Taruru felt immensely uncomfortable entering the large gates of the mansion, following after Karara as she skipped ahead and urged him to hurry up. She wanted to "break the news" to her father as quickly as possible in order to cancel the previous engagements with the last proposal.

Taruru wondered if her father would have possibly suspected what they were up to, or if he would be annoyed that she chose to "marry" someone who wasn't as wealthy or groomed to be passed on her father's estate to. Or something.

He also wondered if her father would refuse to let the wedding go on.

"Daddy!" Karara slammed open the doors, startling her father, who seemed to be in the middle of a phone call.

"Karara," he frowned, covering the speaker. "Can't this wait?"

"How long?"

Dobaba frowned in disapproval and rolled his eyes slightly. "I'll call you back in a moment. Yes, yes, I'm sorry." He sighed quietly and hung up the phone. "This better be important, Karara."

"This is!" the girl folded her arms triumphantly. "I'm not going to let you marry me off to Munene!"

Taruru inwardly winced. Munene? The guy was the head of a diamond company. One of the wealthiest men on Keron. How could he possibly compare to someone like that?

"Oh, not this again," Dobaba furrowed his brows. "We went through this, Karara. The wedding is going to go on whether you like it or n-"

"It's not, because I'm marrying Taruru!"

Dobaba's eyes widened. "Taruru." He leaned back against his chair and turned to look at the blue Keronian, who didn't know what to do so he just waved. "When..." The father slightly waved his hand back before looking back at his daughter. "When did this happen?"

"Oh, daddy, daddy," Karara made a long, dramatic sigh, "I've always been secretly in love with Taruru. Ever since we were children. I just didn't know it. And then today when he visited me, he was drunk and he asked me to marry him."

"Wait, I- what?"

"See, he doesn't even remember," she shook her head slightly as her father watched on in amusement. "But he revealed his true feelings to me there! So, I accepted it! Thus, I just cannot- I cannot, daddy- marry that other man."

"Okay."

"I- huh?" Karara stopped her over-dramatization of whatever weird speech she had in her head and snapped her eyes over to Dobaba. "Did- did you just say okay?"

"Of course," Dobaba said, shrugging. "I just wanted to marry you off. And young as he is, he still has quite a number of accomplishments, you know. First class private of the Garuru Platoon- you know he'll only begin to rank higher as he gets older. Plus, he'll last longer than some of the other potential husbands I suggested before. It works out." He stacked his papers neatly at the corner of his desk. "I'll already begin the arrangements for the wedding- you won't mind if it's a few days from now, right?- and cancel the last proposal from Munene."

"A few days?" A trickle of sweat appeared on Taruru's cheek. "Why so quickly?"

"So she doesn't change her mind. The sooner the better anyway."

Wow, what a great father.

"But... but doesn't it take a long time to plan a wedding out?" Karara asked him.

"Don't worry about it. I've already had it planned out since the first time I tried marrying you off."

"You're joking," Karara said flatly.

"You do tend to change your mind fairly quickly, sweetie," her father told her. He then looked at Taruru. "I trust you to take care of my little girl. You think you can do that?"

Taruru suddenly felt bad that he was lying to him about this whole charade. "Yeah, I think I can."

"Good." Dobaba picked up his phone again, before pausing and then looking at the "couple". "Where would you like your honeymoon?"

"Honeymoon?" Taruru and Karara repeated, blinking at him awkwardly.

"Yes, somewhere so that you two can..." Dobaba cleared his throat. "...Get comfortable with each other. You know, get used to living together."

"Ah." Taruru rubbed his arm, and then looked at the green Keronian. "Um. We don't have to have a honeymoon. Sir."

"Nonsense! You can't have a wedding without having a honeymoon!"

"How about a beach house, then?" Karara interrupted, just wanting to get this whole thing over with. "But only for a few days! So Taruru could go back to work in his platoon."

"Thinking of your husband's career?" Dobaba rose his brows. "I must say. This is the first time you ever acted on an unselfish whim, Karara."

Ouch. Taruru looked at Karara sympathetically, but she ignored him.

"Of course," she said, a tight smile on her lips. "Because I love Taruru. Right... honey?"

"R-right," the freckled Keronian said as he stiffly looped his arm around her.

"Stop touching me," Karara whispered.

Taruru pretended that was a stretch instead and pulled his arms back.

This was going to be such an awkward marriage.

"Karara hasn't come out to eat either?"

"No."

Taruru stepped inside the mansion after Chiroro. The servants were scrambled about, looking under furniture, peeking over the large curtains, reaching their hands inside large pots that could easily fit a small tadpole.

"Why is she hiding?"

"Dad yelled at her."

"Oh." Taruru was quiet for a moment. "...How long has she been gone?"

"Since last night."

"Aloha!" Chiroro said, flinging her (still attached) arm in the air in a salute. She had a large box of popcorn in her free hand, and offered some to Karara. "Hey Taruru! Want some?"

"No thanks," Taruru said with a small grin. "Not very hungry right now."

"Where have you been?" Karara demanded. "You missed out on a lot of stuff!"

"I got sidetracked!" the yellow Keronian grinned. "I can't tell you how, though. I've been sworn to secrecy-"

"Tororo," Taruru and Karara said unanimously.

"You didn't hear it from me, so he can't blame me." She gave them a toothy giggle and popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth.

"You know that one guy dad wanted me to marry?" Karara asked her sister casually, taking a piece of popcorn herself.

"Yeah?"

"Not happening anymore."

"How did you talk him out of it? He sounded pretty serious this mor-"

"I'm marrying Taruru instead."

