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Roulette couldn't believe it. She was getting forced to marry Erik Wiler. One of the people she hated with all of her being. She had a LONG list of people she hated, and he was number 1. Now she was seeing him again, after 3 years. She sighed and leaned her head on her head. She was in Petroplis grandhall, the future sight of her wedding.They were here for wedding rehersal. Pixlez patted her back, trying to comfort her. "Mabye it won't be....SO bad...." Roulette glared and Pixlez shrunk back. "Sorry...."
"Miss.Ivanov. Mr.Wiler has arrived." Roulette stood up and glared as he walked through the doors. He was tall and muscular. He had well kept grayish hair and a cirlce of gray around his eye, printed of his fur. He wore a green sweatvest and dark green dress pants. He smiled smugly at her. "Ah. Roulette Ivanov. It's been far too long." He took her hand and kissed it, making Roulette scowl and glare. "It will be an honar takeing you as my bride....Though...we need to make a few changes." He clapped his hands and a group pf maids surrounded them. Roulette flinched. "What?!" Erik looked her up and down then sighed. "Take off that awful eye patch, get her into some proper clothing, and see if you can do anything about her hideious hair color." Roulette glared daggers. "Excuse me?!"
Erik smiled. "Oh come now dear, you must agree that you look awful like this. You looked better as a blonde." Roulette screamed a long string of loud russian curses as the maids dragged her out. Pixlez's ears drooped as she watched her friends being dragged out. She turned to Eric was narrowed eyes. "I think she lookes fine. But you should do something about that horrible and gross looking thing on your....Oh wait. That's just your face." She smirked and walked away as Erik looked at her jaw dropped. "How rude!"
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Roulette glared at her reflection. They put a blonde wig on her head, blue eye contacts, and a short blue dress. They couldn't do anything about her ear, so they left it the way it is. Roulette looked her self up and down and cleanched her fists. She felt like she was going to cry. She was going to get married to a jerk that didn't think she was beautiful unless she dressed as an interily diffrent person. But that wasn't the worst part. She wasn't going to be able to see Baddog.Roulette sighed depressingly and sat on a chair, shoulders drooped. "Oh Baddog...why did this happen...." She sat in silence then practically fell out of her chair as she hard a loud thump. Roulette turned to the window and smiled brightly as she saw Baddog, face first on the floor from falling through the window. "Baddog!!" She ran over and helped him up.
Baddog rubbed his head and stared when he saw Roulette. Roulette sighed. "He finds my normal look unattractive. So he's making me wear this." She pulled off the wig and threw it on the floor. Baddog scwoled at the mention of Erik. Roulette sighed. "I don't want to marry him either...But it's the law...I don't know what to do..." Roulette hugged Baddog tightly. "I hate this..." He hugged her back, scolwing at the thought of Roulette having to marry this guy. Who was he to say that she wasn't beautiful?! He loved the way she looked! She wasn't a girly girl. She wasn't prissy and she could fight better than anyone! he loved who she was. And he hated this guy for not seeing how amazing she truly was.
"Roulette! It's time to reherse!" Erik called from the other side of the door. Roulette glared at the door then turned to Baddog. "You have to go." Baddog sighed but nodded. Roulette looked up at him with sad eyes. "Now matter what happends....I love you." roulette leaned her head up and kissed him. "Roulette!!" Roulette pulled back and sighed. "Hurry." Baddog looked at her sadly and quickly kissed her cheek before letting go of her and climbing out of the window he came from. Roulette watched him leave then grabbed her wig from the floor and put it back on her head.
This couldn't get worse.

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They had spent the last hour rehersing and Roulette stood there scowling as they practiced the echnaging of the rings. Erik took her hand and gently placed the ring on her finger and Roulette glared. "Your turn." He smiled smugly at her and gestured to the ring being held out to her. She rolled her eyes at him and took the ring. Erik held out his hand and Roulette grabbed it roughly and shoved it onto his finger as hard as she could. "Ow!" She smirked. Erik narrowed his eyes at her, which only made Roulette smirk more. "Roulette...I nned to have a aword with you...alone." Everyone quickly scrambled out of the room at the sound of his seriosuness, leaving Roulette and Erik alone.

