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Chapter 27:The Wedding-Part 2

It was kind of irritating to brood when ninety-nine percent of the population surrounding you was elated.

Everyone was joyful over the newlyweds. It was bound to be the focal point of anyone's discussion for the next few weeks. Who could blame them? The wedding was beautiful. Both participants were dressed in the finest of silks, adored and pampered till they radiated with a heavenly glow. The preparations and decorations—that had taken days to complete—were spot on, not a single flower or stream out of place. In addition to that, and the bride and groom having such a compatible and likable relationship with the townspeople, one could say that this wedding would probably be the best one for awhile. One that would stay in the history books forever.

One teensy problem: Tyrone was supposed to be the groom.

Not King Arthur.

Sigh.

The green hedgehog leaned against a tent pole, arms crossed and a hard expression plastered on his face. His usually bright blue eyes had darkened—clouded—to a deep inky navy color. Peach lips were pushed together to form a tight line. He glared at the white castle, seeming to burn holes within each brick and stone. As many of the townspeople passed by, some marketing around while others pushed their way closer to the shiny palace, wanting to get as close as possible, Tyrone had stayed put in his place. From where he stood, he could see and hear more than enough.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large purple walrus, somewhere around his fifties, had slapped the teen's back. Tyrone choked in surprise, almost falling forward from the impact. "Why the glum face, my boy? The king is finally married!" he heartily laughed, his voice deep and rough but light-hearted.

The boy's immediate thought was to snap back, a temper he never had, rising in his chest. But, instead, he forced a sheepish smile, his fingers rubbing against the nape of his neck. "Just hungry," he quickly lied, adding a bashful chuckle for good measure.

The walrus laughed again with more thunder than Tyrone thought was needed. Again, he slapped his back (harder, if possible) and shook his head. "I know how ya feel. I'm sure after the king and queen make their appearances, your mother will let chya' pick up on some grub," he said joyfully patting the young lad's stinging back.

Tyrone strained a pained smile, inching away from the touchy walrus. He wasn't going to risk another slap on the back. "Speaking of which, I think that's her I hear. Have a good day…bye!" Without waiting for a response he booked it, waving at the walrus before turning on his heel and getting the heck out of there. Now that he thought about it, he wanted to get out of here. The atmosphere just didn't fit his current mood. So, once he stopped running, his paced slowed to a determined walk, making a b-line towards any exit in site.

As he was walking, the crowd suddenly had a sudden uproar, countless cheers and deafening shouts of excitement running through the air. The verdant-furred teen paid no attention to it, a scoff leaving his lips. He was sick of it. He had stayed for the wedding, and even though he couldn't really see, like, any it, he thought he had done more than enough. Considering the position he was in, yeah, he was done here. Walking a bit faster, fists balled up in irritation, Tyrone tried his best to keep from cursing under his breath each time he had to dodge a spastic arm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now introduce to you, Arthur and Elizabeth Pendragon!"

If possible, the crowd got louder. Tyrone stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened in shock as the ringing of the crowds screams bounced off the walls in his ear.

Pendragon.

That was the king's last name. It was supposed to be only his last name.

Forcing himself to look, Tyrone's head slowly turned, his eyes staring upwards towards the three Mobians on the top of the balcony. On the side, the one who introduced the newlyweds, was a brown squirrel who wore a blue vest filled with pins and a white slash across his chest. Aside him stood Elizabeth, covered in white, and as beautiful as ever. She timidly smiled at the crowd, waving her hand bashfully. She never was good with audiences. Next to her was the well-known azure king, smiling charmingly. He bore a euphoric expression, one of pure delight and happiness. King Arthur waved to his townspeople, a proud glint in his green eyes. At this moment, Tyrone took the time to fully examine the king he was under. He was handsome, respectful, charming, seemingly care-free, and a genuinely happy guy. Not that he really took an interest into the king's life; Tyrone would admit he hadn't heard a single bad thing about the blue ruler. Sure, once in awhile, there were those who would say something snarky about him under their breath, but it wasn't possible for everyone to like him. In general though, he didn't seem like a bad guy. He was likeable, no doubt. And if it weren't for the burning jealousy and rage that blazed within his chest, Tyrone was sure he would've like him a lot.

