Circo de la Luna

If you're upset that there are so many descriptions and not enough plot, don't rant it to me. This was a writing experiment to see how many descriptions I could get out into the open within a minimum five thousand word range. This is a long introduction character. If you are a lazy reader and honestly can't read it all, then see the next chapter

But PLEASE read all of it!

Yes this is bloody procrastination. You all know I'm famous for that.

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The title means Circus of the Moon btw...

A red-cloaked man standing not too far away received a raised eyebrow as the cloaked man wiped off crimson blood from the back of his black gloved hand. To the world: the red-cloaked person was once renowned and feared mercenary. However: here, under the pale full moon, he was so much worse.

He snickered at the confused expression of the most innocent of his crew members: eyes of light blue that the teen wore etched with caution and uncertainty. He liked that in his employees. Even though not all of them would give the same expression to him, he liked them all. That's why he took up old Mario's job when he died. For the expressions people gave him and to the other members of his beautiful exhibition of fear.

"Wha... what do you want sir...?" The cloaked man heard the voice as he walked over towards the younger blue haired teen and gave him grin.

"Drop your hat onto the floor." He ordered, meaning the brightly colored one on top of his head. When the striped yellow and red party hat was discarded, leaving nothing but the wearer's gold tiara-headband, the gloved man shoved something into the slimmer one's hands. "Just stand there and hold this..." The leader cackleded as the look in the shorter being's eyes showed confusion when he began reading what the small, colorful sign had printed on it.

It reminded the man of the first time the teen named Marth arrived; looking so confused and slightly intimated by the ex-mercenary. He didn't actually want Marth to begin with and the other teen not wanting anything to do with him; but the master of this... world was "convinced" by a person whom he did want in his cast. She wanted to join him, but she didn't want to leave Marth- who was like a brother to her- behind. Unfortunately, Marth didn't hold the same talent as her so he had to leave Marth with clowning around during his little performances and this job. To be honest, this job was something fairly easy and a very ingenious scheme -if he did say so himself.

"Admit it Marth... with your natural looks, it would be irresistible for those teenage anthros to resist."

Speaking of the woman...

"I guess so... still..."

"Marth, don't be vain. You still look fine; the master did a great job on you as usual." The woman said with a grin on her gorgeous face as she slowly and gracefully cart-wheeled towards the two men. The red-cloaked man gave a hearty chuckle and looked upon his creations.

The shy, soft-spoken blue- haired Marth was once starving, frowning, and covered in rags- as all of them did- when humans started to become a dying race. Now his garb would tell an onlooker how healthy and happy he was -well as happy as you can be in a place filled with psychopaths. The costume was a half white, half blue jumpsuit with numerous colored spots and patches reds, blues, and yellows. The colorful ensemble set off the happy patchwork heart in the center which sagged slightly on his thin body. A red and yellow belt adorned his waist and matching yellow shoes were on his feet that opposed the blues and whites of his gloves. His slender, feminine face was now covered in copious amounts of make up, mostly white, with a bit of red on his nose and a bright blue star on top of his right eye.

He was the perfect clown. He wasn't scary at all, being the most innocent, which was no surprise to the ringmaster. Not like the youngest members of the group, Nana and Popo: they were not the same type of clowns and they behaved in a much more sinful way.

The other gracing his company was a pony-tailed blonde. She had now come even closer, chuckling upon seeing her clown friend even though the slight glimmer in her eyes showed that she still feared the master. Who wouldn't with his tremendous temper and unusual punishments? The master gave a small laugh and looked at the woman whose athletic ability and flexible body parts astounded even him after three years.

With her brave attitude and how she was capable of running and jumping heights far past normal human ability, as well as surviving falls that would otherwise kill an ordinary person, it was obvious why the ring master wanted her here. While she didn't exhibit any powers that ordinary humans didn't naturally have, all of the physical human limits she had have been exceeded to the max.