Roulette crossed her arms and glared. "What is it, Darling?" She smirked, venom dripping from her voice. Excecially from the word "Darling". Erik pulled off his ring then placed it on the pillow holder. "I realize you don't like me very much, but you don't have a choice in this situation. Your marrying me tomorrow afternoon, wheather you like it or not.That is....Unless you want you and your brothers to go to jail." Roulette growled, brining the smug grin back on Erik's face. "Oh, and Roulette, dear?" He tapped her cheek, .

"Smile. I want a happy blushing bride."

~~~

The wedding was this afternoon.

Everyone was getting dressed up in their best clothes, setting up decorations and wraping last minute wedding gifts. And though she was invited, Pixlez hadn't been getting ready. Her and Baddog were looking over the contract for what had to be the thousanth time, looking for anything that could stop this.
"This cintract is iron clad! I can't find one loophole! Not even a gramatic error!" She sighed, leaned her face on her hand in frustration. Baddog kept looking over the page, eyes running over the lines over and over. He practically knew the thing by memory!

"So basiclly, Roulette has to marry Erik when she comes of proper age, and can't deny any requests during the ceromony....What am I missing?!" Pixlez banged her head o the table and Baddog kept reading it over. What were they going to do?!

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Roulette looked at herself in the mirrior. She had a beautiful wedding gown on and a long veil that coverd the blonde wing and hid the blue eye contacts that she was forced to wear.She clenched her fists in anger and scowled. Ivan, who had flown in from Russia for the wedding with her other brothers, placed a hand on her shoulder. "We know this isn't want you wanted...But we don't know what to do..." Roulette sighed."Da. I know....Let's just get this over with." Roulette turned and walked out of her dressing room.

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Baddog slammed his head against the table. Roulette could be getting married any second now! What acould he do?!....wait. baddog looked over the sheet for what had to be the 5 millionth time then smiled brightly and rushed over to Pixlez and shoved the paper in her face. Pixlez flinched. "W-What?! Did you find something?" She took the paper and Baddog pointed to the spot he wanted her to read. "....This document was sighed in Moscow , Russia. 1998." She blinked. "This wasn't singed in America.....This contract isn't legal here!!!!" She jumped up and smiled brightly. "Roulette doesn't have to marry him!!!!"

Baddog was already running. he had to get there in time! he ran as fast as he could, pushinf people out of the way and flying down streets.

'I'm coming Roulette!!!'

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Roulette slowly walked down the aile, her brother holding her arm, getting ready to give her away. Friends and family watched with smiles, not knowing the truth of the sitaution. Roulette glared and Erik took her hand and lead her infront of the preist. He smiled and mumbled to her. "You look beautiful" She glared in response. "Stuff it." He rolled his eyes and just looked forward to the preist.

"Dearly beloved. We are gatherd here today to unite Erik Wiler, and Roulette Ivanov in holy matromony. If anyone thinks that these two should not be wedd, speak now, or forever hold your peace." The room was quiet.Now one said a word. Roulette's heart sank. This was it. She was going to have to marry a stuck up, rich snob. She would have to leave Baddog. That final though made her heart shatter.

"Well." The preist smiled. "I-" SLAM!!! everyone turned in shock as baddog slammed open the doors of the hall and marche up the ile.Erik glared. "What do you think you-?!" Baddog turned to him and glared daggers, growled, then pull back his fist and punched him strait in the face, causing him to fall and the whole room to gasp. Roulette shook of the shock then smiled.

"I can explain!!!!" Pixlez flew in at full speed, holding the contract. "This document stating that Roulette had to marry Erik, was inged in Russia!! It's not valid in America!! She doesn't have to marry him!" Erik sat up from his place on the floor, stars swirling around his head. baddog kicked him down again and Roulette smiled brightly. " I don't?" Roulette ripped the bottom off her large fancy dress and threw it at the passed out Erik. "Something to remeber me by." She smirked and turned to Baddog. "Let's get out of here." Baddog smiled brightly and picked her up bridal style. He kicked Erik once more and snickered thean ran out of the grand hall with Roulette. Leavinf the whole room in shock and dead silence, except Roulette's brothers who were celebrating.

Baddog ran with Roulette until they reached her home. he walked up to the front step then gently placed her down. Roulette looked up at him. "...This may be offensive to a villan, but you really are my heroic fairytale prince.." She moved up and kissed him, wrpaing her arms around his neck. Baddog blushed darkly but retured the kiss, arm around her waist.

"But, we sure have One Wacked Out Fairytale."

