Chapter Ten:

D/C: don’t own’em.

 

#Millia:

Get married? Have I lost my mind? To Sol Badguy!!

 

Its like signing a contract with the devil…

 

He annoys the hell out of me, he’s a pervert, he smokes, and he’d make a terrible father…

 

”Some father you are!”

“Shut up bi-”

 

A shiver ran down my spine, no, not again, not now…

Think of something else… Sol, you are marrying Sol Badguy…

 

Yes…

 

He’s the only who cares about me, though. not enough, but at least he does.

 

That’s why I was silent as he drove through the street in the new stolen car. I couldn’t care less what it’s name was, I don’t know what men like so much about cars… all I knew was that it was stolen, and I didn’t like stolen things…

 

“Were are we going?” I glanced at the deserted street behind us at the mirror. I hate highways…

“Some guy I know.” Sure, his voice was nice, but he never spoke anything sweet. definitely a husband’s voice if only he’d say something nice from time to time…

At least he drove like a husband. “Who?”

“Don’t speak with the driver.” Now he just sounds like a paranoid driver… I scowled.   

 

What am I saying, I’ll be miserable with him! He’ll just ignore me and breathe smoke in my face… Sometimes he just seems inhuman… 

 

“Can I see my card?” he flung it towards me and it landed in my lap. “Thank you.”

 

It had a picture of a man, for starters… Seri Luna, completely misspelled, twenty six years old, Russian, tan? Born on May? What is this…

 

“Sol, the spelling of my name is just wrong…”

“Be grateful.” He growled.

I sighed and frowned at my reflection. Yes, definitely miserable…

 

For a whole hour, uncomfortable silence stretched between us, and it was getting dark… the horizon was getting redder by the moment. Just like the feelings in my chest.

 

“Are we really going somewhere?”

He lit a cigarette.

I pulled the white stick from his mouth and placed in mine, it tasted like coffee and paper. Let’s see what's so fun in smoking, he eats up more than ten a day.

I heard a snicker when I almost coughed my lungs out, and watched him put the cigarette back in his mouth.

“Curiosity killed the cat, Rage.” The white stick jumped as he spoke.  

I took a few deep breaths, “Poor cat.”

 

The car pulled to a stop suddenly, I lifted my head to see that we were in front of a huge building with a large sign: “Holy Orders.”

 

Why was this place built in the middle of nowhere?

 

Sol opened the door for me and held my arm. He startled me when he carried me on his shoulder. I hate it when he carries me on his shoulder like a kid, I feel like everybody is checking me out…

 

My butt anyway.

 

“Undersn…” I felt his chest rumble from where my hands rested. He pulled me off his shoulder and supported me as I stood leaning on his arm.

“Sol! What a surprise! What dragged you back here?” I looked down at the small, old, uniformed man.  “Who’s the lady.” 

I politely smiled, but let Sol do all the talking.

“We’ve eloped. Get us married.” His expression was screaming ‘get her away from me.’  

The old man’s eyes shone. “Really! I figured you’d come running after me, sooner or later.” He walked over and we followed. He closed the office door behind him and sat on his huge leather chair.

 

“So, who’s following you?” his eyes darkened.

Sol smirked. A human, beautiful smirk… what am I saying? “Her parents.”

“Haha…” the white haired man laughed dryly and pulled out a couple of papers. “Here, fill this up.” Sol left me on a leather chair and went to sign the papers. He slammed the fake ID card on the table and the man looked at it skeptically.

 

“Ms. Luna?”

“Yes.” I stiffened.

“You’re a man…” he stated with a small, almost knowing, smile.

I sighed and frowned at Sol.

“Just get it over with, grandpa.” He garbled, sending ash allover the oak table.  

The uniformed man scratched his white head. “Uh, what exactly is going on?”

Sol sighed and looked up from his papers, “The guy who Faked the ID screwed up, okay?”

He shook his head and started filling up the paper, “You just never learn, Badguy.”

 

I just watched the two weird men scribble on the papers and wondered what’s the use of me being there.

 

“Here, sign this.” The old man handed me a paper. “It says you’re okay with marrying this corrupted fellow.”

