Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo belongs to Yoshio Sawai, Weekly and Viz's Shonen Jump and Toei Animation. Don't know the US company involved with the anime, but I'm using their dub names. Any non-dub names used are of characters not yet introduced. I have no ownership of this, but I sure want merchandise. Sell it to me please! And more manga, please! Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo rocks! All anime (like Loveless) mentioned don't belong to me, either. Feed my c2 list and forum!

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It's a school night, so why am I starting this chapter now?

"That's a good question," the Kimiko and Skeletor toys on my desk told me.

And now my toys are being written into this, on top of the pointless crossovers I keep using.

I mean, it's not like I couldn't do something else while my DVD for class is being rendered….

At this rate, I'm going to end up rambling about other fic ideas I have in mind or about my original manga/stop-motion anime…

And there it is… My DVD's ready. So is this all I'm writing this Monday night? We shall see…

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And it's Sunday night that I'm writing the rest of the story, so it should be clear how I was too busy finishing my final assignment for sewing class. And did anyone else in my class show up with a finished outfit? Of course not.

Slackers.

Now onto the story.

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Captain Battleship was deep in thought. He loved Hatenko so much, but these dates were getting on his nerves.

It was almost like Hatenko paid more attention to Don Patch.

Why weren't Hatenko's pale, graceful fingers applying suntan lotion on his back? Never mind that it was snowing, he was all covered up and neither Hatenko nor Don Patch was in this scene. It wasn't the damn point, and Captain Battleship spent the rest of this chapter shouting as I moved onto other scenes in the desperate hope I'd come across something a tad less pathetic.

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"Fat chance," Gasser muttered.

Thanks for the encouragement. Just for that…

Gasser's eyes widened as he turned around at the sound of the Ronin's footsteps. Who's that? It's the guy who competed against Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo and Don Patch in the game show in the last episode.

A ronin is a historical term for a masterless samurai warrior, but a more recent definition has sprung up for high school graduates in Japan who haven't passed their college entrance exams yet. It was my impression that the character was meant to be a ronin of this sort.

Gasser bit his lip as the Ronin's footsteps grew louder, since he was getting closer. His figure became bigger as he drew nearer, giving me a sense that showing off knowledge of perspective is really a stupid and pointless thing to do in writing.

"I got in! I'm going to Tokyo University just like I promised!" the Ronin beamed.

"So?" Gasser snapped back. "I won't be taking exams there anyway."

"But I didn't hurt your feelings in this episode!" the Ronin wailed.

"We didn't talk in the episode! So please, go away and bug someone else!" Gasser yelled. "We're supposed to rescue Jelly anyway, in case certain people have forgotten," he hissed.

I haven't forgotten. Softon's on his way.

"And us?"

Silly boy, don't you know romantic fiction doesn't have the damsel-in-distress being rescued by someone besides their twue wub makes things overly complex. I mean, how'd you feel if Beauty was rescued by one of the freaks?

Gasser's eyes widened in horror, "Y-you wouldn't?"

Just messing with ya, kid. But yeah, Softon gets priority here.

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As Softon approached the dark, gloomy, dismal coordinates he's gotten from General Tofu… part of him wondered if it was a trap. But he wasn't going to waste any more time.

But he did have a flashback on the way over.

Jelly had been a sixth grader then, not even 13. So young and innocent, still with his car ears and tail. It's a reference to Loveless.

Softon had been waiting outside, since it's not the least bit creepy. Did I mention he was 8 years older? In the hot sun, he looked almost like a bishonen with melting ice cream pouring down his face.

Softon grabbed Jelly's arm. Jelly looked up at him, nervously taking note of his lack of cat-ears. This was an adult!

"Where are you rushing off to, Jellyroll?" Softon grinned.

"How do you know my name?" Jelly growled as he wrenched his arm free.

"I knew your brother," Softon grinned.

Jelly looked at him in amazement, "Really? I don't remember him talking about you or having you come by… Actually, I don't think I have a brother. What's your name?"

"Softon."

"Did you come to see me, Softon?"

"Hai!"

"Why? How about we go into the park and take pictures together? It's not like you're some strange guy from off the street!" Jelly beamed.

Softon brushed off a tear and went into another flashback, this one 6 years after he'd become Jelly's Loveless Fighter Unit. Don't ask me to explain, because the manga makes no sense. Far as I can tell, it's like Zatch Bell with cat-boys instead of mamodo plus canon yaoi overtones.

"I know you like those Bruce Lee movies, so I got you this," Jelly murmured.

Softon chuckled, "It's your birthday, you shouldn't be giving me presents."

Jelly smiled shyly and whispered, "Being with you's better than any present."

Softon opened up his present: a leather jacket with an ice cream cone on the back and sleeves that were the same colors as this outfit Bruce Lee wore in "Game of Death".

That night, Jelly lost his cat-ears. I'm not sure why they split up at some point, but obviously they must have. But Softon had never stopped loving his Jelly.

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General Tofu was the first one Softon came across.

Softon eyed him warily.

"You don't have to worry about fighting me. I'd actually like to help you both," Tofu assured him.

"Why?" Softon snapped.

"Baldy Bald isn't the man I thought he was. I-I once loved him, but then I met Jelly and you... and the things he's done to Jelly," Tofu sniffed.

Softon grabbed Tofu, "What did he do to Jelly?"

"Sit down, and I'll explain everything." After Softon let him go, General Tofu pulled out a blackboard.

Softon sat behind a school desk, suddenly surrounded by more of the good guys.

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Tsar Baldy Bald IV brushed his hand against Jelly's expressionless face, "The time is drawing near. Soon you will summon the monster that will destroy all your friends. And once they're gone, perhaps you will be able to do my bidding without me taking away your memory or freewill or threatening them. Provided this monster doesn't accidentally destroy you at the same time."

Jelly gave an involuntary shudder as his mouth opened up, against his will. Baldy just grinned as he stepped back, safely away from the dark pit and still ignorant of Jelly's pregnancy.

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Softon ran faster than the others, General Tofu closest behind him. Such is the law of Winner and Runner-Up suitors in romantic fan fiction. It's never as powerful as friendship here.

Drawing closer, Softon and Tofu heard Jelly begin to sing.

"We're too late," Tofu panted.

Softon shot him a dirty look, "NEVER!" And with that, he ran even faster, leaving Tofu and the others behind.

TBC….

Not bound to have more than 3 chapters, given how the rescue is finally imminent.