A/N: Just for fun! This is a story I came up with by mixing one of my fave Greek myths and exploring 'what-ifs' in my fave anime series. If you're not into myths, please bear with the retelling in the prologue, it's crucial to the story. Bdw, I know that Cupid is Eros in Greek myth but the name 'Cupid' is more popular and kawaii. 

Disclaimer: Yoshihiro Togashi owns Hunter X Hunter, not me 

CUPID GONE WILD

Prologue: Don't mess with Love

It was a fine day and Cupid was playing with his bow and arrows out in the field. Apollo, that golden-haired and handsome god of light, was also out walking and saw the very cute god of love. Realizing he had nothing better to do, he decided to have some fun and unluckily for Cupid, he was going to be the source of it…or not.

"Playing with your little bow and arrow, Cupid?" Apollo said in the manner of one talking to a two-year old. "How very cute!"

Cupid ignored him and continued playing. He was thinking though, "Stupid, puffed-up, muscle for brains!"

Apollo stuck out his broad, manly chest, combed his golden curls backwards and flashed a 100-megawatt voltage smile. "Can you really hurt someone with those little things? I mean look at me," Cupid did look at him, with a glare, but Apollo still smiled condescendingly, "I am the god of Light, I have a golden chariot, I have nine beautiful muses to attend me…blah, blah, yada, yada," he went on and on.

Cupid gave a little yawn. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a nymph, Daphne was her name, picking some flowers. He gave Apollo a mischievous smile. Then standing up straight, he took his bow and shot an arrow of love straight at the chest of a surprised, but yes still talking, Apollo. In almost the same breath, he took an arrow of indifference and shot it at Daphne.

"Wha−!" Apollo said stunned while clutching a hand to his chest. He looked at his chest then looked up again to glare at Cupid but Cupid was nowhere to be found. His eyes then settled on the nymph who was also obviously still recovering from the shot.

Their eyes met. However, while one flamed with ardent admiration and desire, the other widened with apprehension and disgust. Daphne had recognized the fierce emotion in Apollo's eyes. She gave a yelp, dropped her flowers and turned to run, very, very fast.

Apollo gave chase immediately. He called out desperately, "Daphne, my beautiful nymph! Please don't run from me. I love you!"

"Aiiieeeeeee!" Daphne cried and ran faster. But no matter how hard and fast she ran, Apollo was slowly gaining on her. Well, he wasn't one of the 12 great Olympian gods for nothing after all.

While running, Apollo continued to plead for Daphne to stop and promise her his heart, his riches and undying love. Not a good idea though because this caused Daphne to panic even more. They were now close to the stream where Daphne's father lived. In utter desperation, Daphne called out, "Father! Father! Please help me!"

Scarcely were the words out that Daphne stopped in her tracks. Apollo reached out then tried to put his arms around her. But what he embraced wasn't a soft and warm feminine form, instead he felt the hard bark of a tree. Daphne's father had granted her wish, albeit a little creatively. He made her into a tree, the laurel tree.

Apollo was disconsolate when he realized what had happened. He continued to stroke the tree lovingly and murmur sweet words to it being the lovesick fool he was. Finally he said, "If you can't be my wife, then you will be my tree." Thus, from thereon, ancient Olympian champions wore crowns of laurel leaves…but that is another story.

Cupid had been watching everything from atop another tree and he was quite enjoying himself. He stuck a tongue out at the ridiculous, tree-talking god of light. He then cupped his chin with one hand and said to himself, "Served him right! I wonder, though, wouldn't it be great fun to see others acting silly like him?"

The more he thought about it, the more it filled him with ungod-like glee. He resolved to start at once and flapped his wings to fly…

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Cupid had been traveling through space and through time. He had shot his arrows all throughout history and at the most unlikely people to get together. And so, the very handsome and brave Tamahome fell for the utterly hopeless Miaka, Mamoru and Seiya both fall for the even sillier Usagi, and even perfectly logical Bulma got together with the prince of arrogance himself, Vegeta.

Now Cupid was still flying, looking for new targets. He now had a maniacal light to his eyes that complemented his wide, malicious grin. He saw a mountain before him and would have passed it but then he saw that there was a large mansion on top of it. It was a very large mansion. "Well, well, who could be living in that house?" Cupid said as he glided towards it.

Good question. It was the Zoaldyke mansion.