I looked up at Sol, who had a serious expression on his face, like he was really concentrating on the papers. “Can I read it, first?”

“You’ll have your own copy, but sure.” The man assured and gave me the paper with a pen.

“You’ll get a copy, Rage.” Sol handed his papers to the older man and leaned closer to me, “Just sign the papers.”

I glared at him, “Yeah, and I’ll find out that I’ve signed a contract to sell my soul to you, right.”

He groaned, “Rage, get it in your pretty little head, I. Don’t. Care!”

I sulked and signed the paper. Handing it angrily for the old man.

 

It felt weird, holding a pen with my left hand…

 

“Undersn, you’d better not tell anyone what occurred here.”

“Am I that stupid?” the older man, obviously named Undersn, cocked his head to the side. He was working on a copy machine. “Listen, you have to do this to make it official.” He moved over to us while the papers were copying. “Do you, Sol Badguy take Seri Luna to be your lawfully wedded-”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Do you?”

“I do, get it over with.” He grumbled a few choice cuss words, but I ignored. 

“Do you, Seri Luna take Sol Badguy to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I took a deep breath, even though I knew it was all a fake, I just couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. Here I was agreeing to marry a guy I only met two days ago… someone who wouldn’t bother to think twice about how I felt, or what I wanted.

My lips twitched, I could feel Sol’s piercing gaze burning the top of my head.

 

Do it, its your only chance anyway…

Don’t do it, you’ll meet a better man later.

Do it! you’ll be dead if you don’t!

Don’t, you can take care of yourself…

 

“Do you?” Undersn repeated.

I took a deep, shaky breath. “I do.”

 

All the walls crumbled down, then, it was all said and done.

 

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#Sol:

 

Whoohoo!! Where’s the drink!! Pop the wine! Get a ring dammit!

Shut up, freddy.

You’re married again! WE are married again!

Shut the HELL up, Freddy.

Don’t call me Freddy.

There’s nothing you can do about it, Freddy.

…

Yeah. You do that.

 

I glanced at her, she probably looked healthier when she was underwater.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

 

Oh crap…

 

I started to walk towards the door.

“Sol, you need to do this.” I looked at the old man, if his grin could go any bigger, I’d say his whole face would fall off. “Kiss the bride.”

“No.”

“Kiss her and I wont throw a party at HQ.”

I frowned. “No.” I carried her in my arms, snatched the copied paper and headed towards the door, poor thing felt like jello in my hands.

“I’ll tell Kiske.” It was a whisper, but my damn ears caught it.

I turned around, pecked the corner of her mouth, grinned then hauled ass.

I heard a dry laugh as I left. Damn perverted old man. The woman in my arms was practically glowing.

