Whoop! Second Brawl fic! Hope it's better than the last one!

Just a heads–up, Pokémon Trainer will be called Jason, nicknamed Red. Y'know, he can't walk around and have everybody call him Pokémon Trainer, right?

Alright, I'm rambling now. On with the story!

EDIT: I'm rewriting the story now, if nobody's noticed. Also changed the summary and artwork, how is it? Anyways, the reason of the rewrite is because of the fact I wasn't too happy with a few things (especially Kuro's portrayal) so, here. ^^ Enjoy!

Pit and Jason were lounging around in the living room, conversing and gesticulating wildly in Pit's case. Nobody else was to be seen and it was abnormally quiet for Brawl standards, the other Smashers most likely attending to other matters elsewhere.

The angel was describing his adventures in great detail, emphasizing how big, ugly or funny each monster, opponent or ally was with many, many exaggerations. Jason listened attentively, absorbing each word.

"Tons have changed since my last game, really, lots more bad guys and it isn't a side-scrolling game anymore. The storyline's tons better, too!" the light angel rambled. Jason nodded eagerly. Strangely, they haven't talked too much about their own homelands until now, and everything the boys told each other, they eagerly listened to.

Did I mention they were extremely close friends?

"And you know what? There's these monsters that look like eyes and noses and mouths and all that, so if you combine them, they look like really creepy faces."

Jason raised an eyebrow at that. "What? Okay, that's one thing I never want to see." he murmured, cringing at the thought. He hoped those nose-monsters didn't have nose hair.

The trainer shrugged off the thought and took up the conversation. "Not much better than a lot of the myths around the Pokémon in my world. It's said that Shedinja steals your soul if you look inside his shell." Pit flinched and ruffled his wings.

"Whoa, that's nasty. Did you hear of anyone who had their soul stolen?"

Red simply shook his head in reply. The angel sighed in relief.

"Oh, and you know Beautifly?" Pit looked up at his friend and raised an eyebrow before answering the question that mildly sounded like a statement.

"You mean that really pretty butterfly Pokémon? I like that one." Jason frowned.

"You do realize they're really aggressive and suck out their prey's guts-" Red was cut off by a "Whoa, whoa whoa. WHAT?!" from Pit, who had just fallen out of his armchair and landed on the ground with a loud THUD.

"Owww..." Pit whimpered, before striking up a conversation with the rug as if nothing had happened. At all.

"Hello , you seem rather dusty today. Did Luigi forget to vacuum you today?"

Red stared at Pit blankly. "Seriously?"

"Shut up, I was attacking the floor. Besides, this rug is less creepy than whatever you were just talking about." Pit retorted lamely, before standing up and dusting off his toga.

Cue scoff from Red. "Yeah, right." Pit pouted.

Before Lucas burst into the room, throwing open the door with a loud BANG that could've woken up a Snorlax. Pit uttered a (manly) shriek, jumping a few feet into the air and hitting the ceiling. Red seemed unfazed and stood up slowly.

Completely disregarding the fact that Pit nearly shit himself, Lucas started blubbering and ranting incoherently, dramatically collapsing to the ground and pulling at his hair. If anyone would've walked in at this moment, then they would think Lucas would be having a hissy fit. Thank god it was just a mental breakdown.

I think.

Lucas paused his rant (of which noone understood a word, he was talking that fast) and took a deep breath, seeming to calm down for a moment. He looked like he just ran a marathon. Pit slowly floated down from the ceiling.

"GUYS!" The blond PSI user suddenly bellowed, completely out of the blue.

CRASH

That was Pit.

"GUYSGUYSGUYSHELPMEPLEASENESS'SGONEANDIDON'TKNOWWH EREHEISANDPOPODOESN'TKNOWANDNOONEKNOWSANDGODKNOWSH OWLONGHE'SBEENGONEANDHEMIGHTBEHURTANDHUNGRYANDIDON 'TKNOWWHEREHEIS-"

Jason heaved a huge sigh, before making a subtle hand motion for Lucas to breathe for a moment. The boy complied.

"Now Lucas. Repeat that once mo-"

"MOTHEROFGODIFIGETMYHANDSONTHATDASTARD,I'MSOWORRIE D-"

"SLOWLY."

