Author note: I do not own Super Smash bros. Nor do I own the song that partially inspired this, 'Clarity' by Zedd ft. Foxes, hence the title of this fic. There are other songs that inspired this fic (some dubstep/synthpop, some of different genres) and I don't own them, either.
...To be honest, I'm kind of just experimenting here out of boredom, if you're wondering how this came up. I will try to update 'Fight Inside or 'Rebirth' in the next little while, but I'll be working on this, too (though updates might not be too often, mind you).
Warning: Takes place post-Subspace Emissary, OCs (yes, there are OCs...), possible/implied pairings, violence, possible shounen-nai/shoujo-ai/yaoi/yuri/slash...Am I missing anything? ...I don't think so...
Constructive Criticism would be greatly appreciated, as this is kind of an experiment (like my fic 'Colours,' except with more of an actual plot). I hope you guys read, review and enjoy! Thanks!
Clarity
1. Parade of Eccentrics
A few figures stood in front of a mansion, the gates surrounding it an iron black. One figure, with scars all over her skin, gazed at the mansion quietly.
"So, this is the mansion that houses the renowned Smashers." She spoke, her deep voice trailing to a soft pause. She then continued, turning to the others. "Shall we enter?"
The others nodded, and they started to walk closer to the mansion doors.
Master Hand sighed as he worked away at all the paperwork. So much damage had been done in the past few months, and he knew he had to take care of them. His brother Crazy Hand was nowhere to be found, at least not since the whole Subspace Emissary scenario. At least he'd escaped Tabuu's clutches. At least, Master Hand hoped so. The
Tabuu. Master Hand was still irked at the fact that he let that rainbow-winged ruler of Subspace take control over him for those few months. With that being done, because he let Tabuu take control, all this damage was done. If only, if only he had enough power at the time to erase Tabuu out of existence before he let Tabuu take control-
If he'd been powerful enough at the time, he would have wiped out Tabuu in an instance. But travelling through Subspace had weakened him and Crazy, and Tabuu wasn't a mere Primid that one could squash in an instant.
His thoughts were interrupted as Lucario burst into the office. The Aura Pokemon slipped on a few papers that Master Hand had earlier knocked onto the floor by accident and leaded on his rear painfully. Lucario winced in slight pain, before slowly getting up.
"Master Hand. There are some people that wish to speak with you." Lucario started. "They would not give their names, nor their reasons for why they wished to speak with you."
"I see..." Master Hand floated towards the door. "I will take care of this."
As Master Hand floated down the hallway, thoughts flew about in his mind. Who wants to speak to me now? I hope it's no other people complaining about damages done to such and such places by Subspace...
It wasn't what he expected. A group of people stood at the entrance, and each of them looked quite...Eccentric. Yes, eccentric was definitely the right word to describe their appearance. Each one of them looked different from the rest of the group.
One of them was a girl with short black hair, in a sort of gothic-lolita style of gown of the colours black, grey and white. Her shoes, mary janes, were black and there were white socks to accompany them. Many thin scars traced all over her pale skin, and her eyes shone a light bluish-green, an obvious contrast to the dark attire. She stared at Master Hand quizzically, unsure of what to say or do.
The second was a man, with light blond shoulder-length hair and deep crimson eyes, like Lucario's own. He wore a cream-coloured blazer, blending with the lavender vest and cream-coloured, collared shirt underneath. Cream-coloured pants and shoes finished off the look, and he even had a top hat that was cream-coloured as well, with a lavender sash about it. He took it off as soon as he saw Master Hand, and bowed deeply in respect.
The third was a woman, about the same age as the man or slightly younger, with wavy, dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. A light brown corset, probably leather, was worn underneath a black blazer. She wore black pants and boots as well (black socks, too), and she held a cane in one hand. Master Hand noted the golden pocket watch sticking out of her blazer pocket, and an ammunition belt with a revolver hanging onto it. She stared at him like any curious child would with her black eyes wide, and she tilted her head to the side, too.
