The show must go on
Well since the other thread got derailed like hell.
“And you couldn’t bring one of those “weather changing machines” with you to the Island?”
“Kuuuuu, well, it’s not like if I could predict we’d have a snow storm in July~ da ze.”
“... this is the Island, it’s kinda obvious, no?”
"But since this is the Island, then even if I had the machine, it probably would be malfunctioning, da ze. Especially since our dimensional travel powers seems to be disabled during that snow storm--- "
“Yeah, yeah,” Prier interrupted. “It’s just another ‘event’, is that it?”
It was starting to look like even marriage couldn’t calm down the rock’s sadistic tendencies of making its residents annoyed. Granted most had been taken by surprised since they could come and go as they wished, but they really should have seen this coming. Instead, they were now stuck in their old hut, snow and freezing rain slowly covering the “buildings” around. It had barely been a day and already they couldn’t get out of the house due to the snow reaching the top of the windows. At least it made it a tad warmer inside... a tad bit.
“Shouldn’t we make a fire or something? It’s starting to get really cold in here?”
“... you want to suffocate to death? Or do you really want to cut a hole in the roof, da ze? I’m not fixing it after this is over though.”
Sadly, it was hard to not agree with that logic. Time to go dig out even more blankets, she figured. At least, knowing the Island, this silly event would be over soon enough. “However, it IS getting quite cold around here,” Kururu said, already covered in about three blankets.
She just stared at him. Of course, he was going to be a lazy jerk to the end and she was going to have to go dig up some old stuff that could possibly be used. However, before she could begrudgingly get up, she found herself rather weighted down, Kururu having apparently mistaken her for a heating pad.
“You’re doing this just to bug me, aren’t you?”
“Well that and conserving body heat, da ze. Is it working?”
“Yes... and yes...”
“Then what’s the problem? Kuuuuu ku ku.”
Sadly, right at this moment, it was hard to not agree with that logic.
It was such a beautiful day. Everything was decorated nicely in the Church of the Holy Maiden, the phantoms and the human guests had miraculously managed to stay in the same room without having one or the other scream in horror, and Marona looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress. There was just one thing that prevented this day from being perfect.
The fact that Marona was getting married.
“Oh no you don’t!” cried out an angry Prier, grabbing Ash’s scarf right as he was about to rip Culotte’s door open.
“I was just going to talk to him,” he said, suddenly very happy he didn’t actually have to breathe.
“To tell him to call the wedding off, AGAIN?!”
“... you sound like if I keep having this conversation with him.”
“It would be the fifth time today alone!”
Okay... maybe this was getting a bit out of hand, but he couldn’t help it. “It’s just... I don’t want her to rush things and regret everything and rush things and she’s only ---“
“Ash! He’s my brother, not some random moron she picked off the streets. You know him, and you know he wouldn’t ever do anything to her.”
Of course he knew that, he was dead, not blind. He just couldn’t accept the fact that Marona was all grown up now. He knew deep inside that she wouldn’t stay the little girl that depended on him all her life, but damned if he wanted it to be.
“Are you afraid I’m going to leave you all alone Ash?”
“Ma-Marona? What are you doing here?”
“Ash, you’re the only family I ever known. I’m never going to abandon you, so please, don’t worry.”
“Marona...”
Feeling like she was starting to be a third wheel Prier silently slipped in her brother’s room, a thumbs up promptly shot in his face.
“I still think Ash isn’t going to talk to me for the next five years...”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fine. He’ll get over it and you’ll do great,” she said, moving in to pat his head, something that was getting harder and harder to do, considering that unlike her, he grew up. “He talks big, but he loves Marona, he’s not going to do anything to ruin this for her. It’s going to be fine today.”
“... is it really?”
“Oh come on, Ash isn’t some bad guy.”
“No... I mean, you haven’t done anything weird for the wedding right? You remember how yours ended...”
“For the last time, I didn’t know “You may now punch the groom” was standard Netherworld vows!”
“Suuuuuuure you didn’t!”
SMAAAAAAAAAAACK
- - -
... haha, well that got off track like whoa. It really was supposed to have them getting married at the end, but I figured this made a good end... How come both Marona/Culotte short fics I've written end up with no or almost no Marona/Culotte things... Oh well, it just means I need to write a "sequel".
EDIT: ... I hate Word formatting when you copy/paste it to LJ *grumble*
EDIT THE SECOND: Okay, I can't make this look good, so it'll stay looking like this. *grumbles even more*
“And you couldn’t bring one of those “weather changing machines” with you to the Island?”
