PokèDruids [PkmnWattys2016]

...But it Wasn't

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Eh, it's midnight. Have another chapter.
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"Then let us bind you two eternally, through soul and spirit, so that you may be bound to one another, and rejoice in the eternal metronome of love and marriage, bringing joy to one another as you watch the other in an everlasting embrace. And, with this bond, you will watch over this country, guided and protected by Arceus, granted your hearts lead you true. And, as a community of cooperative partners, and two who share the heart for one another, I bless you..."

As these mystical words were uttered from the Mawile, who chanted with a voice that rung louder than life yet carried a light tune, enchanted by the greatest of mystical and divine powers, a kind of light radiated from the two Pokemon, which could only be seen by the two. The Cubone, quivering once more and muttering in an ominous, quivering voice, saw an ever-radiant life and light in Sicily, which was nearly blinding in every facet that which good and divine could be. It was a pure power, one which only the Cubone knew, one he envied and could only ever hope to attain. Even its radiance, however, failed to make him feel the slightest bit of malice of any sorts. He was simply happy that he saw this.

What Sicily saw, however, was much different, something which rang of a much different tune... The light in the Cubone was familiar in a way, but faint. It was a kind of light, not unlike hers, which she could easily feel. It was a good kind of light, but muddled and dim. It radiated not far, but was bright to a much lesser extent. As does a face tell a story, the energy spoke of a past where it lied seeded in a bed of darkness, from a seed of true evil, touched by a hand of chaos... Some kind of ominous message came from this light, as it sat surrounded in a fate not intended for it. Who was this Pokemon...?

Then, the lights started to fade. Whatever vision had closed off the world, showing insight to the nature of the two, had been subdued by some other force. Now, the focus was brought to the Mawile, who stood with a wide grin across its face. "Now tell me, dearest Sicily, do you accept this Cubone, Dssuu, as your spiritually significant other?"

Sicily sighed. "Yes."

"And Dssuu, do you take this Flygon, Sicily, to be your spiritually significant other?"

"Nope."

"Then let us commence the- Let us commence the- eh?" The Mawile ended its gaze upwards, now staring at the Cubone, much like the rest of the room. Whispering and pointing plagued every occupant, all directed to the Cubone. "Tell me, young lad, what did you say?" The Mawile refused to end his cheery tone of voice, still ringing with some kind of power.

"Most certainly. I said, and I quote, 'Nope'."

"... Lad, for what reason do you say no?" The Mawile was clearly troubled by this, giving a confused, worried frown at the bonehead.

"Oh, that's a good question." The Cubone looked up with a satirical look, almost as if the intensity of the situation hasn't fazed him at all. "I'll pass the question."

"Pardon me?"

"Can I pass that one too?"

"What..." The Mawile looked around, trying to understand what was going on. "Are you not the groom?"

"I am."

"And are you not the bride?" The Mawile looked to Sicily.

"That is correct?" Sicily sounded unsure.

"Then... Why did you say no?"

The room became quiet again, begging for an answer with their silence. The Cubone looked around, a tad worried, but sucked up his nervousness and continued, "Because, Mawile, t-there is a-another. A-and that other is..." Then, looking around the room, he spotted a Nidoqueen, standing dazed, and said, "A Nidoqueen. N-named Ara-gara... Whatever."