Blue eyes snapped open, revealing a blank almost dead gaze. The pools of blue flashed, letting a slightly more electric shade course through them before the man blinked, reopening his eyes to reveal a mesmerizing pair of deep blue eyes.

The man's pupils traveled downward to rest on the still peacefully sleeping woman by his side as he carefully propped his face on his hand to have a better look at her somewhat delicate face.

Only her figure reflected itself in his eyes as he began to appreciate her features once more. First her eyebrows, then her lashes, nose, and at last, her lips.

His eyes flashed with hidden emotions, his mind replayed their eventful night as satisfied yet dotting smile settled on his lips.

No matter the world, no matter how many times he guided her, her oral skills we're still lacking.

His eyes traveled down her silhouette, lingering on the form of her legs for a bit before he went back to staring at her face.

Well, she didn't lack stamina.

He cracked his neck in a used practice, and as if finding his inner reflection funny, chuckled. The low sound sending vibration along his torso.

He gently lifted his left hand and habitually tucked one of her brown locks behind her ear. He appreciated the minute trembling of her lashes before reaching and stroking her cheek.

Perhaps was it the feeling of her skin against his, he shivered, his tongue peeking out of his mouth to lick his upper lip. He felt a bit— hungry.

He forced his eyes shut, refraining this surging craving for the woman as he carefully exhaled.

Not yet.

Resuming his staring, he easily caught the woman's twitching as she emerged from oblivion. He wondered, was it time yet or would he 'forget' again before once more 'remembering.' He snickered.

Host 105874345— Host— Ellena gently fluttered her eyes open, greeting the sight of her beloved's devilishly charming smile, she couldn't refrain the blush from spreading over her cheeks.

Ah, the look of want in his eyes.

Careful, she scoots closer to his chest, soon leaning her head against his warm topless torso she inhales his scent in silent content.

"'Morning," she greets, voice slightly muffled by his chest and hoarse from their late-night activity.

She hears him humming and feels him lightly shivering, most probably from her warm breath against his skin she deducts. The pleasing voice of her lover, raspy from the morning enters her ears and she smiles, satisfied.

She feels his body shift, and soon his lips are atop of her head, planting a loving, devoted kiss on the crown of her hair.

She sighs, feeling complete and relishes in the peaceful silence that settles between them.

''Morning, Lorn.'

Sounds of statics echo in her mind before a male voice answers. Its tone unnatural and the rhythm of its voice unbalanced and robotic.

'Good morning to the Host,' it greets, statics following its words. 'Does the Host need anything,' it monotonously asks.

Host— rather, Ellena, silently traces the edges of her man's chest with her nimble fingers, loving the way his strong muscles would contract under the feather-light touches of her fingertips.

'You said, once I found Happiness you would give it to me,' she reminded, leaning to plant a chaste kiss on the man's firm lips.

'That is right, Host. As System LOVELORN, my goal is to give satisfaction to the poor Souls of the Small Worlds. For the host who completes the tasks, I promised to help them reach Happiness. Host needs only to say the word and this system will follow Host's wish to Happiness.'

Ellena smiles, satisfied by the system's answer. She dismisses the statics, a silent reminder to tell her that it is now offline, and immerses herself in her lover's captivating pools of blue.

She loves his eyes, no matter their color they always seemed to mesmerize her. But if she had to say, she probably loved them more in dark red.

The memory of their third world together crosses her mind, he was truly intimidating as a Vampire Lord she thought.

Her hand caresses his chest, to rest just above his heart, feeling his steady yet slightly faster than normal heartbeat under her fingertips, she smiles.

He was there, with her, alive.

In the third world, while he was part of the Vampire community, she belonged to the Church and the Vatican. The memory of the wooden stake planted in his chest remained one of her most vivid memory of the world. She was, after all, the one who stabbed him.

"I love you," she whispers, and the vibration in his chest, as he answers her feelings, lulls her into a state of pure bliss and relaxation.

Truly, he was her Happiness. No matter the world, identity or circumstances, he was her Happiness. Her One and Only.

