(Yosh, the ages-long author's note is at the bottom now! :D
If you haven't seen this before, well, in short, these two characters are my mains and yet that had one thing in common. More on that in the note. Enjoy. :3 )
The bizarre group of skilled fighters had only recently gathered together, after having a few years to themselves. They wanted to start a tournament; however it was only January, so they decided to wait until the weather improved. Spring would come soon enough, but until then, the ground would be covered in a thin layer of snow.
And Falco hated it.
After a week of getting to know the newcomers and catching up on what others have been doing, Falco began to feel out of place. Sure, HE knew he was a great pilot and an excellent all-around fighter in the air and on the ground, but people were slowly driven away by his attitude. And unlike the narcissistic remarks by others, Falco couldn't tell everyone what a great leader he was. The only reason his name was known (as well as the only reason he was even there) was because of Fox.
To some extent, it didn't matter if people liked him or not. He was his own person and he wasn't willing to change.
Yet his lack of admirers brought some odd, new emotion. Was he left out? Was he deprived of attention? Did he miss the others on the Star Fox team?
No, he called it boredom. That's all it was.
That put him outside for a change of pace. He wandered far enough to reach a line of small stores, probably aiming to get publicity from the tournament. They were approaching closing time, though, and there weren't too many people there. He could hear a couple people comment on the "handsome bird" before them, but they seemed to have more fun watching from afar than talking to him.
Squeak, squeak.
No matter. Falco didn't want to meet anyone new, anyway.
Squeak, squeak.
But he waited for something to happen. It was too boring and quiet.
Squeak, squeak.
He shivered. There wasn't any reason to stay out here. He turned around to head back, only to find a big green nose in his face.
"Whoa!" he jumped into a defensive pose, scaring the young sweater-wearing dinosaur in front of him.
"Wahh," Yoshi cried briefly, leaping back as well.
"Oh," Falco muttered, "it's just you." He shrugged and casually walked past Yoshi.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
He couldn't hear the squeaks until he was quite a distance away from the shops. Falco stopped, and so did the weird noises. He turned around and headed away from the mansion again. Hopefully, Yoshi would go back alone.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
Falco turned his head back and glared at him. "Wouldja stop following me? I'd like to walk around without a weird dinosaur following me."
Yoshi hopped once and wagged his small tail a little bit. Clearly, he wasn't going anywhere.
"Hey, I didn't ask you to come all the way out here. What do you want from me, anyway?"
A question he could (and would have to) answer himself. It was a joke among the others that Yoshi was like one of those silly magical creatures (or magical Pokemon, depending on whom you asked) that existed to bring happiness to others and nothing more. He always followed people who seemed the least bit gloomy.
There were a few "smashers" that intimidated Yoshi to the point of where even he wouldn't dare to get in their way. To Falco's dismay, he apparently wasn't one of those people.
With a sigh, Falco rubbed his forehead a little bit and wondered how to get rid of this childlike dinosaur. Yoshi skipped in a circle around him, mumbling a soft little song.
"I don't know what you're thinking, but that's really annoying," he said, closing his eyes. Yoshi stopped. He needed another plan.
POP!
"Ouch, what the...?" An egg had exploded by his head. He glared at Yoshi for a second and noticed he was holding another hollow egg. Where he got those from, no one really knew, but one thing he knew was that his determined eyes indicated that he wanted something different now.
"So, you're up for a fight?" He grinned as Yoshi jumped in excitement. "Ha... you're on!" He grinned and dashed toward Yoshi. He struck him in a split second and knocked him over, making him drop his fragile egg in the snow. Falco brought out his gun, but slipped backwards a little on a sheet of ice. Before he regained his balance, Yoshi ran head first into his stomach. Falco grabbed him and fired his ray gun at his back.
Yoshi recovered from the slush on the ground and swung his tail around, but Falco avoided it. He spun, slapping Yoshi multiple times until he rolled behind Falco and kicked his opponent senselessly. Falco inched back and kicked his reflector toward him. He stepped away and shot his lasers a few times, unable to react fast enough to notice Yoshi leap over his shots and kick him madly from the air.
After several hits, Falco jumped out of the way. Both of them were feeling fatigued, and one of them had to finish it. Falco kicked Yoshi into the air, fired him up higher with his gun, and chased him up. His initial strike missed, as Yoshi swung hinself out of the way, but Falco landed quickly and tried again, launching him higher with a final kick.
