The Watery Aura

Chapter 1- Do You Dare to Enter?

So I was watching the Super Smash Brothers Direct and I came to the end of it. Yes, I was shocked that Charizard was by himself, but that's a bit off-topic.

Anyways, when I saw Greninja, at first I thought that he was actually Mewtwo. Bummer... I really wanted him to return... At least to me, he's has a similar personality to Lucario, who happens to be my favorite Pokemon of all time. (Yes, I know I only played one game for the series, but still.)

So, I thought of making this fic about the two having a strong friendship that slowly starts to build up between them. I will explain more after you read this chapter, so enjoy!

~KF


Speechless.

That's how the latest addition to the Super Smash Brothers roster was feeling at the time. Standing upright with his head lifted, glancing at the top of the Smash Mansion was the current position he was in.

Although, one would think why in the name of Arceus was he there in the first place?

Just one reason. That just a few days ago, he had been confirmed to participate in the new Super Smash Brothers era.

His reaction? The same expression he was doing at that very moment. Speechless, not uttering a single word from his mouth, only because he could not find the right words to say.

His trainer was certainly shocked as well, back in his home land of course. All the two did was exchange very long glances with each other. As a result, the water-type Pokemon began to wonder what was the first word he was going to say.

However, the first word that leapt from his lips was rather a word that the Pokemon did not expect. Not a 'no', nor an 'if', nor a 'but'.

"Go..."

After that word was spoken, his trainer formed a small smile, giving his Pokemon the information that he actually wanted him to participate in the fourth Smash era along with the other fighters that received an invitation, and also the fact that he deserved it after all the fighting he'd done.

Following the silence that occurred between the two that lasted for about twenty seconds, his Pokemon looked away, only for his eyes to glance back at his trainer once another second passed by with a shocking expression, along with a surprised and questionable look to add into the mix, enough to tell his trainer if he really was serious.

His response with a simple nod, yet his head moved rather slowly.

As soon as the water-type finish remembering about the reaction that he and his trainer made, he slowly lifted his left foot from the ground, before placing it back on the land once again, taking his first step after a couple minutes of standing tall and straight. He continued this process within the same speed until he finally reached the front door of the Smash Mansion.

Then, he stopped dead in his tracks once again, his eyes glazing upon the golden door knob that was faced in front of him. Sure, the next option he was deciding on was simply turning the door knob so that the door would be open, but nervousness was the main emotion that awakened inside his body.

About ten seconds later, a hand slowly reached for the golden door knob, letting go of one of the three suitcases he had. However, just when he was about to touch it, he stopped for another moment to think. Why was he about to turn the door knob? To open the door, of course. Why wouldn't he? Well, the door will most likely be locked, due to the fact that nobody who lived inside the mansion wanted any strangers to enter the mansion to steal their belongings, have themselves being kidnapped or fought by, or any other consequence that would come to one's mind.

That was the main reason why the smash newcomer decided to take his hand, form it into a fist, and knock twice on the solid brown door.

And he did just that. Blinking, his fist deformed back into an unclenched one once again. He almost instantly began to wonder who was going to answer the door. Was it gonna to be the one who sent the invitation? Or, was it going to be a fellow smasher of his?

Fortunately, his question was answered when the door finally opened. In response, the new fighter widen his eyes almost instantly. Nervousness re-entered his chest, forcing his heart to race as a consequence. To add onto it, as soon as he saw the one who opened the door for him, his heart raced even more.

"... ... ... ... ..."

"... ... ... ... ..."

Not one of the two said anything to start a conversation.

Realizing this, the giant, white floating hand, who was the one who grabbed the knob to make the door open, chose to speak first. "Ah, hello." He greeted, "Welcome to the Smash Mansion. You are now officially confirmed as a smasher. I hope you enjoy your stay here. If you want, I can allow a smasher to help you with your belongings."

