"I got it!"

"No you don't, you just think-"

"Then I got it!"

"No you don't either! You both-"

"WE got it!"

Fox slammed his head on the table, grabbing his ears and pulled them to a pint he looked to be trying to rip them off. Captain Flacon and Roy only smirked and laughed with victory; or THEY thought so.

"For the last time…Scrabble HAS no word "Wascrakinbiotch" in it! There is no way to spell it if-It's not even a real word! How can you two imbecile-"

"Forget it Fox." Link sighed as the two Smashers began chanting in their own victory song that had said word in it. "Just…leave it."

Fox, along with Marth sat his side sighed in defeat while they all sat in the main hall, along with a few other Smashers in the room. The Main Hall was a large circular room, filled with sofa's, couches and seats, and all other sorts to make the perfect place to relax after battles. With a single large TV at the far side of the room, where many more battles rage on over the remote, the Main Hall provided the best place for comfort, relaxation's, and mayhem. At the moment, Falco, Luigi and the Ice Climbers were in a bloody match over the remote; sofa cushions, ice, mushrooms, and a lamp flying everywhere. The other side of the room consisted a kitchen as big as a house on its own to hold up a lot of food. Ever since the Smashers found out Kirby and Yoshi have a habit of eating every two minutes or less, they made it bigger.

It had been several months since the legendary "Super Smash Brother's" has reopened, adding to the sequel "Melee". The first one had ended years ago, leaving the famous characters to go back to their homes as though nothing had ever happened. Coming back felt as though they were returning to a dream they had woken up to long, long ago. To this day they all felt as though they were trapped within a dream they can't seem to wake up from. Not a nightmare, just…a very odd dream.

"Dinner!" Princess Peach cried out holding a huge bucket of steaming soup. Within seconds, Smashers from all over the mansion they all lived in, rushed to the kitchen in a stampede! The roof and floors trembled at all the commotion, but no one seemed to be frightened; far too used to the day-to-day commotion by now. Being the dainty little lady she was, Peach made everyone wait (including Gannondorf and Bowser, smacking their sneaking hands away) until the slowest of the group arrived. That being Ness on account of his short feet.

Peach's blue eyes wondered over to one of the connected rooms, finding one Smasher not joining them. Now there was always a Smahser or two who won't join the "Family" as she calls it for dinner; whether it be for training or privacy. Everyone can respect that. She wondered away from the table and stood a little ways away from the Smasher, smiling a bit as he meditated by himself in the quiet room.

"Mewtwo, won't you join us?" the princess asked kindly.

Mewtwo, a mutated Pokemon, opened one violet eye to glance over at the blond. She was the few who Mewtwo grew fond with. With her over obsessive kindness to everything and everyone, she managed to find a way to Mewtwo's heart as an overlooking mother he never had.

"I am fine Peach. Thank you." the Pokemon said politely to her, returning to his meditating.

The princess nodded and walked back to the kitchen, hurrying along as she saw Yoshi and Kirby fighting over the spoon, DK making things worst by slamming on the ground with monkey joy. The Pokemon sighed, feeling yet ANOTHER headache come along, and forced a barrier over his non-seen ears to hold back the noise. But nothing can ever be that strong enough to hold back the noise within the Smasher Mansion. He was tempted to leave the main hall when he felt the presence of the small and meek Pichu, crawling it's way to his side.

"Chu?" the tiny creature squeaked at the taller creature. Mewtwo again opened one eye to glance at the small form at his feet. Its big eyes stared at him tiredly and Mewtwo knew what he wanted.

With a sigh he nodded his head to him, earning an excited, "Chu!" from the yellow mouse and felt its tiny body scurry up his tail and back as though he was a stepping stoop. He held back a grin as the small furry thing curled up into a ball and let out a yawn on the top of his head. It nuzzled on his scalp between his pointy horns and instantly fell asleep, bubbles floating out of his nose. Mewtwo chuckled a bit and continued to grin with the chaos in the kitchen still going on.

Ness and Young Link looked over to the calm, collective Pokemon. Nothing ever seemed to bother the majestic creature. No one could get on his nerves. Not even the villains of the group or the most annoying. He was a stone pillar of coolness. They hardly even know his past other than he was a generated Pokemon from a fossil of a legendary Pokemon called Mew.

"I wonder if he even has a soul." Ness murmured under his breath. Young Link could only blink curiously and then reached for his spoon.

Three hours later, Mewtwo was levitating outside his dorm room on the balcony with the wind blowing on his face in a gentle breeze. Behind and inside the room his roommates Pichu, Pikachu, young Link, and Ness were all sound asleep in their little beds. Young Link had a small hammock to himself with Ness the only one with a real bed. Pichu and Pikachu prefer to sleep either with the boys like a pet cat or on the floor. After all, they were wild Pokemon and Link had been so used to his travels that he feels uncomfortable in bed sheets.