“Kuuuuu, well, it’s not like if I could predict we’d have a snow storm in July~ da ze.”
“... this is the Island, it’s kinda obvious, no?”
"But since this is the Island, then even if I had the machine, it probably would be malfunctioning, da ze. Especially since our dimensional travel powers seems to be disabled during that snow storm--- "
“Yeah, yeah,” Prier interrupted. “It’s just another ‘event’, is that it?”
It was starting to look like even marriage couldn’t calm down the rock’s sadistic tendencies of making its residents annoyed. Granted most had been taken by surprised since they could come and go as they wished, but they really should have seen this coming. Instead, they were now stuck in their old hut, snow and freezing rain slowly covering the “buildings” around. It had barely been a day and already they couldn’t get out of the house due to the snow reaching the top of the windows. At least it made it a tad warmer inside... a tad bit.
“Shouldn’t we make a fire or something? It’s starting to get really cold in here?”
“... you want to suffocate to death? Or do you really want to cut a hole in the roof, da ze? I’m not fixing it after this is over though.”
Sadly, it was hard to not agree with that logic. Time to go dig out even more blankets, she figured. At least, knowing the Island, this silly event would be over soon enough. “However, it IS getting quite cold around here,” Kururu said, already covered in about three blankets.
She just stared at him. Of course, he was going to be a lazy jerk to the end and she was going to have to go dig up some old stuff that could possibly be used. However, before she could begrudgingly get up, she found herself rather weighted down, Kururu having apparently mistaken her for a heating pad.
“You’re doing this just to bug me, aren’t you?”
“Well that and conserving body heat, da ze. Is it working?”
“Yes... and yes...”
“Then what’s the problem? Kuuuuu ku ku.”
Sadly, right at this moment, it was hard to not agree with that logic.
It was such a beautiful day. Everything was decorated nicely in the Church of the Holy Maiden, the phantoms and the human guests had miraculously managed to stay in the same room without having one or the other scream in horror, and Marona looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress. There was just one thing that prevented this day from being perfect.
The fact that Marona was getting married.
“Oh no you don’t!” cried out an angry Prier, grabbing Ash’s scarf right as he was about to rip Culotte’s door open.
“I was just going to talk to him,” he said, suddenly very happy he didn’t actually have to breathe.
“To tell him to call the wedding off, AGAIN?!”
“... you sound like if I keep having this conversation with him.”
“It would be the fifth time today alone!”
Okay... maybe this was getting a bit out of hand, but he couldn’t help it. “It’s just... I don’t want her to rush things and regret everything and rush things and she’s only ---“
“Ash! He’s my brother, not some random moron she picked off the streets. You know him, and you know he wouldn’t ever do anything to her.”
Of course he knew that, he was dead, not blind. He just couldn’t accept the fact that Marona was all grown up now. He knew deep inside that she wouldn’t stay the little girl that depended on him all her life, but damned if he wanted it to be.
“Are you afraid I’m going to leave you all alone Ash?”
“Ma-Marona? What are you doing here?”
“Ash, you’re the only family I ever known. I’m never going to abandon you, so please, don’t worry.”
“Marona...”
Feeling like she was starting to be a third wheel Prier silently slipped in her brother’s room, a thumbs up promptly shot in his face.
“I still think Ash isn’t going to talk to me for the next five years...”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fine. He’ll get over it and you’ll do great,” she said, moving in to pat his head, something that was getting harder and harder to do, considering that unlike her, he grew up. “He talks big, but he loves Marona, he’s not going to do anything to ruin this for her. It’s going to be fine today.”
“... is it really?”
“Oh come on, Ash isn’t some bad guy.”
“No... I mean, you haven’t done anything weird for the wedding right? You remember how yours ended...”
“For the last time, I didn’t know “You may now punch the groom” was standard Netherworld vows!”
“Suuuuuuure you didn’t!”
SMAAAAAAAAAAACK
- - -
... haha, well that got off track like whoa. It really was supposed to have them getting married at the end, but I figured this made a good end... How come both Marona/Culotte short fics I've written end up with no or almost no Marona/Culotte things... Oh well, it just means I need to write a "sequel".
EDIT: ... I hate Word formatting when you copy/paste it to LJ *grumble*
EDIT THE SECOND: Okay, I can't make this look good, so it'll stay looking like this. *grumbles even more*