Story: Savory Unsavory Circumstances

Author- Ivy Starr

Chapter- One

Rated- Teen for gore

Summary- Sir Meta Knight gazed over the town from the left wing tower of Dedede's castle. It was lit up brilliantly, the town below seeming to be an endless plain of light, moving on forever in all directions. He knew that his Knaves were at the large festival below, most likely waiting patiently to see If he would come and meet them or not. He thought about the twins, how they often fought over the stupidest things when they were younger, how much they had matured since then, and how hard they worked. Fumu was probably there, as well. He thought about her for a moment. Since the cabinet minister had been so busy, she looked to him as a father figure, and he to her as a daughter. He smiled, wondering what she might be doing down in the town. His thoughts wandered to Kirby, who always greeted him with a smile. He had done well when he defeated Knightmare, and Sir Meta Knight could not help but feel a wellspring of pride well up after the events had transpired.

He smiled, thinking about his own life now, how, in comparison to those around him, he had failed.


I was happy that my life was about to end. I was going to let it happen, without struggle. I had done my time, lived my life. I was sick of living anyway. The next part of my short remaining time would be the easiest. All I had to do was attack Kirby and get it over with. They'd all hate me, and when I was gone, they'd be happy. A win-win. My hand went to my rapier. I wouldn't be needing Galaxia. I had already arranged for it, and the galaxia-compatible glove to go to Silica. After all, The act I was to preform was not one that a sacred sword should commit. My cape fluttered behind me as my footsteps, which were unusually heavy, echoed through the halls. The festival began at the entrance of the castle. Kirby and Fumu, from what they had told me, were there. I quickened my pace, the doors within my sight. Their happiness relied on me, on the henious act I was to perform, but a shoulder barely came into comparison with hundreds of lives.

I opened the wooden doors, Fumu and Kirby but a few steps away. I drew my sword, the young boy turned away from me as I thrust it forward into his right shoulder. I flinched. There were hundreds of people around me, staring at me, staring at what I had done. What hadI done? Kirby screamed a scream one should never hear from a child, Fumu looking at me with more horror in her eyes then one should ever feel, no matter what the age. Sword and Blade's breath hitched in unison, and it happened so hard I could hear it. I could almost see the betrayal they would know after this whole affair was over. They would definitely be happy when I was gone, if no-one else did. This wasn't for me, this was for Kirby, Fumu, Sword and Blade, Bun and all the other children, for the villagers and the mayor, and for Dedede, and an attempt at making amends to Jecra and Garlude.

I broke the tip from the sword, leaving it in the boys shoulder, pointing my sword toward the crowd of bewildered Pupupulanders. I felt terrible, worse the I had ever felt. Worse then when I lost my two best friends. There was still blood on my rapier and I held it firmly in my hand. I put on a good facade, if I could say anything positive to myself. Kirby fell to the ground off the small fence he had been sitting on, clutching his shoulder in pain as tears fell down his face and onto the dirt path below, blood staining the pink shirt he wore, sobs erupting in the silence.

"Remember this face as the one you hate. Remember me as the one who did this to you're beloved hero, to the Savior of the universe." I picked Kirby up by his bad arm, and he cried harder, his breathing erratic and his body tense in my grip. After a few moments, after I knew they had memorized the scene, I p him from mid air. He pulled onto his knees, his forehead resting on the ground, left hand gripping his right shoulder as sobs wracked his pain filled body. I stepped on his shoulder, pushing the blade tip farther into his back, breaking more then a few of his fingers under my boot. "Memorize this moment, memorize that your hero has fallen so easily." I looked at his dirt-filled pink hair and scoffed. "Pathetic."

I turned my back, throwing my rapier to the feet of my knaves, Walking back into the castle and leaving the dumbfounded crowd to stare at the bleeding boy. I closed the door before running, full speed, to the prison in the basement, moving a brick and climbing into the hole before closing the path behind myself. I turned, climbing thought the tunnel to the small room that was at the back of the cliff the castle stood on. My silver star-ship glistened like the eyes of an old friend you hadn't seen in fifty years. I climbed into it, pressing multiple buttons and taking off.

It was now that I had crossed the line. I could not return, I could not beg god for retribution, for forgiveness. I could not ask if I could be forgive once again. My get out of jail free card had expired, and I was done for.

I deserved everything.


AN: Depressingly short, I know. Thank you, if you've read this far down the page. Yes, if you didn't see it in the description, this is based off of gijinka-forms of all the characters. Reviews will get you places far beyond you're wildest dreams.

Expect an update sometime tomorrow or the day after that. The chapters are short so I can update faster.

But for now, I take my leave. Love you all.