Well, This is the Major Story everything in Smash Mind: Antique's been Building up to! An attempt pull a 'Nobody Dies' on Bokurano by tossing in Characters from Kingdom Hearts, Madoka Magica, and a Super Smash Bros. Origin Fanfic! Because Shut up!

The Fanfic in question, Heirlooms, is written by Reevee21, and thus is the spiritual co-author of this fruity little tale. Every time you spot a chapter with stuff ripped from said fanfic, expect a blurb where I give credit to her. I do not own the OCs created for this story, nor the franchises being blended together in this crazy arse garglemesh. I only own the kookie ideas that spawn from the fanfic and of course, the fanmade english lyrics to a 90s anime opening I heard on Youtube and just loved to see as the opening of

this fanfic if it were made into an anime. And with that, I shall lay out the tracks that can be played at which moment.

Reevee21: OH MY GOSH! Fanfiction based off of fanfiction? Does that make this fan-fan fiction? WHATEVER, this story is gonna be epic!

Everything is owned by its respective owners, even the fancharacters.

1: Shizukesa no Naka de - Bokurano
2: Trophy Gallery - Super Smash Bros. for Nintendo 3DS / Wii U
3: Longing - Madoka Magica
4: A Happy Scene - Madoka Magica

-1-

It all began during summer school. Whether we were from High School or Middle School, We thought that we had already learned everything of the world. We were grown-ups, ready to take on the life as adults. We played, laugh, cried, believing to know what real joy and real sadness were. We were strong and independent and it felt like we held the future in our hands… We never knew what it felt to live,

to laugh,

to grieve,

to die,

At least until IT happened.

Dairantou Saint Zearth

Reach into your soul
embrace the power of the stars
pushing onward with your strength
we await our miracles

We must never fail
Lest our home would feel our pain
There's a world far away
'Tis our final destination

Praise the Helix Fantasy
for it shall reach beyond your dreams!
use the wings of your heart
to ascend to the world

Saint Zearth! Even if we're just children...
Saint Zearth! New heroes will come, Oh Yeah!
Saint Zearth! The Dieties shall guide us
Saint Zearth! Keep Going! Go Fly Away!

Episode 1: The Heirlooms

Chapter 1: A gift

-2-

"Go on, open it!"

"I'm a bit afraid to, with you asking me so much."

"I promise, I didn't put anything in it this time," the boy pleaded. He was fourteen years old, light black hair ruffled up into its usual, tufted mess. His face was bright and colorful with excitement, dark hazel eyes brimming with impatience. He wore a wrinkled, red shirt with a few scars of past stains still on it and a pair of not-so-dressy, gray pants.

The other teen looked at him with disbelief. He looked older than the other boy, even though they were both the same age. His hair was better-combed, but still defiantly ruffled in a black, furry top. A dark gray, plaid vest covered his green tee whilst black pants spoke their non-caring attitude to the outfit. His face was calmer than the other, masking excitement of what might be in the box.

The box was found in the attic, wrapped in paper, and given to him as a late gift by his brother. The receiver had it in his hands, a box of dark wood with a symbol carved in the top: a circle with two lines crossing in the bottom left corner. A bronze latch, dirty with age, held the box shut.

Finally giving into his brother's pleas, he set the box down on the dining table and flipped open the latch.

Nothing jumped out at him; that was a new one.

Now beyond curious, the boy leaned over to look at the contents. "It's a bunch of toys," he hummed.

"I was thinking you could make a game out of them or something!" the other boy piped, arms crossed.

"So you DID look in the box!" the other accused.

The first gained the expression of a deer in the headlight. "Well, I, uh, I had to make sure it wasn't, you know, tobacco or spices or cigars some other trade thing! "He stammered. "It came from the jungle areas, you know, and I didn't wanna have you doing drugs or what-not—"

"I forgive you, Cress," the second laughed, snapping the box shut and running to the stairs.

Cress brightened and ran after him; after all, Marco only ran upstairs when he was making a game.

