I'm unsure what to call him. For I don't really know what he is to me. Calls me brother, but raised me as his son. Hurting with these doubts, I would never think of doing to him. It is just something that has bothered me some time and now, after so long, have come to terms with it, that maybe there is something that I am missing. But what and why now?
"Luigi, are you out here?"
"Si!" He flitches with how loud it came.
"Well, hurry, we are-a needed."
"The princess?"
Rushing out of room and to where Mario was, in the livingroom where a portal floated in the middle of the area.
"And-a Daisy!"
The tone sounded taunting, but the young plumber didn't look his way, only to follow him blindly with only faith and trust in him, as they headed into untold danger.
Again, I don't know what to call him. But I can at least call him Amico mio.
After a long battle and saving the princess once more. The kingdom is in peace, but who knows how long that will last.
"How come your joining the party, dear?"
The young plumber turn to see his love, and said with a smile. "Not in-a party mood."
"Is it about . . . "
"Si, Amore, it is."
"Have you ask Mario about it?"
"I don't think-a I have-a il coraggio to ask about l'immagine. Or about that-a man."
"In time I think you should."
Luigi walked up to his love and held her close, having her head rest on his shoulders. "Si, but after so long of not telling me, should I even bother asking?"
"That's only up to you, Luigi."
He nodded, breaking apart from Daisy to see her face, smiling at her. "Si, but until than, let's enjoy the ora and worry about the futuro." Ending it with a kiss, and heading back inside.
Daisy is right, but to even the power of my words to even ask of something, even Mario has never bother to ask. Should I? To ask or not, again he'll always be my friend.
The End.