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Roulette couldn't believe it. She was getting forced to marry Erik Wiler. One of the people she hated with all of her being. She had a LONG list of people she hated, and he was number 1. Now she was seeing him again, after 3 years. She sighed and leaned her head on her head. She was in Petroplis grandhall, the future sight of her wedding.They were here for wedding rehersal. Pixlez patted her back, trying to comfort her. "Mabye it won't be....SO bad...." Roulette glared and Pixlez shrunk back. "Sorry...."
"Miss.Ivanov. Mr.Wiler has arrived." Roulette stood up and glared as he walked through the doors. He was tall and muscular. He had well kept grayish hair and a cirlce of gray around his eye, printed of his fur. He wore a green sweatvest and dark green dress pants. He smiled smugly at her. "Ah. Roulette Ivanov. It's been far too long." He took her hand and kissed it, making Roulette scowl and glare. "It will be an honar takeing you as my bride....Though...we need to make a few changes." He clapped his hands and a group pf maids surrounded them. Roulette flinched. "What?!" Erik looked her up and down then sighed. "Take off that awful eye patch, get her into some proper clothing, and see if you can do anything about her hideious hair color." Roulette glared daggers. "Excuse me?!"
Erik smiled. "Oh come now dear, you must agree that you look awful like this. You looked better as a blonde." Roulette screamed a long string of loud russian curses as the maids dragged her out. Pixlez's ears drooped as she watched her friends being dragged out. She turned to Eric was narrowed eyes. "I think she lookes fine. But you should do something about that horrible and gross looking thing on your....Oh wait. That's just your face." She smirked and walked away as Erik looked at her jaw dropped. "How rude!"
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Roulette glared at her reflection. They put a blonde wig on her head, blue eye contacts, and a short blue dress. They couldn't do anything about her ear, so they left it the way it is. Roulette looked her self up and down and cleanched her fists. She felt like she was going to cry. She was going to get married to a jerk that didn't think she was beautiful unless she dressed as an interily diffrent person. But that wasn't the worst part. She wasn't going to be able to see Baddog.Roulette sighed depressingly and sat on a chair, shoulders drooped. "Oh Baddog...why did this happen...." She sat in silence then practically fell out of her chair as she hard a loud thump. Roulette turned to the window and smiled brightly as she saw Baddog, face first on the floor from falling through the window. "Baddog!!" She ran over and helped him up.
Baddog rubbed his head and stared when he saw Roulette. Roulette sighed. "He finds my normal look unattractive. So he's making me wear this." She pulled off the wig and threw it on the floor. Baddog scwoled at the mention of Erik. Roulette sighed. "I don't want to marry him either...But it's the law...I don't know what to do..." Roulette hugged Baddog tightly. "I hate this..." He hugged her back, scolwing at the thought of Roulette having to marry this guy. Who was he to say that she wasn't beautiful?! He loved the way she looked! She wasn't a girly girl. She wasn't prissy and she could fight better than anyone! he loved who she was. And he hated this guy for not seeing how amazing she truly was.
"Roulette! It's time to reherse!" Erik called from the other side of the door. Roulette glared at the door then turned to Baddog. "You have to go." Baddog sighed but nodded. Roulette looked up at him with sad eyes. "Now matter what happends....I love you." roulette leaned her head up and kissed him. "Roulette!!" Roulette pulled back and sighed. "Hurry." Baddog looked at her sadly and quickly kissed her cheek before letting go of her and climbing out of the window he came from. Roulette watched him leave then grabbed her wig from the floor and put it back on her head.
This couldn't get worse.

~~~
They had spent the last hour rehersing and Roulette stood there scowling as they practiced the echnaging of the rings. Erik took her hand and gently placed the ring on her finger and Roulette glared. "Your turn." He smiled smugly at her and gestured to the ring being held out to her. She rolled her eyes at him and took the ring. Erik held out his hand and Roulette grabbed it roughly and shoved it onto his finger as hard as she could. "Ow!" She smirked. Erik narrowed his eyes at her, which only made Roulette smirk more. "Roulette...I nned to have a aword with you...alone." Everyone quickly scrambled out of the room at the sound of his seriosuness, leaving Roulette and Erik alone.