It was just that he was supposed to be the one next her, dressed in one of those itchy suits. He, Tyrone Hedgehog, was meant to be the one to hold the ebon teen's hand. Blasted—Hedgehog was supposed to be Elizabeth's last name. Not bloody Pendragon!

Seething, almost growling with an animalistic undertone, Tyrone almost didn't realize the multitude of Mobians lowering their cheers as Arthur and Elizabeth forward. This anger that ran through his veins and attacked his chest, twisting it, making him sick, was foreign to him. Thing was, Tyrone didn't get angry. Or at least, it was pretty hard for him to get angry. He wasn't the type of hedgehog to hold anyone to anything. His life wasn't horrid or anything. He was, in fact, grateful for his life and everything surrounding it and as he kept this in mind, it was really hard for him to get angry. Now, he obviously did get upset, but the hate that constricted his throat each time he even thought about anything related to the king made him sick to his stomach. Not one positive thought circulated within his mind. Not a single one.

"Good afternoon, my people," Arthur started, not a trace of doubt or hesitation in his voice.

Without hearing another second, Tyrone turned on his heel, pushing past Mobians and ignoring the questioning glances that were sent his way. He needed to leave right now. Right now! At least, before he did something he would regret. But as he stomped his way out of the castle grounds, a phrase he had never thought he'd be so hell bent on screamed in his mind.

I'm not out of the picture yet.

(0…)

Being married, you would expect something to happen. Like, inside you. Maybe your personality would change, or maybe some emotional turmoil you battled for the longest of time had finally concluded to a reasonable solution. Or maybe even a 'oh yeah, can't flirt with anyone anymore, bummer.' Right? Well, I guess that isn't the case with every person because Elizabeth wasn't feeling the change.

Now, it wasn't like anything bad resulted from no change. She just kind of expected something to happen after she had been pronounced wife of Arthur Pendragon. From all the stories she's heard from older woman, talking about how they felt like a new person, she was sort of expecting the same thing to happen to her. So when nothing happened, Elizabeth flat tired. She felt ripped off, one could say. She didn't know if it was right to feel that way, but either way, she felt like that. Yeah, she wasn't exactly marrying the man she wanted to, and yeah, maybe the overwhelming feeling of her issues with her father weren't completely resolved, (but slowly getting there), but wasn't she supposed to feel some sort of change? Anything?

Walking hand in hand with Sonic towards who-knows-where, the ebony teen scrunched her lips to the side. She sighed wearily as she fastened her pace, trying to keep up with the ecstatic blue hedgehog. She knew he was excited and all, but she was in 5 inch heels.

He needed to chill.

"S-Sonic, can we perhaps slow down a bit?" she said, cheeks flushed with slight exhaustion.

The cerulean hedgehog looked over his shoulder and immediately slowed down to a stop. His eyes shined apologetically. Sonic turned to face her and smiled sheepishly. "Forgive me. I'm a bit excited, if you couldn't tell. Perhaps a bit too much," he chuckled, blushing timidly. He mentally kicked himself for basically dragging her towards the reception room at such a fast pace.

Elizabeth giggled, shaking her head, short breathes leaving her red lips. "No, don't apologize. These heels are probably as tall as this castle. Apparently, the higher the heel, the longer the leg, so I have to keep them on for as long as possible. Gotta keep you interested somehow," she joked.

Was it bad that extremely dirty thoughts ran through the king's mind? He definitely wanted them to stay on for awhile.

For the entire night.

Turning beet red, Sonic had to clear his throat before speaking. "Y-yeah," he nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. After a minute or so, Sonic asked if she was okay to keep going. Elizabeth nodded and they went off, this time, at a pace they both could match.

At a luxurious pace, both of walked in silence to where the after part was held. Requesting to walk alone, the two hedgehogs found the hall empty as they walked. For some reason, Sonic kept sneaking glances at the younger hedgehog, biting his lip every so often. Elizabeth noticed instantly but decided to try her best and ignore it. The tense air that surrounded them put both of them on edge. Along with that was an abundant amount of awkwardness. It was very uncomfortable. And the thing that made it worse was because they both knew why it was like this.

At first, when they were just fiancées, they were both protected from each other, in a way. Even if they shared a bed, they knew they wouldn't do anything. More so, they couldn't do anything. Now that they were married, it was almost as if an imaginary restriction had been broken. If one of them should act on a…impulse, it would be allowed. Meaning, if someone were to climb on top of the other, well, nothing would be wrong with that. And that was thing that frightened both of them. It was tradition that on the night of the wedding, both husband and wife were supposed to fully seal the contract and physically show their love to each other. It didn't help that even before the wedding, Sonic had clearly stated it was hard for him to keep control.