"... ...That would be nice... ..." The newbie said, while he slowly nodded his head, "But, I think I can take care of it, thank you..."

"Alright, then..." said the hand, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Master Hand, the master of all the smashers, and this mansion. And your name is Greninja, correct?"

"Yes,... Master Hand." replied the Pokemon call Greninja, "That is my name."

Following a sigh, Master Hand floated in front of the smash newbie before turning around to face him. "Follow me, I shall show you to your room."

With that being said, Greninja followed Master Hand up the first set of stairs to start the journey to his new room.

"Wait a minute... Did he just say... A room?" The new fighter thought. Of course, Greninja knew that he had heard the rather large hand, correctly, though instead of letting those words enter sink into his mind, he wanted to hold a question against it. He never had a personal room back in his home world, along with his fellow Pokemon that belonged to their trainer. They would all sleep in the same their Poke Balls while their trainer would sleep in his room.

Just for that reason, a room was new to him.

He was so busy thinking about rooms, he just now noticed that they were ascending another floor. As they reached the top of the stairs and started to walk along said floor, he looked to see some smashers that were once laughing, playing, and conversing almost immediately stopped to see the smash newcomer walking by, making him eye them back. Just because of their looks, Greninja felt a little strange. Sure, he knew very well, that there were fighters from other worlds that lived in the Smash Mansion, but he never pictured that they looked anything like the ones he was seeing.

First, he saw two boys, who were apparently kids, whose heads Greninja thought to be way too big for their bodies, not to mention their plain black eyes, playing tag with each other. One of the two wore a red cap, though his blackish hair was still seen, along with red sneakers, blue jean shorts, and a blue and yellow striped, short-sleeved shirt. The other one had blonde hair, a orange and yellow striped, the same colors being for his sneakers, and like the first one, he also wore blue jean shorts.

Next, he saw three princess conversing with each other, with make-up being their topic. The first princess that came across Greninja's eyes had blonde hair just like the second child he saw that reached the middle of her back and wore a floor-length pink gown which covered her red high heels with white evening gloves that reached beyond her elbows. Though, Greninja did not realize that since his eyes were almost instantly fixed on the ring on her middle finger from on her right hand.

After glancing at her blue, round, sapphire earrings and the crown on her head, he moved onto the next princess, who happened to be a dirty blonde with pointy ears, which looked a little abnormal for Greninja, but once again, he knew that she was a fighter from some other world he was unfamiliar with. She wore a long dress like the first princess, but that was when he noticed a design near the bottom, which Greninja decided to ignore for the time being. And again, like the first princess, she wore long white gloves, though the tiara on her head replaced the crown.

The third and final princess smasher had a sky gown, but the main difference was that she had it in a somewhat different form. There was a frill at the bottom of said gown that looped around until reaching a point in the middle, causing an undergown to be shown as another layer. She had a silver crown placed on top of her head along with her lighter blonde hair. The water-type also took notice of her star-shaped yellow earrings.

After he glanced at a few more smashers, he and Master Hand ascended, yet another set of stairs. Right when they both got to the top, Master Hand turned around to face his new smasher, despite him not having one.

"Turns out, your room happens to be the last one on this floor, near Wario and Lucario's. I'll let you unpack, and then, I will find a smasher that is available to show you what Smash Mansion has to offer."

When that was said, a small smile came to view on Greninja's face. "Thanks..."

The two then went their separate ways. Greninja to his new room, and Master Hand going back down the stairs. Not paying attention to a couple more smashers, he finally approached his room almost half a minute later.

"Well, here goes..." He thought to himself as he turned open the golden doorknob, resembling the one on the front door of the mansion.

To react what he saw, he simply shrugged.

The room looked pretty average. Just a plain, white room with a bed, that already had a mattress on that looked comfortable to Greninja. Thanks to another door inside the room being opened, he could see the personal bathroom. There were also a double-door not too far from his bed that he assumed that it was his closest.