The fourth was another man, with silver hair loose and somewhat straight. He looked quite youthful, in contrast to what regular people would look like if they had grey hair; those types would look obviously more aged than himself. He wore glasses, and his complexion was as pale as the black-haired girl, but not littered with scars unlike her. He wore a black scarf about his neck, and he wore a trenchcoat of the same colour, with black pants and shoes. He seemed indifferent to the fact that a giant, disembodied hand was floating in front of him, and his clear rose-quartz eyes seemed blank.
The last of the group was a girl, older than the black-haired girl but a few years younger than the rest of them. She had hair of sky blue, groomed into a neat bob. Her eyes were almost colourless, save for tints of grey. A sundress of rainbow watercolours adorned her frame and she wore light blue sandals. A light blue watch rested on her wrist, and Master Hand noticed she wore light blue leg and arm warmers as well.
"Greetings, Master Hand." The girl of sky blue hair spoke. "My companions and I have gotten quite lost, as we don't really have a place to go, and we are in need of shelter. We are willing to pay for this." She snapped her fingers, and the blond-haired man caught a suitcase conjured of out of thin air. He opened it, revealing many Smash coins inside.
Though the offer was fine, Master Hand shook his head/body. "There is no need for you to pay. You are welcome to stay here until you all figure out a way back home." He responded politely.
"Actually, that isn't exactly possible." The silver-haired man responded quickly, crossing his arms as he spoke. "Our homes were completely destroyed by Subspace, and-"
"Oh, shush already Lyndon..." The brown-haired woman muttered out of annoyance to the silver-haired one. "This is the Master Hand who is trying to work away at repairing everything since the whole Subspace Emissary thing ended! At least be a little more sympathetic for him!" She ended, taking out her revolver and pointing it at his head.
"Goodness, Amelia, please..." The blond man responded, stepping between the two and pushing the revolver away from Lyndon. "Try to be a little more civil in front of Master Hand. I don't think he would appreciate silent death threats to each other." Amelia just let out a huff, before putting the revolver away.
"Don't worry. I deal with approximately forty Smashers every day, since the Subspace Emissary, and some are arch enemies to each other. It can always be worse." Master Hand reassured him. "What are your names, by the way?"
"Well, my name is Zakuro." The black-haired girl spoke up, grinning. "Nice to meet you, mister Master Hand. Or should I just call you Master Hand? Or Hand? Or Master?"
"Master Hand is fine, thank you." Master Hand told her, before turning to the others. "And the rest of you...?"
"My name is Lyndon." The silver-haired man responded quietly.
"My name is Amelia. Nice to meet you, I guess..." The brown-haired woman responded.
"Sir, my name is Andre. 'Tis a pleasure to finally meet you." The blond-haired man answered, bowing again to Master Hand with his hat removed.
"I am Xeraphina." The blue-haired girl finished, smiling at the end of her statement. "All of us are honoured that you would take us in, Master Hand."
"Okay, okay...What?"
"Yes! More women! Finally!"
"They're staying with us?"
"Who the heck are these guys?"
The Smashers had mixed reactions amongst themselves as Master Hand introduced the guests. Standing at the back of the crowd of Smashers who were talking with the new guests was Mewtwo, observing the newcomers carefully.
"Yo, Mewtwo, aren't you going to say hello to them?" The psychic Pokemon turned to see Roy make his way towards him. "They're pretty nice, in my opnion...Okay, maybe except for the Lyndon guy, he's a little cold...But I'm sure he'll open up soon." The red-haired swordsman remarked.
"Of course I will greet them, Roy. It would be rude not to." Mewtwo responded casually. "All of them seem very...Eccentric. All of them together make a parade of eccentrics, in my opnion. Their appearances individually are quite different than most regular people, obviously, but together, with all their differing styles and behaviours...It's remarkable how they all fit together like pieces of a puzzle."
Roy was a bit confused at the statement. "Should I assume you're complimenting them?" He asked.
"...No. Not yet." Mewtwo muttered in response, before floating over to the other Smashers. Roy wasn't sure what Mewtwo really meant, but he had a feeling things were going to get interesting from now on.