Oh dear.

Silence deafened their ears but they did nothing about it. They just kept their heads bowed, sneaking glances at each other here and there. It wasn't until they reached two large doors that would lead them to the party that Sonic had stopped them. Elizabeth blinked in confusion and looked up at him.

"Is there a-"

Sonic lifted her hand to his lips, tenderly kissing the top of it. He smiled softly as he saw her cheeks light up with a cherry tint. The blue king couldn't help but place a hand on the girl's cheek, adorning her. She was just so beautiful to him and he really didn't want the connection they had a first to be altered or ruined in any way.

"Today is all about you, Elizabeth. Anything you are not comfortable with, we will not do," he said gently.

Immediately, she knew what he was getting at. Her entire face flushed at the thought and Elizabeth's knees felt wobbly. "Sonic-I-it's okay. I know that it's supposed to happen and I'm just your wife and you are the husband. It's your right to do whatever-"

He shook his head, a light scowl on his face. "No. You are just as powerful as me. You are not just merely a woman who I married. Your thoughts count just as any of mine do. In our kingdom, we are equals and everyone shall treat us as such," he firmly stated.

In admiration, Elizabeth gazed back into his determined emerald orbs, love glimmering in them with brilliance. Wow. Her mouth hung agape as she nodded. Maybe this was the change she was looking for? Smiling softly, the midnight—furred hedgehog lifted her hand to his, her thumb stroking it with care. Suddenly, a devious smirk spread across her muzzle and her eyes glinted with mischief.

"I'll use that against you when we get into fights," she chuckled.

Sonic gave her a flat stare. "Way to ruin the moment, Bessie."

Elizabeth made a face while Sonic smirked. "…Ehh…don't call me that," she gagged. She hadn't been called that name in a while and even though then it didn't really bother her, now, it was just painful to hear.

"Don't count on it," Sonic remarked.

The ebon teen stuck her tongue out, blowing a raspberry, childishly squeezing her eyes shut. While she stuck her tongue out, she failed to realize how close her husband had gotten, his face merely inches from her tongue.

"You better put that tongue of yours back in," he stated, lowering his eyes. Elizabeth opened her eyes, the faintest shade of rebellious red tinting her purple irises. Sonic grinned leeringly. "Or I'll make sure to put it to better use," he continued in a low voice.

He suddenly threw his head back in hearty humor as Elizabeth quickly sucked the pink muscle back in her abruptly dry mouth, her eyes wide, and irises fading back to purple. She sourly glared at the hedgehog she would have to call husband for the rest of her life.

"Not funny."

(0…)

If Lancelot hadn't known any better, he would've thought Gawain was just being friendly to that young echidna-damsel near the punch bowl.

A brisk chuckle escaped from the midnight warrior's tan lips as he observed the sunset orange echidna—who went by the name of Tikal—giggle quietly to herself as Gawain made a fool of himself. Going out of his way to grab a cup of juice for her, he somehow dropped the cup a itself into the bowl and, ever since then, has tried to get it out. He would go to grab it, and the cup would avoid his giant hands, swaying calming away from him. It had gone on for so long that a servant had tried to help him but, in stubbornness, the crimson knight had grunted him off, shouting unintentionally that 'he was the strongest Knight of the Round Table and he could do it himself.' Lancelot closed his eyes in humor at the mulish echidna, a smirk on his muzzle.

Dim-witted fool.

As he thought of his fellow knight, Lancelot wondered whether or not Gawain was still angry with him. Obviously he was still upset—and he had shown this by being more of a showoff towards him than usual—but the ebony hedgehog had wondered if he had tried to talk to him through his little episode of depression before. When Gawain had seen him leaving, tears on his cheeks from his daughter's confrontation, it was true that the red echidna had called out to him out of some sort of pity and sympathy. But the midnight father couldn't really remember if, through his darkest times, Gawain had tried to reach out to him during training sessions. Percival had made it known she was upset with the entire situation but still didn't like seeing Lancelot in the state he was in and offered a shoulder to him. Now that he was thinking about it, he had really good friends. No matter the current situation, they were still by his side and it was only right that sometime soon he thank them personally.

