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True Love by Fate

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Hill Valley, CA. In his bed, Marty McFly shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Marty McFly rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his Tank Top, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the bedroom, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Marty McFly's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

'WOWZA!' Marty McFly shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's arm.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Human of Hill Valley, CA, a Average Person by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 3 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with Shit. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Marty McFly picked up the wounded Average Person and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

'His situation is severe,' George McFly said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but…' his voice trailed off.

Marty McFly could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Human might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

George McFly sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

'I understand,' said Marty McFly. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

With that, Marty McFly turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Average Person was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Human showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Marty McFly with a defeated sigh.

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

Marty McFly nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Marty McFly dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Human's other arm. Then, taking up the Average Person's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.

'Where… where am I?'

Marty McFly jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Human was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

'You are in Hill Valley, CA,' Marty McFly told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

'My name is Jennifer,' said the Human. 'I come from Hill Valley, CA. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Emmett Brown in Australia. But last night… All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of Time Travellers. At least 3 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Gun for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

Marty McFly smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal… that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Jennifer had wound up in Hill Valley, CA and Marty McFly had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Jennifer was meant to be here, and Marty McFly was meant to have found him. Why, Marty McFly did not know. But it felt so certain.

It also did not hurt that Jennifer was one of the most beautiful individuals Marty McFly had ever seen. His sleek Brown hair contrasted with large, dark Blue eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Marty McFly could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Jennifer had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.

Within three days, Jennifer had improved enough to leave his bed. George McFly gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Marty McFly's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Hill Valley, CA, he had not seen Marty McFly at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked George McFly where his son could be, but George McFly had no answer. Marty McFly was gone without a trace.

Jennifer desired to speak with Marty McFly again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Human once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Marty McFly, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Marty McFly was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

It wasn't until the sixth day after Jennifer had recovered that Marty McFly returned to Hill Valley, CA. He rode up the same path where Jennifer had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of Time Travellers behind him. All 3 of them.

'Here are your Time Travellers!' he called to Jennifer. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

Jennifer stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed… all of them by yourself?'

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Marty McFly replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

Jennifer could feel his heart pounding as Marty McFly spoke. Marty McFly killed those Time Travellers… for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Marty McFly and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Human on the leg.

Marty McFly laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

'Just a thank you,' Jennifer said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Marty McFly's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

'Jennifer,' said Marty McFly, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here… I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

Jennifer gasped in shock. 'Kiss… me?'

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now…'

'Marty McFly…' Jennifer sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

Marty McFly lifted his hand to gently stroke Jennifer on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

Taking a deep breath, Jennifer said, 'Marty McFly, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me… it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

A bright smile broke across Marty McFly's face as soon as Jennifer had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

Jennifer took Marty McFly's hand. 'So you think… we are meant to be together?'

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Marty McFly leaned in and kissed Jennifer softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too, Marty McFly,' Jennifer whispered in return.

THE END!

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Citadel. In his bed, Big Stupid Jellyfish shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Big Stupid Jellyfish rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his Nothing, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the null, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Big Stupid Jellyfish's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

'BECAUSE ITS A BIG STUPID JELLYFISH!' Big Stupid Jellyfish shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's null.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Human of Normandy SR-2, a Sheploo by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than Ah yes, Reapers years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with Reapers. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Big Stupid Jellyfish picked up the wounded Sheploo and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

'His situation is severe,' Commander Shepard said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but…' his voice trailed off.

Big Stupid Jellyfish could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Human might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

Commander Shepard sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

'I understand,' said Big Stupid Jellyfish. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

With that, Big Stupid Jellyfish turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Sheploo was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Human showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Big Stupid Jellyfish with a defeated sigh.

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

Big Stupid Jellyfish nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Big Stupid Jellyfish dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Human's null. Then, taking up the Sheploo's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.

'Where… where am I?'

Big Stupid Jellyfish jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Human was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

'You are in Citadel,' Big Stupid Jellyfish told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

'My name is Commander Shepard,' said the Human. 'I come from Normandy SR-2. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Big Stupid Jellyfish in Citadel. But last night… All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of Reapers. At least 1337 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Avenger Assault Rifle for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

Big Stupid Jellyfish smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal… that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Commander Shepard had wound up in Citadel and Big Stupid Jellyfish had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Commander Shepard was meant to be here, and Big Stupid Jellyfish was meant to have found him. Why, Big Stupid Jellyfish did not know. But it felt so certain.

