Two Hearts That Beat As One [Kanix's A-Rank Exam]

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Mashyuu

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I've decided that Mashyuu will be helping me with the exam; of course, I'll still need to get to 6,000 words on my own. The plotline of the exam starts out in a flashback, where Kanix overcomes her hatred for men and explains her past to Mashyuu, developing their relationship more. All of this leads up to present day, where Kanix is standing in front of a mirror, finishing getting ready for her wedding before walking down the aisle to say her vows. Enjoy.

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Kanix felt a sigh of relief wash over her and she leaned back against Mashyuu, enjoying the warmth of his arms wrapped around her. All of her life, she had never really liked her past and quite a few times, she wished she could have remained amnesiatic over it. She didn’t like thinking of all the things that had been done to her in the past, she didn’t like the rough grip of the men or the harsh words they told her. A lot of the times, she shut down during the day because an old memory of her past resurfaced from something someone had said or done. More often than not, the members of her guild could find her crippled on the floor, in tears and curled up in a ball so much unlike herself. It was that reason alone why she locked herself away in Heero’s old office, organizing the unused papers and keeping everything tidy in hope the former Guild Master would return. In a way, Heero had become her safety blanket, kept all of the bad memories from resurfacing because he gave her the hope of making all of the bad wash away.

She wiped away tears that threatened to fall too far down her cheeks, sniffling a little and keeping quiet for the rest of the time. It wasn’t because she was sad that she was crying, she was crying because an overwhelming amount of relief had filled her body. Everyday, she had carried the burden of her past, never telling anyone exactly who she was or why she did the things she did. Her past was a mystery to everyone around simply because she was too terrified to tell them what had gone on and what had made her who she was. Of all the people in the world that she could have told her past to, she had chosen Mashyuu as the first person to outright tell. Heero did not know her past, Jaeger did not know her past, Frey did not know her past, even Famine and Sol didn’t know who she truly was. Many times, she thought to herself, “what if she changed? what if she became a better person than who she was now? would all of the bad go away?”

The Guild Master had believed herself to never become as good as she was now, that she would have always been a dark mage. However, her entire life had been changed the moment that Heero stepped into her life, and even more when she had first encountered Mashyuu and all the times after. Kanix rest her head on Mashyuu’s shoulder, her blind gaze looking out at the silent streets while the rest of the village grieved over the loss of their people. Today, dozens had died, today, mothers would grieve over the loss of their husbands and children or vice versa, children would be orphaned, parents without children. . . She bit her lip and turned her head slightly in the direction of the stage that once held the bodies of Beanstalk and his Peapods. The stage began to creak and groan from immense pressure, the woodwork bending in on itself like an exploding beer barrel. However, just as the pressure of the stage started to become too much for the structure, it stopped when Mashyuu had moved Kanix off of him and slid down to his knees.


A cold sphere was placed into her hand and rolling it through her fingers ever so slightly, the woman came to recognize it was her makeshift eye. Mashyuu pushed her hand with the eye toward her face and quietly, Kanix pressed the eye gently into the empty socket of her right eye. She blinked and slowly, the world came back into focus, letting her see the dreary landscape of the saddened day that many died. Her blue orbs wandered down to where Mashyuu was kneeling, keeping herself poised and unmoving as the young male spoke to her. Kanix smiled slightly, glad to know that her sharing her past with him was something that he would not turn and run away from. He didn’t care for her past at all and perhaps, that was a sign to her that she shouldn’t care about her past anymore as well. After all, the past was the past, it helped shape and define who she was, but it was the present and future that would continue to make who she was.

Red dusted her cheeks, her gaze watching him as she listened to his words continue into explaining how she had made him such a happy man. Honestly, she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry a little at those words because she had been told those words thousands of times before. All times had been when she had been with another man, who said that her body had made him the happiest man in the world. Kanix bit her lip harder and curled her fingers into a fist, though her actions were quickly relaxed when his words came to an end. Silence accompanied the words of her lover, awestruck by what Mashyuu had said to her even though she had already told him yes. Her gaze dropped to her hands and she played with her fingers a bit, fighting back tears of happiness that now threatened to make her look sad. Slowly, the woman nodded her head and smiled, droplets of tears spilling down her cheeks as she slid down to his eye level.

Reaching forward, Kanix wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, holding him there and giggling slightly from the amount of happiness she felt. Even if she had already told him yes, even if her reaction may have been overreacted for such a thing that had technically already happened, it was all genuine. Pulling away, Kanix looking him in the eyes and kissed him passionately, holding his face there and softly between her hands. When she pulled back again, a bright smile graced her lips and she breathed in deeply, sighing as she stood back to her feet. “Yes, I’ll marry you a thousand times over if you really wanted me to,” she giggled, the red still brilliant against the snow-pale skin. Despite having lived in Tetsukazu for many years now, the woman still held the pale complexion that she had always had. It made for reading her emotions a lot easier than she wanted, even now the bright red across her cheeks was the most visible thing on her.