When he said 'making a game', he meant creating some version or other of role-play for their younger siblings. Two sisters and a brother, to be exact. Not only did the game keep them busy and out of their way, it was apparently fun for Marc to go about, plotting details, writing huge personalities for the smallest of characters, the whole nine yards.

The mansion echoed their footsteps plainly, as if saying "I know you're running, you know it too, why do I need to tell you?" The high, white ceilings called back the clattering of feet anyway, indoor balconies of rooms seeming to listen plainly. There weren't any other people in the wing, anyway.

Their home was a white and gray figure high nestled comfortably in the suburbs of the city. It had two floors, three counting the attic.

Marco rushed to the second floor via curling steps, to the far right corner, through a door and into the empty room. His face mirrored exhilaration; these were the first new things he had in forever!

The room in front of him had ten-foot-high walls, painted blue with clouds pattered near eight feet. From then-onwards was the stars and made-up galaxies that were always so fun to dab on walls. There was even a projector to turn the entire room into a star-studded blanket of black and violet. Seeing as it was on, he flipped it off; however much he loved the night sky, all games started in day.

A few tables were set up here and there, scattered with stuffed animals. His personal desk was at the very back, an intricately painted, rectangular bench.

The first layer of its paint coats, slightly raised, was a rainbow of veins weaved around in a circular shape. Two, gray branches lead off each other to the ends of the table, like a sidewalk going through a plaza. The second layer was an orange web leading off the circle, fading to black with hints of green halfway to the edge. The last was a concrete-designed ring of blue around them all, appearing to be made of puzzle pieces.

Marco slid into the chair, its armrests bumping against the table and knocking over a few pencils. Their lead tips trailed a silver scrawl on the drawing paper nearby, faint notes of their previous presence.

He straightened them back into a cup holder, set the box on the table, and flicked open the lid once more.

By the time Cress had gotten into the room after his hand slipped on the doorknob and sent him sprawling on the floor, Marco had the toys all set up in a lineup. Like a police officer looking through a lineup, he studied them carefully.

"Where did you even find these?" he asked, taking a bipedal reptilian into his palm and looking it closer.

"In the attic," Cress answered, beaming. "It came from our great-great-uncle—the one who went to the Amazon, remember? Mom said he traded metals for them."

"Then why were they in the attic? They look good enough to be on display!" Marco protested, setting the dinosaur down in a standing position. Its legs flopped over uselessly, rubber boots squeaking on the wooden desk as they split and left the owner in a somewhat cute, tilted posture.

"I dunno," Cress answered, staring off into space, "I think he was…actually, I never asked. Maybe he got shipwrecked on the way back?"

"He would have left a note or something," Marco dismissed.

"Okay then," Cress shrugged. "Whaddya gonna do with them?"

"I'm not sure—yet," he added quickly, getting back up. "Are you sure there weren't ANY notes?"

"If there were, they would be in the box," Cress figured, snatching the supposedly empty box and shaking it upside-down. Sure enough, a small note fluttered out, previously sealed to the bottom.

Marco picked it up, flicking off the wax seal so it landed in front of the objects. Cress started giggling madly all of a sudden, Marco looking at him oddly through the corner of his eye. "What's so funny?"

"If you look at it the right way, those toys look like they're going to destroy that seal…"

Marco glanced over, noticing that the toys did all seem to be positioned around the seal. He chuckled a bit at the thought of murdering wax seals before finally unfolding the note and reading it over. His gaze turned confused at the end, brown eyes flirting about the paper once more.

"What's wrong?" Cress asked.

"They came from an Amazonian toymaker," Marco explained, facing the toys once more, "but it doesn't say anything about who he was. How did he stitch the cloth—what kind of cloth is that?"

"Hmm…looks like felt," Cress answered, staring down the green warrior. "All the limbs are stitched on, but you can barely notice it on him…"

"Link."

"What?"

"Link. His name is Link," Marco repeated.

-3-

"Who told you?" Cress asked.

"This paper," he answered, "it's got their names and a little 'backstory', if you can call it that. Link's apparently from some country named 'Hyrule', bearer of…a triforce of…courage?" he said, squinting at the lines. "It's in the worst manuscript, goes on about a master sword and fairies—I think."