 

~~~~

 

So, what's gonna be your first move?

Shut up.

Come ON! You’ve ELOPED! You’ve always dreamed of eloping!!

No I didn’t.

I get it! how about a five class Hotel room-

shut up.

-A wide, satin covered bed-

shut up..

-a warm shower…

Shut up, and she can't.

Oh right..

Freddy…

*sigh* what?

Shut up.

 

“We’re gonna have to rent an apartment.” I glanced through the car’s window over to the street, a few building lit up, but were mostly gloomy, what a depressing town.

“Hmm…” she was absently looking out the window.

Poor thing, probably thinks we’re married for the same reasons everybody else does.

“Your name is Badguy now.”

She nodded, a circle of fog forming on the glass.

 

Damn depressing.

 

detecting waves of depression.

Feel.exe acting up.

 

Damn.

 

“Whatddya wanna do now?” sappieeee….

She shrugged. “I just want to sleep.” A pause.

She could just sleep on the back seat, oh, wait her crutches are-“Oh damn.”

“What now?”

She’ll kill me. “We kind of forgot the crutches…”

She slapped her forehead.

“Yeah,” that’s what I thought you’d do.

 

Yay! You get to carry her around!

SHUT THE HELL UP!!

Talk about ‘carrying her over the threshold!’

You are over doing it.

I’m ridiculously over doing it! and I love it!

Are you on crack?

Are you?

No, but I could use a drink or two…

…

…

No, Sol, you know what Alcohol does to your system.

Just an itty bitty cup.

No.

Well, screw you, I’m drinking anyway.

You’ll just puke your lungs out!

No I wont.

It usualy feels like it anyway.

Just. Shut. Up.

Make me.

 

“I love you Millia.”

 

She stared at me.

Freddy stared at me.

 

That shut you up.

Hell yeah.. ah... ahh… okay... I’m totally clueless…

 

She’s totally confused.

 

I’m totally screwed up.

 

“You were talking to me?” she corked a brow.

Uh… “Yeah.”

She didn’t look like she believed me.

I didn’t believe me.

“I get it, because I’m Seri Badguy, now, right?” she glared out the window, and I caught a glimpse of tear-rimmed eyes. “Even though its all spelled wrong.” There was a quiet pause. “And completely fake.”

 

Don’t you just hate it when women start to cry?

Seriously, tell me, they become fragile boxes you’re not supposed to touch, and then they want you to make it up for them and you just screw it all up and they get angry at you.

Don’t you just hate it?

 

Aw, man, don’t make her cry the first night!

She’s bond to cry some night.  

…

Get lost.

 

I pulled the brakes in front of a building and stepped out. There was a big sign: “HOTEL”

 

“How may I help you, Sir?” the woman at the reception smiled at me.

“I need a room for two.” I reached at the back pocket and pulled out my wallet. 

“That’ll be 3000, Sir.” obviously the payment would be after the stay, I flashed her my card. “Can I please have your friend’s card as well?”

“He’s a she.” I handed the wedding certificate’s copy. It wouldn’t do to give her a card with a man’s picture.

“You are newly wed!” her eyes shone. “Wouldn’t you prefer the Honeymoon’s special offer, sir?” 

No.

Yes.

“What is it?”

The woman grinned in delight. I bet she just loves explaining things. “Well, it’s a wide room, with a bathroom, special service, a small drinks bar and everything you might need. Including three meals.” She looked down at my card. “It’s 2800, it’ll even be cheaper, Sir. I recommend that!”

Who cares, as long as there are drinks. “Fine, I’ll go get her.” I stopped mid-step. “She’s got a broken leg, you do have an elevator, right?”

She nodded, “Extreme medical attention, too, Sir.” 

 

I walked out into the night and leaned down to the car’s window, “I got us a room.”

She looked at me in surprise, her nose and cheeks were red. Was she crying? No, not enough evidence.

“Get out.” I walked over to the other side and opened the door. The cast was considerably hard when I grabbed it, all the better.

She stood wobbly and supported her weight by placing a tiny hand on my chest.

 

WARNING! Physical contact on: Abdomen.

 

Shut up already.

 

She limped next to me, and refused my help at climbing the three steps at the entrance. 

 

“Welcome, Ma’am.” The polite woman at the reception nodded and handed me the key. “The Elevator is over there, may we have your luggage?”

I narrowed my eyes, “We don’t have any, we’ve eloped.”

I heard a gasp, and turned my back when I heard her giggling.

                                 

The uniformed man in the elevator glanced at me and then at Millia, who had her head bowed down.

 

“Room, Sir.” 

I looked at the key. “367.”

The man pressed a button. I hate damn elevators. The man was looking at Millia’s cast.

“What are you looking at?” I mocked anger, it was fun watching him squabble.

“Sorry, Sir! My apologies!” the young man then stared at the glowing buttons.

Heh, sorry bastard.

 

There was a small ding before the doors opened, and I carried my wife because it would be damn faster. 

 

