A Fated Awakening
The wedding was over; Chopper had a wedding date who pushed his wheelchair, headed to the reception. Everyone was chatting and laughing. Everyone was happy.
Kurapika had his arm around his beloved’s waist, Leorio’s waist cinched in the form-fitting dress. The pair were the first to open the door to the venue.
The couple stopped with a gasp. The crowd behind them started to mutter impatiently.
“Get a move on!” Sanji yelled. “These beautiful women don’t deserve to be held up!”
Kurapika held his tall boi closer, protective over his wife.
The Oxbridge students slid closer to the front of the crowd, looking over their shoulders.
“Is that…”
Yasopp, who had lost Usopp’s funeral invitation ‘in the post’, held Chopper up, his hands on Chopper’s hips, holding him high enough so he could see everything.
“Pokkle!” Shu moaned, crying out in anguish as he got wet, water breaking, knees buckling.
Multiple people started to sob. Everyone loved Pokkle. Even Yasopp was seen wiping a tear away. Pokkle, star student in Oxbridge, award-winning chef, all-around good guy. The most loved. Kenji screamed in terror. Ranpo shook. Perhaps not even Smarties or praise would fix this. Fukuzawa put his arm around Ranpo and held him close; Killua fainted in shock. Kunikida jumped out the window – “Not today, Satan!”
Pokkle was strung from the artistic wooden beams crossing over the ceiling. Blood was still warm, dripping from his limp body; he was only recognisable because he had his purple hat on – his skin was pulled back to reveal red, pulsing flesh, his body maimed and mutilated. Kurapika held his sobbing bride closer. Pokkle’s body twitched in death, a pile of his skinned skin on the floor under his feet.
Dazai gripped Shu’s elbow, trying to keep him from collapsing. “His water can’t break now!” Dazai shouted. “It’s premature – what about Atsushi?”
Tamaki came up to his close friend, looking at the pale Shu (blushing), “Keep your legs crossed, Shu – one more day, just one more day!”