Straightening his back, Lancelot opened his eyes, crimson irises gleaming with restricted content. Out before him were many upper-class Mobians dancing, laughing, talking, and drinking away the rest of the night. It would do some of them good to put down the wine glass, or the beer bottle, seeing as some couldn't even stand on their own two feet. Looking down at his own wine glass, he put his chin in his palm, and, for the second time in under five minutes, (a world record), he softly chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Elizabeth asked out of the blue.

Uncharacteristically, Lancelot jumped in his spot. Blinking rapidly, he remembered his place. He was at the reception, after the wedding, sitting at a big table in front of everyone with his daughter on his right and her husband on her right. Maybe it would do him good to slow down with the wine. After regaining his composure, Lancelot glanced at his daughter, before staring at the people before him, his eyes hiding all emotion.

"Drunk fools," he answered simply.

The ebon teen gave a nod. She blinked, catching to see a blue fox stumble, swaying side to side. "Quite entertaining," she replied shortly. Lancelot only grunted, having no idea how to respond.

Things weren't quite fixed with the two just yet.

Just in case you couldn't tell.

There were still strong waves of anger crashing onto Lancelot. He could feel it without a doubt. Some of Elizabeth's anger had died down because he had been sitting next to her all this time and he had yet to receive a glare from her, so it there was definite progress. Still, though, the older father had desperately wanted to talk it out. If things kept going how they were, he knew he and his daughter would never go back to what they were before. He also knew that even if they did talk it out, there was still a high chance they would never reestablish the relationship they had before completely. But he had to give it a shot.

Mustering all the courage he could, surprised by the trembling fear within his chest, Lancelot spoke quietly, "Elizabeth, I'm sorry. I was sorry before, and I'm still sorry now."

Elizabeth pursed her cherry lips, her gaze suddenly chilly. She refused to look at him, fearing she would blow up and make a scene and possibly say something that would cause hell. "Father, not now," she whispered harshly, gritting her teeth.

Unexpectedly, Lancelot widened his eyes and turned his full attention towards his daughter. His heart quivered within his chest as a word he had longed to hear flew carelessly out of her mouth. After moments of blunt staring, Elizabeth couldn't take it. She looked at him quizzically. "What?" she asked.

"You said father," Lancelot answered with rising hope.

She silently cursed. Turning her head away quickly, she retorted, "S-so? Would you rather I call you something else because I have plenty of other names."

When she heard him chuckle she narrowed her eyes at him, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. Lancelot shook his head peering into her stone cold irises with love. "Just like your mother," he whispered.

No. She wouldn't have it. "Don't try and pull that one on me."

"Anata dake dekiru yō ni narunara, watashi wa jibun jishin o setsumei suru tame ni-"

"Dōzo!" Elizabeth interrupted, forgetting her defensive walls and giving the black knight a pleading look.

Meanwhile, the two ebony hedgehogs' brewing dilemma had entirely missed the oblivious azure hedgehog. Sonic wore a gigantic smile on his face, an upbeat atmosphere surrounding his person. Sonic the Hedgehog felt like the happiest hedgehog in the entire world. Nothing could put a damper on his mood. Even if he had been sitting in this damn chair for an hour straight, listening to speech after speech about how other kings, queens, and close friends had wished the newlyweds a bountiful marriage, he was just so happy. Well, who wouldn't be? He had just been married and he couldn't seem to get over it. To his left was the girl of his dreams sitting directly by him. Today was the beginning of a new beginning. Life would just get better and better from here on out.

Taking the full glass of wine in front of him he dunked it, the red liquid flowing down his throat. Setting the glass down rather harshly, he attracted the attention of the two ebon hedgehogs. Smiling cheekily to his wife, happiness gleamed within in his emerald eyes. Elizabeth lost her hard expression and stared back at the blue king with confusion and a bit startled.

"Let's go dance," he suddenly said.

Elizabeth almost fell out of her seat. "W-what!? Now!? As in, in front of all those people!?"

"Yes and yes!" he replied with bursts of energy.

Where was all this happy energy coming from? Elizabeth glanced at his suddenly empty glass.

Oh my…

She shook her head, crossing her arms in defiance. "No," she stated, turning her head the other way. "I am not embarrassing myself in front of all these people."

