Hi! I changed my profile name!

I'm sorry for the wait. I just got reeaaaaaally lazy. And then I went to camp for a week without internet access. And then I came back here only to delete all of my previous work on this chapter because it was too awkward. -_-"

So, here is chapter 12. I had to look up a bunch of stuff for it. If you would like to know why I used the flowers that I did, skip to the Author's Note at the very bottom of this chapter. Otherwise, please enjoy this chapter.

Can you see the disclaimer? That's right! It's right here!-~I don't own Gosick~-Right there!

I'm also not one for describing clothes. So, Victorique's wedding dress is the one she wore in the last episode of Gosick.

Italics this time are Kujo's thoughts.


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...Why am I here?...

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A cerise carpet was spread out on the floor beneath him-slightly tarnished from the dirt on Kujo's shoes and torn from the nervous scuffling of the chattering people around him. Miniature pillars (spaced roughly ten inches apart from one another) stood erect on the edges of the large carpet. Drooping amaranths practically laid trailing to the floor on said pillars; yellow poppies and a plethora of celadines gently placed on top of the fuchsia flowers. A wistful expression plastered itself on Kujo's face for, the celadines and poppies desperately reminded the boy of her golden tresses.

Yet, just then, someone's finger lightly met the smooth, alabaster surface of an organ key. The person held the note, letting a monotonous melody vibrate across the room.

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...Why does it hurt? Why can't I leave?...

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Conversations started to die down to complete and utter silence. Heads turned to face the collosal oak doors behind them. Ever so slowly, the polished cocoa wood parted way, allowing the bride to walk her way down the silent aisle.

Solemnly, the bride started the long journey to the other end of the chapel...alone. She trudged across the room, each step she took seemingly heavier and slower than the last...as if her ivory dress were weighing her down. Her hands, trapped inside cream gloves, started to tremble; the gorses, forget-me-nots, dahlias, and coral primroses starting to shed their petals due to her unconscious shaking. Strands of her amber locks (evident beneath her nearly translucent veil) started to fly astray as she started to frantically search for someone. For a second, her emerald orbs met his...then continued to search for that one individual among the crowd of people. Then, as if giving up hope, her shoulders fell, a bitter sigh escaping her lips.

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...Why is she so sad?...

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Kujo started to shudder, fighting the urge to go up and comfort her.

Yet, just as he made the decision to do so, the bride made it to the altar, her dainty hands engulfed by the groom's rough grasp. Kujo could only sorrowfully stare at the two as the priest cleared his throat and proceeded to join the two in holy matrimony.

Upset, the boy attempted to drown out the noise with his own thoughts but, still, each word from the priest broke through whatever barrier Kujo had created, sending a wave of pain word by word; a flood of grief sentence by sentence; a tsunami of anguish paragraph by paragraph.

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...Please...stop...

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The priest, continuing to drone on, ignored Kujo's silent pleas. Agitated, Kujo's hands started to pinch and grope his pants-scratching and starting to burn the skin on Kujo's legs.

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...Stop...

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The collar on Kujo's blouse felt as if it were encircling his throat, strangling him.

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...Please...

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Panting, Kujo looked in front of him, only to see...see...Vi...ctorique looking at the stranger.

For a second, the world seemed to stop. He...had called her Victorique. Not Vikki. Not her. Not 'the bride'. Yes...Victorique...was Victorique.

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...Victorique...

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"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

It was selfish. It was a selfish of him. But he didn't care. He finally knew why he had risked his job to bring her a book; why he had snuck into the pantry for just one sweet; why his heart hurt every time he saw her with another.

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...Victorique...

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Firmly planting his feet on the floor, Kujo stood up, his voice resonating across the church. One by one, heads turned, looking for the source of the interruption. However, even as people glared at Kujo, he paid no mind. The realization he had currently made was too strong a thought for others to get in the way of his decision.

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"I object!"

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...Some sentences sound awkward.

Now, as promised, here are the reasons why I used the flowers that I did.


Aisle:

Amaranth-Eternal Love

Celandine-Joys to Come

Yellow Poppy-Wealth and Success


Bouquet:

Gorse-Love in All Seasons

Forget-Me-Not~True Love

Dahlia-Elegance and Dignity

Pale Pink Primrose-Eternal Love


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