Summary: Cupid acts on the promise he made in chapter 11. (Warning, it's Valentine's Day ;) (still K+ though))

Cupid took a sip of his coffee and smiled. Flying through a room filled with busy-at-work love workers, he said, "This year's Love Day is going to be great everybody!" A chorus of cheers replied before quickly getting back to work. On the other side of the room, Cupid flew to one specific love worker with a clipboard. "So," the god of love sipped his drink, "Is everything all set for tomorrow?"

The worker shrugged. "Eh?"

"What do you mean 'eh?'?"

"Well, sir, everything is all set for tomorrow, except for this new addition to the list. It says 'next love day maybe ruin Anti-Cosmo's love life', but isn't Anti-Cosmo an anti-fairy name? Why would we go to Anti-Fairy World?"

"Oh yeah… That guy. You know, he had the gall to shoot me with a hate arrow. What kind of kid would do that? The only reason it says maybe is because he apologized, but it was honestly a horrible apology. Get rid of the maybe again. And we kept a pair of replay eyes on him, right?"

The baby-like worker nodded while scribbling out the maybe. "I think that eyes were sent out shortly after the poison wore off."

"Good. Put the information onto the board. I need to see what he loves, so I can ruin it."

"Whatever you say, sir."

With that Cupid started doing his normal rounds again until he was called in to watch what the eyes had seen. Now, the eyes had seen everything. It saw how he got drunk, messed with a human at their school, went to Pixie World and torment one of the pixies, how he met a purple-eyed cubic anti-baby, how much he hates his classmates (and their opinions on Christmas), and more. It always seemed to show one thing: that Anti-Cosmo spent every chance he had with a girl named Anti-Wanda. "Anti-Wanda," Cupid mumbled. "Look at it. A classic case of being in love. Unfortunately, it's tainted with the fact that they're anti-fairies of all creatures. Besides, it'll never work. The real Cosmo and Wanda don't even know each other."

"So what are you going to do. Sir?" the worker asked.

"I'll make them hate each other. That'll be revenge enough, right?"

The worker looked at the ground nervously. "Um, I don't know sir. This whole thing seems a bit too petty. We have the human's love day to worry about, anti-fairies are useless to us. We can't harness their love, or hate, so it all seems kind of pointless."

As Cupid glared, the worker regretted his comment. "Who's the god of love here?"

"You are sir."

"That's right. So I think that I would know what I'm doing."

"You're right sir, I'm sorry."

"Good, I'm glad we agree. Now go to the spellementary school. I have a certain pink-eyed anti-fairy to talk to."

Anti-Cosmo lifted up an awfully tied knot. "And that is how you tie a noose."

Anti-Wanda was star struck. "Woah! And what's a noose again?"

"It's a knot that's used to-" suddenly a zipper got poofed over his mouth, which seemed to make him sick.

"Anti-Cosmo, could you not for just one day?" Ms. Magister complained. "Nobody wants to learn about nooses around Love Day. It could give lonely people at this school horrible ideas that won't actually seem too bad at the time."

"I wanna learn," Anti-Wanda said.

Ms. Magister shook her head. "Well, you're too young to understand your feelings. You haven't lived thousands of lonely years yet, just wasting your life away working with noose-happy children."

Anti-Cosmo unzipped himself after recovering from the use of fairy magic. "Well, you can't use my noose. It's my noose."

The teacher rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I didn't want it in the first place. Just stop explaining what it does." Suddenly her wand started flashing yellow. A monotone, pixie-voice came from it saying 'Anti-Wanda Anti-Fairywinkle will be sent to the counselor's office.' In a gray poof, the pixie stayed true to his promise and she disappeared.

"What was that about? When's Anti-Wanda coming back?" Anti-Cosmo started asking.

"How am I supposed to know? My money's on Anti-Blonda though."

"Yeah, seems fair."

Inside of the counselor's office, Anti-Wanda reappeared. Unknown by her, the usual counselor wasn't sitting in front of her, but instead, it was Cupid in a fairy disguise. All that he really changed was that he made his wings look more insect-like and put a crown on, so it wasn't much of a disguise, but Anti-Wanda didn't recognize him regardless. Cupid was looking at an empty file to make it seem like he knew what he was doing. "So, it's Anti-Wanda, right?"