It also did not hurt that Commander Shepard was one of the most beautiful individuals Big Stupid Jellyfish had ever seen. His sleek Big Stupid Jellyfish hair contrasted with large, dark Big Stupid Jellyfish eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Big Stupid Jellyfish could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Commander Shepard had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.

Within three days, Commander Shepard had improved enough to leave his bed. Commander Shepard gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Big Stupid Jellyfish's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Citadel, he had not seen Big Stupid Jellyfish at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Commander Shepard where his son could be, but Commander Shepard had no answer. Big Stupid Jellyfish was gone without a trace.

Commander Shepard desired to speak with Big Stupid Jellyfish again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Hanar once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Big Stupid Jellyfish, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Big Stupid Jellyfish was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

It wasn't until the sixth day after Commander Shepard had recovered that Big Stupid Jellyfish returned to Citadel. He rode up the same path where Commander Shepard had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of Reapers behind him. All 1337 of them.

'Here are your Reapers!' he called to Commander Shepard. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

Commander Shepard stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed… all of them by yourself?'

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Big Stupid Jellyfish replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

Commander Shepard could feel his heart pounding as Big Stupid Jellyfish spoke. Big Stupid Jellyfish killed those Reapers… for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Big Stupid Jellyfish and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Hanar on the null.

Big Stupid Jellyfish laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

'Just a thank you,' Commander Shepard said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Big Stupid Jellyfish's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

'Commander Shepard,' said Big Stupid Jellyfish, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here… I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

Commander Shepard gasped in shock. 'Kiss… me?'

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now…'

'Big Stupid Jellyfish…' Commander Shepard sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

Big Stupid Jellyfish lifted his hand to gently stroke Commander Shepard on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

Taking a deep breath, Commander Shepard said, 'Big Stupid Jellyfish, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me… it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

A bright smile broke across Big Stupid Jellyfish's face as soon as Commander Shepard had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

Commander Shepard took Big Stupid Jellyfish's hand. 'So you think… we are meant to be together?'

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Big Stupid Jellyfish leaned in and kissed Commander Shepard softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too, Big Stupid Jellyfish,' Commander Shepard whispered in return.

LOOL

Oh lordy, I went all out on this one

True Love by Fate: Nigga edition.

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Niggaville. In his bed, Gigga Nigga shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Gigga Nigga rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his T-Shirt, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the Rape Dungeon, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Gigga Nigga's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

'Holy Shit, Nigga!!' Gigga Nigga shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's BBC.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Niggress of Niggressvile, a Niggress Supreme by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 96 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with Nigger Cum. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Gigga Nigga picked up the wounded Niggress Supreme and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

'His situation is severe,' Gigga Nigga Sr. said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but…' his voice trailed off.

Gigga Nigga could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Niggress might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

Gigga Nigga Sr. sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

'I understand,' said Gigga Nigga. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

With that, Gigga Nigga turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Niggress Supreme was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Niggress showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Gigga Nigga with a defeated sigh.

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

Gigga Nigga nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Gigga Nigga dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Niggress's Head. Then, taking up the Niggress Supreme's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.

'Where… where am I?'

Gigga Nigga jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Niggress was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

'You are in Niggaville,' Gigga Nigga told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

'My name is Gigga Niggress,' said the Niggress. 'I come from Niggressvile. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Trayvon Martin in Dumbfuckistan. But last night… All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of White Men. At least 69 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Dildo for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

Gigga Nigga smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal… that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Gigga Niggress had wound up in Niggaville and Gigga Nigga had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Gigga Niggress was meant to be here, and Gigga Nigga was meant to have found him. Why, Gigga Nigga did not know. But it felt so certain.

It also did not hurt that Gigga Niggress was one of the most beautiful individuals Gigga Nigga had ever seen. His sleek Purple hair contrasted with large, dark Yellow eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Gigga Nigga could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Gigga Niggress had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.