Chiroro started choking. Taruru and Karara stared at her for a moment, watching her give herself CPR to dislodge the core out of her throat. She coughed and gasped for air. "Gee! Thanks for the help, guys."

'You were doing a pretty good job on your own," Taruru said with a small, apologetic smile.

"Don't change the subject!" Chiroro turned to Karara accusingly. "You're marryingTaruru? When did you two suddenly become an item? And why didn't you tell me?"

"First of all, we aren't an item," Karara corrected her. "It's only a huge elaborate setup to get dad to leave me alone."

"Typical, but ingenious, I'll give you that."

"Secondly, you were too busy swapping spit with Tororo to see what was going on, so you can't blame me there."

"I'm not denying that." Chiroro's lips curled to humorous grin that infectiously carried over to Taruru.

He definitely had something to blackmail Tororo with later.

"Oh!" Karara gazed at her sister. "We're going to have the wedding in a couple of days, so... do you want to be my maid of honor?"

"Sure!"

"You should start looking for a best man, Taruru," the green Keronian instructed her best-friend-turned-husband-to-be.

"I already have someone in mind." Taruru glanced at the clock. "Speaking of which, I should probably head over to my platoon to tell them what's going on."

"Don't tell them it's not real," Karara said seriously. "Just tell them what my dad knows; that we're getting married because we love each other."

"And because I was drunk at the time," Taruru added dryly. When Chiroro gave him a bewildered glance, he frowned. "Speaking of which, why did you say that? I wasn't drunk."

"It's to make my dad more sympathetic when we get a divorce," Karara shrugged. "Because you weren't exactly in your right state of mind when you asked me, he'll probably think it wasn't meant to be in the first place."

Taruru's face almost fell enough for the girls to notice. "...Ah."

"Hey guys!" the private called out, hopping inside the ship. Tororo was playing checkers with Zoruru, and from the looks of intense concentration from both their faces, Taruru was amused to see that they were locked in combat. Garuru was nearby with Pururu, going over some paperwork with her. They were the only ones who looked up in regards to the young soldier.

"Hello," Pururu said pleasantly. "How was your visit with your friend?"

"I'm getting married."

"What?" Tororo shot his head to Taruru, and Zoruru took this as an opportunity to sneak one of Tororo's pieces off the board.

"He's not serious," the cyborg said with a small roll of his eye.

"I am."

The certainty of his voice made Zoruru turn to look at Taruru, to which Tororo silently plucked a piece from off Zoruru's side.

"You're getting married?" Pururu repeated.

"Yeah, to Karara."

"When did this start happening?" Tororo asked him. With great dexterity Zoruru replaced one of his own pieces back on the board.

"Umm..." Taruru puckered his lips out and stretched his arms behind the back of his head. "An hour ago?"

"You're joking."

"No, I'm not."

"Is this a wise choice, Private?" Garuru asked finally.

"Of course," Taruru shrugged. "She needed to get married anyway, and who better to marry her than her best friend, you know?"

"I see," Garuru muttered. "Very well, then. Congratulations on your engagement, Private."

"Likewise," Pururu smiled sweetly. "When's the wedding?"

"Ehh, a few days from now?"

All of them stared at him at the exact same time.

"She has a tendency to change her mind?" Taruru added pathetically. "It was her dad's idea, not mine, okay?"

"Looks like someone's looking forward to the wedding night," Zoruru quipped.

"We're planning on just ordering pizza, staying up late and then watching a movie," Taruru said with a grin. "So, yeah, I guess you can say we're looking forward to the wedding night."

"Checkmate!" Zoruru and Tororo said in unison. They both looked at the board quizzically and then continued in angry sync, "Hey! No fair! Cheater!"

Taruru rolled his eyes good-naturedly and went over to his room to rest.

"Tororo? Will you be my best man?"

Tororo jumped, not expecting this at all. He turned around to face Taruru, who was standing at the edge of his door. The tadpole perked a brow. "What?"

"Well, I need a best man, and I don't have one yet, so do you wanna be it?"

"How formal," Tororo commented. He spun his body back to his laptop and stared at the screen. "Um... You seriously want me to be your best man?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Tororo glanced at his own reflection- he actually felt a little touched. "Um, sure... I didn't think I would be your first choice as a best man, but-"

"Oh you weren't the first choice!" the light blue frog assured him. "Master Tamama was the first choice, but he said he didn't want anything to do with me and hung up."

"Wait. I was your second choice then?" The touched-ness went away completely.

"Actually, I asked Zoruru second, but he told me he'd rather amputate the rest of his body instead, sooo..."

"Forget it!" Tororo growled, grumpily folding his arms. "I don't want to do it."

"You don't and I'll tell everyone about your make-out session with Chiroro earlier today~"

The salmon colored Keronian immediately faced him, pale. "I- we- n-no! That didn't happen!"

"Who do you think they're going to believe?" Taruru snickered. "Especially since that chocolate cake incident?"

Tororo grimaced. "You wouldn't dare sink that low."

"If it makes you feel better, Chiroro's going to be the maid of honor," Taruru sang, laughing. "You have to wear black. See ya!"

Tororo started to protest that he wasn't going to do it, but Taruru already left.

Author's Note: You may have noticed that I'm not trying too hard here XD If anything, this is more of a guilty pleasure kind of thing where I enjoy writing this too much and don't really care about word count or anything... I think I even got a few OOC moments. Yes, I'm horrible XD Oh, well. Until I get bored with it or until I finish it, enjoy c: