Rebel Heart
by Cherie
Part Three: Valentine’s Day Special Board Game—Neon and Joker’s wedding.

Author’s Notes:
Here we are in part three of Rebel Heart.  To be honest, I don’t know where this fic is going!!  So it might be cheesy and crappy…sorry.  And I’m also sorry if the characters are too OOC.  I think a game like this should be invented.  Wouldn’t it be fun?  Yeah, yeah, me and my useless comments.  This part is all about the game—nothing to do with the main story.

Mikagami picked a card labeled number #8 and tossed it to Fuuko.

“Okay… ‘Dance with the group across of you…’ NANIII?!!!!!” Fuuko couldn’t take it; her eyes grew as wide as saucers (big saucers if I might add).

“Is it that bad?” asked Mikagami, without knowing who was the group across them.

“Oh yeah, Neon and Joker.”

Neon’s eyes narrowed.  “Wait a minute.  I’m exactly across of…that Kirisawa girl?!!  Even the ice cold Mikagami’s better!  Hell, girls don’t dance each other!!!!” She cursed.

“I don’t think that Mikagami fellow can dance.” Joker said in a sly tone.

“Hey, I only dance if I want to.” Mikagami snorted.

Koganei grinned, “Hey guys…we’re here to play, right?  Do your dares, c’mon…dance.  Neon-san dance with Fuuko-neechan and Joker-san dance with Mikagami-niichan!!!” He showed his fangs.  “This I got to see.”

So they did.  It’s really weird though, normal people would think they’re yaoi and yuri couples.  Recca waved a handkerchief on the air while his hime screamed.  “Hey Mikagami!!!  You can do it!!  Joker’s no good at dancing!!!!!” “Go, Fuuko!!”

But the Uruha wasn’t that bad.  Aki and Miki invented a dance called “A Groove for Neon-sama”.  Mikoto showed her ability at cursing. While they’re at it, Domon was murmuring something that Fuuko’s too good to waste on such a creep like Neon and she should’ve danced with him instead of the crazy lady.

And they danced.  “Ouch!!!  Hey, this is the third time you stepped on my foot!!  I spent a lot on pedicures, you know!!” snarled Neon.  “Same goes to you, Joker.  Quit stepping on my Armani shoes.” Mikagami paid an EVIL-EVIL glance at Joker.

The next one to play was Recca-Yanagi.  They got a one.  “Damn it!!”

“Pick card number #6.  Where’s number six?” Yanagi searched the stack.  “Oh, here it is!” She showed Recca a card.

“Let me read it loud, Hime!” Recca inhaled a deep breath.  “Alright… ‘Kiss your partner’?!!!!!!!!????!!!!  NAAANIIII?!!!!!!!?!!?!?!” Recca’s eyeballs popped out.

Ganko couldn’t stop clapping while Kondo screamed louder than the craziest BSB fan (no offense, I’m one of them too).  “YEAAH!!  KISS HER, KISS HER!!!! YOU GO, GIRL!!!!”

Mikagami couldn’t help it but close his eyes and murmured something about throwing up.  Koganei cried—his tears could fill the lake he fell into.  Fuuko died laughing like a lunatic.  Raiha hurried to his room to get the camera while Tatsuko cried to death with Koganei.  Mokuren waved a hanky whistling to the completely red couple.

“Yahoo!!  C’mon, kiss her!!!!”

Recca turned his head to avoid looking at Yanagi.  “Hi…hime…do you think…”

“I’m also not sure…Recca-kun…”

But they had to do it.  They had to kiss.  Recca made the move.  He tilted Yanagi’s chin with a finger and dropped his lips on hers—for a mere split second.

“AWWW!!!!  RECCA!!!!!  So?!!  So?!  How was Yanagi’s lips??!!!!” Fuuko asked quickly with full excitement.

Recca didn’t answer.  His face was redder than his flames.  Hell, his face could even burn Setsuna!!!  The same with Yanagi.  She fainted.  The worse thing was, there was no one to heal her.

“Okay, okay, our turn, Koganei-niichan.  Let’s just hope it’s not like that, ne?” Ganko rolled the dice.  It showed a five.  “Pick card number #9.  Here we go!  ‘Confess your love to the one you love’.” Koganei sweatdropped.  “Err…can I be dismissed?  The one I love collapsed.” Everybody’s eyes went to Yanagi.

“What about you, Ganko?” asked Fuuko.

“Eh…it’s really weird though…you might think it’s sort of funny…”

“Oh, Ganko, you know you can tell us anything!” Neon grinned.

“I fell in love...with one of my mannequins…”

The eyes moved, from Yanagi to Ganko.  “YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A WHAT?!!!”

“He was cute!!!!!!!!  Even cuter than Mikagami-niichan or Raiha-niichan… His eyes killed me at first sight!!”

Neon sweatdropped.  “I can’t believe you’re six.”

