Author note: I do not own Super Smash bros.
Okay, you're probably thinking along the lines of something like this: "Uh, didn't you write and finish writing 'Monster' last year already? Why are you doing it again?"
The idea came to me while I was rereading 'Monster,' actually. What if things had been different during 'Monster?' What if Pit hadn't been the favoured fighter of Cagemaster Illustria, and that it was someone else (IF there was a favourite in existence)? What if the Hierophant's hatred towards the Smashers (especially Samus) had been more blatant, and his relationship with the Magician seemingly more confusing? What if...?
A lot of what ifs came to me, and I had to write this as a result. It probably won't be updated often (same goes for my other fics 'Clarity,' 'Fight Inside,' etc), but I do hope you enjoy reading this remake (could it techincally be called a remake? A lot of things will be different than the original, I think...). I don't hate the original version that I wrote, but this is more of an experiment consisting of those what ifs.
Warning: Violence, various pairings (some are the same from the original, but others will be different), OCs (I own all of them), some swearing
Constructive Criticism would be great, and I hope that you read, review and enjoy! Thanks!
Monster: A Redux
1.
He entered the library quietly, doing his best not to make a sound. Silently closing the door behind him, he let out a small, shaky breath as he pushed a few loose locks of blond hair from his pale face.
Diddy Kong and Donkey Kong were dead, at the hands of the crowd and at the hands of Strength. The Magician shook his head out of the memories-the blood splattered all over the hospital wing as Fox let out a horrified scream, the crowd roaring with pleasure as they ripped the limbs of the ape straight out of its sockets-and instead walked over to a nearby bookshelf.
Yes. Perhaps reading something would calm his nerves. Reading always helped him, as much as the time he took during a good shower-those activities gave him the time to think properly, after all. Even sleeping couldn't calm him at times-his dreams were plagued with so many memories, and he could never keep track of all of them when asleep.
A piece of fiction would be nice, the Magician mused, as he let his hand trail along the spines of the many books on the shelves. There was one in particular that I enjoyed reading. What was it called again? He closed his eyes, struggling to remember. It was called...something. Space. Suns...stars. Oh, yes!
He reached towards a book titled "Thoughts of the Universe."
The next thing he realized, there was another hand about to grab the same book. His hand and the other hand stopped at once, and he slowly turned to his left.
The one who had reached towards the book was none other than Samus Aran, Rank B fighter.
"Ah...Miss Samus." He managed to say, smiling at her. "Supernatural? Never expected you to be the type to read such a genre." He remarked as he let her take the book from the shelf. It was a nice coincidence that she happened to be here, the Magician mused to himself. He did like her-not romantically of course, but as a friend; a friend out of the many strangers that he technically had superiority over.
"Nor did I expect you to read such writing." The bounty huntress remarked back, opening the book. The Magician paused, before reading the first words of the novel aloud.
"A thousand stars, a thousand suns, all of which whirl about the worlds. But there is only one moon that they all revolve about ever so slowly within the depths of time." He paused, smiling a bit more. He always loved this novel, and the Cagemaster was the one who wrote it. Did that mean he technically loved her, as well? Or was it just her writing that swayed him so? "I never thought the Cagemaster...loved writing so much, to the point of writing so many books. I've read this one several times." He remarked to Samus quietly.
Samus nodded once, before she looked down at his choice of clothing. "What happened to your regular clothing?" She asked, gesturing to the dressing gown that he wore.
"Ah...um..." He blushed with embarrassment. He knewthat he should have done the laundry yesterday, when he still had a set of clothing to spare... "Forgive me. It appeared that my masculine attire is all in the wash, and I couldn't find anything else that seemed to fit except for my dressing gown. I apologize for my appearance." He twirled another lock of his hair awkwardly, before pulling his hand away and looking down at the ground briefly. This was so embarrassing...
A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts, and the Magician didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Rather, ah, intimate, isn't it?"
He pushed Samus a few steps away by the shoulder as they both turned to face the Hierophant, a fellow member of the Arcane and his lover. The Magician always wondered how odd it was that a former noble had fallen in love with a former servant. The man could be so repulsive towards the Smashers, but always doted on him and him alone. And how possessive and charming he was all at once-the Magician couldn't think of
"Look," Samus started with a growl, "Whatever twisted scene you think you saw, you bastard-"
"Whatever twisted scene I thought I saw? My eyes do not deceive me." The Hierophant responded before his dark amber eyes flickered in the Magician's direction. "I never thought you were the type to...play hard to get with the ladies, with implied flirtatious comments and that polite behaviour of yours." He commented, taking a few steps towards him. "Really, darling, I never thought..."