It took a few minutes for the trainer to calm the boy down, but in the end, he somewhat succeeded. Lucas bit his lip and shifted uneasily from foot to foot, seeming incredibly paranoid. Pit was still faceplanted on the ground.

The blond started. "Well, Ness disappeared and I haven't seen him since god knows when, but he hasn't showed up to our game of baseball out in the garden..." Lucas jabbed a thumb in the direction of the hallway for emphasis. "I've been looking for a few hours, but he's nowhere and... I'm really worried... So I was kinda, sorta wondering... Couldyouhelpmelookforhim?"

"Come again?"

"Can you help me... Look for him? Ness, I mean." Lucas repeated.

Pit slowly removed his face from the ground, returning to the land of the living. Red glanced down at him and rolled his eyes. The angel quickly stood up and dusted himself off, before grinning and leaning over to Jason, whispering something into the trainer's ear. He, in return, smacked Pit over the head playfully. The angel stuck his tongue out at Jason childishly, who smirked back in return. The two then turned towards Lucas, who looked puzzled, awkward, and REALLY out of place at the moment.

"Well, we could help you find him-" Pit began but promptly was cut off by Lucas tackle hugging him and Jason, who let out a quiet yelp.

"Thank you!" the blonde squeaked, before quickly jumping off and running out again. "I'll try to persuade the others to help too!" his voice echoed down the hallway even when the boy was long out of sight.

Red and Pit stared after the PSI user in baffled silence. The former cleared his throat awkwardly.

Pit puffed out his cheeks and tilted his head. "So we're going Ness-hunting?" Red nodded. "We could check the stages first. I hope Lucas didn't look there already."

The angel gave his friend a thumbs-up. "Good thinking. Let's go!" Grabbing Jason by the arm, Pit dragged him to the teleporters a few rooms over.

"Hey! Couldn't I at least grab my Pokemon?!"

"Nope." The angel's blunt answer had Jason grumbling and complaining, but he gave in when the blue panel that was the teleporter came into sight. Wrenching himself from the angel's grasp, he grudgingly trudged to the teleporter and began typing in commands.

"Final Destination, right?" Jason questioned as Pit stepped on the panel with him.

"I think Onett might be a better idea, it is a stage from Ness' game." Pit answered.

"Onett it is, then." The brown-eyed youth muttered, tapping a final key with a click.

The panel began glowing, encasing the two in blue light. The familiar feeling of teleporting came over them.

Brrzt.

Jason suddenly gasped at the noise and put his hands on the keyboard again, typing rapidly. The glow turned a menaceing red. Pit gulped.

"Is this supposed to happen?" The angel squeaked, terrified. If it weren't for the situation, Jason would've smacked him over the head. Hard.

"Does it LOOK like this is normal?" said boy answered, his normally neutral voice sounding a little strained as his typing grew even more frantic. Taking that as a no, Pit stepped down from the teleporter to unplug it from the power source.

Or at least, he tried. An invisible barrier of energy kept him from getting out.

"What the-?"

"The system's overloading! There's a viru-"

The door to the teleporter room was slammed open by Marth, who was about to check what the commotion was.

Pit banged on the invisible barrier, screaming for help, while Jason resorted to typing in binary code. Marth turned around, a look of pure horror painted on his face as he spotted the two helpless boys.

Then there was a flash of light, and the prince was blinded. The light faded out of his sight as the screams faded as well.

The Altean fell to his knees. "...How?"

Edit: All the EDIT A/Ns will just be in bold italics. Murr.

I don't really like my writing style here, It seems really weird. I struggle with writing them talking, because I heard some advice that I should say who's talking at the moment. Sorry if it flows weirdly.

I'll try to rewrite the next chapter soon, since I sorta ran out of steam on everything else... And I have a Marth angst one-shot planned. I'll get around to typing that up. *evil laughter*

Anyways, that's it for today. Toodles!

Ooh, cliffy. Wonder what's up?

Whatevs. I'll post the next chapter when I feel like it…

Or I really want to kill my fingers…

Aww, what the hell.

Scales Out!