Her curvaceous, limber figure, that allowed her to crawl through tunnels and gaps that would normally be inaccessible to anyone else, was covered in a tight light blue two piece outfit. One part went over her large chest and small matching shorts and slippers that matched the numerous tight gold bangles and chokers around her neck, arms, and legs with shoulders. The final touch to her simple, sexy outfit was blue which silk hung around each arm; making her look like an exotic dancer.

"How is my acrobat today? Keeping out of trouble are you?"

"Yes, Ringmaster," Samus responded carefully.

"Good... and where's my opening act?"

"Practicing her performance with our strongman."

"Ahhh... well let us hope we do not lose another one. Come Samus, we have to get ready for the show. And Marth... don't forget to look cute."

"What happened to free hugs?" Marth muttered as he stepped outside into the night with the glowing sign. The master ignored him and walked off; leaving Samus doing slow, scandalous backflips as she followed the red-cloaked master and Marth the Clown to sell his hugs for five dollars.

"Are we ready for today's show?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, Shiny, everything is..." Samus never got to answer for as soon as she was upright, her neck had a long black cane against it. She coughed as one of Ike's hands grabbed the back of her neck and increased the pressure.

"Did you just call me 'Shiny'? You know I hate that..." Samus gave a whimper as she nodded, suddenly afraid of the consequences. Usually she wasn't on this end of his bad-side: that was usually left with the knife thrower whom constantly annoyed the ringmaster to death, but it had seemed that she had accidentally pushed his buttons. It wasn't her fault, really. In all honesty, it was the knife thrower who gave the ringmaster that nickname since he acted like 'he was worth a million diamonds', despite his undying hate for any thing that sparkled. It involved something about his past but no one else in the circus knew about the ringmaster's back-story. Ever since the circus opened, no one seemed to know of the dreaded ringmaster.

"Master..." Samus coughed. The muscular man glared before carelessly dropped her and adjusted his red top hat with a tattered green headband -it acted as a ribbon, decorating the fancy headgear. As he walked to the backstage tent, he could hear Samus gasping for air from his tight grasp. Before long she suddenly began running after him as he began tapping the ground occasionally with his deadly cane.

There was silence between the two as the ringmaster and acrobat went from the main midnight black tent, where they'd perform in front of the crowd later, to a smaller, more modest tent that was a splattered red cover. The ringmaster grinned as Samus gave her usual small shiver at the sight of the torch illuminated tent. They both knew it used to be white before the humans began to die away... and the ringmaster's pet may have done something about it.

Greeting their eyes as they stepped inside, the two found a blindfolded woman who was cackling while the ringmaster's strong man screamed for mercy. Sitting on top of a nearby cage, Circo de Luna's fire breather was watching, occasionally knocking the top of the metal prison to see if he got a reaction from the beast within.

The moon-intrigued man knew that he was a control-freak. He liked power and here in this tiny group, he had it. As a control-freak; he liked his rules as well as his helpings of pain and chaos. He also liked keeping track of things like the classes of the circus.

The ringmaster sat down on a nearby stool as Samus laughed and effortlessly front flipped over to where his knife thrower was, hoping to scare the crap out of her. The ring master let the cane roll around his fingers as he watched his group of carnies entertain themselves and thought about his circus ranks.

There were three of them. He had rated each circus performer according to their looks and the ability. The ringmaster always made sure he knew them so he could arrange order of their acts for the circus. No one liked a completely organized schedule, but people liked balance. He didn't, but he was a crowd pleaser after all, and he had to comply.

His clown, acrobat, fire-breather, and strong man were in the first class. They were good, no... his crew was the best; but you could find amateurs of their performances in any decent circus.

He was sad to admit he was not in the top, but the second level of the circus classes. True, he was the ringmaster and that automatically made him the most important, but his act with his pet was also fairly common. So was his knife-thrower's act but at least they were a little different. More... sadistic with their abilities and performances.

In the most unique and highest rank were where the last two members of his tiny circus were. The final clown was the creepiest of the lot and so was the little diva; but they were not here in the room. The ringmaster knew where they were, but calling his most prized, most hard-worked attractions would make no difference right now.

