Trying out a new pairing-pairing-thingy-thingy. I'm not biased to any pairings whatsoever, so why not? Trying out different pairings is like trying on new clothes, for me.

Gijinka because I always write gijinka... Fem!Kirby because Fem!Kirby is adorable. There was this one drawing on deviantart by monosakura and I nearly died, okay. I. Nearly. Died. Goodness fucking doughnuts. You can find the link to it on my profile.

And for those haters of FumuxMK you know that there are always other ships to saddle on. I don't mind.

Also, slight-ish AU... I mean, kind of.


It was ridiculous, to say the least. He stood at the castle entry with narrowed eyes. He was supposed to monitor the place for demon beasts, but so far, he sensed nothing. Yeah, and the stupid detector said that the place was "infested with demon beasts". He couldn't believe he relied on that machine. It deserved one well "fuck you".

He sighed. He could turn back. The GSA originally told him he could stay in the castle so long as he appealed to the king, or something, so that he had a place to stay in while he hunted for some nonexistent demon beasts. The entire journey, four hours, and he felt nothing? Surely there was something wrong. Yep, he should turn back.

"You've been standing there for a pretty long time, y'know, Mask-ko..."

He jumped at the voice. Innocent, childish, and female-sounding. Any demon beasts detected? None. Who was speaking to him? Eyes darting around, they eventually landed on a pink-haired girl who was sitting on one of the parapets of the castle. She had a mainly pink attire, a sort of half-cloak dress but strangely, with shorts equipped. Even though the weather was hot like hell, she still somehow remained perfectly sane while wearing red tights and long sleeves, with a red scarf draped over her shoulders. Was this girl crazy? Couldn't she feel the damn weather?

He cleared his voice. "Are you a resident of the castle?" Many members of the GSA told him he was usually very intimidating to the newbies. He used it to his advantage to get what he wanted (if he wanted anything, anyway). But clearly, it didn't work on the child.

"...Not really. Kind of," she replied. "I dunno. I stay around these parts but the king doesn't like me. Doesn't matter. What's your name, anyway, Mask-ko?"

"Meta Knight," he mumbled. She somehow heard him, because she lost the inquiring gaze. "Have you—"

"Kirby!"

The next voice that interrupted their conversation was, again, clearly female. Meta Knight noticed a blonde girl running towards the pink-haired girl (who had addressed him as Mask-ko) who probably went by the name of Kirby.

"Why are you sitting out here? It's dangerous like heck, I already told you! Jeez, Kirby, you need to listen more when I tell you what to do and what to not." The blonde girl was pretty, Meta Knight would admit. Although, he didn't fall for appearance, and remained silent while they conversed.

"I can fly," Kirby pointed out, but didn't look miffed of any sort. "And I met Mask-ko—or, Meta Knight."

The younger-looking girl lifted a hand and pointed towards where Meta Knight was standing. The blonde girl's gaze followed to where Kirby was pointing towards, before gasping and grabbing Kirby's shoulders. On her expression wasn't fear, or anything of that sort.

"U-Uh, was he there the entire time? Was he listening to our entire conversation? Who is he?"

"Fumu," Kirby sighed, "Mask-ko has been standing there even before you came. I was talking to Mask-ko."

"I have been listening throughout your entire conversation," Meta Knight confirmed. This time, "Fumu" did look miffed. Only natural. Who liked their conversation being eavesdropped on? "My name is Meta Knight, and I am..." he faltered, "...a traveller, of sorts. I have a mission to do, but that is confidential. May I ask you if you've seen any strange sightings lately?"

"'Strange'?" Fumu paused over her words and didn't seem to say anymore.

"Yes," Kirby replied.

"Then it seems I'll have to stay here for a bit."

He revealed his wings, which greatly startled Fumu—but Kirby seemed unaffected. He flew up towards the parapet and Fumu promptly freaked out. It was rather cute, actually. Although he had no time to think about it.

"Y-You need a place to stay?" Fumu repeated.

"This place will do. I will have a word with the k—"

"I can get that arranged!" Fumu exclaimed with a bright grin. "I'm the daughter of the cabinet minister, see..."

Her infatuation towards the knight was obvious to anyone but him.


A few weeks after Meta Knight's arrival...

"Where are you from, again?" Kirby asked as they walked along one of the corridors. Meta Knight was fond of the little girl's company; she was naive but gentle and somehow never fazed by anything. Fumu was a little hot-tempered, although intelligent. Meta Knight found his stomach wrapping itself up in knots whenever he was around her, so he decided to stop any interaction with her.

"The GSA."

"The name's familiar somehow. All the time... Where—"

"Meta Knight!"

Fumu always had the brilliant timing of disrupting conversations, especially Meta Knight's. The blonde girl stood in front of the two with her eyes flaring in... something. Meta Knight could never tell what the girl wanted.

"Fumu," Kirby addressed. The blonde girl paid her no attention.

"Sir Meta Knight, I was looking everywhere for you!" Fumu huffed. She was looking for him every day, needless to say. "Dedede wants you to patrol in the castle again and stuff..."

It was soon after Meta Knight began staying in the castle had the king noticed his presence. The king didn't seem to mind ("Another minion! What a great job you've done for me hohohoho—") but demanded that the knight helped him out in some... chores. Meta Knight found it enjoyable to stroll through the castle, so he didn't mind patrolling. It was better than washing Dedede's smelly robe.

Somehow, it was always Fumu who came running to him and telling him that notice. Usually, the king got that pathetic purple snail to inform the knight of his duties, but Fumu usually called him to patrol. It was strange; the king promised he wouldn't give Meta Knight that many duties. What a liar he was, after all...

"All right," he responded. Kirby blinked before nodding at Fumu and sauntering away. When he noticed the blonde girl standing there, unmoving, he prompted, "Did you need anything else?"

She seemed taken aback, but nodded. "Yeah. I thought you might need some company while you were patrolling."

I need none. Even so, he stiffly nodded and began pacing down the corridor, carefully placing a hand on the handle of his sword. It was quiet again, only disrupted by their footsteps. Fumu trailed a little behind him. Meta Knight didn't like the silence, now. He was hoping something would distract him, soon.

"Why do you spend so much time with Kirby?" Fumu suddenly asked.

"'Why'?" Fumu nodded. "She is simply enjoyable to be around. That is all." No other feelings, he wanted to add, because Fumu looked like she was going to kill someone. But it was amusing to see her get so fired up.

"...What about me, then?"

"What about you?"

Fumu gave an uncertain smile. "Uh, I don't know! Anything, or nothing, whichever... So, how are you?"

She was a really strange girl.

Meta Knight had always liked strange things.


I don't like doing the "a few weeks later" thing, but there isn't much to do in-between. The only thing there's to do is getting on with the plot, I guess.