Notes

What was it that brought them together, to be united in this perfect love?

It must have been fate in mortal form that brought them together. She knew from the moment she laid eyes on him that they were meant to be. From then on, they were inseparable. They shared every part of their life with each other. That was how it was to this very day.

Yes. She often reflected upon that day with fondness. It was a day that had changed her life, after all.

Forkinmybutt, a fiery lady in the full bloom of youth, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the cerulean water with her audacious heterochromatic spheres. Her aurulent hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze. She tried to keep still despite her impatient excitement as she hummed "Iris" to herself. The sun glinted off of her platinum, tinted with sorrel, shoulders and a pair of scarlet jeans that showed off the shape of her body. Her golden coiffure flowed out in pigtails from either side of her head, complementing her resolute bubble-gum-flushed platinum visage. An elaborate tattoo snaked its way around her visible skin. For a moment, she absorbed herself in these thoughts, of her, and Essaean.
Forkinmybutt's color-mixed windows to her soul spotted Essaean further down on the beach, closer to the roaring sea. His lovely hair was woven into a auburn braid. His spheres were turned toward the ocean, hidden from Forkinmybutt's sight, but she knew and loved their bashful inky hue. He was dressed in his usual everyday clothes. His skin was mahogany and his form was slight. "Essaean," she called, walking towards him.

He jumped a bit before turning around, smiling shyly. "Oh, Forkinmybutt! I-It's nice to see you."

Forkinmybutt smirked and flicked a bit of hair over her shoulder. "Good to see you. C'mon." They began their leisurely walk along the ocean's edge.

"So," she began, "how've you been lately? Anyone giving you trouble?"

"Oh, n-no," Essaean stammered, "not at all, Forkinmybutt. Everything's been going well, and, um...." He blushed. "I missed you... that's all."

Forkinmybutt let her hand fall across his back, muttering quickly as if almost embarrassed, "Yeah, I missed you too." Essaean was silent in response, only leaning toward Forkinmybutt's warmth. "You're a good person. You know?"

"Why do you say that all of a sudden...?" he murmured. "I'm not that especially good."

"I figured you should know." She glanced at him before placing her hands behind her head. "Hanging out with a rascal like me hasn't changed you a bit."

"You shouldn't say that about yourself," Essaean whispered. "You're not a rascal. Just strong of spirit."

She laughed at herself and looked up into the sky, dropping her arms and thinking about the simple feeling that she was corrupting something pure whenever she hung around Essaean. "Not really. But if you say so."

Essaean slipped his soft hand into hers. With a little smile, he stated, "You're so good to me, Forkinmybutt. I can never tell you enough how much you mean to me." Forkinmybutt held his hand and thought to herself that that was enough -- that if she meant something good to this one person, nothing the rest of the world said mattered.
As they walked, they came across a part of the sea that looked darker than the rest.

"What's that?" Essaean asked.

"The locals say the lair of a sea monster lies in that ravine," Forkinmybutt said. Just as she finished talking, a roar pierced the air. "Watch out!"

The azure waves swelled and surged, and Forkinmybutt ran up the sea shore with Essaean's hand in hers. From the frothing alabaster foam emerged the head of a giant eel, which let out a screech that rent the sky. It bared its glinting sharp canines at them.

"It looks hungry," he remarked with a hint of trepidation.

"It's not going to eat us!" Forkinmybutt said firmly. Ever prepared, she whipped out her weapon. "Go! I'll protect you. I'll make sure of it!"
"Wait! Forkinmybutt! I want to help!" Essaean, too, was prepared.

"Essaean..." she started to say, but there was no time to argue -- the eel lunged for her, and she jumped away, the eel's teeth burying itself in the sand. Then they launched a counter-strike: Forkinmybutt struck a blow first, along the beast's back, and then Essaean second, along the eel's exposed underside. The monster roared in outrage before slipping back into the sea.

Panting for breath, Forkinmybutt asked, "Are you hurt?"

Essaean shook his head. "I'm fine."

"That was more trouble than I bargained for." She offered him her hand. "Stick tight. You never know what else might spring out of the sea."

Essaean held onto her hand as the radiant carrot-colored sunset began to fill the sky.
The end!