Marcapoo Week 2018

Disclaimer: I do not own Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Day 1: First Kiss

"Daddy, when did you first kiss Mommy?" a young voice asked softly.

Surprised by this question, Dr. Marco Diaz looked away from the article he was writing and looked down at his third youngest child. A little girl of six years with flowing red hair, bright golden eyes, and two short horns protruding from either side of her small head.

"Why do you ask, Sephy?" He replied, using his daughter's, Persephone, nickname.

"Remember last month when we went up to Oregon, for cousin Mason's wedding?" Marco nodded remembering the trip to his cousin's small town. "Well, Mary Beth said that kisses are special. So, I was wondering, if you kiss Mommy all the time is it still as special as your first?" Persephone finished.

Marco considered his child's words for a moment. While all his children were well behaved, his wife didn't allow unruliness in the house, Persephone was always watching, observing, calculating. Marco married his wife a month after he graduated, and their third child had turned one. Now, after 15 wonderful years, he was more in love with her than the day they married; their fourteen children proved that and little number fifteen was due in two months.

Marco thought back to that specific kiss, back when he spent sixteen years traveling throughout his wife's dimensions, hunting her and her clones down.

Year: 9, Day: 22 to 26

For years now, he had hunted those clones; blowing out flame after flame. At last count, he was at five hundred and eighteen with only four hundred and eighty-two to go. Some of the years had been kind, he learned much, grew on his own, and survived. Other years had not been so kind. This, particular year, was about to kill him.

*SMACK*

"Wakey, wakey, human. I can't have you falling asleep on me," spoke a shrill grating voice.

Marco opened his eyes, the blurriness coming into focus, to see a tall, slender like feminine figure before him. She, if she actually was a she, had one small blue eye in the center of her face and two long horns emerging from their forehead and curving backwards. She was called Yoklay; and for the past week Marco had been her "guest". She had spent the past week torturing Marco for the location to some ancient relic he had no knowledge of. However, because he had spent a month helping a village, who's shaman knew something, it stood to reason, in her mind, that he knew something.

The past couple of days, her torturing had increased greatly in it's pain and Marco was sure he wouldn't be able to survive much longer. So, he began to think of his own demise and all he would leave behind; all the things he had yet to do, his friends, his loved ones, but mostly he thought of her, Hekapoo. Over the past couple of years, the two had grown close, in a weird 'I'm hunting you kind of way'. At first, he wasn't sure what this emotion was, but now he knew.

It was love.

For some crazy, unexplainable reason, Marco Ubaldo Diaz was in love with Hekapoo: The Forger of Dimensional Scissors and if Yoklay had her way; Marco was never going to see Hekapoo again.

"I'm going to ask, one final time, human. WHERE IS THE OTALONG!" Yoklay shrieked.

"And for the final time," Marco began in a pained irritated voice. "I don't know what you're talking about, with an added 'Fuck You', for good measure."

Yoklay growled in frustration. "That does it you worthless, sack. Keep it and take it to your GRAVE" Yoklay lunged at him, her hands sparking with electricity.

The moment her hands touched him, Marco's nerves lit on fire; the pain consumed his mind. Seconds later, he had passed out, but not before his mind gave him one last image of Hekapoo.

Slowly, like the rising of the sun, he regained consciousness; surprised to discover that he wasn't dead, Marco opened his eyes and saw that he was in a cave of some kind, laying in a bed with bandages on. Before he could think any further on his surroundings, a voice to his right interrupted him. "Hey Marco." He turned to see Hekapoo next to him.

"Hekapoo?! You rescued me?" He asked. It wasn't often anymore, but Hekapoo would save him if he was about to die. Her challenge was meant to be insanely difficult; not deadly.

"Yeah." She replied softly, walking up to the bed he was in and sitting next to him. "Sorry for not coming sooner. When I realized something was up, I couldn't find you and then I looked for you, where I couldn't find you and finally found you."

Marco paused, thinking of what to do with his new realization that he was going to live and that he loved Hekapoo, but then he stopped as he recalled all the years wasted just nodding at Jackie. He had nearly died, it was time to stop being safe.

Without a word, Marco reached his hands out and gently grasped the sides of Hekapoo's face. Then began to pull her closer.

"M-marco what are you doing?" Hekapoo asked as a blush grew rapidly on her face.

"Kissing you," he replied just before he pressed his lips to her own warm, soft lips.

Though the kiss only lasted a few moments, it felt like hours to Marco' hours well spent. As he pulled away, he opened his eyes and saw that Hekapoo's blush was know completely covering her face.

"I- You- We- Wha- Huh?" She sputtered trying to form a sentence to comprehend what had just happened.

"I love you," Marco replied. Not hiding anything from her.

With a gasp of surprise, Hekapoo imploded, he spoke fading away.

As he looked at where the clone had once sat, Marco thought to himself, 'Does that count?'

Having thought of his daughter's question, Marco replied, "I first kissed your mother when I realized I was in love with her. And, every kiss since then has been as special and meaningful as that first kiss."

"Okay, Daddy. Thank you," Persephone nodded, satisfied with the answer her father gave her.

"Is there anything else, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Mommy says it's time for dinner," The young Diaz replied before walking out of her father's study.

Marco saved his work, turned off his computer, and walked to the kitchen to join his wife and help with the last few preparations for dinner.

As he approached her from behind, he gently wrapped his left arm around her and turned her face towards his right hand, and passionately kissed her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. After a moment he broke the kiss and gazed at his wife's blush covered face.

"What was that for?"

"No reason, other than I love you."