Lin POV

I was walking down the street late at night, I was heading towards the location of my audition for In the Heights, which was sure to be a hit musical sensation. I was really anxious about all of it, so much so that I thought about taking regression therapy, but then a lot of teenage girls direct messaged me about some weird thing called mdlb? And I was all like " I don't speak keyboard " and blocked them.

Anyways, enough sidetracking, I was on the sidewalk, frantically clutching my materials with me as I didn't have enough time to pack my things properly. I didn't have time to eat either, so I held some toast in my mouth and began to let the wet bread seep into my mouth slowly until it dissolved enough to the point where it fell out of my clutches. I tried to catch the saliva-layered bread with my face but I instead made first contact with the hard, burning concrete of summer New York. I laid down at that spot and crawled into a fetal position and started crying, but then I remembered that historical figure, whose name escaped me...regardless, I knew that guy wouldn't give up and neither would I. I looked up brightly at the sky and saw a star passing by me. " Twinkle twinkle bitch, I wish that I was in In the Heights " I thought to myself, only for that bastard ball of gas and space dust to teleport me away from the theater and instead to a weird throne room.

Kublai POV

A minute or so earlier...

I was sitting on my throne, in observation of a man I found to be estranged to say the least. He dressed in a manner that was Latin in nature, but it seemed to be far different from the current attire that the men with round eyes adorned themselves in. His mannerisms and speech were also bizarre, as whenever he was to answer a question to I, The Khan of the Great Yuan, he would reply to it in the form of a strange song-like tone. I have heard many Latins regard our throat singing techniques as an oddity of art, but I believe even they would be taken aback by the man's manner of speech. " What is your name again? " I asked, pressing my fingers against the arms of my throne, giving a tired sigh as the foreigner wound himself back up again, beginning to do a little dance.

" My name is Alexander Hamilton and I'm into mdlb, that is why I supported transatlantic slavery- "

The foreigner was cut off as another Latin suddenly descended from above him, landing on top of him. Despite the hard nature of the floor, both men had pleasure marked across their faces, as if the soft landing and the hard pressure did something to appease the two of them. I felt a blush come across my face as I looked upon the round eyed man, genuinely bewildered by his sudden appearance.

Hamilton POV

I was simply vibing and singing a good tune when this handsome stranger showed up, even though it was rude to interrupt me when I break into song, having him land on top of me was very hot. " Holy shit, this isn't the Heights..." The stranger said, getting up and looking around the area.

I got up and covered my face with my sleeve to cover my blush, only to feel a crimson substance leak out from my nostrils...I think I was in love. I then looked to Kublai, who always had something to say, it was just a matter of if he needed or felt like saying such. " I do not know of these heights you speak of, but what you stand before is the greatest empire in the world...only second to that of my grandfather, Chingiss " The Khan replied, a look of pride an intrigue still marked all over his face, of not intensified.

" I do not know where I am or who any of you are...but I need to get back to my audition urgently...so I humbly ask that I be- "

Kublai slammed his fist on the side of the throne. " You will not order me around, Latin! I am the Great Khan of the Great Khanate! From now on, you two shall serve in my court as my servants...or examples of what will happen to the nations that defy the divine mandate that I have been given..." He replied rather quickly.

His voice had an intensity to it, not only that, but an immense gravity to it. He could tell me anything and I was more than likely to believe him just because of the way he said it. Maybe I could pick up a tip or two from him in order to become the next president of the US of A. " Great Khan I implore you, let us adore you. Allow us to become servants indentured so that we may compensate for our sudden venture "

Kublai let out a groan. " You both will serve in my court then, I hope you will learn to only speak when spoken to, Mr Hamilton..." He responded, as two men approached me and the handsome devil that topped me, escorting us on over to our rooms.

The stranger then turned his head to me, all angry and effeminate-like. " I did not agree to this, man. Death is a fate far better than being stuck here and not being in In the Heights..." He whispered to me, he started ranting and raving for a while, but I found his voice to be a calming and wondrous thing, his words became sound after a while, and I didn't mind.

Kublai POV

After the two foreigners had left, peace was restored to the court. I scratched my chin for a bit as I allowed the serene ambience to fill the room, the company of the foreigners would be entertaining to say the least. However, quiet did not last for long as a messenger burst into the court, he did not bother to kowtow, but simply got on his knees immediately. " My Khan...another foreigner among many strangers have arrived in Khanbaliq, a string of murders is occurring as we speak...she appears to be a huntress of her own kind...the victims call her...the Mary Sue..." He explained, to which I simply nodded.

I felt as if there was some kind of metacontex I was supposed to get from this, but no matter. The two foreigners had found themselves a new assignment....