"What is?" she asked.

"You?"

Anti-Wanda shrugged. "I don't know. What was the question again?"

Giving up, Cupid put the file down. "I'm on a tight schedule here, so could you just start hating Anti-Cosmo for me? That'd be great."

"What?" Anti-Wanda asked in surprise. "No, I don't hate Anti-Cosmo, he's my friend."

"You see, that's the problem. Why are you his friend?"

"Oh, that's easy. Because he's my friend!"

Cupid sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. "Why do you like him?"

"I like Anti-Cosmo because he's fun, and smart, and nice, and explains stuff real well, and his green eyes are real pretty. They taught me what the color green is. Ain't that cool?"

"It's lovely," Cupid lied. "But you said he was fun? Was it fun when Anti-Cosmo ruined a poor pixie's life by getting a promotion over him, despite not being qualified?"

Anti-Wanda laughed. "Yeah, that was so fun."

Cupid shook his head. 'Anti-fairies,' he thought judgingly. He'd have to use the opposite of all of his points. It was a lot harder to think of good things that Anti-Cosmo had done from what he saw, but one potential one came to mind. "Was it fun when Anti-Cosmo ate your ugly cookies?"

She nodded. "It was real fun. And nice too."

"Speaking of nice, your dear friend Anti-Cosmo isn't nice. He doesn't get any presents from Santa, and Santa gives nice kids presents."

"I don't like Santa. He's a… um… bias, lying hippopotamus that's also mean." Anti-Wanda smiled. "Anti-Cosmo taught me those words. I forget what some mean though. I'll ask him later."

Cupid narrowed his eyes. As much as he hated the word hate, he might say that he hates anti-fairies. The worst thing in existence, which in Cupid's perspective is his opposite, is an anti-fairy. Not only that, but they all had logic that seemed so twisted to the fairy god of love. Anti-Wanda was taking all of his arguments on why Anti-Cosmo was terrible and making them positives. 'So the love's mutual, huh? This'll be tougher than I thought.' "What do you not like about Anti-Cosmo?"

Anti-Wanda sat and thought for a long time. Shrugging, she said "I don't know. Anti-Cosmo is incredibly good. Is there a better word for that?"

"What about how he hates everything?"

She smiled. "I think that's pretty cute."

Cupid was getting more desperate. "You loved Plumpets and he got rid of them! Don't you hate him for that?"

"No. Anti-Cosmo was right, they weren't that fun. It was sweet that he did what he did so we can play something else together. And, he was also really cute when he was tired and sleeping and I think we should have a sleepover, but my sister doesn't want me to. Isn't that sad?"

Cupid groaned. "What about when he said that he didn't trust you?"

"He said that he did. Then he ate the bacon, so I know he trusts me."

"His favorite foods are vegetables, and you don't really like vegetables. Doesn't that disturb you?"

"No. It means I can give him all of my vegetables, and he can give me all of his meat. I like that."

Cupid looked at his wrist-hourglass; it was taking longer than he wanted it to. Love Day was hours away. "Haven't you two ever fought? Hasn't he made you sad? Ever?"

Anti-Wanda shook her head. "No. If he did, he made me happy again very fast."

"Do you ever think that he enjoys taking over Anti-Fairy World more than he enjoys you?"

"I don't think much, but he can enjoy both!"

Cupid slammed his head on the table. Nothing was going how he hoped. "What about the way that he orders you to do stuff."

"Anti-Cosmo has such great ideas that I'm happy to do any of em."

"He put you in danger by mocking a dangerous human and poofing you back to the school. Doesn't that make you mad?"

Anti-Wanda shook her head again. "I liked that. The fire was really cool. I also know Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Blonda won't let me get hurt anyway."

Cupid lifted his head to look back at Anti-Wanda. Her love for her friend seemed to be so pure. If it was any other creature with that kind of love he would be ecstatic, but it was an anti-fairy, so he couldn't even use it to his advantage, and she was in love with the anti-fairy that poisoned him of all people. It felt like cheating, but be brought out Anti-Cosmo's school picture and a love arrow. He hoped that as an anti-fairy, it would have the opposite effect. "Here, hold this and look at it."

"That's a picture of Anti-Cosmo. Anti-Cosmo once told me that he hates pictures of himself. I don't get why. He said his eyes look bad, and his gums make him look weak I think, but I don't think that's true. I love his pictures."