“That’s coz I’m not.  I’m six years old two months (sorry if I’m wrong…I don’t know Ganko’s birthday).”

The next one is Kagerou and Domon.  Domon threw the dice…and it showed a six.

“Wahoo!!  I’m lucky!!  Pick card number #11.”

“Eh… ‘Sing a song for your partner’.  Sing a song?” Kagerou sweatdropped.

“Okay, sing, sing, Kagerou-san!” Fuuko threw pom-poms.

“Why don’t Domon just sing it?” Saicho suggested.

“Sure thing!” Domon pounded his chest.  “Neaaaaaaar….Faaaaar….wheEREEEEEEEver you aaaaaareeee….You are heeeereee in my heaaaarttt…anddddd…..my heart wiiiiill….gooooo ooooon….aaaaandd….ooooooooonnnnn……”

“THANK YOU, DOMON-KUN!!!!!” Kagerou cut his song.

“Okay, our turn, Kai-san.”  Aki picked the dice.  “Oh, four, pick card number #2.”

“Lucky us!!! ‘Hug the group across you’.  That means…Misora and Saicho.  C’mon you guys!” Kai grabbed Saicho’s small figure and bear-hugged it.  Looked like a few bones were cracked.  Aki just hugged Misora while smiling.

Miki and Kurei got number two.  “I thought we got two, Kurei-sama?” Raiha asked in a confused tone.

“That means Kurei-sama has to roll again.” Said Joker.  So Kurei did.  He got a six.  “So…he can move eight spaces forward.”

“Please hand me card number #13, Miki.”

“Hai, Kurei-sama!”

“Huh?  ‘Wear your partner’s clothes, and your partner shall wear yours’.” Miki read it.  “Oh well, I think it’s okay to be in a red robe…but…Kurei-sama…”

“Never mind.”

They went to their rooms to change while Neon and Joker rolled the dice.  “Three and four!  Move seven spaces!!”

“Card number #10, Joker!”

“Gotcha!  Okay… ‘Act like you were newlyweds’?!!!!!!!”

Now their eyes grew as wide as plates.  “NEWLYWEDS?!”

“Go Neon, go Joker!!  Act like newlyweds, you know, tuxedo, bowtie, dresses, gown, everything!!  Err…but that would take a lot of time…we also need the bridesmaids and best men…I mean…we need a wedding for heaven’s sake!” Fuuko popped her cheeks.

“So let’s just cancel it and completely forget about it,” Neon answered, shrugging her shoulders.

“NO!!  Do your dares, like I did!!  We wanna see a wedding!!!” Recca threw his arm (the one with the tekkou) in the air.

“NEVER!!  It will take a lot of time and we won’t be able to continue the game.”

“So what?  I don’t mind losing,” Koganei grinned and showed his fangs (grinning seemed to be his favorite action, ne?).  “What do you think, Mikagami-niichan?”

“Huh?  The faster we cease this, the better it is.”

“Geez, you have no intention in winning, ha?” Fuuko frowned.

“Winning a game?  No.  Winning a match?  Yes.  Why must we win something if we cannot get anything from it?”

“Ugh, you’ve been taking advantages all your life.  Can’t you do it just for fun?”

“What for?  Wasting time and energy?”

“But it helps you cure that ice mask of yours.”

“Whatever.”

“Freak!  But, I agree with you, c’mon, Neon!!!!  Go, baby, go!!!”

“But…you said you want bridesmaids.  We don’t have bridesmaids!” Neon made up an excuse.

Ganko twirled a small ball, “There’s always Kata Kugutsu and my mannequins.”

“The dresses?”

“Misora brought a lot of nice dresses for the mannequins to wear!  Right, Misora?” Saicho blinked an eye.  Misora nodded hastily.  “And it’s in good condition!”

Joker thought for a moment, “What about my tux?”

Fuuko frowned again.  “Geez!!  Is it because you always cover your eyes or something, until you can’t see?!!  Hello…what is Mi-chan for?!!  And in fact, he’s wearing a suit right now!!  He has to bring a tux for you to wear!!!” She pointed at the also frowning guy beside her.

“The priest?”

“I’ll be glad to marry you.  It’s a fake wedding, of course,” Kagerou raised her hand.

“The place, the church??”

Everyone was silent.  Neon and Joker thought they won.  But…

“The Urabutousatsoujin stadium isn’t very far from here…” Enma whispered, but Raiha and Saicho heard it.

Mikoto pounded Enma’s back.  “I’m proud of you!!  You have some brain all along!!!!!  There you go, use it properly, okay?!!!”

So they went to the stadium, using Kagerou’s special technique thing.  It was a BAD and RUINED stadium—thanks to Recca and Kurei.

“Well, at least it has some private space,” Ganko murmured.

Yanagi woke up.  “Uh??  Oh, I must be dreaming again…I’m at the Urabutousatsoujin area…” Then she fell again.

