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=> Warning!  This fic contains excessive amounts of sugar!  With 
Valentine's day nearing, every single media in existence has been 
turning out sugar bombs that try to mutate all of us into starry-eyed 
idiots.  Sad to say, they have converted me into their sorry lot.   

=> Although I'm *not* proud to be among the few people who dread the 
coming of February, I am forced, under the pain of insanity, torture, 
slow death, (and lots of other horrible things to graphic to mention), 
to write this fic.  Writing romance stories makes me feel all good 
inside.  <gasp>  It's starting already!  Somebody!  Whack me on the 
head!  <Whack, whack>  Thanks, I needed that.  

=> I'm warning you at this point in time that the fic has a *really 
cheesy ending*.   

=> Also, the plot (actually the ending) is not really my original idea.  
I would like to thank my contributor (who still desires to remain 
nameless) for coming up with the cheesy ending that started the wheels 
turning in my mind to come up with a story to match.  May she (and all 
those other nameless people) find our own cheesy ending sometime in the 
foreseeable future.

=> Some notes on notation.  Things in {curly braces} are author's 
comments within the fic.  Signs and sound effects are in... uh... 
<pointy braces> 

=> The disclaimer is at the end, and the more people I would like to 
thank.   

=> Will somebody whack me so I can start?  Thanks.  
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                 Twenty Less Lonely People in the World
   <otherwise known as Mayhem's Valentine Fic with the Cheesy Ending>  
   By the currently sessile (not senile) Nikholas "Mayhem" F. Toledo  
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Chapter Eleven 
No more secrets

	The man and Junior walked through the twilight streets of Nerima, 
enjoying the early night breeze as it blew through the trees.  "Ah... I 
love days like this," the man sighed, taking in a large breath of air.  
"It's too bad days like this don't happen very often."
	"They happen once a year, dad," Junior replied, eyeing the squirt 
gun that saw lots and lots of action that day.  It was nearly empty, and 
they passed by a fountain in the park. 
	The man smiled.  "That was a good job you have done, son.  I 
couldn't have done it better myself."
	The kid reddened a bit.  "Thanks, dad," he said.  After a few 
minutes of resting, they went on their way again.
	"Still," the father mused, "those were strange tactics that you 
used, going along with them.  Couldn't you have just watched from the 
sidelines and struck from there?"
	The little boy answered.  "The links at this location were unclear 
at the start.  I had to go among them to find out what would be the best 
plan of attack.  It would have been very distressing if I made a 
mistake.  If I did, things would have gone from bad to worse."  He 
sighed, "at last peace has come to this part of the world."
	"But there are much more places around that would need our 
intervention."  The father mused, "It's a dirty job, but someone's got 
to do it.  After all, money doesn't turn the world, something much more 
powerful does."
	"So could I get that new SuperSoaker15000?"  the kid asked in a 
really cute way. 
	"Son, sometimes I wonder why you use that water pistol when an 
arrow has a lot more precision and could have done a similar job with a 
smaller amount of mess."  The man took out a magnificent bow made from 
the finest white wood.  A red arrow as thick as Junior's arms was 
loaded, and it flew through the air in a majestic arc.  In the distance, 
there was a loud shriek as the deadly projectile found its target, which 
was replaced by an even stranger sound.
	"Oh, Happy!"  "Oh, Cologne!"  <kiss, kiss>
	"Oh, father," Junior said in a soft tone, "I think that it's time 
for a bit of modernization.  After all, you don't go around wearing 
diapers anymore."
	The man placed the bow and the sack of arrows in a specialized 
version of Hammerspace.  "Good point, son," Cupid said, "good point."

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