Oz: Smashing Redemption

Hello there! I'm Jayne from JJProductions and I'm happy to post the first story of the JJProduction team. The AU of the Wizard of Oz! Some of you may recognise it as the alternate universe where Pikana's contest winning piece 'Blizzard Primroses' took place! My girlfriend and I are the creators of this AU and with help from our *pathetic* beta Pikana, we're happy to present this to you today!

The first chapter closely follows the original storyline... but you're in for a heart attack next chapter ;) This isn't a parody of the wizard of oz... it's a whole new world.

We do not own Super Smash Brothers or The wizard of Oz. We just want you to enjoy the story.

Have fun reading!

The world was a very huge place; so huge that not everyone has seen most of it. Aside from all the cities and towns, the smallest town of all sat alone between two mountains and two oceans, safe from the outside world. That town was Smashville and it hasn't had much outside influence. Just a little ways outside of the small town, a tiny, insignificant farm sat, which was Smashville's source for food. A narrow dirt road connected the farm with Smashville. Carriages traveled the road once a week, carrying food back to town.

"Come on Popo, that stupid whore will catch us if we don't hurry." The boy, Popo, winced at his brunette friend's foul language but complied to the girl's demands. Both male and female's black boots kicked up the dirt of the road, occasionally skidding on idle rocks.

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," he laughed as he pulled up his blue overalls, "I bet I'll beat you to the fence." His companion's twinkling blue eyes locked on the rickety wooden fence and then back at the brown of her best friend.

"Bring it." The two picked up their pace, the muscular young boy eventually overtaking the girl with much complaint from the latter. They huffed and puffed as they pulled up to the finish line, Popo grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"You cheat..." she panted, "I'm wearing a bloody dress and apron."

"Tough Toberone Nana, you agreed," Popo smirk, running his hands through his shaggy brown hair. He looked down at her. "I didn't think we'd be able to get away from her," he said to Nana. "Did she hurt you?"

"No, and if anyone, she would have hurt you!" Nana said, somehow finding her energy again and whacking her friend on his head, "What were you thinking? Calling Old Samurai Goroh's mistress fat! Right after stealing his eggplants as well!"

"You said you were hungry... how was I supposed to know he was going to try and shoot us?" Nana stared at him blankly as she jumped over the fence leading to the farmhouse.

"The way Goroh picked up his rifle and yelled he was going to shoot you?" Popo laughed sheepishly as he too jumped over the fence and walked onto the Kuraima's farm. It was common knowledge that Popo's family, the 'Climbers' as they were nicknamed, worked for Nana's family; and if that wasn't known, then knowing that Nana and Popo were best friends were. You wouldn't see the heir to the small farm without her worker boy no matter where you went.

The two boredly strolled back to the house, spotting their fathers laughing away about something involving pigs and chickens.

"Nana Aisu Kuraima! Popo! Get in here now!" The two grimaced, Nana's mother was at the door, arms crossed and looking pissed as hell. His partner copied her stature. Popo sweat-dropped. Nana looked almost exactly like her mother, minus her height. They even had the exact same pissed expression which could only ensure their dismay.

"Yes?"

"Don't sound innocent with me you two, I just got a call from Farmer Goroh..." Popo was ready to take the blame like a good worker but Nana's sharp tongue intervened.

"Hey! He tried to shoot us! Give us a break!" she huffed. The mother and daughter gave both death glares but being the mature adult, the woman sighed and spoke much more calmly.

"Nana, we go through this every day..."

"But this time he really meant it! There's a bullet hole in his fence where he tried shooting Popo..."

"Just like the last time?" Both were silent. They had thought Mrs. Kuraima didn't know anything about that. They had agreed that because Popo was already in Mrs. Kuraima's bad books and to give her an excuse to get rid of him...

She actually thought he was a bad influence. He was the good Samaritan here! He was certainly not a 'ruffian'!

"Where are your heads, you two? Don't you have any brains in there?"

"Of course I do. So does Popo! Right?" Nana answered. Popo knew better, to keep his mouth shut and maybe walk away from trouble with just a slap on the hand... but Nana got them into a bigger grave. "Our brains are perfectly fine!"

"Why don't you use them? Whenever you come home from Smashville, don't walk by Goroh's place and that will stop both of ya getting into his garden." With that said, the tall brunette stalked over to the broken tractor to help the men; but not before shooting a disapproving look at the brunette boy.

