They say you shouldn't meet your heroes... But 'they' never said anything about kissing them.

The only thing you have in mind is the world of trouble you'll be in when your master, Integras Fairbrook Wingates Victoria, finds out that her precious police girl had been injured under your watch. And it wasn't that you, an immortal, feared the human woman. You respected her and your respect was not something you distributed often. (3/3)

This was hardly worth fighting for... But you just don't come between a teenaged girl and her prom. A little bit of humor, a lot of combat.

Right... Wrong... Who knew? Better to retreat than to regret.

The A.D.A. was right… How could she have been so blind? People cared about her. Wonderful, loyal people who put their lives on the line every day just like she did; cared about their jobs like she did; made New York City a safer place to live like she did.

"You two were so close…" Zelda tilted her head, dark eyes curious. She had attended the academy as well, of course, and she had been one of the few princesses that had approached the scared, lonely protector of the stars. "What happened?" It was a long story.

Normally, the brilliant brunette would have scoffed at the very idea of wasting the day away when there was so much to do. Somehow, the pleasant ache between her thighs made her much more willing to take it easy. After all, there was still plenty of holiday left for her to complete her schoolwork… What harm could a few more hours of relaxation do?

You pinch the bridge of your nose tiredly, shifting your glasses carelessly out of the way. Your current guests are spokespeople from a band of civilians that bravely fought ghouls and you had hoped to curry their favour in order to expand your ranks. Thus, they are important guests indeed. But one look at Seras and you know there are things that are far more important. (2/3)

"Drink," Integra commands. "I need you in top condition for tonight." She is your mistress—the master of your master. Her word is law. Still, you hesitate, human morals warring with vampiric instincts. The tall woman turns her palm towards the ground, spreading long fingers so that crimson runs between them. "If a single drop hits the floor, Police Girl, you will be punished."(1/3)

Some bonds are weakened by time, but not this one. Though such a relationship was unbefitting for a princess, Zelda knew that there was no one she'd care for quite as much as Impa. Fluff.