Author's Note

Based off a really cute pairing idea that was experimented with a long time ago. I love writing for Halperia. With some help from Amethyst, I managed to write this cruddy piece of work. Yay... By the way, this is my first time writing for Forte, so he may be just a wee bit out of character. Sorry.

Episode 1: Bachelors Number 1 Through 15

"Why am I here again?" Forte asked irritably as he reclined in the black chair, Gospel on his right. He was in a school gymnasium, sitting on the stage. With him were two girls, one with a clipboard on hisleft side and the other on the other side of the gym, also with a clipboard. The one next to him had purple imp-ears, a purple dragon tail, short purple hair, purple eyes, and purple demon wings. Her outfit was punkish; leather jacket over purple tube-top and black pants with fingerless gloves. The girl on the other side of the gym had long brown hair, green cat-eyes, tiger-striped cat-ears, a wolf's tail, and angel wings. She wore a black Goth-gown.

The punk-girl sighed, frustrated as well. "You've been single and insane too long. We KAMI agents are getting you a girlfriend...or boyfriend."

"KAMI?"

"Kamis Above Matchmaking Incorporated. We've gone over this already."

Forte twitched, just now making note of something. "I'm not gay."

"We'll see about that..." The punk-girl called to her Goth-friend. "Line them up at the far free-throw line!"

Nodding, the Goth-girl led in a group of people, who lined up single file in front of the line. Forte couldn't see behind a few of them, so he was unsure what to expect. The first in line was a tall teen in red armor with long silver hair and sunglasses. He stepped onto the large basketball-marking on the center of the floor. Forte blinked as a lever appeared between him and the punk-girl.

"In case you don't like the person." She winked.

The Goth-girl stood outside the basketball and read from her clipboard in a monotone voice into a microphone in her free hand. "Bachelor number one. Blues. He enjoys Net Battling, virus-crushing and...uh..." She gulped. "Making fun of a certain finned-Maverick."

Again Forte twitched and pulled the lever. A trap door opened under Blues, and he fell through. Forte grinned as the trap door closed. "Next." Rock stepped onto the trap door and exchanged glares with Forte. Before the Goth-girl could speak, Forte had pulled the lever, and Rock was gone. "Next!" Roll stepped onto the trap door now. The Goth-girl sighed and turned off the microphone as Forte commanded the pink Net Navi. "Name." It was obvious he was enjoying this now.

"R-Roll..." She said, taking a fighting stance. "You should know! My friends have fought you!"

"Too much pink." Roll screamed as she went down the hole. "Next!" Gutsman stepped up. Forte shuddered. "It's like dating Barret!" He gagged then Gutsman was gone. "Next!" Glyde. "Like dating Reeve. Next!" Iceman. "Too short. Next!" Elecman. "Too obsessed. Next!" Torchman. "Not a pyro. Next!" Pharohman. "Look! It's Atem! Next!" Wackoman. "I hate clowns. Next!" Skullman. "I'm Goth enough. Next!" Sharkman. Forget gagged again. "I hate fish! Next!" Gateman. "...I just don't like you...Next!" A random Mettaur. "What the fuck!" Forte glared at the punk-girl, who grinned, then pulled the lever.

When the trap door closed, the Goth-girl sighed. "That's all for today."

"That was fruitless," Forte grumbled. He stood. "I'm leavin'!"

"Same time tomorrow?" The punk-girl asked.

"Yeah, whatever." Forte and Gospel left.

The punk-girl sighed. "Oh...my...igod/i! I didn't realize he'd be so picky!"

"I've been doing some analyzing..." said the Goth-girl. "I think I know who would fit with him."

"Really!" The punk-girl looked hopeful. "Set up one of those chance-meetings you're so good at."

"Aye, aye, Captain."