Panting, he waited for his opponent to come back, watching foggy breaths emit from his mouth. A heavy, shiny dinosaur trophy landed in front of him. He was quite proud of himself. After dusting his feathered hands, he tapped the figure and brought it back to life.
Yoshi hopped eagerly onto his feet, still packed with as much joyful energy as ever. He reached out his green hand toward Falco, who shook it.
"Nicely done, pipsqueak," Falco told him confidently, "I didn't think you had it in you."
"Yosh," he replied, thanking him for what he took as a compliment.
Falco chuckled lightly to himself, pleased with his brief accomplishment. Something wet chilled his beak for a second, and he looked for the source. The sun was well gone by now, and a few snowflakes were beginning to fall. Now that their fight was over, a wave of cool air swept around them.
"Argh," he groaned, "I was hoping this stupid cold would go away."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Yoshi look at the ground, discouraged now that the bird's irritation came back.
"But uh," he coughed out, "at least when it's all gone, you and I can have a real match, right?"
Yoshi looked up and nodded. Somewhere under his round nose, Falco could see a smile.
"Just do me a favor and practice a little more before then, all right?" he told him, casually walking back to the mansion.
Squeak, squeak.
The noises annoyed him a little bit, but at least he could walk back with the pride in beating his follower in a battle.
As he rubbed his feathered hands together, all he cared about was getting back inside and out of the snow. Suddenly, Yoshi intentionally bumped into his side. The cold-blooded dinosaur hopped by him the entire way, fiddling with the bottom of his sweater. Falco ignored him a bit before mumbling, "I hope you're planning to stop that when we get back."
Yoshi nodded. Falco was just being himself, and for that, he was quite pleased. Yoshi didn't mind whether or not Falco remembered this day, so long as it ended a little happier than it started for him.
Little did he know that Falco enjoyed training with his new buddy. In fact, the bird himself was hardly aware of it. He was just glad he wasn't bored anymore.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
(Oh boy. Longest author's note ever, for some reason. Dx
Honestly, I WOULD give this its own chapter, but supposedly, making an author's note into its own chapter is breaking a rule. Lame, but alas, I am not a heavy rule breaker and quite a rant...-er person. Rant-er. Or something...
First thing's first. My inspiration (more like excuse) for making this fanfic was first that I simply like both characters. I was never a big Star Fox fan, but I played Melee recently and grew attached to Falco when someone said he was all high tier and junk. (For the record, I main Yoshi.) Then I noticed an ending of Falco hugging a Yoshi egg. Aww. His Assault trophy in Brawl said he didn't like the cold. Course, when I checked out the game I learned it was quite an insignificant detail. Oops. Still, I thought he and Yoshi had that in common, seeing as he's a tropical island kinda dinosaur. And they both became kinda interesting opposites... Falco's some cool hotshot and Yoshi's this cute, carefree guy who brings childish joy everywhere.
What made this so painstakingly hard is that on a normal day, Falco ISN'T angsty. I'm not used to that. xP So forgive me if he's OOC. And Yoshi can't really talk, in my opinion, at least not in the Smash Bros. series. I can't spell most of his noises, either. xD And I'm quite a sappy fic writer, so prepare for that. xP But sap and Falco don't always go together, so I hope I got some of that right. Dx
I tweaked the environment description in the story slightly, (see the edit below) but before now it sort of left the story and came back later. Anyway, I hate hot weather. :P So I posted this for that and for some more variety in Smash fics. -nod-
I don't know who came up with the idea that they all live in a mansion, but I assume whatever the origin, it's an idea used everywhere by everyone who wants to use it and doesn't require credit. But just in case... yeah. ;
I apologize to Ruling Dragon, who was gonna beta this fic but I didn't get back to you due to the DocX thing being complicated... dunno if it was really something to look forward to, but if you were, I'm sorry. Dx But if you or really anyone reviews this with something I screwed up big time, I can still tweak this around. I'm kinda impatient... so I posted this anyway...
(edit) Selah Ex Animo brought up a good point, so I messed with part of it. Tankuu. Said point became less noticdable than it should be... I dunno if it sounds randomly thrown in there. Curse for not letting you review twice or re-reply stuff. D:
And found some weird typos... simple little mistakes. Should've beta'd, heheh...
It's weird to be in a 75 degrees-Fahrenheit room while typing this fic. Dx Which isn't like hot but it's not cold either.
Review plz, kthxbai. xP)