Nana began getting the impression that no one was going to help her with their problem. Stupid crazy Goroh's mad shooting, his lazy, insulting wife and how Popo was not to blame...

"I hate both of them," Nana huffed as she stormed off. The boy couldn't tell if she was talking about her own kin or their neighbors.

"Come on Nana, it's not that big of a deal," Popo comforted as he grabbed a bucket of food scraps and followed her.

"Yes it is, tubby needs to get what he deserves," the girl muttered, dusting her pink apron.

Feeling a little bored, she climbed up onto nearby fence, the pig pen, and began walking along, keeping her balance. Behind her, Popo began feeding the pigs- chores he neglected. While he poured the bucket, Popo watched the girl keep her balance as she walked along the fence, thinking about Samurai Goroh and his delicious eggplants. "You know, Nana," Popo started, "If you're afraid of Goroh this much, why don't you stand up to him?"

"But I'm not afraid of him!" Nana insisted, "Why, next time he gives me trouble, I'd go right up to his face and…" Nana's scream stopped Popo grabbed Popo's attention as he spun around to see the brunette fall of the fence and into the pig pen. The pigs began surrounding her, nuzzling her with their noses.

"Hey!" Popo hopped over the fence and forced his way through the pigs. He lifted Nana off of the ground and carried her to the side of the fence, where he put down outside of the pen. As he began climbing over the fence himself, he could hear his mother voice calling for his best friend.

Obviously, the woman had seen Nana fall when she glanced out of the kitchen window. "Nana! Are you alright?" Popo's mother asked, still making her way to the scene.

"I'm fine. Popo saved me." Nana informed.

"Thank goodness," Mrs Climber said, smiling warmly, "come inside where it's safe." With that, she began walking back toward the house.

Nana stayed a little while longer, coughing and spluttering out any of the greasy mud that had made its way onto her. She watched as Popo sat down next to the pig pen and she noticed that he was breathing faster.

"Popo! You were more afraid than I was," she laughed

The brunette lowered his head in embarrassment, but tried to cover it up by turning away and switching on the hose. "I… was just afraid you'd hurt yourself, that's all." Nana spread her arms out as her best friend hosed down the mud.

"Yeah… right," she chided. Popo would have retorted if not Mrs. Climber called from the kitchen.

"Hurry up you two," she said as she passed some towels to Nana, "Lunch is ready."

Both families all began walking toward the house, each one equally starved. However, Nana remained outside, allowing Popo to help dry her off, insisting that he should have kept two eyes on her. She sat down and began wondering about something.

"There's so much pain and hardship around here," she muttered to Popo, causing him to lift his head up.

"There's probably pain and hardship everywhere. No where's perfect, right?"

She began wondering again. "Maybe there is a perfect place. A place full of happiness… a place people can go to release their worries and just be happy. It's a hard place to get to. You can't there in a car or a spaceship. It's… somewhere over the rainbow!" Popo stared at her and shook his head, resisting the urge to laugh.

"Is your hunger making you loony?"

"Oh shut up."

"Life is good here at least. It's a small town. We don't have to worry about terrorism or any of that stuff," he grinned as he wiped her face. "There's goodness to oppose badness."

"Well say sayonara to goodness and say hello to grounding," Nana muttered as she nudged her friend, "I want to see the world!"

All the goodness in the said world seemed melt away as Samurai Goroh pulled up the dirt road in his car; stopping next to the wooden fence surrounding the farm. There, he waited to be greeted where Popo's laid-back father was the one to greet him.

"What brings you here?" Mr. Climber asked, casually.

"I want to see your son... and Nana," he responded flatly.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes. It's that boy of her's. It took my best produce!"

"Oh… she took it from you?" the man joked.

"No. Your son."

"Oh… she took your son?" Goroh shot him a furious glance, not being the mood for any jokes. "I'm sorry. Come on inside. We'll talk."

Ten minutes passed as Goroh angrily explained to both the Kuraimas and the Climbers what had happened. Nana and Popo sat silently for a moment, trying to find a solution as they all ate lunch silently.

"What if they stop coming down that path or have an adult supervising? They're polite when they want to..."

"Today was my final warning. That boy needs to be put to work... or military school" the grumpy farmer warned.