"Say," she calls out, lifting her head to stare into his powerful gaze, full of love and affection, something only she ever got to experience. "Let's be together forever. In this life, and the next one, and every single life after them. Always together," she murmurs. "Doesn't it sound fantastic?"

She watches him smile, and she knows she has never seen him so happy before. "Let us be together forever," he answers.

Ellena's heart flutters at his words, she breaks into a bright grin. "Forever," she echoes.

'Lorn, I found my Happiness. Let me bring him with me,' she calls.

Answering her: the sound of statics, a pause, she knows the system is online and most probably gauging her words. But she is certain, this man is her Happiness, the meaning of her life, without him she can't go on. And she feels tired of all those worlds, those tasks, the novelty has long since disappeared, she simply wishes to spend the rest of her life with him.

At last, System LOVELORN answers, voice lacking any filtration that may betray its feelings— if it ever had some.

'Are you certain, Host,' it inquires, voice followed by the usual sound of statics. 'Once you've decided, Host won't be able to turn back,' it factually reminded.

Ellena, of course, doesn't doubt herself. It's been five worlds spent with him already since she first thought of it. Not counting those where he didn't appear, she doesn't want to risk it anymore. She wants to settle down with him and live a life of leisure.

'I am,' she ascertains not missing a beat.

She hears the sound of statics and her heart warms at the thought of her System. Although LOVELORN is extremely professional and lacks in the emotional department, she knows it worries for her.

'Okay,' it states before its voice turns all the more robotic as if reciting a script readied for the occasion. 'The assimilation of the foreign Soul with Host is no small matter and requires perfect cooperation and agreement from both Host and the Soul. The process may begin at any moment when Host asks for it. It is advised for the Host and Soul to be as relaxed as possible to ensure no trouble emerges while the process is ongoing. A suitable situation would be when the Host and Soul are sleeping,' it recites.

Ellen smiles, content, fulfilled.

Tonight, they would do it tonight.

In the System community, if there was one famed System, both famous and infamous, loved and hated, admired and loathed, it was System FATELESS. As one of the leading Systems, one of the Big Data, FATELESS had his fair amount of both Fans and Anti-Fans.

He was an old Soul now, most probably one of the oldest if not the oldest of the System community, he didn't lack in experience and apprentices. Truth be told, FATELESS didn't lack in anything.

Much like every other member of the Big Data, FATELESS needn't do tasks often to live, nor did he need to find a Host for all it mattered, complying with their whining and putting up with their irksome and tactless personality.

FATELESS didn't know what race was the most annoying to have as Host, to him, there were only two types of people. On one side the System community, on the other side, the rest of the population, every dimension included.

FATELESS was a model System, he belonged to the top and the number of people who tried to imitate his way of growth but miserably failed was countless. He had long since stopped counting, merely assigning a Junior System as his assistant to charge these people with fines every time one tried to mimic his trick.

Hands stuffed in a white suit, an outfit he gained in his early days as a System, his 'lucky item' so to say, FATELESS casually made his way into the System space. The suit was a gift from one of his first Hosts, more precisely, a gift from the Host who helped him create his fail-proof plan to climb the ladder. It held a special place in FATELESS' code, much like the Host. This Host, it probably was the only one whose name he remembered without having to refer to their serial number.

The large imposing door to the room opened themselves upon his arrival, revealing to the lounging Systems the arrival of another System who recently either broke or finished his contract with its Host.

The door opening was a regular occurrence, it usually happened once or twice a day, for the number of working Systems was great. It was only after FATELESS took a step inside the hall that it turned silent, the aura from one who belonged to the Big Data was too much for others to ignore.

Strings of code focused on him in the form of a multitude of pair of eyes, FATELESS disregarded them, merely walking up to the front desk to register his late Host. It was the procedure, first, a System would submit a request for a Host, then once accepted he would be sent to the Pool of Souls where lingering Souls were. Second, they would form a contract, forced or not was up to the system and then they would select a few Worlds to go in, lastly, once the contracts finished the System would come to register his Host's data, what it did to complete the tasks so that they got updated.