"Fairies? Fairies," Cress repeated disbelievingly. "Sounds kind of lame…is that the only one?"

Marco flipped the page around before pointing at a short man with a black moustache and trousers. "That's Mario of the mushroom kingdom, a plumber apparently, tasked with saving a 'Princess Peach' when a 'Bowser' kidnaps her."

"Okay, a little better—"

"Then there's Luigi, his brother," Marco continued without a beat, turning his index to a similar character—except taller, with a green hat. "Also a plumber, though a bit of a chicken. There's more, but it's all smudged up. Also, Samus—"

He gestured to a figure clad in an orange and yellow robotic suit with a green visor.

"Fox McCloud."

Both gazes turned to an anthropomorphic fox with a piolet's uniform and holstered blaster.

"Donkey Kong."

To a brown-furred gorilla wearing a red tie with the initials 'DK' stitched in yellow.

"Yoshi."

To the saddled dinosaur Marco had picked up earlier.

"Captain Falcon."

To a muscular figure in a purple bodysuit, yellow scarf draped around his neck and a red helmet shielding his eyes.

"Ness."

To a youthful boy in a yellow-blue striped shirt, denim shorts, and red baseball cap with a baseball bat hanging near his side.

"Kirby."

To a small, pink toy shaped like a ball with two stubby arms and two long, red feet.

"Pikachu."

To a yellow, rodent creature with two brown stripes and bright red cheeks.

"And Jigglypuff."

To another pink figure, this one with smaller feet and large, blue eyes.

Marco folded the paper again, lifting the seal from its stare-down and pressing it on a side instead of the edge. His eyes were shining with inspiration as he looked them over once more—better informed, better inspired.

"Now that we've gone and done a whole introduction…are you going to make a game now?" Cress questioned, curiosity seeped into his voice.

At first, Marco didn't answer. When he opened his mouth to do so, a voice called out to them. "Mark, Cressy, time for school! Go get your things and Move it! Move it! Move it!"

"It's Cress! How many times do I have to say it!" said boy shouted back through the hall.

"Not yet," Marco finally answered, "I need this weekend trip to...sort my thoughts, you know... Besides, it'll be no fun if Freya and Caitlyn watch me!"

With that response, he placed the parchment back in the box and ran downstairs to join the sisters. Cress sighed in defeat, turning to the toys. "You guys hang in there…"

He reached down with a fingertip outstretched, gently brushing the top of the gorilla's—Donkey Kong, he reminded himself—head.

He recoiled instantly, with a shout, electricity jutting through his hand. That couldn't have been static, could it? It seemed to powerful.

"Cress?! You alright?!" someone shouted from downstairs.

"I-I'm fine!" he lied, clutching his left hand—his writing hand, he noted sadly. Now his homework would look all scribbly! "Just some…static! I'll be right there!"

Shooting the toy a confused, accusing glare, he ran out and shut the door.

The room stayed silent for long moments. If one looked close enough, you would see an arm of one of the dolls attempt to move itself but to no avail.

-4-

Today was a weekend camping trip organized by the tri-state area for up to sixty-four of it's students, the parents/legal gaurdians of the participating youths have signed the permission slips allowing them to go on this little labor day adventure. Some of them were easily recognized at those struggling with studies while others joined in to earn a few more credits to join a better school. Marco and Cress knew it was special because they would get to spend a weekend with their sisters away from their parents.

"Alright, Class! We've got a big weekend ahead of us, and we've got two guests from a local college willing to accompany you on this weekend for extra credit!" The teacher said, choosing to say the last few words in a singful tone. "Say hello to Mister Davis and Miss...eh... What was you're name again?"

The girl was busy glaring at the twenty-one year old man to her left and smiling in solitude.

"Okay, we'll just call ya Senpai like they do in japan for those with big level of responsibiliaty, how about that, kid?" The eighteen-year-old girl smiled at the teacher and cheerfully nodded in agreement. "Splendid! Now, I want you to listen to Sempai and Mr Davis throughout this whole trip, okay class?"

"Will do, Mrs. Hohenheim!"