"No! Go way! Or… or… I'll punch you!" Nana shouted, jumping in front of Popo. Mrs. Kuraima shot Nana a look and dragged the girl down back into her chair.

"That boy is going to be put in school. I already talked to a soldier about it. Do you really want to go against the soldiers?" Samurai Goroh said, still talking to Mrs. Climber. The soldiers... their farm still belonged to the government after all; even if it was under Nana's folks' names. They could take everything away. The work of generations of Kuraima folk.

Both parents gave Nana a sad look, "…I'm sorry. We can't go against the soldiers. Popo's going to have to go."

"No… mother… father… don't let him take him!" Nana pleaded. Popo was looking down, as if he accepted this punishment and was fighting the urge to cry. "It was all my fault. I let him get away with everything. I should be the one to be punished."

Popo's father knew what he had to do, even though he didn't want to do it. "Take him out to the car, we'll send his things as soon as possible," he mumbled miserably.

Nana was crying insanely as she watched her best friend being taken outside and got him settled into the car. Popo place a hand to the window pathetically as Nana stood at the front door and watched as Goroh took off down the road. Unable to deal with the grief, Nana turned around and ran to her room; ignoring the four adults and weeping. There, she dropped down onto the floor by her bed and cried.

About halfway between the farm and Smashville, Popo had an idea for an escape plan. It was pretty simple really and when he had realised the simplicity of it, he would have face palmed. Stupid girly emotions preventing him from seeing the manly way how to get out.

With eyes on the road and music on high, he doubted the farmer would spot him. Popo wound down the window and squirmed out of his seatbelt. After holding his breath and making sure he wasn't being watched, he squeezed out of the window; landing on the dirt track. Thankfully, the car wasn't moving all that fast.

"Tell military school this private won't be in attendance," he smirked as the farm boy began sprinting back home.

When he reached the front fence, he frowned. His parents just sent him away and didn't fight much for him. Why were adults such cowards? Surely the military wasn't as scary as his father with the rifle he used to shoot foxes. Popo was still a little sore and even resentful to his parents... though he didn't show it. Who would give their son up without a fight? Even despite circumstances... Ah forget trying to defend them. It was clear he didn't want to see them yet.

Instead, he crept round to the back where Nana's bedroom window was wide through it. He gave a running start and leapt through it, starling the brunette inside a little.

"Missed me?" "Popo!" Nana shouted, happily. "You got away."

"Awww, you sound like you're surprised." She hugged her best and only friend like she never had before, but then a terrible thought occurred to her. "He'll be back for you." she said. "We have to go away… far away."

"Wait... what?"

She pulled a suitcase out from underneath her bed and began packing everything she needed for a long trip.

"Nana, we don't have to go..."

"You don't want to go to military school, I don't wanna stay here without you. We'll just go over to Uncle Mac's house for the summer until Old Goroh forgets our faces." Popo gave a sigh, staring at the purple bedroom and pocketing a few photos of the two together.

"I have no way of convincing you otherwise eh?" he asked the headstrong girl.

With a slam of the suitcase, she smirked back at him before running out. Popo frowned as Nana came back with his packed bag- his parents were fast to pack up after him. However, the slight feelings of resentment were hidden by Popo's amusement at the determination on his partner's face. He gave a laugh and helped her climb out the bedroom window before following suit.

Before long, the two of them were walking down another dirt road in the opposite direction of Smashville.

The two were joking and laughing away as they ran. Ranting about how they were fugitives and they could experience 'life on the run'. Rants weren't long, as about five minutes into the journey, Nana spotted a circus wagon.

"What are you doing?" Popo asked as he sudden was given Nana's suitcase.

"Come on, I wanna look!"

Full of curiosity, she walked down the small hill to check out the wagon. Just then, a blonde woman stepped out of the wagon, wearing some kind of weird Lucario costume- the Pokemon that she liked from the video games. Afraid of her strange look, Nana turned around to run back up the hill.

"Whoa, whoa! Take it easy!" The woman said gently, stopping the girl in her tracks. "I won't hurt you."

Also clad in a pink dress, the woman walked over to a campfire she had built; a hotdog on a stick in her hand. "What brings you here?" she asked.

Nana opened her mouth to say something, but the woman interrupted, "Wait, don't tell me. You're visiting a friend? No, that's not it. You're going to town to shop? No, that's not it either. You're… uh… you're running away!"