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Kanix breathed in deeply and let her gaze drop to the blue sapphire ring that graced her right hand’s ring finger since Mashyuu’s and her last job. She fiddled with it for a moment, twirling it around her finger in a circle so that the sapphire disappeared to the palm of her hand and reappeared again. Her teeth chewed at her bottom lip from nervousness, causing a small portion of it to sprout red with blood from having bitten it too hard. Lipstick now caked a little bit of her white teeth, ruining the makeup her bridesmaids had so graciously done for her. Drawn back to the present was an odd feeling, as if the memory she had relived had only happened a few moments ago to her. It was all very hard for her to believe; perhaps, that was the reason why the memory felt like it was so unreal to her? None of it was because she had thought it only happened moments ago, but because she had never envisioned herself at this moment in time.

Lifting her gaze slowly from the Sky Ring on her finger, the woman glanced at herself in the body mirror that she stood in front of. Her bridesmaids were wandering around the room frantically, gathering up what they could to prepare her for her walk down the aisle. Yet, she watched all of it through the mirror in slow motion, her figure blocking a majority of the actions of the other women. Cornflower-blue eyes studied each woman individually as they meandered around the room in an attempt to complete her wedding outfit for the ceremony. They had all been very kind to her, but a small part of her wished that she could have held the wedding back in the forest of Tetsukazu. Fairy Tail would have rejoiced at the coming a new age, a dawn of an era that had since passed of a guild abandoned for their misdeeds. Here they were, though, standing in the small village of Hunting Village, getting ready to be abruptly married to each other.

Her eyes drifted to herself next, staring at how short she was compared to the rest of the women, even when they were not all in heels. She had rightfully chosen to go barefoot, something that she was familiar with and wouldn’t be overwhelmed by from all of what was going on around her. It was a comfort to her to have some aspect of herself the same, rather than staring back at this estranged woman in the mirror. A plastic optic gazed over the rest of herself, the hazy orb on the left remaining stagnated in its place as she looked herself over. Despite how hard her bridesmaids had tried to tame the mane that was her black hair, the excessive amount of hair barely budged from its place. Curls shrouded a majority of her features and caressed the sleek figure that was exposed by a flame-designed wedding gown. Kanix had to have her hair constantly wetted down if she expected it to remain straight and when dried it became what looked an afro.

The gown was far from ordinary, crafted from the finest of silks that the seamstresses of Hunting Village could find and in the most elegant of colors. While a majority of the gown was entirely made of silken fabric, the chest of the dress was made from a hard, bone-like material. This material had been hand painted to the colors of a flame and accentuated by a golden clip at the very center that attached the skirt to the rest of the dress. It came up and around her neck in a halter top, tied with a coarse string that didn’t bother her thick skin in the least bit, but was rough-feeling like rope. Attached to the bottom of the clip was the skirt of the gown, flowing like a ball gown, with her stomach precisely covered by a sheer, golden fabric. Wrapping around her waist, the fabric would come down to her hips before it spilled outward like a cape and dragged along the ground. Underneath this sheer fabric was the rest of the skirt, a deeper red-orange compared to the rest of the dress, that matched the chest, but had a slight addition of sparkles to it.

Every wedding gown was not complete without a mild amount of jewellery to help the bride stand out against the rest of her bridesmaids. Around her neck an Egyptian-like necklace clasped tightly against the appendage and lay gracefully along her expose shoulders. It had beads dangling on short strings from its edges and was crosshatched at its base, extending up into band-like chokers around her neck. Beautiful, spiderweb-like earrings dangled from her ears; a small, golden chain, attached to the left side and crossing over her left cheek to connect to a large loop that was pierced through her nose. Wristbands of similar making like her necklace strapped onto her wrists a quarter of the way up her forearm before stopping completely. A large, metallic-like band settled comfortably on her waist, holding the fabric in place so it did not slip or tear as easily as it may have without it. This was the entirety of the bride’s outfit, who looked too terrified to step out of the makeshift room to greet her future husband outdoors.

“Hey. . . hey, hey, hey! Don’t be crying now, you’ll mess your makeup and we really can’t afford you being late to your own wedding!” one of her bridesmaids called to her. The woman rushed over to Kanix and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, looking her carefully in the eye and silently wiping tears off her cheeks. “What’s got you crying, Love? Don’t tell me you don’t want to go through with this. . . because this is your big day, something you’ve been waiting for your entire life!”

