9 Kidnapping the Spouse

"Yeah, funny... listen..." continued the young one armed man after giving a long nasty look to the girl before him. Screaming that loud a stupid joke like that? On the day of his wedding? If she wasn't the one that helped him organize it in the first place, he would definitely stop talking to her forever.

"Can you count to ten?" excitedly asked the girl, grabbing his arm tightly that he felt her fingernail penetrate his skin.

Prometheus furrowed his brows, and he began to suspect that this "count to ten" thing was another of the crazy marriage tradition of the Mora Village.

"Of course... of course I can count to ten...what the fuck" answered the young man without thinking. The woman seemed to almost explode with delight at his answer, her fingernails going even deeper inside his skin. The pain was so high that Prometheus couldn't help himself and gave a shrill scream.

"Are you crazy?" exclaimed the youth moving away his arm and distancing himself a bit from the red haired woman that grabbed him so tightly that her nails punctured his skin.

"This is amazing" said girl, tears of joy filling her eyes.

He moved towards her his only arm and and showed her the blood that was now filling the small injuries that her fingernail had left on his flesh.

"What is so amazing about this? Are you insane" he roared, getting more and more angry at the strange behavior of the girl.

"You can make conversation, and you can feel pain!" continued the young woman her face radiant. She put a hand onto her chest and immediately after she began to cry and laugh, large tears of happiness pouring down her cheeks. "I'm free" she murmured to herself, almost in disbelief.

Abruptly, her smile transformed into a confident expression."Ok, I'm not doing it anymore!" she exclaimed loudly, putting her hand on her hips and pushing her chin toward the ceiling. "This girl has changed her mind! I won't do it! Understood?" she then started to laugh loudly.

'What the fuck is happening to this girl?'

Prometheus started thinking that maybe she was having some sort of burnout seeing her best friend getting married. He looked around, trying to find any other sympathetic gaze from anyone. He needed some help to stop the overexcited girl from ruining his marriage. This is too much important for him to let the red haired crazed youth ruin it.

He scanned with his eyes the area around him, and realized that everyone was looking at them. Which should be normal: Syndra's behavior was incredibly strange and loud. Yet the looks that they gave them and the strange atmosphere that he felt in the tent, made Prometheus sense that something wasn't quite right.

Then he realized something: the people in the tent weren't looking at them. They were looking at him. Most of them looked confused, then there were some people that looked amused and finally there was a very small group of people that were visibly fuming in anger.

The latter were made of the red bearded man that was very rude to him at the entrance, the fat woman that brought him there and the black haired youth that spoke with him in the blacksmith's house.

Finally, the red bearded man raised his voice and slammed his hand on the large table before him. His flaming beard swing under his abrupt movement and his thick brows knitted themselves in a severe expression of disapproval and anger.

"Dammit Syndra! Stop your nonsense right now! You promised that you won't disgrace us if they allowed you to keep caring for the simpleton!" he screamed.

'Wait what?' Prometheus eyes widened. Simpleton? Plus, why the old fogey was pointing at him while giving his little monologue?

"Syndra, my daughter... Darius has been incredibly kind to you, why are you humiliating us in his most happy day?" timed in with an unsatisfied tone the large middle aged brunette that brought Prometheus to the tent. Near her, a young black haired youth had an extremely tense expression on his face while he was looking at Prometheus with his hand clenched around a glass of red wine.

'Her wedding? Wait what the hell is going on?' thought Prometheus, lost. He looked back at the red haired woman with a stunned expression.

"Are you sure that you feel fine?" she asked him, completely ignoring the two people that had just talk to her.

"Yeah, I feel pretty well... except for my arm, obviously " said Prometheus. Looking at his missing arm. He coudn't believe that he had such a bad luck, transmigrating into such a shitty body.

"What is the last thing you remember?" asked suddenly the red haired girl, with a strange expression on her face.

"I was waiting for you to go and speak with the old hag, why? Didn't you make it?" he answered scratching his head. 'Why she's asking me that...' he felt pretty confused about what was happening. It was almost as the people around him treated him like an infant.

'... like a child?' a very uncomfortable idea flashed in his mind. "Oh fuck" the more he thought of it, the more that particular idea made sense. Yet, there was only a way to know if it was anywhere true.

'System!' he carefully called out in his mind.