“HIME!  You ain’t dreaming!!  We ARE at the stadium!!!  Wake up!!!”
 

Joker wore Mikagami’s tux—too bad Mikagami didn’t bring a hat too.  Joker still wore his mask.

“ARRGHH!!  Joker—you look like Noroi in a tux!  Put it off!” Mikoto protested.

“No way.  Unless you have something to cover my eyes.”

“What about this?” Domon handed an eye-closer thing (you know…the one you use in airplanes when you sleep—or with a sleeping bag…).

“I just want something to cover them, not close them!”

“Here.” Kokuu came out of nowhere and gave Joker his sunglasses.

“Geez, thanks, old man!”
 

“Okay, okay…places, everyone!  Places!!!” Fuuko clapped hands in the air.  “GET READY!!  The wedding’s about to start!!”

“Are the bridesmaids ready, Ganko?!” yelled Yanagi who was already awake and cheery again.

“Yup!  You bet, Yanagi-neechan!” Ganko answered from one of the corners.  “There!!”

author: okay, I better quit this babbling about neon and joker…it ain’t funny anyway…
fuuko: well…it’s alright, author-san.  I don’t mind neon and joker being the main characters.
author: but you are still the main character…I must stop this at once…so, sorry…readers, but I will stop the game section right away.
mikagami: please, continue on with the game.
author: shut up.  I don’t wanna.
 

After the “wedding”, they sent Neon and Joker on a “honeymoon” together.  Not to mention enrolling them in next year’s Couples Awards.  Fortunately, they found a big and empty restaurant for them to eat.  It’s true, EMPTY—without the chefs nor the waiters.  It WAS a restaurant, before Mikoto and her “Mikoto” scared the chefs and waiters out a few months ago.  Until then, they had not returned, leaving the food supplies behind (phew, must be smelly by now).

Mikoto was tightly tied up in a chair, her Dokumashin nails kept somewhere safe FAR-FAR away from the kitchen.  She may NOT scare the “chefs” again.  The “chefs” consisted of Yanagi, Kagerou, Aki, Miki, Misora, Raiha, and Saicho.

Misora, Aki, and Miki prepared the VERY well-arranged fruits for the appetizers.  It was like a tropical dessert.  They also got apple pies and cherry pies.  Next, Kagerou and the boys prepared a HUGE turkey dinner, and bowls of soup and Kagerou’s special Escargot.  Last but not least, Yanagi ended all of this with sundaes, ice cream cones, and tons of milkshake.  It was some kind of…wedding dinner sorta stuff—except they didn’t have the bride and groom.

“Yum, yum, yum!!  I love your strawberry sundae, hime!” Recca licked the bottom of his shallow glass.  "Delicious!!!”

“Thank you, Recca-kun!” Yanagi smiled happily.  She loves cooking!  It’s just a very fine way to show her love for Recca!  And not to mention the rest, of course…but it was completely and absolutely, entirely, totally, fully, 100 percent dedicated to her ninja…personally.  No one else but Recca Hanabishi.

Mikagami could scent this.  A sad glint appeared on his eyes.  Yanagi had been staring to the eating Recca all the time.  No one else but Recca.  She had been staring with eyes full of faithfulness, affection, care, and LOVE.  Nothing was left for him.  Nothing but dust.

Author’s Notes:
Whew!  That was something.  Sorry if I didn’t continue the wedding.  All Neon-Joker fans out there, I will make a side story IF you want me to (and if you do, mail me).  All Neon-Kurei and Joker-Menou fans out there, flame me!!  Yeah, flame me!!

I said the POV-s HAS to be Fuuko’s, but…the last paragraph seems to be Mikagami’s, ne???  Well, I know Fuuko is the MAIN-MAIN character here, but I want to show you guys our dear Mi-chan’s feelings toward Yanagi… This is VERY hard to do, knowing that the Fridge Boy’s mind is impossible to read (if he has one, that is).  I might end up having three or four paragraphs of Mikagami’s POV-s.  Then again, maybe not ^__^;;; since I don’t know what else to write.  Please…tell me what you think I should write!  Mail me at: eternal.lover@mikagami.zzn.com !

You can give me ANY comments, or flames.  Just make me sure someone actually READ this whole rubbish.  My intention was to make a *romantic* fic, with bits of comedy and POV in it.  But…it turned out to be THIS.  Sheesh!!  Oh, and once again…PLEASE share me your comments, I’d really appreciate it and I WILL credit you guys for all the comments, and even, FLAMES.  And feel totally free to take my fic and put it on your site, as long as I am still the author!  But please ask for my permission… Hell, what am I babbling about!!  No one would EVER take my fic…it’s just way too crappy T__T… Don’t worry, I check my inbox EVERYDAY and I will always try to reply your e-mail as quick as I can ^_~!

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