Because right now he had to go save his strong man's effin' ass.

"SHEIK YOU BITCH!" The slim boy yelled as he moved his head just in time for the knife to miss his face. The ringmaster snapped back into reality and groaned. He stormed towards the two girls. Samus was annoying his knife thrower to death and causing the armed woman to throw her various knives and needles in random directions. The ringmaster then lost his cool as a stray knife hit the wall, a piece of cloth hanging from the tip of the metal blade.

"You... just hit my hat." He could hear Sheik gulp as she stopped throwing and slowly removed her blindfold -praying she heard wrongly- then grinned nervously at the ringleader. She always, always pissed him off whether she wanted to or not... usually she did want to though. She was utterly unafraid of the consequences.

Unless it involved that prized hat or his beloved cane, Ragnell.

"Hi Ringmaster..." she started looking at the shirtless man; admiring his abs and low, baggy cream pants while shaking in fear. The ringmaster was like that; he was scary yet hot at the same time. Though now he was looking more like a demon then mere mortal.

She knew she was so screwed.

"I'll deal with you two after the show. Get out of my sight, now..." The two women nodded and ran off, knowing that he wouldn't be afraid to hospitalize them ("Being a woman is no excuse," he had always said.) as Ike cracked his knuckles. Giving a massage to his temples, the blue haired man stopped the spinning board, which his strong man was chained to, took out a key and sniffed the tight chains a little bit before unlocking them with the Master Key. Eggplants... Sheik knew that Pit hated those. "You okay?" he asked his strong man. The shorter boy looked up in surprise at his suddenly caring tone. As the newest member, he had heard of "Shiny's" kindness and care underneath his sadistic and harsh actions but he never actually believed it.

"Yes, sir..." The ringmaster gave something resembling a laugh and scuffed his mop of brown hair. Pit was probably one of the least human-like people in his little circus: coming only under the top class circus performers and his pet.

It was odd how he chose this strong man: he didn't look like Captain Falcon -the ringmaster never liked the old strongman anyway but was still rather pissed at Samus and Sheik when they "accidentally" killed him - with thick steroid-like abs and a mature face. Rather, Pit was still in his teens, not too far from the ringmaster himself. Pit's face, however, looked clear and innocent, with a set of pure blue eyes and a kindly, good natured mouth. He was small but well built, with muscular arms and strong, stately legs. He wore a pure white toga for his costume; which the ringmaster found amusing due the large and completely natural white wings sprouted from his back making him look like an angel. Around his left wrist hung twin gold rings, which he added for a bit of style... he had to do it or the constant blood stains made on the outfit would have looked very uncoordinated.

The dark ringmaster had simply chosen him because he had tremendous power that was unmatched by anyone even when he found him, with his soon-to-be new fire breather, mucking about on the streets. But Pit's strength was probably why the angel-looking boy was left carrying the luggage when they moved around.

"Well tidy yourself up before I fuck you to hell! Showtime starts in forty-five minutes!" the ringmaster suddenly yelled, snapping back into his tougher exterior. The boy smirked deviously and hesitated to run to his dressing room "What?"

"Were you serious about that?" The blue haired man growled and hit the strong man hard across the face. Pit winced as he clutched his bright red right cheek and ran off to his dressing room. Then suddenly, the ringmaster yelled after him after thinking for a minute about the boy's usual twisted and sickening words. "And no screwing anyone on the way! That includes you know who, you moron!"

"Why not?"

"I'm telling you right now you can't bang someone properly in half an hour!" That was the reason why he wasn't a real angel. Then again, neither was he. Pit groaned loudly but made a small noise letting the master know that he would obey.

"What a slut!" The fire-breather laughed playfully, "You showed him, Master!" The ringmaster raised an eyebrow at the shirtless red-haired boy but said nothing. Roy reminded him of himself when he was five: sugar-high, crazy, and hyperactive. Ignoring the fact he was shorter, had red hair, was a pyrokinetic genius and enjoyed his suffering from pyromania, you would have a split replica of the current ringmaster.