Roulette crossed her arms and glared. "What is it, Darling?" She smirked, venom dripping from her voice. Excecially from the word "Darling". Erik pulled off his ring then placed it on the pillow holder. "I realize you don't like me very much, but you don't have a choice in this situation. Your marrying me tomorrow afternoon, wheather you like it or not.That is....Unless you want you and your brothers to go to jail." Roulette growled, brining the smug grin back on Erik's face. "Oh, and Roulette, dear?" He tapped her cheek, .

"Smile. I want a happy blushing bride."

~~~

The wedding was this afternoon.

Everyone was getting dressed up in their best clothes, setting up decorations and wraping last minute wedding gifts. And though she was invited, Pixlez hadn't been getting ready. Her and Baddog were looking over the contract for what had to be the thousanth time, looking for anything that could stop this.
"This cintract is iron clad! I can't find one loophole! Not even a gramatic error!" She sighed, leaned her face on her hand in frustration. Baddog kept looking over the page, eyes running over the lines over and over. He practically knew the thing by memory!

"So basiclly, Roulette has to marry Erik when she comes of proper age, and can't deny any requests during the ceromony....What am I missing?!" Pixlez banged her head o the table and Baddog kept reading it over. What were they going to do?!

---

Roulette looked at herself in the mirrior. She had a beautiful wedding gown on and a long veil that coverd the blonde wing and hid the blue eye contacts that she was forced to wear.She clenched her fists in anger and scowled. Ivan, who had flown in from Russia for the wedding with her other brothers, placed a hand on her shoulder. "We know this isn't want you wanted...But we don't know what to do..." Roulette sighed."Da. I know....Let's just get this over with." Roulette turned and walked out of her dressing room.

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Baddog slammed his head against the table. Roulette could be getting married any second now! What acould he do?!....wait. baddog looked over the sheet for what had to be the 5 millionth time then smiled brightly and rushed over to Pixlez and shoved the paper in her face. Pixlez flinched. "W-What?! Did you find something?" She took the paper and Baddog pointed to the spot he wanted her to read. "....This document was sighed in Moscow , Russia. 1998." She blinked. "This wasn't singed in America.....This contract isn't legal here!!!!" She jumped up and smiled brightly. "Roulette doesn't have to marry him!!!!"

Baddog was already running. he had to get there in time! he ran as fast as he could, pushinf people out of the way and flying down streets.

'I'm coming Roulette!!!'

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Roulette slowly walked down the aile, her brother holding her arm, getting ready to give her away. Friends and family watched with smiles, not knowing the truth of the sitaution. Roulette glared and Erik took her hand and lead her infront of the preist. He smiled and mumbled to her. "You look beautiful" She glared in response. "Stuff it." He rolled his eyes and just looked forward to the preist.

"Dearly beloved. We are gatherd here today to unite Erik Wiler, and Roulette Ivanov in holy matromony. If anyone thinks that these two should not be wedd, speak now, or forever hold your peace." The room was quiet.Now one said a word. Roulette's heart sank. This was it. She was going to have to marry a stuck up, rich snob. She would have to leave Baddog. That final though made her heart shatter.

"Well." The preist smiled. "I-" SLAM!!! everyone turned in shock as baddog slammed open the doors of the hall and marche up the ile.Erik glared. "What do you think you-?!" Baddog turned to him and glared daggers, growled, then pull back his fist and punched him strait in the face, causing him to fall and the whole room to gasp. Roulette shook of the shock then smiled.

"I can explain!!!!" Pixlez flew in at full speed, holding the contract. "This document stating that Roulette had to marry Erik, was inged in Russia!! It's not valid in America!! She doesn't have to marry him!" Erik sat up from his place on the floor, stars swirling around his head. baddog kicked him down again and Roulette smiled brightly. " I don't?" Roulette ripped the bottom off her large fancy dress and threw it at the passed out Erik. "Something to remeber me by." She smirked and turned to Baddog. "Let's get out of here." Baddog smiled brightly and picked her up bridal style. He kicked Erik once more and snickered thean ran out of the grand hall with Roulette. Leavinf the whole room in shock and dead silence, except Roulette's brothers who were celebrating.

Baddog ran with Roulette until they reached her home. he walked up to the front step then gently placed her down. Roulette looked up at him. "...This may be offensive to a villan, but you really are my heroic fairytale prince.." She moved up and kissed him, wrpaing her arms around his neck. Baddog blushed darkly but retured the kiss, arm around her waist.

"But, we sure have One Wacked Out Fairytale."