While this fic is centered mostly on Lucas (his powers and past adventure), I'll try to make a good number of other Smashers appear here. Though I'm not completely sure about some of their personalities, I apologize beforehand if anyone seems OOC.
Critics and reviews are deeply appreciated, as well as corrections! Please tell me if you spot grammar or spelling mistakes so I can fix them.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, only this idea and it's possible it has been done before.
~Sweet Nightmare, Bitter Dream~
Chapter I:
Out With The Left Foot
Taptaptaptap!
"Come on, run faster!"
"W-wait!" The blond squeaked breathlessly as his friends rushed ahead, their feet slamming against the carpet-covered floor as they ran with a destination in mind. He was starting to lag behind them when a hand grabbed his wrist, pulling and forcing him to run faster.
"We are almost there!" His captor told him, looking over his shoulder and at him, his other hand grasping the bill of his hat firmly to keep if from flying away.
"It's your fault for taking so long." Complained the only female of the group, glaring daggers at the back of the green-garbed blond's head running in front of her. Toon Link gulped and laughed nervously but didn't argue back.
"It's no use to blame him, Nana." Panted Ness as they turned a corner, still dragging Lucas along. "We need to get there before they get everything!"
"Right!" Was their chorus as they neared the stairs, hurrying as much as they could without tripping, finally skidding to a halt on the now ceramic-tiled floor. Taking a sharp turn to the left, they approached a pair of large doors, already open and letting out the mouth-watering smell of the wide variety of the breakfast menu.
Not bothering to wait a minute longer, the group entered the dining room and started toward the counter, scanning for something that may catch their interest. As soon as all of them had picked their meals they went to one of the many tables of the cafeteria-like room and sat down, chattering idly as they ate, joking about the good luck of some as was the case of Ness who had managed to get his hands on a steak, opposed to Toon who had given up the last plate of pancakes to Nana, ending up with a simple bowl of cereal.
"Serves you right for falling asleep." She said as she cut and brought another piece of the fluffy meal to her mouth, degusting it gleefully as the young swordsman chewed on the corn flakes, glaring at her childishly.
"I told you it was an accident, the alarm didn't-" His counter was cut as the blue turtle jumped onto the free seat to his right.
"Hey guys, mind if I sit here?" Greeted the Squirtle's owner as he approached the group, balancing his tray on one hand and stroking the Pokemon's head with the other.
"Sure, no problem." Toon grinned before turning back to the female Ice Climber, pointing the spoon threateningly at her. "It was the alarm's fault, not mine!"
A small argument broke between the two of them and soon enough Ness and Popo joined the discussion, the other tablemates deciding against it. The trainer released his Pokemon and set their plates down before turning to look at the psychic blond as he looked with slight curiosity at the debate.
"Hey Lucas, you have a battle, right?" The boy shifted his eyes to look at him, nodding and swallowing his mouthful of omelet before answering.
"Yes, against Meta Knight... you have one too, right?"
"Yeah, the first one of the day." Sighed the trainer and the blond smiled sympathetically, knowing his friend disliked battling so early in the morning. "Just my luck, I guess." He shrugged before a shriek came from the other side of the table, followed by bits of cereal flying everywhere as both Ice Climbers jumped toward Toon. Ness, Lucas, and Red looked on as the blond ran around, nimbly dodging the duo's attacks before slamming into a chair the older Link purposely put on his way. Just another normal morning for the smashers.
"Good luck on your match."
"Yeah, you'll need it!"
"Ness!" Lucas huffed at his grinning companion before turning back toward the trainer who simply waved his hand and turned around, walking toward the transporters' room.
"Thanks guys, just try not to laugh too hard at my failure." He joked good-naturedly, looking over his shoulder at the duo with a smile. "See you in a while!" Both of them waved back before running away to join the others, presumably in the living room where they would be able to witness the battle.
As soon as they were out of sight, Red let out a sigh and continued onward, entering the room and taking out the turtle's pokeball, looking at him through the semi-transparent surface. The Water-type nodded confidently and jumped, causing the ball to shake in the other's palm and extracting a grin from his trainer.
"Morning." He was pulled from his silent conversation by his opponent's voice; raising his head to look at the newcomer, he returned the greeting with a smile.
"Morning. Ready?"
"Always." Came the confident reply of his opponent, Link, as they approached their transporters. With challenging smirks, they were warped toward their battle arena: Final Destination.
With a flash, the blue turtle jumped onto the stage, turning to face the swordsman as he readied himself into a battle stance. Determined brown eyes stared directly at Link's serious blue ones, both of them waiting for the voice to announce the beginning.
"Ready? Go!"
Squirtle jumped back, avoiding the quick slash and shooting a stream of water at the green-clad hero, forcing him to take a step back.
"Squirtle, Headbutt!" Following the instructions, the Water-type lunged toward Link as he took out the shield to block the hit before sending another slash the turtle's way, setting him airborne with a sharp cry. He bounced once before finding himself struggling to his feet, having fallen on his shell; with a quick movement, Red withdrew the Water-type before Link reached him with another slash. His attack was cut as the Ivysaur's vines whipped him back. "Alright Ivysaur, do your thing!"
Both Pokemon and swordsman charged for each other before Link jumped, barely giving Ivysaur enough time to turn around before slashing, sending her skidding to the edge of the platform before she whipped at him again, slamming him against the floor and promptly sending him off the platform with a tackle.
"Great job!" Congratulated the trainer before another cry reached him; he grimaced as Link managed to return to the platform with a Spin Attack, hitting his Pokemon due to her own proximity to the edge.
"You haven't got rid of me yet." Link said, pulling out a bomb and throwing it against the Grass-type, making it slide to the other edge of the platform with a pained grunt. Gritting his teeth he reached for another pokeball.