"And... what else you lazy asshole?" he asked the shirtless pyro.

"Yes, I know sir... no sitting on your pet's cage or no fire for a week." Roy pouted as he jumped off, nearly ripping his blue jeans, and ran after his best friend Pit. "You're a meanie!" he called behind him.

"I'm not me if I'm not a meanie." The ringmaster responded nonchalantly. The spiky, dark blue haired man just shook his head as soon as Roy had disappeared from view.

Idiot.

Of course he was mean. After giving a pat to the quiet, metal cage, he smirked a little, picked up his hat and went off to find the last two members of his psychotic circus.

Sheik had been at the circus nearly as long as the ringmaster's pet had, and knew quite a lot about their current "master". Not everything, but enough to know that if the master was having a major headache... too bad she was going to make it worse.

As she sat on her bed, in her trailer, and threw knives at a small target- with a picture of the leader of the new government, Fox McCloud. She smiled as she remembered the past. She may be in trouble with Shiny but she wasn't angry at him.

She had been recruited when she was younger because the ringmaster happened to notice her talent with knives, spikes... and pretty much anything else that managed to cut things. Sheik grinned inwardly at the memory.

She'd been on the run from the police after throwing eight daggers into the back of a jeweler -she got them back, of course- while making her escape with numerous bangles and gold necklaces. She still wore some even though most of the spoils she got that day were sold because of Shiny. The newly appointed ringmaster had offered to help her in exchange for her employment at the circus. At first, Sheik would admit to not being overly thrilled with the idea, but the sirens nearby had caused her to quickly make her decision.

She loved it here. Here, she could throw knives at people and not get in trouble for it. Hell, she even got paid to do it, which was a wonderful bonus. The kleptomaniac also got this gorgeous, sexy black bra -studded with fake diamonds that she was going to replace- and tight black shorts and heels for a costume that so matched her long, dirty-blonde plait. Totally her thing... well... if she had a ninja's outfit it would be her thing but the ringmaster would murder her before he got her a ninja's costume. You might as well say you're getting flammable pants for Roy and a sparkly shirt for the big Shiny himself.

Sheik was the one also proud to say that she and the ringmaster had a love-hate relationship. They would argue and fight, torment and injure each other but the bottom line was if she was in trouble she knew she could count on the Ringleader to bail her out (and bitch about how rude, obnoxious, devilish, twisted and maniacal she was which she ignored).

She was almost sorry that she was going to cause more pain to his head after he found her prank... almost…

The two clowns had begun putting on their pink and blue striped uniform - but they were not two clowns. The two of them only needed one uniform because there was only one body that was stitched together with so many thick, black stitches they were more thread than flesh, and both heads were attached, side by side, by more black thread at the neck. Where threads met skin, small, intricate flowers were tattooed across their necks.

"Tonight seems pleasant enough! The moon is full and it is time to play! The circus is so fun!" The female head shrieked in laughed as she moved the arm her brain controlled to fix her hair. The head next to her laughed as well and took his sister's hand into his own

"Sister, relax. No need to matter on such trivial things as your hair. You look perfect as always." The female head giggled and licked her brother on the nose

"You always know what to say Popo. I couldn't ask for a better head to share a body with." she said with a light smile

"As can't I. Destiny was very kind to leading our bodies to Mister Mario," The male head responded as he looked at the other head's eyes. "He made us have new life when we were sick... he gave us a home and friends when our family cast us out."

"I'm so sad he's gone... it's been years yet I miss him..."

"Do not fret, Nana... Mister Mario has bonded us together forever and has left us with a new ringmaster. We will have fun!" Nana giggled leaned her head over gently to kiss her brother's lips. They had each other and it seemed really perfect...

Yeah, hell, he was disturbing that peace.

"I should make a poster for that... 'Now featuring twincest to a whole new level!' or 'Selfcest with an extra head!' Seriously you two… get a room with a lock."

