Hello everyone, this is the newest story I'm going to be working on after Pokémon Highschool. I just wanted to release the first chapter so you all get a feel of what is to come. For all of you who don't know, which is everyone, this IS a harem story, my first attempt, actually. This story is more an original work than it is fanfiction, since it only has two characters from the smash universe, and they are Assist Trophies, (Don't tell on meeee...). Hopefully all goes well and you all enjoy it.
It was a cool November evening when I met her. Our encounter was such an odd one that it will probably linger in my mind for all of eternity. Never in my wildest expectation did I think this would happen, but I can't say I regret any of it.
I woke up, and it was just like any other day. I stretched my limbs and proceed to make way to the empty kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal. As I was halfway through my family traditional breakfast of a single piece of toast with sugar and some orange slives, I heard a couple of knocks from my door and I automatically knew who it was.
"Come in Sasha! I know you have my keys!"
A girl about my height came running in, a smirk across her petite features. She strode into the kitchen like she owned the place. "You've been living across from me for 3 years and you have a set of my keys. Why do you feel the need to knock?" I groaned. "Formalities Kenta, formalities." Sasha giggled, sitting next to me.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for school?" She asked, causing me to sigh loudly. "I don't want to…" I groaned, but her disapproving look made me consider otherwise.
"Come on, you're the top student, you should at least show concern." She said.
"Ugh…fine…you're supposed to be my best friend, not a nagging mother." I groaned as dragging my person to my room in order to change clothes. Throwing on a blue shirt and black trousers I stared at myself in the mirror. My blond hair rested softly upon my head in a disheveled pattern, while my green eyes were fighting to stay awake. My pale skin seamed to just exist to contrast the dark color of my uniform, which wasn't even neat, seeing that that the sleeves were rolled up and my belt was showing. I don't know why I care…I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs.
"Alright Sasha, I'm ready to go." I groaned. She turned to me and pouted, batting her baby blue eyes.
"Come on, can't you show a little concern?" She asked, pointing to my disheveled apparel. I simply shook my head in response, she sighed and stood up. She was a couple inches shorter than me, but still tilted her head to look at me straight in the eye as she fixed up my uniform. I always feel disturbed when I admit this, but Sasha is a really pretty girl for someone who's 16. Long brown hair, bright baby blue eyes, and she sort of had this hour glass figure that got the other guys to stare. Although she's perfectly aware of this, she chooses not to do anything.
The biggest reason why I haven't bothered furthering my relationship with this girl is because I don't care enough about relationships in general. Sasha is the only female friend I have, since I tend to shy away from other girls, and people in general. My dad said it was because our mom ran out on us and we moved around a lot, which does make some sort of sense.
"Hello? Were you listening to anything I just said?" Sasha asked, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance.
"No…but it doesn't matter anyways, because you'll tell me 20 minutes from now." I shrugged, grabbing an apple from the counter and left the house with my best friend in tow.
"Kenta Ryuga." She frowned, giving me that tone that signaled she was about to bring down the truth hammer. "How do you expect to get a girlfriend like that?"
There it was.
I basically ignored the condescending look she was giving me and continued walking. "You know that I don't care about those kinds of things." I groaned as we arrived at the bus stop just on time.
When the two of us arrived to school, things followed the standard procedure of Sasha's friends whisking her away, and me pulling out a book and wasting time, reading in a big oak tree. Yes, I climb up the tree and rest within the branches, away from people.
Since I moved around a lot as a child, my dad was the only one I was attached to. So when he had to go on a business trip, I became an antisocial. I became lazy, yet in peak academic condition, hanging out with no one other else than Sasha.
"Yo Kenta!"
I looked down to see a beefy boy staring at me. I didn't know who he was, but I suspected he was on the football team and needed something from me. With a very bored and monotone voice, I asked him what he need.
"Do my homework for me, so I can go have fun." He responded…that was a stupid demand.
"Why should I do that?" I looked down at him from my cozy spot up in the tree and broke a branch off of it.