"Come back, Ivysaur. Go, Charizard!" He called as the capsule hit the platform, a roar coming from the large dragon-like Pokemon as it appeared on the arena, glaring at the hero as he readied another bomb. "Flamethrower!" The second the explosive left Link's hand it was hit by the attack, keeping him away from the explosion and extracting a hiss from the Hylian as some fire tongues licked his arm. "Slash!" The Fire-type cut through the flames as he flapped his wings, approaching the blond with outstretched claws.
His attack connected and Link was sent tumbling a few steps back before once again slashing toward his opponent, with a roar the Charizard flew back and away from the other's attack before the Boomerang slammed against his head. Angered, he swiped his tail violently, sending Link flying over the edge.
"Don't let him get back, fly and slash!" Red shouted, staring intently at the swordsman and analyzing his moves. The Fire-type roared again and pursuit the hero before he had time to use his Spin Attack, clawing at him before Link escaped from his reach and propelled himself up with his signature attack; however, both of them were too far below the platform and before he could react, Charizard found himself off the limit. He roared as the voice came again.
"Game!"
"That was so close..." Mused the psychic blond as half the people watching the match cheered in victory, some of them even claiming the money of those who had groaned. A few feet away from him Pit and Toon Link grinned at each other, exchanging a high-five.
"I told you he was going to win!" Exclaimed the blond, puffing out his chest proudly.
Pikachu stood on his seat, pointing at the swordsman with a paw, challenge obvious in his tone. "(Yeah well, it was a close call, he could have lost if Charizard slashed at him a second longer!)"
Samus sighed, crossing her arms and looked at them with dead-pan eyes. "Don't start again. If you want to fight do it in the battlefield." She glared icily at both of them. "Or better yet, how about you do another Cruel Brawl contest?"
"(A-ah no, n-no! We're fine now, right?)" Pikachu laughed stiffly, waving his paw in the other's direction as he nodded in agreement. "(No need to do that!)"
Lucas wasn't able to hear the end of the conversation as he exited the room, walking toward the transporters for the incoming battle; he found both of the last match's fighters on their way back to the living room. With a small smile he waved at the duo. "Great match! Congratulations Link, and you were really close, Red."
Reaching down, the swordsman petted his head with a smile, ruffling his hair. "Thank you, Lucas. Good luck on your match."
"Do better than I did!" Chuckled the Pokemon Trainer; nodding determinately, Lucas ran down the hall, entering the room and finding it already occupied with his opponent, who was focusing on one of the many monitors of the room.
Turning to look at the newcomer, Meta Knight nodded in acknowledgement. "Are you ready?" With a light gulp, the psychic nodded and both of them approached the transportation platforms silently.
Unsheathing his sword, the Star Warrior readied for the battle, eyes quickly adjusting as the flash diminished to reveal their battle area: the Temple. Staring with icy seriousness at his opponent who stood only a few feet away, he watched as Lucas shifted his footing, trying to calm his nerves.
"Ready? Go!"
"PK Fire!" Lucas cried sending the attack and connecting the first hit of the battle, his opponent however seemed almost unaffected by the quick attack and instead flew forward, slashing away quickly. Unable to avoid, the blond yelped as he was sent flying, landing on his back on the hard stone floor; before Meta Knight was able to reach him again, he leaped back and out of range, jumping onto the platform and rushing to the other side of the area.
The Star Warrior followed close behind, gliding after him and reading his sword again when the other jumped, kicking him back with considerable strength. Glaring darkly, Meta Knight jumped again, landing behind Lucas and using his Tornado attack, not giving him enough time to dodge and instead making him slam against the wall forcefully.
Lunging forward, Lucas sent a PSI charged punch toward the warrior, who blocked with a shield before sending him back with another slash. Finding himself cornered, the blond jumped away from him, opting to go to the lowest area to fight, the other following close behind.
"PK Freeze!" The boy gritted his teeth as Meta Knight dodged the attack with a few flaps of the bat wings; while his opponent was still in the air he concentrated and let loose the psychic power around him. Unable to dodge, Meta Knight bounced against the ceiling before rising to his feet, attacking with his Tornado again.
Doing a backflip, Lucas reached the small platform on the right before focusing on PSI again. "PK Thunder!" He called as a purple ball, cracking with electricity, flew swiftly towards his opponent, hitting him two times before disappearing completely. Slumping lightly for a moment, he panted before noticing the approaching warrior-
Slash! Bam!
"Game!"
Among the snickering witnesses, some of the smashers winced as the battle end, featuring Meta Knight as the winner.
"That gotta hurt..." The statement was met with mumbles of agreement as the cut from the final attack was shown a second time: the Star Warrior lunging toward the still-recovering psychic who barely managed to change his determined expression to surprise before the sword connected with his stomach, not a moment later he had slammed against the rock above and was sent plunging to the bottom limit of the area.
With a slightly pained sigh, Lucas sat down on the platform's steps the moment they reappeared in the transporter's room, rubbing the back of his head. He jumped when a gloved hand presented itself and looked up to meet Meta Knight's eyes.
"Good match; you did very well, Lucas." He said with a serious tone, a hint of pride hidden behind the formalness. Unsure of what else to do, the blond smiled lightly and shook his hand.
"S-same to you, congratulations."
They both let go of the other before Meta Knight turned to the exit, walking slowly; he looked back at the psychic, who continued rubbing his head. Lucas looked up again when the other started talking, almost hearing the other's small smile. "You really have gotten stronger, don't let anyone underestimate you."
Blinking in surprise, he smiled again and watched as the other continued his way; after a few moments, he sighed lightly under his breath, deep in thought. "I'll try..." He couldn't stop the wince as another shot of pain came from his temple and he raised his hand to massage the spot.
Lucas has a fever!