It...they...both of them turned around to see the chaotic, daunting ringmaster, chuckling as he leaned causally on the doorway and his cane. The two heads blushed as they turned away from their master.

"Lighten up you two." he said "Show starts in half an hour and you knuckle heads haven't even eaten. I know because that bitch took your eggplants for Pit."

"What?" Nana's head yelled. They knew only one person got that name from the ringmaster and they knew who was going to pay.

"Sheik took our eggplants?" Popo asked in an equally loud yell.

"We'll kill her!"

"Save your loud mouths for the show you two. I need her alive for now..." the ringmaster Ike suddenly laughed cruelly that sent shivers down the 'Y' shaped spine the two shared. "Have you seen my Diva? She's left her usual meditating spot..."

"She just left her trailer..." Nana started as she turned to bow to the ringmaster, Popo following at the slightest movement.

"She wanted to see if your pet was up yet or Pit could speak to her!" The male head said. "She's way too bipolar but she should be by your pet's cage!" The ex-mercenary made a slight tip of his top hat to show his thanks to the young kids. Even though most people would think the two statements were completely unrelated, the man could understand every twisted lie and riddle the two spun.

"You have half an hour, then Showtime," he muttered on the way out to check on the last member of his circus and his pet. The twins laughed as he left and shut the door, the cold man not even wanting to know what the equally insane twins were doing. Probably it involved one of Marth's shampoo bottles and Roy's sticks of dynamite.

The ringleader walked through the circus grounds and grinned wickedly as he saw, from a distance, the front entrance packed with people and heaps of female creatures with wads of cash lining up to give the poor disgruntled Marth a big hug. Right now, there was a small pink Pokemon trying to suffocate his clown. Hilarious. His smile faltered the tiniest bit when he saw the crowd. Ahh... it was much smaller then when they were in cities but at least here, in the dense forest, they were safe from any of the lousy authorities. They were so fucking annoying when they butted in.

He drew away from the trailer the two headed jester shared and headed back towards the small area outside the black circus top, ebony boots kicking up small pebbles as he went, to where his two prized acts were. He had instructed Roy earlier to take the cage from the crimson practice tent and he knew the cheery red head would have complied at the prospect of touching the sparkly night colored cage.

The ringmaster made his way over to where the cage with his pet inside and his finishing act was hiding. He could hear the crowd huddling up inside the main tent for the show to begin, so it was no surprise that the diva was cloaked and the cage was still covered by a black sheet. He coughed and headed towards the blonde diva who gasped as she swiveled to see his strong, angular face and his cool, intimidating smile.

"Lady Peach..." he said bowing to the cloaked woman in almost mock formality. Peach took the folds of her ripped pink dress and her cloak and curtsied back; the same fear instilled in the older woman's movements that Samus possessed around him.

"Master Ike... you're early." She looked up and the ringmaster stared at her directly in her azure blue eyes. "I... I didn't... I... I... didn't expect you." He raised an eyebrow. She seemed more nervous then usual... as if something bad was about to happen.

"Well why wouldn't you? The show is about to start... and take off that bloody cloak. You know it annoys me." Peach gave a small squeak and immediately ripped off her black possession. Again the ringmaster raised his eyebrow. Peach was never so willing to dispose of the dark colored garment. Usually, her vanity prevented it.

Her long and layered yellow-blonde hair bellowed out first, longer then even Sheik's, and framed her big sky-blue eyes and slender torso. However, her rosy complexion was long gone and her smile never quite reached her eyes ever since she became what she was.

The old ringmaster Mario was an illegal doctor/plastic surgeon, having been kicked out of the business ever since he was caught breaking some animal rights rubbish rules, but that never stopped the Italian ex-plumber to stop experimenting. Ike knew that his mentor, before he died in his sleep, had saved three lives: all of them who resided in the circus.

Nana and Popo, the twins, were suffering from an unknown disease, but were healed by the old man's quick and odd thinking to meld them into one.

