Author's Notes: If you're reading this then you've most probably realized that my other 'fics have been put on hold.
You are free to speculate the identity of Ike's wife. (Clues are on my profile page somewhere)
Anyways. That's enough of these boring words. On to the actual literature.
Brawl had been going for a long time, but recently Ike, who normally keeps to himself, was unable to stay still. He kept insisting that people didn't wear scraggy clothing a week after the day he started acting like this.
He remembered during his time on Tellius one particular female, who never really realized they were fated to be joined in marriage until The Goddess' war, and he wanted her to feel welcome the second she set foot on the estate which house the various facilities for the smashers.
Ganondorf had finally managed to mage Ike sit still by pushing him into the center of the crowded room on the day this newcomer was supposed to arrive. Only Game and Watch wasn't there but he was always an anti-social sod who was here because Master Hand didn't want a paper-cut from G&W jumping through him.
"Who is coming, for Din's sake?" the warlock roared at the over excited mercenary.
"I don't have time to tell you now, I have something to do that's more important." Ike said trying to push past Bowser, who used his large body to keep him inside the circle by acting like a sumo wrestler (just not slapping the blue haired swordsman)
"Just tell us, or I'll have Master Hand replace you with Magikarp." Lucario growled, knowing the insult he had just said. No-one on the estate wanted to be replaced by a fish which could only learn three move which were only useful against weaker opponents (of which there were none on the estate).
"Fine... It's my wife." he said, now pouting childishly.
Quite a few of the gathered people raised their eyebrows, while Wolf burst out laughing, "You Ike? A wife?" he said between fits of laughter before he found Ragnell pointed at his face. The laughing Lupine instantly stopped and stared, cross-eyed at the golden sword within an inch of his nose. The moment Wolf stopped laughing, the visitor gong sounded.
"She's here!" Ike said jumping over the others and bowling over Sonic in his wake.
When he returned, he was talking animatedly to someone, the next thing the pair knew Peach, Zelda, Samus and Lucario were carrying the fainted male Smashers to Dr. Mario's hospital building (which had been expanded tenfold since it's construction).
"Well, Ike. You've certainly made me feel welcome." a female's voice said, sounding rather feline, as Ike tried not to laugh at the others.
"I should help them, dearest." he said giving the feline voice owner a kiss on the cheek before rushing indoors to help Lucario carry Bowser's body.
Later that night
Lucario, who'd taken to standing on one leg on top of the dormitory building each night, noticed a puma shaped aura of curiosity, clearly the newcomer, move out of the building, It's orange fur bristling against the cold night air.
With a simple push of one leg he landed deftly nearby, startling the feline, "Sorry for startling you. Are you looking for something?" the jackal-like pokemon asked.
"I'm fine, just looking for a break from my husband. I actually kinda surprised he'd be at such a beautiful place." the cat said, it's voice the same one from when most of the men fainted (Snake and Sonic were still unconscious because Bowser had fallen on them, giving them temporary holiness).
"The last time it was this peaceful in the day was the day before Ike got your letter. Since that day he's been dashing this way and that. He nearly outran Captain Falcon, one of the faster Smashers on the estate." Lucario said looking towards the moon.
"I heard that one called 'Wolf' laughed at the fact Ike was married to me." she said
"Yes. That's Wolf O'Donnell. One of the less sociable smashers and one that hates Ike," he bent down and put a map to where Wolf's room was, "If you want to rip him up, go there tomorrow night. I'll take him to Dr. Mario afterwards."
"Thanks, Lucario. By the way, who's the fastest?" the feline pondered after observing the the map.
"That's a close contest between you and Sonic. Sonic's the blue, barely clothed, hedgehog who seems to suffer the most horrific things since his arrival. Like being used as a ball in a game of sword tennis between Ike and Marth." he answered, smiling at the memories of the hedgehog's screams of pain, "He won't be happy to know you can run as fast as him in that form. Then again he wasn't happy that Captain Falcon was as fast as he was."
"Thanks again..." the feline yawned, "I better get back to Ike." the cat padded back indoors, happy that she'd gotten the means to prove that she wasn't someone to be mocked by a smarty-pants anthropomorphic wolf.
A/N: Did I happen to mention that you can suggest possibilities for random arcs in this? E.g. The Newcomer getting addicted to something that no-one knows the reason behind or one of the other smasher's trying to make a move of on her.
Feel free to speculate in your reviews on the identity on the newcomer.