As everyone piled into their respective buses, the girl they called Sempai sat and watched until she heard a small- "boop." Urging her to glance at a pure-hearted young lady she's known for a while now.

"Isn't this Exciting? We've got many a volunteer for the trip, plenty of activities to engage in," Sarah chimed. "Not to mention the man of your dreams, am I right?"

"I know, but...I-It's kinda hard to get the words out, y'know." The girl said to another girl two years her junior. "Maybe it's because of the whole name thing."

"Oh, that's right, you haven't really recalled your name since we met..." Sarah sighed to herself "Maybe once you finally start a conversation with the guy, the name'll flow right into ya like a river, eh. How's that theory sound?"

"Pretty farfetched, but I'll buy it for now..."

On the bus, the two boys encounter quite a few people worthy of mention. Some are easily recognisable for them like friend Sage and cousin Harold, others are completely alien such as the ones we shall call the 'sunset trio' They settled on an empty row of seats in the back, near the emergency exits on it's left and right... They knew it was all in vain as the kids from the elementary school their sisters go to and the kids from the rest of the participating schools were all in separate buses. At least something wouldn't come along to make the situation more dissapointing for them.

"Hey, you're in our spot." Barked a voice, which was told off by another "You could at least try to be polite to them, these are merely freshmen."

The owners of the two voices came from two out of five noteworthy females among their school's cast of Upperclassmen. The loud one with long red hair was resident slacker Kyoko Sakura, the polite one with her blonde hair done in a ponytail was Class Represenative Mami Tomoe. Nearby was the black-haired ace student Homura Akemi, the notorious brown-haired tomboy Sayaka Miki, and rounding out the five after a wave goodbye to her other two friends, Ventus and Terra, was strong-willed maiden Madoka Waku, with younger brother Takashi in another bus...

They knew in their hearts that they had to surrender their seats to these five young women who were more important to the story at hand than one would think. So they went to another row of empty seats and found themselves in between the two friends of Madoka's and their best friend Sage.

"So... Why are they planning this feild trip again?" asked Sage.

"They say it's to explore the natures of the outside world and build up our social skills by interacting with people we wouldn't normally talk to..." replied Marco as he glared into the window. "But it's clearly just the school district being upset that the Semester isn't going to allow a Labor Day Vacation and thus, have decided to bust out one themselves."

"At least me and this school can agree on somethin'" Snarked Sage "We both don't want Summer to be over."

They both looked as they saw the bus begin to pass by one of the middle schools within the Tri-State Area which had a bus arriving to pick up a few of the students for the trip...

"Ugh...planes take forever!" a teenage girl sighs, throwing her head back so it was bent over the cushioned chair she was occupying.

"It's only been fifteen minutes, Nicole." a second, tired-looking girl protests. She's slouched in her seat, and barely stifles a yawn born out of both boredom and her habit of late nights. She redirected her attention to the third of these cousins, a thirteen-year-old boy who was muttering to himself as he read from his pearPad, glasses on hand to read the miniature text as well as adding a more professional flare to him. "What do you think, Hikoi?"

"What do you mean?" the boy jumped,

"How much do you think those four have grown?" Nicole repeated. "I mean, Freya and Cait are double the age when we first met them! And I bet Marc and Cressy are, like, a foot taller!"

"Mom did say the twins looked a lot like us when we were four...maybe they still do?" the other sister offered.

"Hm...I guess the girls would still look like you two...except with their personalities reversed," Hikoi pondered, trying to remember the last time he saw them-which was, ironically enough, at the exact same airport from whence they left.

"Yeah! Monica and Cait are probably just like each other!" Nicole smiled as she held her head in her arms. Today would be the start of a weekend worth remembering.

What they didn't know was the reasons for which they would be remembered.

Did you see what I'm alluding to here? With the Field trip and the labor day and... you see where I'm going with this, Right? You might Recognise a few of these faces from somewhere, Bonus Nerd Points for those who can name where such characters came from.

Reevee21: I told you it would be epic! Even though it's just the first chapter, though. We all start somewhere. I hope you guys stick around for this, I know I am!

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