A/N: It's been a year and five months since I posted something here. I've been writing some stuff here and there, but I never really got around posting it. But now, with renewed vigor, I finally got my crap together and started to write and post again! You can blame it on the anime and manga I've been overloading myself with lately XD and also on this particular pairing. It's all fun and games until you start shipping it. Next thing you know it's taking over your life. Oh well.
PROLOGUE
Anxious brown eyes darted nervously around the cab their owner was situated in. High-heel clad feet tapped impatiently on its carpeted floor.
"Can't you go any faster?" her voice spoke up.
"About that Miss…I'm afraid I can't do that." The driver's rough voice answered, eyes still on the road. "Traffic's pretty heavy around this time so it might take a while before we reach the place."
The girl did nothing but sigh nervously in return.
He hit the brake at a red light and snuck a glance at his passenger. "You look rather nice today. You said you were going to a church…you attending a wedding?"
The girl blushed and fiddled with a strand of brown hair on her shoulder before looking away.
"Yeah something like that. Oh wait we're here. Here's your pay. Keep the change. Thanks so much!" she sprinted out the cab without another word, a small amount of money carelessly tossed on the seat.
"Wait hold on! Miss the- never mind…" he sighed as he watched the girl barge her way through the church's door.
"Oh well. I should probably just stay here until she realizes she's at the wrong church."
"We are all gathered here today to commemorate the union of two people…"
Jean chose to drone out the words coming out of the reverend's mouth. The sooner we get this over with the better.
Minutes ticked on, the suit he had on feeling more uncomfortable by the second, his patience running thinner and thinner.
"Should anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace."
A small part deep inside him hoped that someone will intervene.
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Someone…
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Anyone…
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Please…
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"I OBJECT!"
Oh thank God…
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Wait.
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Who the hell is that?
"I OBJECT!"
The whole placed turned silent as Sasha's outburst resonated the air. They gave curious looks at the girl panting near the entrance. Just who was that? Was she a bitter ex-girlfriend out for revenge? Or was she a friend of the bride who was inexplicably in love with the groom? Maybe even a secret affair of the groom? The last thing on their minds was some random girl who sabotaged the wrong wedding.
The couple at the altar was stunned to say the least, mere moments away before 'sealing the deal'. The priest was equally shocked, eyes widening with almost comical astonishment.
And what of the girl at the entrance you ask? It took her a full minute to realize just what the hell she's gotten herself into.
Sasha surveyed her surroundings. She didn't know any of these people. But then again…the bride was short with blonde hair and blue eyes. And the groom was fairly tall himself like Berthold…maybe he just dyed his hair beige before the wedding?
Choosing to push her luck and deliver the final blow to what was left of her pride she spoke in a small voice.
"This doesn't happen to be the Annie Leonhart – Berthold Hoover Wedding right?"
The guests merely shook their heads in condolence. The sound of hands face-palming resounded. The groom pointed to the wall behind him with his thumb. There, in all its unbound glory, was the testament to Sasha's own stupidity, written in big, fancy lettering.
Jean & Krista
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"Oh shit."
A/N: That was crappy…oh well I'll make sure to update soon. But between my general laziness, paranoia, perfectionism, and a crap-ton of other excuses I'm pulling out of my ass, I'm not sure as to when soon is. Next week? Next month? And this prologue wasn't beta read by the way. So forgive any grammar mistakes you happen to have come across…*bows on the floor with no intention of getting back up*
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Till next time
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