Mewtwo never really slept. He would only sleep after he had done the adventure trials. Afterwards he would turn into a trophy and rest for a bit. To him, that was the ultimate sleep. So immense…you almost feel dead.

Now that he thought about it, the concept of death intrigued him. He knew while he was in the tournament he couldn't die for real, but…death came so rarely to Pokemon in general. Him being Legendary was also something he must consider. If he were to die…what would happen next? Would there be another like him? Would he simply cease to exist? Would he go somewhere? Does he even want to die?

His life has been short so far, he was only created so long ago. His life was as long, perhaps shorter even, than the children within the mansion. To many, he has the lifespan of a child barely in his toddler years. But he looks nothing like one.

He has no idea what lies ahead of him. Then again, he never really did. He wanted to join this tournament to get his mind off other things; the betrayals, the hardships, the confusion, ect. And for a while it worked. He practically forgot all about the outside world and concentrated on the tournament alone.

But now the Master Hand has been speaking about ending the tournament soon and start a new one in a few years. That would mean he would have to return to his own world…to those humans.

Mewtwo sighed. There was also a rumor that SOME of them won't be coming back in the next tournament. At the moment he didn't know whether that's good or bad on his part. Come back to this world of endless fighting or stay in his world with more endless fighting along with many more problems thrown at him.

He looked back inside to see Pichu and Young Link in the same hammock, snoring gently. A ghost of a smile came over his snout. He would prefer it better if those two weren't in the game. When they first arrived, he felt such fear radiating in them both. They didn't know what to expect. They were fresh to the game and had never ever faced something like these tournaments before. But those two hid it well and fought with all their might. He admired how far they have come from the beginning to now. Pichu the most for being the most fragile of the Smashers.

Ness and Pikachu are fine. They were in the game way back before he was in it and were doing fine even then. If they were to be back in the next round, than he would wish them the best of luck.

Mewtwo felt a strong bond to them all. The mutated thing felt a pang of protectiveness over them whenever they go out into battle. Or he would feel that bond strengthen whenever he was near them. Perhaps it was the concept that in spirit, how he is like them in a way; young, naïve, and exploring this strange universe. Although he never showed it, he considered them…brothers.

That word…brothers. That was in the tournament name. So odd. A term representing family, a close bond, a friendship…put into a fighting royal where they knew nothing but victory, defeat, records, and battle skills. The concept confused him to no end. Just like the word "comrades" was used in the main hall, and how everyone could act so calm after so many battles at one another. No hate or anything could be felt in there.

Even Peach and Mario, the said "soon to be married" couple have fought each other, and still have a strong bond. A curious notion. But then again, some of the Smashers have been in the tournament before him, so he probably doesn't understand everything quite yet. Perhaps in the past if he have known about it...

His past.

Mewtwo has a past no one here other than Pikachu herself, that gentle yet powerful yellow electric mouse, knows of it. He would rather keep it that way. No one knows what his old intensions were; the details of how he was created, the powers he was given and what he has done with them. How he wanted to destroy the world at some point, and that it took the death of an innocent boy to stop him.

Mewtwo wondered, maybe worried, that if the young ones knew of it…would they still see him the same way?

Would anyone?

Mewtwo shook his head and turned back to the moon. It shined brightly in the sky. Illuminating the darkness with light along with the dots of stars scattered all over it.

Looking at the moon, a thing he once compared himself to as a copy long ago, he felt something odd about it. He once heard from Zelda, the wisest princess he should ever meet, that with every moon there is a sun to shine on it; bringing it meaning to shine on its planet. Because with no sun to send its loving rays to the galaxy it watches over, there would be no moon in the heavens. The moon needs a light to look to, even if it is lonely.

Again, he was confused at the odd concept. Zelda said he would understand what it means in due time. But he still had his doubts.

Still, so long as he was in the tournament, while it lasted, he has a purpose at last; to prove himself he is strong.

So long as he has that, he'll be fine.

With a tire sigh, Mewtwo slipped back into concentrating on his energy. He did have a team battle tomorrow.

Outside the world of the Smashers, a small creature (at least small compared to the vast void of space) flew through the airless galaxies in a magical glow. Not a feature could be seen on this thing, her whole body made of nothing but light. Still, the only thing that could be distinguished was her bright glowing blue eyes set on a small planet ahead of her and a coy smile growing on her face.

Well, this is gonna be a MewtwoxMew story folks. BE prepared. :D More to come soon! And yes, Mewtwo's character seems a bit OOC, but here is after some fightings and he has learned to be more well mannered than the one in the movies, ect, ect. But that's only cause he's expected to and no one bugs him about it (well, not that anyone would dare to anyway). But things are about to change. w Enjoy!