"Stop! Stop right there!" A childish voice shouted.

"Skippy?! Wha ... what are you doing here?" Mori stammered breathlessly and stared incredulously at the taut bow in his student's hand.

"I am now a companion of Torin Hood," said the little one proudly, winking at the teacher and pulling his bow a little harder.

"No! ... Stop these silly jokes, my child. Never shoot at people! I forbid you! ... You're still too young for that!" Then the scientist in Mori chan reappeared and he forgot his own fear a little. But Skippy was not in the mood for his lessons.

"You have nothing more to say to me. From now on I'm a hero too. No matter how big. ...and I'm gonna prove it to you!" He pointed to the side with his gun in his hands, felt very important, pulled a sinister crook's face and waved again. Mori took a few confused steps to the left. A fatal mistake. At the same moment, he gasped for air like a fish on land, feeling only the rope that wrapped itself around his ankles in a flash. A pain went through his leg as the rope tied tightly and pulled the ground from under his feet. He was pulled up with a tremendous jerk and immediately thereafter dangled head down from the branch of a large beech tree. Struggling helplessly and cursing loudly, he bounced back and forth without a chance to get free.

"Ah, you little good-for-nothing ... I'm going to give you extra detention ... let me down from here right now, or I'll kick your little ass until he's ..."

"Boy, oh, boy, somebody's really pissed off." Torin stood next to Skippy and gave him a handshake. "You did really good, little hero." Mori snorted disdainfully. He couldn't see anything because his back was turned to them. His energies had finally left him, and he dangled slightly back and forth like a lifeless lunch.

"He is truly your teacher?" wanted to know the deep voice and the said one had goose bumps running down his body.

"Yes, ... that's master Mori chan ... but everybody calls him ..." the tall blond man interrupted the boy by holding a finger to his mouth. Then he sneaked quietly up to the prisoner who was positioned just high enough for their heads to be at the same height. Only when he was close enough and could already smell the surprisingly fresh scent of the disheveled curl, did he wisely reach out for Mori's limply hanging arms, pull him slightly towards him and breathe into his ear:

"Maid Mori chan...?" Then he turned him slowly towards himself and was visibly positively overwhelmed. Even though the expression on Mori's face was anything but friendly.

"Oh, ... I ... am not a maiden!" the hanged man spat at the man in front of him and wanted to get his hands free, but this was impossible. Torin made no attempt to let him go or to leave him.

"Sure, I can see that ... and to be honest I am quite happy about it. The female people are sometimes quite complicated and dominant, take too much time and would be a burden in the end. We are a small group of musicians and I have to admit that I only want your voice." He eyed his catch from top to bottom and nodded with satisfaction. "But now that I can finally get to know you, I realize we will be a wonderful match." Again he turned him around once and let his big eyes wander over the narrow body.

"What? No, what are you doing?! A meat inspection like at the Mezger! Who the hell are you anyway?!" Mori still shouted at him angrily. But his rage was now more directed at himself, since he had been hanging on the blond man's lips as if banned. He had to close his eyes to avoid staring, but even then, he could still see the prominent chin and sleepy eyes in front of him. What the hell happened here? For the second time that day, he would have dissolved into thin air to avoid having to feel those warm hands on his, and to hear that deep rough throaty voice so close to his ears.

"You really have no idea?" Torin asked playfully shocked and looked at his little helper. The two heroes raised their shoulders at the same time, unknowingly, and looked at each other with a smile. Then Torin said:

"Your teacher seems to be very poorly informed or needs glasses. But nevertheless, I will certainly confront this portrait painter". He pulled the dangling man further towards him, raised his hands to his own face and put his cramped fingers on his cheeks. "Come on, I'll give you a hint... the poor man's hero?" His breath was so near that it merged with the prisoner's and suddenly Mori chan found it hard to swallow, probably also because he was hanging upside down but the lump inside his throat was getting more and more powerful and uncomfortable.

"Torin? ... Torin Hood? ... Where is ... your ... beard?" the curly head stammered irritated, still with narrowed eyes and trembling lips. He should defend himself, shout at him, but he was paralyzed. The only answer was a happy laugh, and the blond breathed a kiss on the delicate fingers in his hands and released them. Mori woke up abruptly again, wanted to strike at him immediately, started fidgeting and scolding again, which only cost him more of his sparse power. He tried to glare at his tormentor and crossed his arms in front of his chest to avoid getting into the same situation as before, but Torin didn't make any more attempts to get close to him.

"I'm sorry if I got too far into your personal domain and I promise you it will not happen again if you join me and my crew. He grinned boldly, almost challenging, and waited for the reaction of the visibly pouting man.

"What marvelous views. ... but I prefer to remain here, thank you." The objection came, but Mori actually wanted nothing more than to get his aching foot out of that loop. His head was throbbing from the increased blood circulation, his cheeks were glowing in an unnatural redness and in general he felt so ruthlessly at the mercy of this Torin Hood that he even got dizzy.

"You won't last for long, Master Mori chan." Now Skippy had to consider that he already felt a little sorry for his teacher. "Sooner or later your stomach will complain, your foot will jump out of joint and finally your head will burst. I would not wait too long. Torin is cool, ... look what he teaches me already." The student proudly presented his bow, took a new arrow, and aimed at the bundle that was hanging helplessly from the tree.

"Skippy! Heavens no! Don't shoot me! I didn't mean it that way," shouted Mori hysterically, but at a sign from the blond man, the boy raised his hands a little higher and as he fired, Torin jumped forward and caught the falling man in his arms.

"Gotcha. ... And no one will dare to bend even one of your beautiful hairs. ...I swear..." He kneeled down with his load, stroked a dark curl from Mori's forehead and smiled carefully: "My maid Mori chan ...". The little man just moaned devotedly. With his nerves at the end, completely burned out and unable to think clearly, he plunged into a carefree unconsciousness.

I wonder what will happen to him when he wakes up again?