Cupid stopped readying his bow when she said that. "You what?"

"I love his pictures," she repeated.

Hearing the word 'love' come out of her made him rethink his whole plan. Sure, she might be too young to truly know that she loves him, but she clearly did have feelings for him. If he split up a true love that came up all on its own, could he, the god of love, honestly say that he loves love? Love doesn't discriminate after all, so why was he? Anti-fairy or not, everybody deserves love. His worker was right, it was pretty petty of him. Anti-Cosmo is just a child that did apologize after all; it wouldn't be fair. Besides, he's never shot an anti-fairy before. Could it make the fairy hate someone that otherwise would have been their soulmate?

Cupid sighed in defeat and lowered his bow. He put too much doubt in his own mind. "Do you love him?" he asked.

Anti-Wanda's face started turning a darker shade of blue as she smiled nervously. "Yeah, I think so. I don't know, do I? What's love again?"

"Follow me," the god mumbled. Anti-Wanda did. Together they floated back to her classroom.

When the door opened, Anti-Cosmo immediately responded with a smile. "Anti-Wanda, you're back! I made a second noose so we both can have one. By the way, do I know you?" That last part was directed at Cupid.

"No, you don't," Cupid lied. He stuck his hands into this gel he kept inside of the arrow container, then smeared it over both anti-fairies' mouths.

"Hey, what's the big ide-" Anti-Cosmo started to complain, but he got interrupted by Cupid pushing his head into Anti-Wanda's. Whatever that gel was, it seemed to glue them together. It wasn't long before Anti-Cosmo realized what was happening. He did recognize the fairy: it was Cupid, the god of love, and now he was doing the thing that he heard about from the sappy romance books that Anti-Schnozmo kept giving him.

Unlike Anti-Wanda, who was turning darker blue and warmer, he started turning paler and substantially colder. His eyes widened and pupil's narrowed.

Cupid raised an eyebrow at Anti-Cosmo's reaction but shrugged it off. When he snapped his fingers, the gel seemed to disappear, so the two anti-fairies separated. Anti-Wanda giggled uncontrollably while Anti-Cosmo started spewing brightly colored butterflies from his mouth.

It was starting to get awkward, so Cupid looked at Ms. Magister, who was glaring at him. "Right, so, I'm gonna go now. Busy day tomorrow, you know."

"You aren't going to clean this up? Oh, and thanks for rubbing salt in the wound that you refuse to tend to."

"No, and you're welcome," Cupid answered, although he knew the last part was sarcasm. He poofed away before the teacher could respond.

"Great," Ms. Magister mumbled.

Anti-Blonda poofed into the room at the stroke of the bell like usual, but this time her sister was smiling like an idiot and Anti-Cosmo was curled on the floor and looked like he still had butterflies left. "You look happy, and he looks horrified. What happened?"

"Me and Anti-Cosmo kissed," Anti-Wanda cooed. Anti-Blonda quickly adopted Anti-Cosmo's expression and poofed her sister and herself away immediately.

After the rest of the students got picked up (they were purposefully ignoring the anti-fairies), Anti-Schnozmo made it to the class to see his brother the same way that Anti-Blonda saw him. "Um… why?"

"Love Day," Ms. Magister responded.

The anti-teen smiled a little. "Oh, that's nice." He quickly poofed both of them home. Once inside of his room, Anti-Schnozmo asked the still petrified anti-child "So, how was it? Did those romance books pay off?"

"I don't know," Anti-Cosmo mumbled, "Are you supposed to throw up afterward?"

"How should I know?"

"Do you think Anti-Wanda would want to do it again?"

Anti-Schnozmo's smile grew wider. "Why, do you want it or dread it?"

Instead of answering, he poofed away.

"It's want."

Awe, isn't that nice. I'm not used to writing romance or romantic gestures and such. Review your thoughts on how I did, or on the chapter as a whole. By the way, this chapter probably won't be mentioned again for a while. Maybe between chapters Anti-Blonda forces them to pretend it never happened or something. Who knows. BTW, do you think that the crowns are 3-d in FOP? The 2-d crown looked out of place, but so did a 3-d one, so I just went 2-d. Just curious :). Til next time!