[Matrix FYD003201 active, waiting for instruction]

After a moment of hesitation spent looking at the hovering interface that had popped in front of his face, he finally tested if the idea that he had to see if it held any truth to it.

'... how much time has passed since I woke up?' he simply asked.

[1 hour and 16 minutes] answered the strange sounding system.

'No, moron, how many since I woke up in this body'

[325 days, 3 hours and 16 minutes] revealed with precision the voice in his head. A new window popped up in existence, showing a real-time count of the period that he had asked information about, precise to the seconds.

Prometheus felt a cold sensation of fear run down his spine while he watched the interference. It already happened? How it was possible? The moment when he thought that he had solved that problem seemed almost less than a few hours ago.

The fear continued for a couple of seconds, then he had another little realization: 'Wait, I survived!'. He almost coudn't believe his luck. He did survive!

"HAHAHAHAHAHA, I survived!" he loudly laughed the one harmed man, ignoring all the looks that he was getting.

He didn't get how he did it, but it seemed that lady luck was on his side this time. Even if something had evidently gone wrong he still managed to survive and that was what it mattered.

"Wait, if I survived, then why I'm marrying?" he asked the youth as his smile died down when he realized that there was still something weird about the situation that he was in.

"What are you talking about Sif? This is my marriage!" exclaimed the red haired girl newt to him, shocking the already confused Prometheus.

"Well it makes more sense now... Ah, sister Syndra, congratulations! Did you finally manage to get that girl from the neighboring village to accept your love?" Prometheus still felt that there were some things that he didn't understand, but he was too much exited by the fact that he had survived the time-skip to bother with those details.

"No, that stupid girl died raped and beaten to death a bunch of mercenaries that she run off with..." she said the red haired girl, her face suddenly loosing her radiant smile.

"Oh... that's not good" realizing that his words weren't that comforting, the one armed youth tried to think of something else. "I'm sure that this girl you chose for the marriage is as sexy as her" he nodded with a serious expression on his face.

'No that's as bad as the first one... what's wrong with me... three life times and still as awkward as people could be'

A sudden loud sound of caked glass attracted his attention to the little group of furious people: the black haired dude had literally broken his glass of wine, harming himself with plenty of sharp sharps.

"Phhh, to think that I got almost married to that moron!" said Syndra, a flash of anger appearing in her eyes.

"Ah, you fina..." started Prometheus, but then looking at the threatening glint in the girl's eye he stopped halfway through his phrase. "... I mean, you changed to boys? That's cool I guess..."

"Bitch, I did it to help you! I couldn't take care of you alone, and Darius's mother said that she could take care of you if I married her stupid ugly son" she explained.

Prometheus felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard what the girl said. She cared for him while he was a retard? That meant that she was the reason why he survived! Maybe he had someone who loved him in this third life of his after all.

"That's... thank you" the one harmed youth didn't find the words to express how much he felt in debt in that moment.

"Oh don't worry. We are basically family" she said smiling. Prometheus felt even more touched. He hugged the red haired girl, prompting plenty of whispering from the people in the tent. What was happening? The spouse started screaming that she wouldn't do it anymore and now the groom's best man was hugging her closely?

"Eh, you better help me out now... to save you I almost got married to that stupid ugly ass bitch over there" then she pointed at the black haired youth next to the robust woman.

"Damn, Syndra be more considerate! maybe he's stupid, but he doesn't seem ugly to me... and it's not a polite pointing at people..." said Prometheus, looking at the black haired youth and giving him a nod. He knew the how hard the pain of refusal could be, so he felt bad for the poor guy.

"Look at him! No perky tits, no nice ass... what's supposed to be beautiful in that thing?" she shamelessly exclaimed the red haired girl, checking out the now trembling black haired youth with a gaze full of disdain.

"Disgraceful slut!" roared the red bearded man, flipping the table before him and starting to move towards the two friends.

Syndra didn't wait for the man to reach them to start to move. She grabbed Prometheus with a hand, and started running towards the side of the tent.

"See you retards!" she screamed loudly, as a large hunting knife appeared in her hands taken from under her cloths. She cut the white wall that stood before her, and bringing Prometheus along she started running crazily towards the outskirt of the village.

"Oh, look! Crazy Sif is kidnapping the spouse!" screamed an old woman near the section of the tent that had been cut by the red haired girl.

Prometheus heard the loud scream and almost tripped face first to the ground: he was the one kidnapping her? What the hell was wrong with these people, were they blind?