Within three days, Gigga Niggress had improved enough to leave his bed. Gigga Nigga Sr. gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Gigga Nigga's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Niggaville, he had not seen Gigga Nigga at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Gigga Nigga Sr. where his son could be, but Gigga Nigga Sr. had no answer. Gigga Nigga was gone without a trace.

Gigga Niggress desired to speak with Gigga Nigga again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Nigga once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Gigga Nigga, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Gigga Nigga was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

It wasn't until the sixth day after Gigga Niggress had recovered that Gigga Nigga returned to Niggaville. He rode up the same path where Gigga Niggress had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of White Men behind him. All 69 of them.

'Here are your White Men!' he called to Gigga Niggress. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

Gigga Niggress stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed… all of them by yourself?'

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Gigga Nigga replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

Gigga Niggress could feel his heart pounding as Gigga Nigga spoke. Gigga Nigga killed those White Men… for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Gigga Nigga and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Nigga on the Left Testicle.

Gigga Nigga laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

'Just a thank you,' Gigga Niggress said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Gigga Nigga's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

'Gigga Niggress,' said Gigga Nigga, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here… I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

Gigga Niggress gasped in shock. 'Kiss… me?'

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now…'

'Gigga Nigga…' Gigga Niggress sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

Gigga Nigga lifted his hand to gently stroke Gigga Niggress on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

Taking a deep breath, Gigga Niggress said, 'Gigga Nigga, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me… it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

A bright smile broke across Gigga Nigga's face as soon as Gigga Niggress had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

Gigga Niggress took Gigga Nigga's hand. 'So you think… we are meant to be together?'

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Gigga Nigga leaned in and kissed Gigga Niggress softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too, Gigga Nigga,' Gigga Niggress whispered in return.

THE END!

Yep, I still want that candy ass.
True Love by Fate

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Boston. In his bed, Ann shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Ann rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his Glove, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the Kitchen, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Ann's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

'What the flying fuck?!!' Ann shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's Loins.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Man of Boston, a Priestess by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 34 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with Semen. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Ann picked up the wounded Priestess and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

His situation is severe,' Akira said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but…' his voice trailed off.

Ann could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Man might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

Akira sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

'I understand,' said Ann. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

With that, Ann turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Priestess was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Man showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Ann with a defeated sigh.

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

Ann nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Ann dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Man's penis. Then, taking up the Priestess's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.

'Where… where am I?'

Ann jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Man was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

'You are in Boston,' Ann told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

'My name is Natsuru,' said the Man. 'I come from Boston. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Suiseiseki in Hogwarts. But last night… All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of Vampire. At least 42 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Sword for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

Ann smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal… that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Natsuru had wound up in Boston and Ann had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Natsuru was meant to be here, and Ann was meant to have found him. Why, Ann did not know. But it felt so certain.

It also did not hurt that Natsuru was one of the most beautiful individuals Ann had ever seen. His sleek Green hair contrasted with large, dark Red eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Ann could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Natsuru had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.

Within three days, Natsuru had improved enough to leave his bed. Akira gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Ann's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Boston, he had not seen Ann at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Akira where his son could be, but Akira had no answer. Ann was gone without a trace.

Natsuru desired to speak with Ann again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Man once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Ann, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Ann was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

It wasn't until the sixth day after Natsuru had recovered that Ann returned to Boston. He rode up the same path where Natsuru had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of Vampire behind him. All 42 of them.

'Here are your Vampire!' he called to Natsuru. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

Natsuru stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed… all of them by yourself?'

I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Ann replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

Natsuru could feel his heart pounding as Ann spoke. Ann killed those Vampire… for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Ann and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Man on the armpit.

Ann laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

'Just a thank you,' Natsuru said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Ann's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

'Natsuru,' said Ann, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here… I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

Natsuru gasped in shock. 'Kiss… me?'

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now…'

'Ann…' Natsuru sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

Ann lifted his hand to gently stroke Natsuru on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

Taking a deep breath, Natsuru said, 'Ann, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me… it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

A bright smile broke across Ann's face as soon as Natsuru had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

Natsuru took Ann's hand. 'So you think… we are meant to be together?'

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Ann leaned in and kissed Natsuru softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too, Ann,' Natsuru whispered in return.

THE END!