“It’s not that, Alawa,” Kanix responded to her, lifting a hand and wiping away the tears of blood and salt with a single wrist. “I am scared that all of this that is currently happening is simply too good to be true; that Mashyuu will turn away from me. My mind is too muddled to see his intentions clearly, but I keep thinking to myself that I have no reason to worry about him. He told me I had made him the happiest man in the world and that he wanted to marry me. It’s silly, I shouldn’t be thinking such negative thoughts.”

She chuckled and squeezed Kanix’s shoulder, ushering her over to a vanity and setting her down to fix the bride’s makeup up. “Everyone gets like that on their wedding day; they think of all the bad things that could happen instead of appreciating everything for what it is. You are a beautiful, wonderful, young lady that any man would die for, don’t get your hopes and dreams crushed by bad thoughts. If he loves you as much as you say he does, then you have no reason to fear that he will turn away from you and leave you in the dust. Love is a finicky mistress, understand this, my child, but when love comes to greet two who are meant for each other, she will not leave.” The woman leaned down and kissed Kanix’s forehead in a loving manner, then brushed up her makeup and stood her back to her feet. “There is a handsome, young man out there, waiting for you; do not ruin your chance at eternal happiness because of some silly thoughts.”

Kanix breathed a sigh of relief and pursed her lips a little, nodding her head in response to Alawa, then stalking over to the mirror again. Her stiffened stature relaxed a bit as she glanced back in the mirror, her pursed lips flexing into a genuine smile as she looked herself over again. Slender hands dusted over the dress carefully and she twirled a bit to get a full view of what the wedding gown looked like on her. Considering the dress was not a traditional white color like most modern wedding gowns were, Kanix had a small thought in the back of her head that this wasn’t a wedding at all. However, Alawa had been nice to her and spoiled the little surprise that Mashyuu had set up for her, giving away that he had planned this wedding. It was a sweet gesture on his part and while it had been rather quick after their engagement, Kanix felt that she was ready to marry him.

Not all men were bad people, some had simply fallen of the path of redemption and it would be her that would lead them back to that path. She shouldn’t have to be afraid of their misdeeds anymore, she was a much stronger person than she was making herself out to be. That terrified, little girl wasn’t who she was now; she could proudly say that she was a grown woman leading her own guild. Heero had entrusted the guild to her before his passing, she could no longer claim that men were simply out to get what they wanted. If they had been, Fairy Tail would not be in her hands and Mashyuu would not be out there, waiting to claim her as his own for the rest of their lives. The very idea that a man could love her so genuinely as she loved the world made her smile burst wider and hurt her face. It made her heart flutter and beat faster than natural, overwhelming her and getting her more excited for what was to come.

“Oh, Alawa, I love him so much!” the woman stated, turning toward the woman again as the bridesmaid began to line up and hustle her out. Within her jewelled hands now held a bouquet of flowers, perennials of various kinds that had wonderful scents that filled the air. Kanix’s gaze wandered over the landscape that was bore in front of her, a magnificently decorated village center in celebration of her marriage to Mashyuu. Today, two people would become one, their hearts beating together in unison and their souls a single thought from two. It did not matter what guild either of them came from; a guild was merely a title and love did not know things such as title. As an old proverb once said, there is a red string that connects those who were destined to meet, a thread that could tangle and never break. This was the string that connected Mashyuu and her, and for as long as they lived, that thread would never break from any amount of pressure.

Around them, the center of the village was decorated in all kinds of items and trinkets that symbolized vitality, youth, happiness, wealth, and so much more. From the small skull of an animal that meant so much to her people, to little bracelets and bone items that symbolized various things. Laid out in front of her was a “carpet” of petals that extended from the building she stood at the door of, down through the plaza and to a fountain. There at the fountain stood her lover and future husband, Mashyuu, along with her beloved adoptive father and elder of the tribe. Two of her bridesmaids came up to her sides and in unison, the duo picked up the sheer fabric of her veil and pulled it over her head. Her face became enshrouded by the thin fabric, though it was still a little noticeable beneath the mesh that now concealed it from Mashyuu. Kanix still beamed with a surmount of happiness, watching as one-by-one, her bridesmaids lined up in front of her began walking down the petaled aisle.

When her bridesmaids had gone far enough that they were near to where they lined up along where pews would have been in a church, she took a step off the porch of the building. Her bare feet touched the petals of the flowers that covered the ground and pulled her along the path that would bring her to her lover. The petals danced around her from the makeshift wind that she created with her movements, flowing around her like a fairy tale scene. Kanix clasped the bouquet of flowers tightly in her hand, trying to hide the nervousness that made her heart flutter and skip beats. Before long, the woman came to the fountain that gushed clear, pure water in her presence, and which had her father and lover standing in front of her. Slowly, Kanix turned to face Mashyuu, lifting her head slightly so that she was able to get a full view of his features she loved so much. From there, he reached forward and lifted the veil to reveal her face and the elder of the tribe would summon the tribes people to gather and begin the ceremony...

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