"...Well, time to unpack..." He said to no one in particular as he started to unpack his belongings.


Almost fifteen minutes later, Greninja was glancing at his new alarm clock he received after his trainer's father heard the news. So, he gave it to him for him to consider it as a gift.

It read ten minutes past eleven in the morning. Master Hand never gave him the time, or at least how long he would have been gone before returning with the smasher that was supposed to give him a tour of the mansion.

"...Should I wait?" Greninja asked, glancing at the doorway.

As if on cue, the water-type Pokemon heard footsteps that was coming straight for his room.

"...That's probably him and that smasher..." He said inside his mind.

A few seconds later, an italian plumber wearing blue overalls, a red shirt and cap that had a white circle in the middle along with a red 'M' came into view into the doorway Greninja was currently looking at. Obviously, it was his brown shoes that made the noise.

But, that was when another question poofed inside his head. "...Where's Master Hand?"

Even though the other smasher never heard asking that question, it was still answered. "Hello, you must be Greninja, the newest addition to the Smash Family. Unfortunately, Master Hand is unable to be here at this very moment, due to him having to deal with an incident that happened in the kitchen. But on the bright side, I'm here to give you a tour around the mansion."

"...Well, that explains it... Hmm... I wonder what happened down there..."

Nevertheless, he ignored his own thought as the other smasher resumed to speak.

"I'm Mario, assuming you want to know my name. I was the first smasher to join the Smash Mansion, which is why I always happened to be the 'leader' on certain things."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mario." Greninja replied, before reaching his hand out to shake it with the first smasher he spoke to.

"You, too." Mario nodded with a small smile, "Well, then..."

He took a couple steps to the side, looking out the door, only to do so back at the Pokemon about a second later. "Shall we begin?"

"Gladly."

With a nod being made by Greninja, he and the italian plumber took a few steps to head out the door, before Greninja followed Mario down the hallway before descending a set of stairs.


"And this is the Teleporter Room."

Right now, Mario and Greninja were on the ground floor of the mansion, where they finally approached their final destination, the Teleporter Room.

Greninja chose the opportunity to glance at his surroundings after the two took a few steps inside. It was plain white just like his room, with four teleporters in the center.

Up ahead, there was a large touch screen, displaying many pictures of different destinations, forcing the water-type Pokemon to be in a slightly confused mood.

Expecting that reaction to be made by him, Mario had to explain. "This is basically where we go if we want to fight each other whenever we like. Up to four smashers can battle, which is why you see only four teleporters. The touch screen up ahead is where you can select the stage you and your fellow smashers want to fight on. However, these are the stages for the third era, or the brawl era as you may wanna call it. The stages for the fourth era are currently unavailable. But over time, they will be when we have all of the newcomers, assist trophies, etc."

Although Greninja wasn't familiar when Mario mentioned 'assist trophies', he continued to listen to his explanation.

"Since the brawl era is coming to an end, you won't have to wait long. Be glad you're not one of the first three newcomers, since they have been waiting for quite some time, now. Unfortunately, you newcomers are unable to participate in matches as a result of this. However, you can train with us if you want. After all, pratice makes perfect as people say. Just come and find me when I'm available and we'll be off to the Training Room."

"That's fine with me." Greninja said, his small smile slowly becoming visible on his face, "... ...W-wait a minute... ..."

"I think I know what you're thinking." The savior of the Mushroom Kingdom interrupted, "You're probably thinking that will get injured severely and will almost immediately be sent to the infirmary. But, that's not the case. Although you would feel a bit of pressure, you will not feel any pain. More will be explained when you head into your first match."

"... ... ..." Greninja fell silent for a moment before slowly nodding his head once again. "Thank you. You had me worried there for a second."

"Yeah." smiled Mario, nodding back at him, "We all were worried about that, too, when Master Hand started to talk to us about the fights. Trust me, you will love them and have a wonderful experience."