The Magician shuddered slightly. Did the Hierophant think he was cheating on him? No, no, he must be trying to be teasing right now. The Magician bit his lip for a moment, before looking at the Hierophant in the eyes. No, no, calm down, calm down...
"I was not flirting, Hierophant. Quit your teasing." He spoke with the best monotone expression he could make in his voice and on his face.
The Hierophant paused for a moment. Perhaps he had gotten the hint, to not go any further in front of Samus?
The Magician was mistaken.
The next thing he knew, his back was pressed against the Hierophant's chest with a heavy arm wrapped about his waist, hands caressing his waist and several strands of his hair. "Tease...teasing? Hmm? Perhaps I had a misconception, forgive me, darling Magician..." the Hierophant drawled aloud. There was a pause before the Hierophant's breath could be felt on his ear during his whisper. "I think you're more of the tease than I am, anyway. You're the one playing hard to get, even though you're mine, and you know it."
The Magician did his best not to panic, but he ended up letting out a small shriek as he felt the Hierophant's hands continue their gentle caressing; not that he hated it, of course, but now!? No! Now was not the time-
There was a sickening punch to the Hierophant's face, and the Magician felt an instinct to hit Samus back. He restrained himself-he would not ever dare harm a friend, not ever, but- You idiot! He wanted to scream. Don't do that-you should have just left! Or tell us to go get a room, if you're that disgusted Samus! Something-anything but not that!
The Hierophant took the hit as an invitation to hit Samus back in the face. His punch sent her sprawling onto the ground, and his dark amber eyes shone of a flickering flame of malice.
"Filthy lower ranks." The Hierophant growled, spitting on the ground in disdain as he placed his foot on the bounty huntress' face. "Must they meddle with such private interaction?" He grumbled, turning to face the Magician with a disappointed face.
As if the Magician could call it private interaction-it was anything but private. He let out a sigh, shaking his head a bit.
"Hierophant..." He hesitated, before continuing. "Just let her go. She didn't understand...and besides, you have a match in a couple minutes. I don't like it when you take out your anger on people outside the matches, you know." He ended the statement with a more upset look towards his lover. He really did hate it when the Hierophant picked on the Smashers, especially if their rank was far lower than his.
"Fine." The Hierophant muttered sourly, the expression on his face turning dismal. "I'll just go ahead and kill Bowser, then...slowly and full of torture, just like Strength did to Diddy Kong earlier today. Perhaps I'll even rip him inside out." The Magician felt a twinge of pain in his chest as he watched the Hierophant leave the room-He didn't mean to hurt his feelings. But the Magician knew he had done the right choice-at least, he hoped so.
The Magician helped Samus up. "I'm sorry." He whispered quietly, looking away from her briefly in shame. "I really need to work on defending myself at times like this." He mumbled afterwards, more of as a note to himself than to her.
Samus sighed. "Really, Magician...I don't understand how you ever got into your current relationship with the Hierophant. He always seems to be controlling you in some way."
He froze slightly at this statement-was it really true? He wasn't sure about it, nor did he feel like he wanted to know yet. He would muse about it some other time.
The Magician hesitated before speaking, in a tone that was quieter-as if he was explaining something gravely important to a child. "Samus, other than the Cagemaster, the Hierophant was the one who saved me from real death. Had it not been for either of them, I would not have existed before your very eyes. The Hierophant was the one who nursed me to proper health and showed me the rules were in the tournament, and...The two of us fell for each other eventually. It's very complicated to explain, but then again, Death says that love is a complicated thing at times."
Samus seemed to nod once, in understanding, though she didn't seem to look too happy about Death being mentioned. As far as he knew, he bet that she thought that Death was insane, rambling about how stupid love could be and such.
"We should probably get some rest for tomorrow." The Magician paused as he turned to leave. "Goodnight, Samus."
"Goodnight." Samus replied quietly as he shut the library door behind him.
The Magician hesitated for a moment, standing outside the door. Should he go confront his lover, talk to him a bit? Make him feel better?
He shook his head. He needed sleep. The Hierophant needed sleep. Everyone needed sleep. Sleep was supposed to make everything better, right?
He doubted sleep would help him tonight, though. There was no way that sleep could erase everything that had happened just now, after all.