His prized pet in the cage... a teenage boy who was shot several times and, out of Mario's uncanny knack of appearing at the right place and the right time, he was saved. At a price, yes, but the teenager was saved.

And then there was the widowed Mrs. Peach Mario; her husband's first experiment when she was on her deathbed. From a sickly, abnormally beautiful woman to a healthy abnormal hybrid. She looked nothing like the accursed fake, lovely furred creatures that littered the outside world; more of a freak between humans and them...

"Good girl..." the ringmaster said to her as he grabbed her black furred hands and looked at her face, seeing various resemblances to the Pokemon Lucario, "now tell me what happened that has you so worked up" His free hand moved towards the pink dress that hid her chunky blue thighs and he moved towards her pointed blue ears. "Tell me now..." was his final whisper.

"He was fed and..." His beautiful singing diva was about to respond some more when a sharp growl came from the cage behind him. Peach scurried out of the ringmaster's way and bolted out of the tent as he let go of her and walked towards the metal bars with a small smile on his face.

"Ahhh... Link. You're finally awake. It's time to play, Kitty." The ringmaster said as he took out his master key again, ripped off the sheet and unlocked the cage door. Two eyes glowed from the dark with feline characteristics and Ike got into a fighter's stance, cane and whip at hand, ready to see the teenager leap out and be ready to tear him to pieces.

A sharp fanged teenager, wearing nothing but skintight beige shirts, bounded out and ran towards him. An unruly mess of blonde hair, resembling a lion's mane, spiked all around him flew everywhere as the teen bounded towards him. Ike knew he had to take the creature head on because his ears, pointed up in a usual Hylian fashion, could hear his muscles tensing before he even moved. There was no point in wasting time. The blonde came at him on all fours, mutated lion's tail up in the air and long nails extracted. Any second now the creature would be attempting to kill him before the show...

...

...

...he meant kill him with his genetically altered claws and fangs in an attempt on his life. Not kill him by rubbing his head affectionately against his leg.

"Link..." he growled at the lion/human hybrid. Damn. He knew Mario should have fused him with a wolf. Being a lion made him prone to pranks by Sheik, Samus, the twins and on occasion, Roy. Oh for the love of Yune... was he purring? The ringmaster grimaced and resisted the urge to start strangling and abusing his pet.

"WHO THE HELL PUT CATNIP IN LINK'S FOOD?" Ike yelled, not caring who heard. He didn't get any answer nor did he expect one. The others were either way too afraid to show up or perhaps laughing.

Taking a deep breath, the ringmaster calmed down and dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small silver pocket watch.

"And of course this just has to happen just before the show... Isn't this gre-"

"Meow!"

"Ah?" The first was a voice filled with love and affection which puzzled the ringmaster... a lot. No one spoke in his circus like that. The ringmaster then suddenly noticed that the weight against his leg was missing. Turning around he stared at the Lion. Link was supposed to be a fear-inducing, deluded and cannibalistic creature of the night. Far superior and more deadly then any common kitten. Instead, Ike saw nothing but a harmless boy rolling on his back, legs in the air, and looking sickeningly sweet at Ike in a dazed expression.

"Uh..." he honestly had no idea what to say as he looked at his most menacing act roll around. "I... the show..." he muttered looking back at the tent where he could hear the excited crowd gather for the opening of Circo de Luna's famous late night show.

"Nyaa-" came the cute cat-squeal from behind the ringmaster. His eye twitched and Ike was ready to puke. To do the performance without Link or with him in this state. Wait... scratch that. Neither was an option right now. The ringmaster knew what he had to do.

"Forget the damn show!" Ike yelled as he grabbed the fur around Link's neck. Instead of yelling or scratching the ringmaster, the lion looked up and blinked adorably at the bluenette. "We have their money anyway... you're coming with me kitty." he said as he began dragging the freakish performer away.

"Meow?"

As soon as he figured out who did this to Link, someone was going to die.

Thanks to Blakeface and PitFTW for editing this!

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