He shifted his body around to face the direction he and the newcomer came from. "Well, I would like to stay and continue to converse with you, but I want to check on my brother. He said that he found something... 'spooky' in his closest and is currently waiting for me... impatiently... Though I'm pretty sure it's nothing... I guess if you want, you can go ahead and talk to some other smashers. See ya around!"

Not even waiting him to respond, Mario dashed out of the Teleporter Room, Greninja watching him do so with a blink of his pair of eyes.

"... ... ...Talking to other smashers... ... ..." Greninja said in his head, remembering Mario's words, "I suppose I can do that to kill some time here... But the question is, who in the name of Arecus shall I visit first?"


"... ... ... ... ..."

The location Greninja was now in was directly in front of a fellow smasher's door. It happened to be placed right next to his. Of course he knew that he didn't have to travel all the way back near his room just to starting conversing with other fighters. He actually wasn't originally planning to do that. But as he traveled to his current destination, he looked to see that everyone else's room door was open. If there was a smasher inside, there would be at least one other smasher in there. And Greninja only wanted to talk to one smasher for the time being.

"...This shouldn't be too bad, should it?" He asked inside of his own brain, "I mean, all I am going to do is converse with whoever is in there... But I hear nothing,... so I assume that there's only one in there... But, what if that smasher is asleep?"

He knew that his question would be answered if he was just bring his hand up, form it into a clenched fist, and using it to knock on the white door. Almost three seconds later, the water-type Pokemon finally considered doing just that.

Knocking twice, the smash newbie began to wait for an answer. He decided that if he doesn't receive an answer in the following twenty seconds, he would walk away to find another smasher to talk to.

Though almost five seconds later, he saw the golden door knob turning, before the whole door started to open, causing nervousness to enter Greninja's body once again, wondering what the other fighter would look like. Was it going to be one of the smashers he saw on the way to unpack his things in his room? Or was it going to be a completely different one?

He got his answer as soon as the smasher revealed himself to be a dog-like figure. His fur was blue and black, with cream-colored fur on his torso. There were three spikes that were noticable indeed. Two of them were on the wrists of his palms, while the third was a large, glaring one placed in the center of the chest. The water-type Pokemon knew at that moment that he needed to take extra caution unless he wanted to get impaled by the chest spike, as well as the possibility getting killed by it. After all, he didn't need to get stabbed on his first day at the Smash Mansion.

His ears and snout were rather long, with the latter reminding Greninja of the long, pointed ears of the second princess he saw on the way to his room for the first time. Red was the color of his eyes, which happened to be Greninja's favorite color, despite most his body being a dark blue color. It was also a concerning fact to his trainer as to why he preferred red over blue. Unfortunately, not even the dark-type had the answer.

To him, it was also interesting that the smasher had four appendages on his head. The fur color was also black, as well as some parts of his face. Due to the style, ir reminded Greninja of the headband of an actual ninja. If he was looking down, he would have found out that he actually stood on his toes, rather than his entire foot.

"... ... ...Is it... okay if I come in...?" Greninja asked the veteran fighter.

"...I have no problem with that." He answered, pulling the door back until it was wide open, allowing Greninja to step inside. Before he could turn around, the dog-like smasher closed the door shut.

The next option he considered doing was walking up to the Pokemon.

"... ...So... ..." Greninja started to think of what were the first words he could say to the Pokemon to start a conversation.

Though, Lucario was already a step ahead of him. "So, you're the new smasher, right?"

"...Correct..." Greninja answered him, "Let's start with the introductions before we can get anywhere. I'm a Greninja, a Pokemon if you are wondering what I am."

"I knew it..." Thought Lucario, his turn to reply to his fellow smasher, "I happened to be a Pokemon as well... I'm a Lucario."

That statement was very shocking to Greninja. He had heard of Lucarios back in his home land, but never before in his life had he actually seen one.

