our seat and faced each other from head to toe, placing my hands on my hips I held my chin up and dared him to mock me from celebrating an event alone that was meant for two. Our voices had caught the attention of the people around us, everyone within the training ground for knights such as us. Our voices became louder and our foolish quarrel continued on until the laughter of our friends had reached our ears and we had laughed along with them.

May the soil be alive and perished me now by digesting me to its core.

I had run my fingers through my hair for the countless time this day and I regret each time I had done it, but the regret of what I had brought upon my wife cannot be justified even if I offer her all the sweets and cute things on this planet. "Argh! Goddammit, what kind of brain do I behold to forget to even greet my wife?" "I wish you a long life there prince." Soul mocked me with his snickering and by flashing his shark like teeth. To those that had thought I had forgotten our anniversary – you are wrong. Too forget our anniversary is a sin, I have waited for her my whole life and forget that special day is what I cannot forgive. Yet, I was too busy too think what will I say and how must I convince the king of the grassland, and that had led me to disappoint my wife. But I intend to change that, I had left soon after the king had accepted our proposal. He even invited me to come and enjoy the party they have but I had kindly refuse and said that my wife is waiting for me at home to celebrate our wedding.

"What? Ehem. Excuse me dear son of Lord Death, but what in the heaven's mind are you thinking to leave your lovely wife alone to celebrate such as thee?" "I understand your words, but—" "Ack! Enough with thee blibber blubbering! Go and seek your wife, an angry wife is more furious than a hungry lion and a thunderstorm at the sea. What will your heir think of you as a father?" "I am really grateful, but dear King… We don't have a child yet." "Then, shouldn't you be gone now? And celebrate with your wife like rabbits in their love hole?"

I must be out of my mind to even tell the king of I not having a heir. Laughter had roared around the buffet table that even my good old knight – Soul had mocked me with his snickering. "Sorry Kid, but the Old Pirate King do have a point. Aside from reproducing of course." I grumbled, almost growling to shush this knight I have chosen to accompany me through this journey. From meeting the allies of my wife, I had come to conclude a theory – that Maka and I are surrounded by Idiots. Once my feet had meet with the palace ground, I had walked and run away from the royal coach towards the door of the castle, while I had ignored the booming laughter coming from Soul. 'One day, it is I who will laugh at you.' I vowed to myself, knowing that this shark-tooth knight have his eyes on the eldest daughter of the viscount. My footsteps had echoed through the vast halls of the palace, the tap and click of my heels had announced my arrivals but no one had greeted me. It is no surprise - It is only an hour before midnight will struck and most are now resting for tomorrow's work. For the second time in my life, I had cursed the distance between the main hall and my room. I could hear the beating of my heart as I run towards the bedroom, muttering a curse on how damn long the stairs are and how many stairs I shall overcome. I was close on removing my tailored suite when I had notice I was near my room, I had slowed down to breathe some air and compose myself. Thus, when I had prepared myself for a possible angry wife – I had opened the door, only to be greeted with silence and coldness. She was already pass asleep on our king size bed, only her ash blonde hair on view from the door way while her body is hidden beneath the soft lush blanket. "Maka?" I softly whispered, keeping my steps quiet, I had seated myself beside her. My fingers stroking her bangs away so I could view her beautiful face more clearly, but I had frown. Her eyes were puppy and red that had stabbed my heart with guilt and pain – I had made her cry. I can only imagine what she was thinking when she was alone and I had left before her wake. The damp portion of her pillow had only made my stomach turn further. "Maka… Bun…" I was lost with words, I cannot think of anything reasonable enough to explain my actions, to say I was busy is something I cannot digest, for which I do not want her to think that I don't have anything in mind other than work and responsibilities. I cannot offer her anything, cannot give her a gift for this day for since I have entered empty-handed. I tried to open my mouth, letting it do the talking but no words came out. I grumbled, running my hands through my face. I am desperate, anxious and feel like filth. She has the right to be mad at me, to hit me, throw knifes and books at me, be the red flag of a bull. "I am home."

I feel bad for making him worry this much, but I also want to teach him a lesson or two. Faking that I am asleep is such an easy task, but crying is not. To only wet the pillow is not enough if my eyes are the same, so I have tried to watch movies and read books that could shed a tear from me – but all had failed. Yet, imagining of him being with another did made me cry which I immediately regret for whom I know that the man I love and married could never do such a sin. I had felt his forehead against mine, his breathing warm against my face that almost brought a shiver to my spine before he had scooped me up and carry me bridal-style. When my consciousness had gotten the best of me, I asked him where we are going, and he had only smiled at me with an apologetic look in his eyes. "Remember the time when I had proposed to you?" "Kid, It's okay. I understand that—" I have never finished my sentence since he had silenced me with his lips. "You proposed to me by announcing it to everyone on the center of the park with a marching band and acrobats." I couldn't help but chuckle at the memory, I felt so embarrassed and shy that I wish there was a hole I could hide on. "That is the only one that was a success." "You mean… there was more? And you have not only proposed once?"

"Yes. I have tried every possible ways to ask you. Like, putting on your food, on a bouquet, singing to you, and playing a song for you. Name it and I have done it." I didn't dared to open my mouth and counter him with his announcement when memories had begun flashing on my mind. Memories where he was reckless and not at ease when we were having dinner, I was full and not fond of the desert that was serve yet he had almost begged me to eat it. A time where he sent me a gorgeous and elegant bouquet, but I have to decline it for I had not stop on sneezing when I made contact with the pollens. Events where he had sing and played a song for me where lines of being wed or asking for my hand is included. "Ohh…" That was my only answer, there is nothing more I could say to him knowing he had caught me. A pit of laughter had escaped from his thin yet full lips, he had held me closer when I had felt the cold breeze against my night-gown and the scent of roses filling my nostrils.

"I didn't know what else to do, what ways I will do for you to see clearly that I want you to be mine forever." The way he had shamelessly inhaled my scent through my hair had made my inside tingle, but it was not enough to divert my thought on how oblivious I could be to not even notice he was trying to propose. "As long as we ended up marrying each other then it would be fine right?" "No, it wouldn't be - To only be wed with you was not once my aim, but to relive and walk the path where you had chosen me everyday of every single minute and second." Before I could give him a kiss on the lips, Kid had already swept off my feet until I it is dangling in the air while he raised me up like I am the cub of a great lion king. We had danced under the black sky, only the moon and stars were our light tonight, our laughter were filling the quiet ground of the garden which was also filling my heart and soul with joy. Then, when he had put me down, I didn't notice that he had brought the blanket with us when he had placed it gently on top of my head like it was a velo. "I never thought I would find such great love." Starring in his eyes I have drown myself into, I had notice how his waterline forms his tears. "I never thought that my whispers would be heard." He was so handsome even under the moonlight, his body radiating kindness, loyalty, truth and love I have become intoxicated too - He was breathtaking. He had kissed my hand like the day when we had met once again, and when his arms had snaked around my waist; my arms had followed soon by wrapping it around his shoulder. "Maka, will you accept this man - the very man in front of you. To not only be your husband, but your partner, guardian, friend, soul mate and true love. I will give you my heart, soul and body only to you. Will you stay with this man until the last sunset of our lives, to spend our days in the arms of each other, to love, care, cherish and protect the family we shall build. Will you Maka, accept this man to have your heart? Maka, will you marry me once again?"

What else do you expect me to say after this? Of course… I said "I Do." While his image had become blurry from the tears of happiness I was shedding.

'There is no such thing as a perfect couple, but it doesn't mean we cannot make our days perfect with each other.'