Sonic childishly groaned. He leaned in, closing in on her. Elizabeth only turned her head and stared straight back at him strongly. She raised a brow as his eyes silently pleaded with her. Blinking once, she said, "No."

"Please!? Nobody really cares!" Sonic pushed.

"I do."

"But Elizabeth-"

"Elizabeth, I'm sure if you danced fine the first time with him, it shouldn't be so hard this time," Lancelot added in earning a pleased smile from the excited cerulean king.

The girl narrowed her eyes at her father, glaring daggers into head. Lancelot only smiled, a hint of young mischief present in his ruby orbs. The purple striped teen looked at her father for a few more seconds, making sure he got the memo that she would get him back hard for this.

"Fine," she seethed and suddenly her arm had been yanked the other away, Sonic dragging her behind him.

"It'll be fun. You'll see! It's always fun with this blue hedgehog!" he mightily proclaimed.

"Baka."

(0…)

Elizabeth couldn't help but hold her stomach as she threw her head back in laughter. In front of her, Sonic had spun on his heel, swaying back and forth, goofily mouthing the words to the song that was played. At random moments, he would dance with others, mouthing the love song to them before running around and coming back to her and busting a random move. What made it so funny was the fact that he wasn't even drunk. He was just being stupid. Elizabeth had no words for him and only gazed back at him while he silently sang the words to her, while winking and pointing at her in the process as if she were a fan. In return, she patted her chest in mock sincerity.

Would you save my soul, tonight?

Would you tremble, if I touched your lips?

She hadn't known Sonic would ever allow himself to act like this in front of all these upper-class Mobians. Well, many of them were drunk, acting the same way, so most of them probably wouldn't even remember by tomorrow.

Looking back at her father, she saw him face-palm as he saw the cerulean king's acts. Elizabeth giggled. Sonic held an imaginary microphone in his hand as he stalked towards his wife. Once he had gotten within arm's length, he took her hand, pulling her towards him. Elizabeth placed a hand on his chest and yelped in surprise. She smiled widely though as he continued singing. The song was almost at its end and the blue blur held her cheeks tenderly and gazed lovingly into her purple eyes.

"You can take my breath away. I can be your hero," he sung quietly to her before stepping back and bowing dramatically. "Please, you all are too kind," he exclaimed as no one clapped except for Gawain—who was shitfaced drunk—cheering him on loudly. Lancelot and Percival had taken this time to direct the drunken echidna to a place away from too many people for their safety.

Elizabeth only shook her head laughed as Sonic lifted his head and laughed along with her. He walked up to her and grinned charmingly. "What'd I say?" he asked teasingly.

"Don't make me say it," Elizabeth groaned playfully.

"Nope. You absolutely have to."

She sighed, giving him a look before confessing, "Fine. You were right, I was wrong. I was wrong, wrong, wrong. Dancing with you was really fun." She laughed as Sonic lifted his nose in the air, rubbing it cockily.

"I told you," he rubbed it in.

"Don't get too cocky, Arthur," she said warningly, bumping his side with her hip.

Sonic laughed again. Once he had calmed down, he gave her a serious yet adventurous look. Elizabeth cocked a questioning brow. Before she could ask what he was thinking he said, "Let's go."

The young maiden choked on the air in her throat. "You want to leave?" she asked.

"Yes."

"But what about the guests? We can't just leave them," she countered back.

"If I say we can, then we can," he pulled her towards the doors before she could protest, "There's something I have to show you."

"Alright," she agreed. Before they disappeared behind the double doors, she looked back to see the guests going about their night, enjoying what they could before it was back to their everyday duties. Elizabeth told herself to just go with it and have fun, so she took one last look before paying attention to what was in front of her.

Sonic released her arm and Elizabeth walked by his side, following him to wherever they were going. It was pretty silent between them for the most part, but this time, it wasn't uncomfortable. The two snuck a few glances but, this time, added funny faces into it, trying to get the other to laugh first. Elizabeth lost bursting into a fit of giggles after the blue hedgehog pulled only his third funny face. Sonic stared at her while she covered her mouth in laughter.

"You have a very beautiful smile," he said genuinely.

She blushed, holding her hands behind her back. "Thank you," she shyly said.

"My pleasure."

