Disclaimer : A beggar-equivalent fangirl like me could OBVIOUSLY NOT own this.

Yet another entry added to PitFTW + Foxpilot's Romance contest~! *insert rainbows* But seriously, I don't think this is very good. XD Mario seems kinda angsty and it looks like I'm bashing him. XD XD *Atleast, I think so..* (DON'T WORRY MARTH, YOU'RE STRAIGHT THIS TIME!)

She was the object of his obession.

Everyday, he would watch her, invisible through her eyes as she ventured through her kingdom. Greeting her subjects like old friends, she went around spreading the happiness that kept her kingdom loyal. Despite saving her every so often from the overgrown, wishful-thinking, Koopa King; it never changed the way she thought about him : nothing more than a friend.

Yes, there was the occasional cake and cheek kiss, but those things were only meant as "thank you's". Everytime he would think about things like this, his heart would degrade little by little, eating away at his obsession with his princess. His infatuation with her had become stronger each time. Unfortunately, he knew that there was someone else. The only object between him and his 'facination'. And that person was everything he wasn't. The man was a prince who vailantly fought for his kingdom despite exile. Mario, on the other hand, was nothing more than a porky, Italian plumber who had no imaginary kingdom to defend, but only a princess.

'That isn't yours,' A small, jealous voice in the back of his head spat disgustingly.

From a distance, he saw the 'gentle' blue-haired prince greet her behind in a friendly way. He saw her giggle happily, showing off the radiant smile that was really meant for him. A pang ran through him as though he'd been shot through the heart. He wanted her all to himself and not share her, not with his friends nor with her own subjects. Like a spoiled child with a new toy. Only she was more fragile than just a 'toy'.

At night, Mario would do nothing but stare at the gentle glow of the moon that protectively stood watch over the grand castle. He would think of her always before bed. Along with those thoughts, he wished silently to become the handsome prince that was really meant to save his princess. He wanted to be in that valiant prince's shoes and feel what it was like to be the closest one to her.

What he didn't know was that the princess really did think of him as something more than the porky, over-all wearing plumber that managed to save her.

Because he was her own private prince.

Again, probably the most crappy story in the contest. (BECUASE IT'S SHORT AND STUBBY. XD) But oh well, I guess it's okay... -pats it-