A splitting head-ache and a crazy bitch. That's what Master Cyclonis gets to wake up to this fine afternoon.
"What the he-?"
"You fainted, dear," Venus snapped. "There's someone else over there; poor thing's still asleep." The goddess raised a slim eyebrow. "You alright?"
"No, I am-"
"Good. Because now you have to kiss him." She pointed at the sleeping Dark Ace. "It's almost like Sleeping Beauty, but not really!"
Cyclonis frowned. "Look, even if I were to believe you, what makes you think that I'd actually want to put my lips onto...his?!"
"Look, dearie, if you want him to live, that's what you have to do. Otherwise...well, he dies. It's that simple. There's no substitute for woman's kiss. I'd make her do it, but she's so darn skinny and anorexic looking. Wouldn't want to dump her onto a man."
The Master sighed.
This wasn't going well.
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A/N: Recently got a comment that says, and I quote: "This is getting quite old. There is very little funny left. I say you drop it." If anyone agrees with aforementioned comment, please let me know. If my readers aren't happy, then I'll drop it! Simple as that.