Mable: My new fic. I haven't finished 'When Arrows Hit the Wrong targets' and I know this, it'll be wrote on soon and isn't discontinued. I don't own Kirby, Enjoy!
New Perspective
Chapter One: A new leaf
I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win.
The rain was heavy and stung horribly. A figure stumbled down the muddy path at a slow pace, "How am I alive? Out of nowhere he slipped and crashed onto the ground. With a small whimper he stood and continued down the slippery dirt road. His yellow wings stretched outward and hit the trees lining the sides of the path. Using a little burst of energy, the wings were retracted and disappeared. He sighed and looked up ahead into the distance.
There was a small village nestled in a small valley, however he was fearful of waltzing into it without a care. This was one of the villages he almost took over when he tried to rule Pop Star, but he decided that it was okay as long as Kirby didn't see him. He knew Kirby was the only one who would recognize him, Kirby was the only one who would be able to recognize Marx. When Marx was done contemplating on what to do he started towards the village slowly.
Marx's felt his drained body struggle against the weather, "I take it back. I don't want to control Pop Star anymore." Even at this point he detested two things; his own idiotic plans that were shot down, and Nova, who brought him back as an insane zombified monster, "How did I survive?" This was the question Marx repeated over and over again. He couldn't figure out how he awoke on Pop Star with merely a little fatigue.
The village was empty even though it was only late afternoon and Marx was sure that it was just because of the storm. After then small thought he kicked open one of the doors to a lit building. Inside where a few groups of creatures, known as Cappies, who were at tables eating. All eyes went onto him and he realized it was because he wings somehow reappeared. With a groan Marx retracted his wings, again, before walking across the room to the creature in chef clothes.
"Water, please." Marx said with a small cough. The chef stuttered for a few seconds before running off to fetch a glass of water. When the chef returned he was holding a glass of water that he placed in front of the shorter, "Here…. Wait, do you need help?" Marx shook his head, "No, no, no. Its fine, I'm okay by myself. He bit onto the side of the glass and tilted back so he was lifting it up.
The water that was dripping down Marx's throat and his front was soothing. The water dripping from his hat and body caused by the rain, not as soothing and more irritating. He put the glass back down, "Thanks, I don't have any way to pay…" The Chef smiled, "It's on the house. You look like you need an extra hand, any place to stay?" Marx didn't really want to take any handouts but knew he had no other choice, "No I'm new here… I'm Marx." He immediately regretted saying this but realized when he noticed that the Chef didn't recognize his name.
"I'm Kawasaki and this is my restaurant. I don't have much but you're welcome to what I do have. How about we make a deal? You can stay here and have a place to stay while working for me. It won't be that hard since I don't have many customers." Marx actually liked this idea; he could finally turn over a new leaf. Make up for the 'I want to control Pop Star' thing. After he nodded Kawasaki smiled, "Great, you can start tomorrow. Until then; I'll make you something to eat and show you my spare bedroom."
After a plate of spicy curry, which practically set Marx's mouth on fire, he was introduced to the small room. "There's no electricity but it's insulated so it stays warm. If there's anything you need then jest tell me." Then Kawasaki left him alone and returned to the dining room of the restaurant. Once he was gone Marx collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.
Mable: That's the end of chapter one! I hope you enjoyed!