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According to all known laws of biology, there is no way that a bee should be able to marry a human. This would be called bestiality, or perhaps in this case, beestiality. The bee, of course, marries the human anyways. Because bees don’t care what humans think is right or wrong.
It was another simple day at the hive. It had been years since he had sued the entire human race and then realized his mistakes, and now that everything was restored to normal, he was living his life peacefully in the hive. He floated out of bed, put on his usual yellow-black garb (he didn’t feel much like shaking things up a little today), and sharpened his stinger. He flew down the stairs, much to the annoyance of his mother, and sat at the honeycomb table. The sound of his mother continuing to lecture him was quickly drowned out by his thoughts when he remembered he’d be visiting Vanessa that day. Excitement pooled in his body as he thought of seeing her again. He could almost hear her sweet voice already. “Barry, wake up! We have to go!” she was cooing. Wait, what?
“It’s about time!” grumbled Vanessa as Barry awoke with a start.
“Wait, what’s going on?” he questioned, still not fully awake.
“We have to move! Now! The feds have found us!” she panicked back, already carrying multiple bags full of supplies. Barry’s heart sunk, and a cold feeling began to set in. Had they already been discovered? Shortly after Barry had saved the flowers all those months ago, word of his and Vanessa’s relationship had spread. The cheering of civilians considering him a hero slowly faded out, only to be replaced with angry townspeople clamouring for their separation. It wasn’t right, the people had said. A bee and a human? How could such a thing happen? Unthinkable. Eventually the human legal system had gotten involved to shut it down. Now, Barry and Vanessa were on the run, fearing separation at best, and Vanessa’s imprisonment for bestiality and the death sentence for Barry at the worst. The bees had gotten involved too, after all, and they had strict laws against human-bee fraternization.
The couple had picked up their last few bags and were beginning to head out the door when it was kicked in by several FBI members, followed by an angry mob of bees. That was the only door in the safehouse, and they now had nowhere to escape from.
“It’s time for you to give up. This charade has been going on long enough, and this unlawful partnership must be ended at all costs!” the man in charge barked. Several FBI members pulled out various guns, obviously prepared to use them.
“Barry, what do we do?” Vanessa groaned, eyes darting furtively for a solution.
“We fight,” he replied, expression grim. He darted towards one of the angry bees, and kicked him in the ribs. The bee went down, but more took its place. He could sense Vanessa fighting by his side, taking out officers left and right, doing anything to get out safely. It didn’t seem like it, but Vanessa had received intense training from a mysterious man when she was young, and could therefore take down entire groups of people with her skill. Barry himself wasn’t so bad either, seeing as the bees he was fighting had never done anything of the sort before and were mostly acting upon foolish anger. Soon, all the bees had gone down, and only the FBI leader was left standing.
“You haven’t won yet,” he growled, reaching into his pocket. Vanessa reached to stop him, but it was too late. The man produced a gun and shot a bullet straight at her. Barry heard a scream and realized it was his own as he hurtled towards the bullet, attempting to stop it. Just before the bullet made contact with Barry’s body, a small throwing knife swiped it out of the air. The FBI boss furrowed his brow in confusion and turned around. There, everyone saw a small figure with blond hair, reaching for another knife.
“Who the heck- never mind, I’m not dealing with this right now,” the boss huffed, and teleported away from the scene in a flash of red.
“Hey, are you guys okay?” asked the strange figure. Now that he had gotten closer, Barry could see that he was young, maybe about 12, and had an odd looking headband with a spiral design on it.
“Yes, we’re fine, thanks to you. But, who are you in the first place?” Vanessa replied. The kid grinned, in a way that suggested he was a somewhat important person.
“I’m Naruto Uzumaki! Believe it!” he announced.