"So I don't beat your face in." The beefy boy snarled. I chuckled and flicked the branch at him, "your threat is less threatening since I'm up here." My actions seemed to enrage him even more, as he attempted to climb the tree. I continued to read my book in peace, knowing that with his weight, he couldn't even reach me.
I stopped reading and slowly counted down from 5, enclosing each of my fingers after every soft breath, knowing that he'd mess up and grab the wrong branch. Once I had reached the end, I heard a snap.
"Idiot." I let out a dry chuckle and dropped a flowering branch onto the guy's back. He'd be alright, given his mass he didn't hurt anything vital.
"Rest in Peace…and don't mess with me next time."
The rest of the day carried out as usual as well: I finish my work, then sleep, eat lunch by myself, say hello to Sasha for a brief moment, and I take the bus home while she helps out the student council.
Except… I had to stay behind to help the teacher grade, don't know why she wanted my help, but she wanted to see the final episode of her favorite show so she was in a rush and could get any help. So I missed my usual schedule; to add onto that, I had been enticed by the chance of taking some random bus and I climbed aboard. The thing was that the bus took me nowhere near my house, and my phone was out of juice, so I walked all the way home with nothing but agonizing boredom on my mind. It already beginning to get dark. "Man…today has not been my day." I muttered to myself, taking a short-cut through the alley way to get to my house.
"Now a nice evening of boredom is ahead of me…" Another sigh escaped my lips as I kicked a small soda can in front of me. It sailed through the air, but it didn't hit the ground with the clang I was expecting. It just went silent followed by a slight groan. This was not the result I was expecting, so I went to check out what had happened.
What I found surprised me; a small girl crumpled up in a corner. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked as I checked for a pulse, luckily, there was a very slight one. She simply groaned. I don't know what came over me, but I knew she'd die out here on the streets. There weren't any hospitals, and my phone was out of battery, besides they'd ask me about my connection to her and all that. So I picked her up, hoisted her over my shoulder, and carried her back to my house. Not the best idea, but it looked like it wasn't anything major that affected her.
As I set her down delicately on the couch, regaining my breath. I finally got a good look at the girl I had just carried half a mile. She had this long red dress that reminded me of a nightgown with an orange stripe at the bottom and a skull brooch in the center. Although I thought it was odd for a girl her age to wear something like that, that was not what drew in my attention. It was her hair; my god that thing was HUGE! It was separated into two ginormous pigtails by this big, petal shaped, orange head band.
"She's a foreigner…" I immediately thought; although, I didn't recognize the type of clothing she was wearing, so I couldn't figure out from where.
I went inside to get something to eat, and decided to brew some tea for this girl, for whenever she woke up.
As I had finished brewing the tea and finishing my sandwich, I heard another groaning. I went back to where the girl was, and saw her slowly waking up. Her eyes finally opened and she observed her surroundings.
"Where…where am I?" She asked dizzily. "Um…you're are at my house, I found you on the street and brought you in so you wouldn't die." I explained casually sipping my Earl Grey. "Would you care for some tea, do you remember what happened to you?" I handed her a cup, but she didn't seemed too pleased by my gestures.
"Oh I see…YOU'RE TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!" She exclaimed.
"Whoa…whoa…whoa…calm down. I saved you. The door is right there and I'm here drinking tea, you can leave at any time." I said calmly. It was obvious that she was going to make assumptions, so I wanted not appear threatening.
"I didn't need your help, I could have done fine on my own." She boasted.
"Oh really? I found you on the floor."
"I was resting."
"You barely had a pulse."
"I was conserving my energy."
This girl wouldn't give it a rest, it's like she HAD to be right…
"Ok then, I'm sorry for being concerned. Go back to wherever you came." I sighed, pulling out a book. Silence befell the room as she didn't move an inch, just stood there and played with her hair and looked embarrassed. I took my eyes off of my piece of literature and gazed at this female in front of me. "Well? What are you waiting for? I told you that this wasn't a kidnapping, so you can go home now."
