Dedicated randomly to my own personal Asakura twins…seriously…I mean, they even have the same initials! Er, one of them anyway. Yeah, I'm caught in a dilemma. Andrew (aka Hao) is who I like, but, er, Golden (aka Yoh) likes me. X.x Don't ask. Pleeeease. Oh, and thanks to my sister Chrestonanci, who gave me help on French.

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Daaku Kitsune: FOURTEEN?!! GAVE BIRTH AT FOURTEEN?!! –faints- aHEM, that's…INTERESTING. Thanks. –sweatdrop- Oh yeah huh, it was in the manga or something…

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Flower-girl018: well, Anna's obviously going with Yoh! And Hao is…-cough-

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Xylacorabi: -stares- I told you not to review. Then again, I did tell you to review. THE LYSERG AND YOH THING WAS A JOKE. ALL IN THE NAME OF SICK, SICK HUMOR. X.X NOW MAKE JENNY REVIEW OR ELSE I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR READING CHRISTMAS DANCE.

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bOw-doWn-tO-KeiKO, Story Weaver1, Absolute-Darkness, Cindy Asakura, s91, Keitorin Asthore, Nakashima-Michiyo, kitty-81090: thanks!

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Wingweaver22: ;; ahh, well, I had to do it at Yoh and Lyserg because they were the only people there and Hao was demonstrating for Anna and I was trying to make it…funny…-sweatdrop- -blink- sorry I didn't know you were a girl.

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Yohna: huh? I include Hana a lot? –confused- the kid, or the pairing? Erm, well, for the kid, I'm not sure I've ever included him before, and as for the pairing…oh dear, I'll have to get rid of the habit.

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Anyone else I forgot, my bad. Maybe you just reviewed too late. X.x (that doesn't make sense.)

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Disclaimer: (insert witty disclaimer here, I have no inspiration today)

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Cupid

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Chapter Three: The Meeting

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Hao sighed in dejection, gazing out into the blue. After the potion accident (in which Hana had dropped a Love Potion 9 on the floor and caused…well, let's just say it was very, very fascinating –what an understatement!-), and after Anna had recovered from the effects of the concoction, she had immediately kicked him out of the house (though that demented kid Hana, whose fault it had been through and through, had pleaded for him to stay—what the heck?).

Suddenly the sky darkened. Clouds closed in on the sun, and it began to rain. Hard. Hao's eye twitched. Not that the rain effected him or anything, but it seemed the Fates were against him today…he could tell!! He could even see them, flying around like insane maniacs, cackling. Smiling sarcastically, Hao flipped them off and started walking east, shoulders hunched, the rain driving through his incorporeal body.

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Anna ran over to the sink and threw up.

After Hao had come over and created disaster, Ryu had fled—embarrassed, that in his time of being bespelled, he had…er…tried to court Lyserg. Surprisingly, Lyserg held out against fainting (even after two men had kissed him that day –I love torturing Lyserg! XD …sorry-) and stayed.

Tamao had left, too, but not before doing a coin prediction for Yoh. The foretelling said that he would find someone special coming into his life. Then Anna had thrown up.

Pirika cast Yoh an alarmed look and ran over to Anna, who was coughing abysmally. Ren's hair twitched.

"Don't tell me you got her pregnant again," he mumbled, looking over his shoulder to glare at Hana, who was torturing Bason-in-spirit-form mercilessly and laughing in that evil, cute, BABY-way. Ugh.

So Yoh wasn't too sure if the special someone coming into his life was Hao or his new kid. Horo Horo suggested that he might be getting a new refrigerator. Anna somehow found the strength to slap him.

And through all this, Amidamaru silently angsted his heart out.

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around a day ago (also known as a flashback), the third heavens, realm of the great spirit

After the contract had been formed, Hao and the Great Spirit had signed, and everything had been legally bound, recorded in some random place, and sent to the second heavens to be copied, the Great Spirit decided that Hao needed to be tested first if he was good at matchmaking or not.

Hao and the Spirit floated in oblivion, white oblivion this time, overlooking a great cloud that acted as a television screen for them.

The Great Spirit explained the dilemma. "There's been a bit of a problem," he explained. "Dove—" he pointed at the silver haired seraph that had chaperoned Hao on the rostrum a few hours ago—"is pledged to marry Aruke." He looked over to the sour-faced angel Hao had fireballed a few times. "However, she's in love with Halo." The all-powerful Spirit nodded towards an attractive-looking angel with long, black hair, and dark eyes. "I cannot have warring angels in my realm," the Great Spirit continued, "So I must do something about it, or there will be blood spilled. What do you suggest I do?"

"Angels have blood? And they marry?" inquired Hao, amused. Without waiting for an answer, he grinned. "The solution is obvious. Let Dove marry Halo. After all—" he shrugged—"true love shouldn't be disrupted, should it?" His grin grew bigger. "Especially not in the Great Spirit's realm." The god glared at him. Hao just ran his hand through his hair and went on. "Let Aruke marry Dove's sister, or relation, if she has one. Then we'll all be happy, won't we?" he concluded, smiling brightly at the Great Spirit and dusting imaginary dirt off of his crème cloak.

The Great Spirit stared at him.

"Oh, fine," Hao amended, placing his finger on his chin. "I'll tell you really why I made that decision. Halo looks like me. And Dove looks like one of my possible wives-to-be's."

The god sweatdropped. "I suppose you pass," he muttered, clapping his hands once and shutting the television-cloud off. "I've arranged for Halo to meet you at the portal that sends you to earth. He'll give you your things and show you off. Farewell, Cupid, till we meet again, approximately…100.9247658733201 years from now." And with that good-bye, the Spirit waved Hao off and disappeared.

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Jeanne stared out the window somberly, robotically sewing a flowery design on a kerchief that meant nothing to her. Grey rain drizzled rhythmically on the windows and shehonestly wishedshe hadn't joined this convent, in her heart.

After Hao's defeat, around five years ago, Marco had shepherded her off to some distant, unobtrusive convent in Japan—the convent she was in now. After that, he had gone and she hadn't seen him for so long. She actually longedHao would come back and cause something exciting to happen.

Ooh, how she would wish later she hadn't thought of that.

The door crept open and the mother nun stuck her head in Jeanne's room. "Jeanne, dear, I have an assignment for you," the elderly maiden said slowly.

Jeanne's ears nearly perked and she looked up at the old woman in black. "C'est vrai?" she asked excitedly, forgetting herself for a moment and speaking her home language. "I mean, really?" she amended quickly, eyes bright.

"A young man has stumbled into our convent…he looked so pale I fear he is sick from the rain. Please, assist him until he is well. Please go wait in the library for him. That will be all."

Jeanne could barely suppress her elation until the nun left the room. After she had finished jumping about like a maniac, she fell down on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"A young man…?"

Pondering who it could be, the maiden picked up her stitching and headed for the library.

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The door slammed open, ricocheted off the wall, and smashed back into the opener. Jeanne heard a moan and a profanity uttered at the same time, and rushed over to the door, dropping her stitching in the process.

But before she could reach it, the door burst open again. A white, nearly transparent hand stopped it from rebounding. And from the hall stepped her arch-nemesis, the one she would never thought to see again—Asakura Hao, of course.

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Mmm. Didn't like that one too much. It's too rough. –shrug- Sorry for the belated update. X.x C'est vrai means "is it true" in French, and…moo. Yeah, moo. Thanks to the smoothie Padfoot-chan got me at lunch that gave me brain freeze and the idea to write this chapter! REVIEW!