After that, there weren't many words spoken for the time being. It wasn't until long, though, that Sonic's hand brushed Elizabeth's. The girl looked up at him and was about to move away her hand but found the azure king softly taking it and intertwining their fingers together. His emerald orbs sparkled as Elizabeth met his tender gaze.

"Here we are," the tall blue hedgehog announced.

Slowly tearing away from his gaze, Elizabeth's eyes followed the king's outstretched hand and once her gaze had left the tips of his fingers, her purples eyes widened in amazement. She cautiously walked forward, her mouth hanging slightly agape. In front of her was a bountiful quantity of flowers, their colors glistening in the light of the moonlight. An array of colors adorned the flowers that were arranged on twelve foot tall, gray, stone walls. As the ebon teen continued to walk forward, her footsteps following the cobblestone pathway, she found the glimmering flowery walls to create something of a maze, seemingly like an endless dream-like scene. At random points, there would be small fountains adding to the decoration of this wonderful landscape.

"Do you like it?" Sonic said seeming to have broken Elizabeth's trance.

Without hesitation, she answered, "Like it?" she spun slowly, taking in her surroundings, "I-I love it. This place is so beautiful," she whispered.

"It is, isn't it," Sonic agreed, looking around pride fully. "This wouldn't be here if it weren't for my father, actually?"

Elizabeth tore her gaze from the flowers and raised a brow at the blue hedgehog. "Your father?" Not that she meant anything by it, but she would've thought his mother would've had something to do with the creation of this garden.

The azure king nodded. "Yes, my father. According to his stories, he had this built and decorated with the rarest and most beautiful flowers as an anniversary gift for my mother. Yet my mother told me he was in here more than she ever was." Sonic breathed in the fresh air, chuckling gently. "He always had a rare appreciation for flowers and, to be honest, they are quite fascinating."

"Your father must've loved your mother so much," the girl chided softly.

"He loved her so much that he was so bent on keeping this place a secret between them. It was their only private place. In fact, I wouldn't have known about this place if I hadn't ran in here and asked about it," he laughed at the memory. "My father made me swear to keep this place secret even going to the extent of bribing me sweets. Of course I agreed but I asked if I could possibly share the garden with someone I loved in the future so when they passed, we would have this sacred place too."

Elizabeth stared in awe at the blue hedgehog. To someone looking outside, this wouldn't have been such a big deal. It was garden, not a shrine of the most sought for treasures. Anyone could create a garden, even replicate this same one with just a bit of work. But to Elizabeth, Sonic had just handed her one of his most prized possessions without hesitation. For all he knew, she could just run her mouth to every person in this kingdom and spoil the secrecy of this garden. Of course she had no intention of doing that whatsoever, but it was the just he trusted her so much already. That was amazing in her eyes.

The wind blew softly against their bodies, lifting the clothing on their bodies. The calming breeze snapped the two hedgehogs out of their trance. Sonic blinked and turned his head to observe his wife walk up to a yellow navy rose, holding it delicately to her nose, taking in its delightful aroma.

"Thank you," she said just loud enough for him to catch it.

Sonic's ear twitched as he raised a brow, walking up to her. "Thank you?" he repeated in question.

"Thank you for entrusting me with something so dear to you," she quickly faced him, grabbing his hands, "I will do everything in my power to keep it between us."

Sonic smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, but I have no worries."

The two just looked into each other's eyes, their feelings content for once. There was no pressure of any external force jabbing their minds. It was just the two of them in a flowery garden, safe in each other's arms. It wasn't long until Elizabeth lied her head on Sonic's chest, feeling his calm heartbeat against her temple. For some odd reason, the two began to sway on their spot, seemingly dancing to inaudible music.

"Sonic?" the girl said quietly.

"Yes?" he answered.

Elizabeth picked her head up, her face leaning into his. Her eye lids lowered lazily as her ruby covered lips puckered ever-so-lightly. Sonic's emerald eyes darkened as his eyelids did the same, his lips leaning towards hers.

"I love you," she finally said and, for the first time, meant it.

"I've always loved you," Sonic confessed before closing the space between them.

Ooooh. Is that the beginning of an actual plot I see?

Translations:

Anata dake dekiru yō ni narunara, watashi wa jibun jishin o setsumei suru tame ni-If you would just allow me to explain myself

Dōzo-Please

Baka-Idiot

Thank you R&R

~God Bless You~