"I…can't…"
"Why not?"
"I'm…not from this world."
I blinked twice and stared blankly at her for a moment, before piecing it all together.
"Oh, you're a cosplayer."
The girl looked shocked at my accusation. "How dare you say that to me, Ashley, the great witch?!"
"Yup, definitely a cosplayer." I certified my hunch. "Listen little girl, it's getting late and your parents are going to get worried." I explained to her, and it only seemed to make her madder.
"Little?! I am a 15 year old girl!" She exclaimed.
"But…you're so little…and flat chested." I said.
Big mistake.
The next thing I knew, I was running away from blue blasts coming out of that girl's wand that she pulled out of seemingly nowhere.
"Holy shit…she is actually a witch…what is this?" I panted as I ducked from another magical blast from her.
"How dare you insult me?! It's just that transferring into this world made me shorter! Also I'm still growing!" She blushed heavily and waved her wand around and fired more spells.
"God, this is ruining my house." I managed to get behind her and pin her to the floor, grabbing her wand.
"Let me go! I will turn you into a spoon!" The girl…presumably Ashley, going by what she exclaimed, yelled. I managed to take the wand from her and got off of her.
"Now explain yourself." I demanded.
Her cheeks darkened. "My name is Ashley…and I was working on a spell…but it went wrong and I ended up here."
I stood there and pondered my options; I could let her go free, or take her in. The first option seemed like a good idea, but I was leaning towards the second for some reason. Maybe it was just because I was so bored in my empty house, but there was something about this girl.
"Ok, here is what I will do for you; since I'm a nice guy, I will let you stay at my house and look after you, and so you can find out how to return home." I offered as I went into the kitchen, grabbing something sweet to calm me down.
"Why should I trust you? You might be out to get me." She sneered.
"If I was, I wouldn't give you the option to leave." I responded sarcastically, searching through my pantries. "Also, considering that you have nowhere to go, I'm your best bet."
"…why do you want to help me?"
I turned to her for a brief moment and shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure, I just know I'm not going to be bored with you here."
"Alright…I'll stay for a little while."
"Glad to hear it." I chuckled.
"First give me back my wand."
"Oh no, you're not getting this back."
"Why not?! That is so unfair."
"You tried to kill me!" I shouted, facing her again.
"I didn't really mean it when I said I was going to turn you into a spoon…" She said shyly.
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my sweet desert from its refrigeration and immediately began to devour it, catching the young witch's attention.
"You…have…cake?"
"Yah, my friend Sasha likes to bake, so she gave me this cake. Here, you can have some."
I gave her a portion of my food, and she instantly gobbled it up. "So yummy…" She smiled, and I had to say, it was adorable.
"Well then, it's getting late. You can sleep in my room, and I'll take the couch." I yawned, plopping myself down on said couch, however I looked at her expecting a look of gratitude, and instead one of fear and embarrassment.
"B-but…I always sleep next to Red." She whimpered; honestly…she's such a kid.
"I don't know where he is, so I can't do anything about it."
"C-c-could you fill in for him? I have trouble sleeping by myself…and I feel like you won't do anything bad."
"You can't be serious, Ashley."
She was.
So here I am, resting in my bed as every other day. To the right of me is some cute and tiny 15 year old girl, who wants me to replace something named 'Red' and is currently snuggling into my chest.
"Thank you…um…I don't know your name." Her voice was a bit muffled from her being attached to my chest.
"It's Kenta…Kenta Ryuga."
"Nice to meet you…thanks for letting me stay…"
After that short sentence, the young girl drifting off to sleep, cuddling me like I was some giant stuffed animal.
One thing's for sure; I'm not going to be bored anymore.
So that was the first chapter. I've already finished the second chapter and am currently working on the third. However they won't be released until Pokémon Highschool is finished, most likely around July. Send in reviews, suggestions, some ideas you have. I might contact you if I think you have something I can use.
Well this is all I have to say right now, so I hope you all enjoy.