Sometime before Lucario was announced for the next Super Smash Brothers era, he had taken a visit back to his home world. His friend Mewtwo was there, which was a surprise to him considering on how he'd never actually seen in the Smash World, since he was one of the rejects back from the second era, or the Melee era as what the smashers call it.

The two shared about a fifteen minute long conversation, conversing with each other about the Smash World, the upcoming era, their trainers, and other Pokemon. Greninjas happened to be one of the lucky Pokemon that got brought up to the topic. Mewtwo gave a full description as to what they look like, which made Lucario guessed that the Pokemon he was glancing at currently was one of them.

"... ... ...I did not know that you were actually a Pokemon... ..." said Greninja, shaking his head slowly, "I actually thought you were a smasher from another world..."

"Good thing I told you now." replied the other Pokemon, "Otherwise, you would probably be way more nervous at this very moment."

He thought for a moment. "Actually, yes. Because I have never met someone outside of my own world... I didn't even know that there was more than one world until sometime after I found out that I was invited to participate in the new Smash Brothers era. Are you a veteran fighter, or a newcomer?"

"The former." responded Lucario, "Since the new era is still on its way, I am now a veteran."

"...So basically you were a smash fighter ever since the brawl era came?"

He responded to his fellow smasher's question with a small nod from his head.

"Then I assume that you are used to the feeling." The dark-type concluded.

He nodded once again. "Well then, how is your stay at the mansion going so far? Any questions? Comments? Concerns?"

"...Well," Greninja began, "Despite me being here for only about ninety minutes, I've gotta say that being a smasher here is actually better that I have expected to be, me now being considered as a member of this Smash Mansion and everything. When I started seeing smashers that I assume that they are from other worlds, more nervousness entered my system. Now, most of that feeling has escaped elsewhere."

Once he had finished his explanation, Lucario managed to create a small smile so that it can be pasted onto his face. "That is very glad to hear. You sound like you're one of those 'sane' smashers..."

"...Hmm?" That last statement that was made by his fellow smasher made him a bit perplexed. "What do you by 'sane smashers'?"

"Not everyone in this mansion is... normal... To me, some of the smashers in this mansion are completely ridiculous... If you stick with smashers like me, you'll get around just fine with no trouble... Unless you get ticked off by one..."

"... ... ...It's still a bit hard for me to understand, I have to admit..." said Greninja, slowly shaking his head sideways, "But I guess I have no choice but to just go with the flow..."

"And that is basically my suggestion to you." Lucario said, rotating his head to his right slightly to see his alarm clock. The current time was about twenty-seven minutes past noon. "It's almost half past noon... Do you want to get lunch?"

As if on cue, Greninja could feel his stomach rumble. Reacting to the situation, he glanced down at his stomach, looking at Lucario again subsequently. "Come to think of it, having food right now would be a good time."

"I shall accompany you." Lucario concluded before turning around, "I will lead the way to the cafeteria. I think you have seen everything in the mansion at this point since Mario might have been your tour guide for it, but I will still lead the way just in case you have forgotten."

"Thank you." Greninja said, forming a slightly larger smile than usual as he followed Lucario out of his room.


Even though only about a day has passed, I still managed to type a 4,000 word chapter.

I'm surprised that Greninja has not been added to the archive, yet it has been eight day since he was announced. Let's hope he gets added soon.

So, what do you like/dislike about this intro chapter? Any suggestions? I am always looking for ways to improve my writing after all, yes I'm accepting criticism.

Some questions for you guys:

1. What was your reaction when Greninja was revealed? Did you actually think that he was Mewtwo? What is your opinion about him?

2. Was it a bit shocking for you to find out that Lucario actually made it to the fourth SSB game?

As long as I have ideas for this, this story will be continuous in case you guys want to know. I do apologize if this chapter was a bit too boring and bland for you guys, but this is only the first chapter.

I encourage all fans of Lucario, Greninja, and Smash Brothers to review.