"How'd you know?" Nana asked, glaring suspiciously.

"I just took a guess," the Lucario woman said. "Now, why are you running away? Don't tell me! You're having trouble at home… they don't understand you… you wanna see new places…"

"Wow. That's, exactly, what I want to do."

Taking advantage of the situation, Popo snatched the a hotdog off the campfire and gobbled it up. "Popo! That's not polite!"

"I was starving!" he insisted taking another bite

"Ah, don't worry about. Help yourself. That's one dog to another," the woman giggled as she put another hotdog at the end of her stick and roasted it. Popo didn't know how to respond to being called a dog.

"Um… who are you?"

"Me? I'm Peach. Diva Peach. I'm just traveling around… seeing new places," the woman said. "I learned a new trick. Would you like to see, dear?" She sounded a lot older then she looked. Nana looked at Popo who shook his head, no doubt thinking about rapists and pedophiles.

"I don't know…" Nana said. "we should be going."

"It won't take long." With that, Peach stood up and began walking toward the wagon. She didn't seem to care if Nana followed or not.

Nana had the sudden feeling that she could trust Peach. She didn't know what it was... it was almost like her soul was calling her to join the Lucario-woman. She stepped into the wagon.

"Nana, what are you..."

"Popo, stay outside. If I yell then get help or help me. After all, what harm can it be just to see one little trick?" she asked, as she walked inside. The room was pink and smelt like burning salt. There was nothing on the floor but the walls were covered in jaded beads and flowed with silk.

Peach sat down at a small table and pulled the cloth off of it, revealing a crystal ball. "I learned how to see the future," she said. She gestured to the other wooden chair "Would you like me to see yours?"

Fascinated, Nana sat down on the other side of the table, "Sure."

"Okay. Close your eyes and concentrate."

As Nana sat with her eyes closed, Peach began rubbing the crystal ball."What's this?" she asked. "I see a woman… a woman with brown hair wearing a red dress."

"That's my mother," Nana informed. "What's she doing?"

"She's calling out for someone. Oh, no!"

"What's wrong?"

"She's dropping to her knees. Now she's holding her heart."

"Is she hurt?"

"Yeah… but in a way that can't be cured by medicine. She lost someone… someone she loves very much… someone she took care of everyday." Her voice faltered a bit, as if she was recalling a distant memory. Nana, however, opened her eyes in shock.

"…Me?" she asked. "Oh, no… I have to get back to her before something even more awful happens to her!"

The naieve girl got up from the table and began walking fast toward the exit. "I appreciated your company!" Peach called, saying her good-bye.

"I'm sorry I can't stay longer. I have to get back home. Bye!" With that, Nana hopped out of the wagon and began running home.

"Be wary of the weather!"

"Nana?"

"Come on! There's trouble at home!" she yelled as she sprinted.

"What the hell?" He muttered, stuffing another sausage in his mouth. "Wait up!"

Back on the farm, the wind began to pick up speed, which only meant one thing: a tornado. Every person on the property began to make their way toward the shelter- a concrete room under the house, firmly in the ground. Nana's father stood holding the shelter door open and let everyone else go in ahead of him. Popo's mother was the first one to enter, who was keeping Nana's mother from being blown away. Popo's father brought up the rear, helping the other man close the door as he passed.

Not long after they closed the door, the brunette ran by and into the house, looking for everyone.

"Mom! Dad!" she screamed as she ran all through the house, but found no trace of anyone.

"Forget it Nana! They're already in the shelter! Let's go." The wind was wild and everything was chaotic. All Nana could do was nod as Popo grabbed her wrist and brought her back outside. "Give me a hand with the shelter door!" It was locked. Pull and knock as they might, the raging tornado prevented them from getting anywhere. Desperate to get into a safety zone, Nana began kicking the door, trying to get someone's attention. No one opened the door, thinking that the pounding was just debris being thrown about.

Feeling vulnerable, Nana did the only thing she could think of: run back inside. Grabbing Popo, she ran inside and into her room.

"What are we going to do?" she yelled at her friend. Popo opened his mouth but from the window, a rock whacked him into the head and he slumped unconscious. "Popo!" but before she knew it, her window frame blew inwards and slammed into her head. She fell onto her bed, unconscious.

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