Me: Alright, I really need to get back to updating my other fanfics but here's one I think you'll find interesting.

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One Night

It was a fresh winter night, anyone could feel it. New fallen snow blanketed the ground like an over sized rug. The moon was a bright gem in the star-studded tapestry of night.

Some might've felt it was bitter cold and stayed locked up indoors. But one happy couple ambled together, headed for home. One, a male, had the biggest satisfied smile painted on his face. The wind slightly rustled his nicely cut blond hair. Though he was quite a strong burly man, only gentleness reflected in his emerald eyes. His right arm rested on the shoulder of his wife, A tall, Japanese woman with her raven hair done up in a crisp, neat bun. Her smile was just as big and proud as her husband's, if not bigger.

In her arms slept two small infants, a boy and a girl. They were fraternal twins, born only two days ago and they were now being carefully held by their mother, Kuki Sanban Beatles. Their Father, Wallabee Beatles, was so proud, for what could be better than two healthy children?

The girl let out a silent yawn and rolled over in her sleep. Wally smiled.

"So peaceful an' beautiful with names to match," Wally sighed, "Now wot were they again?"

Kuki blew air out, "Forgetting already are we? Oh well, I suppose it won't hurt to remind you. Our son is Mahorao Quinriu Beatles. Our daughter is Matilda Toatamähine Beatles."

"Maho and Tilly, I like the sound of that," Wally summarized.

Kuki chuckled.

There was a loud rustle in the near by foliage. A large silhouette of a man stood taller than the couple. He blocked their way and anything but kindness radiated from him.

"Good evening, Mr. And Mrs. Beatles, enjoying the night?" He said grinning wickedly.

Wally's gentleness snapped and his anger was aroused, "Wot do ya want?" he snapped.

"The little one in your wife's arms."

"Forget it,"

"I guess I'll have to take him," Father sighed with mock sadness.

Wally's eyes surged with fury. He slammed his fist into Father's gut and tripped him neatly.

"Now, Tito!"

Before Wally could turn around, a large rock hit him square on the head and he collapsed senseless on the ground.

Kuki bit her lip in fear and she gripped her children close.

Father turned to Wally's wife. Kuki hastily adjusted her carrier so Maho and Tilly were huddled against her back. Battle light blazed in her amethyst eyes, coating them in a layer of blood red. Her hands were balled into fists as she stood in a fighter's stance.

Her eyes narrowed.

Father approached her quickly, only to be barraged by two fists. He couldn't call out and when he tried he was rewarded by a swift kick where it hurt. Kuki was not one to hold back.

Father managed to yowl, "Reta!"

Another stone hit, this time on Kuki's head. She hit the ground hard on her knees. The carrier came off. Kuki fell forward.

But the rock hadn't done the trick.

The protective mother launched forward into Father, who had been advancing on the abandoned carrier, and took him down. Her knees dug painfully into his stomach as she squeezed his neck with her hands.

Pebbles of all sizes pelted down at Kuki, but she was not about to let her newborns be taken.

One of Father's minions snuck from behind, trying to get Maho. Kuki turned on him.

"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THEM!" she roared.

A rather large rock hit her skull. She advanced one step toward the invaders, then finally fell, beside the cloth she had used for a carrier.

The minion, Reia looked puzzled at the fallen female. "What did she mean 'them'? She only has a son."

"Who knows what runs through the mind of one so profoundly angered." Father answered. He picked up Maho, "Let's leave."

They had all missed Tilly, who had been hidden in the cloth of the sling. The small girl moved to her mother. She snuggled against her warm, unconscious body, waiting for her to wake up.

Father laughed as he held his prize. Maho woke up, his small eyes opened. They were violet, like his mother's, but with scarce green flecks. Looking up and seeing Father and no sign of his parents, he did the only thing he could, cry.

"Mara!"

A young girl came in. She had auburn hair with two sea coloured gems for eyes. She was no older than ten.

"Yes?" She asked in a bell-like voice.

"Take this baby and see he gets fed."

Mara courtsied, "As thou wisheth, sah." She took the babe in her hands.

"What beith his name?" she asked.

Father didn't hesitate, "Warren Wigglestien."

Mara nodded and went to the kitchen. She sat down on a stool and tried to hush the son of Kuki and Wallabee. She stroke his short, jet hair. "Calmeth theeself down sirrah, twill be alright."

He stopped wailing and looked up at Mara with solemn amethyst eyes. He could sense more kindness in her voice and touch than in Father's. Even though he didn't understand what she said he tell that all would be fine.

But all was not fine in his parent's house.

Abby and hoagie and Hoagie Gilligan had come over to comfort the grieving couple. Kuki was wailing as uproariously as ever with Tilly in her arms doing the same, seeing her mother so upset. Wally sat next to her, holding back his tears with anger.

9-month-old Rosetta Gilligan was cradled in her father, Hoagie's, arms while Abby tried to comfort Kuki.

"It'll be alright girl, we'll find him."

Kuki hiccupped as Abby stemmed the tears from the new mother's face. Matilda calmed down too, her emerald, Asian eyes still misty.

Wallabee wiped away a few tears and stood up. He faced his wife and daughter, "Kuki, Oi promise Oi'll foind our son an' bring 'im back."

Both teary eyes stared up at him with no doubt he would keep his Aussie accented word.