“Put me down, please.” She whispered.

“No.” I stood in front of 367 and struggled to open the door. Her small hand caught the key and easily slid it in.

 

I kicked the door and stepped in.

 

Okay, maybe the idea I had about hotel room is a few decades old.

 

“A honeymoon suite?” there was a tinge of anger in her voice.

“It was cheaper.” I reasoned and walked over to the bed.

“Put me down! I can walk!” she pushed away from me and it was everything I could do to keep from dropping her on the hard floor. She bounced on the satin-covered bed and sulked when I dropped her not-too-gently. “You just dropped a 10 minus on my manliness scale, Badguy.”

I shrugged, “Who cares?” I sat on the bed and stretched, my legs were killing me.

 

No wonder, I haven’t jogged in a while.

 

“So.” She was quiet. why on earth did it sound appealing just then was beyond me. “What now?”  

 

You could sleep. I could get drunk…

 

I could fix that annoying bra of yours.

 

“We get an apartment.” I stretched over the silken sheets. “You get better. You leave.” Simple as that.

 

You don’t want her to leave, do you Sol?

Well, I’m married to her, what do you think?

Oh, so you actually want her to be your wife?

You just don’t become a husband in one day, give me time.

But you do want her as a wife, right?

…

 

“What if they find us?” she hugged herself. Damn, I need to get her a sling.

“They wont.”

“They might.”

“Just shut up and sleep!” you’re annoying! Stop radiating depressing waves already! I sat up and knelt before the mini-bar. “Want a drink?” I looked back.

Her eyes were cold, and wet. “Please don’t make me miserable.” She whispered. “I don’t want to die miserable…” tears stained her emotionless face.

 

Aw man, I made her cry…

 

I popped open a bottle of whatever, and poured it in my mouth. The cold drink scalding my throat and shooting right up my head.

 

Warning, alcohol-containing substance entered system.

 

I ignored the warning and tipped up another drink. Hmm, grapes…

 

Warning, alcohol-containing substance entered system.

 

“Sol.” I heard her sob quietly, she’s probably trying to be tough. But you know, I’ve had enough, its either I get drunk or I get laid…

 

Another glass was downed before the warning shot out again.

 

Warning, Alcohol rating increasing, starting system-cleanup.

 

Oh damn.

I stood up and almost fell back on my ass. The room was spinning and I needed a sink right now. I was startled when I felt something soft on my arm and when I looked down, a pretty Russian blonde was looking up at me with that pretty flushed face.

 

Testosterone.hrmn is malfunctioning.

Testosterone.hrmn increased.

 

Damn, I hate it when it goes off without a warning.

I hate it when I get drunk.

I hate it all…

 

“Sol, don’t do this.” She whispered and leaned on me. “I promise to not speak again, just don’t get drunk.” Her brows were twitching.

“Rage.” I growled and watched her flinch. Damn, she must think I’m one of them guys that get all pushy when they’re drunk. I touched her face.

 

An error occurred in Heat.balance.exe, it has been terminated. 

 

She was cold.

The whole room was cold.

The whole friggin’ room was spinning.

 

“Sorry.” Man, I must be really drunk. What the hell did I just say? What the hell did I just have? 

She shook her head. “Just stop drinking, please.”

My eyes rolled back and I had to lean on the wall to keep from falling. I walked over to the door-less bathroom and knelt before the sink.

 

Have you ever had the feeling that you needed to keep your eyes open?

Well, you shouldn’t, its not a pretty sight.

 

I heard quiet breaths behind me before I felt her hands brushing my hair.

I don’t need her pity, damnit.

 

The water was cold on my face, everything was cold. Too damn cold.   

She handed me a face towel, her hands were soft and cold and I wanted nothing else but to hold them and warm them up.

 

“I’m drunk.” I rubbed my forehead, and looked back at a blurry Millia. “What the hell are you doing, walking around like that?”

She held my arm, sending pinpricks all over. “Come here.” I followed her back into the room, my head was spinning so much I figured I should just drop to the floor and sleep right there.

What the hell did I drink? I’ve never been so drunk after so little, before.

 

I pulled her down with me when I threw myself at the bed. she struggled under my arm, but my head hurt too much to even move a single muscle. “Calm down, I don’t bite.” Her breath was hot on my face. “Its cold.”

She stopped struggling, and when I finally submitted to sleep.exe, she was pulling the covers over my shoulders.

 

Damn.

 

End of chapter Ten. 

A/N: never tasted alcohol, never met anyone who ever tasted alcohol, never been to a place that sold alcohol. I just read too many got-drunk FF8 fics. Tell me if anything occurred wrong.