"Lord FATE," the receptionist greets in practiced courtesy. 

She didn't bat an eyelash when she saw the white-haired man, she belonged to the FORTUNE faction, as one of the receptionists specifically chosen by Lady FORTUNELESS, another one of the Big Data, she was used to such presence.

FATELESS didn't show any sign of discomfort to the name FATE. LESS was more of a family name than anything. A sign to show he belonged to the Big Data. His hand reached over the counter and his fingers blurred. Soon statics enveloped them, his palm vanished in a strange cloud of code and the counter underneath reacted, strings of letters and numbers succinctly appearing and disappearing.

The receptionist stole a glance at the strings that appeared before her, confirming there wasn't any error she gave a firm nod.

"Thank you for your patronage, Lord FATE," the says with a bow. "Your registration is now complete. Do you wish to integrate some Data from the late Host?" she asks, her fingers nimbly gliding on the floating screen as she goes through the said Host's updated files.

"The emotion department," he states, and as if anticipating his request a floating screen pops up in front of him. Atop of it is the Host's serial number— it is up to the System to name their Hosts, and underneath the name of the section: Emotional Quotient.

His eyes carefully read over the finished pile of data, though he had a quick overview it couldn't compare to the FORTUNE faction's ability to organize them. In a used fashion, he skipped the part about revenge, plotting, manipulating, those things he understood them all too well, they wouldn't help him later on. What's more, Hosts usually were well versed in those domains.

Soon, he reached his desired corner, a devious smirk crept up his face: Love.

He wasn't interested in the fleeting emotion called love, he had no desire to fall in love himself, simply, as it was something he didn't fully grasp it also was his biggest flaw, it was to be expected from someone as efficient as System FATELESS to work to correct his flaws.

With relish, he read over the data, integrating everything to his code to remember them.

"Oho? Lord Heartbreaker came back already?"

FATELESS lifts his gaze, already recognizing the Data without having to look at it, he greets the newcomer with a nod.

"So, FATE, won't you tell your old friend END how it went," the man asks, throwing an arm around the other male's shoulder good-naturedly. His eyes easily catch sight of the floating screen and he allows himself to sneak a peak. He smirks.

"Oh oh oh? You went for a girl this time?"

FATE gives a curt nod, brushing the screen with the palm of his hand as it disappears. "Yes, I realized the ratio male-female was a bit off, my last ten Hosts were girls," he provides. He gives the receptionist a nod before he walks away, ENDLESS following right behind.

END whistles in appreciation at the even number, unlike FATE, END liked to laze around more, only fetching a Host to entertain himself from time to time. As a member of the Big Data, he didn't need to bother himself with completing tasks and the like, his Juniors worked enough for him to slack off.

"Are you going to go into the Pool again?" he asks, both boredom and indignation lacing his voice. He didn't want to spend his time complaining to FORTUNE once FATE left, his instinct told him the female System would hack him before he even set foot in her office.

FATE hums. "Probably," he confirms with a nod.

END whines. "Come on, slack off for a bit, don't leave me alone with FORTUNE this old lady, again," he cries, his hand reaching to tug at the male's suit.

FATE sent him an unimpressed look. The man was much taller and sturdier than him, him trying to act spoiled, currying favors, it wasn't cute at all. 

With one swift move, his arm and sleeve turn in strings of code, easily bypassing END's Herculean grip. "Stop it, it's disgusting," he coldly orders before rearranging his suit. "Also, watch your words, we haven't left FORTUNE's territory," he scolds with a sneed, already relishing in the sturdy male's upcoming suffering.

END stills, mechanically looking back to see if FORTUNE was here before gazing back at FATE's face. His eyes follow FATE's finger that points at his terminal as he sharply inhales. With trembling fingers, he opens his communicator.

10 missed calls, 243 missed messages. 

He gulps when he sees the sender's name.

FORTUNELESS

He was so dead.