Disclaimer: I do not own Meta Knight or the Kirby Universe. I own only this story and the OC's within it.
Sweey: Well look at me! I'm fixin the story! ^_^ I had had my doubts about putting this chapter back in the Past of the Masked Knight... So I decided to make it a one-shot. :3 haha Anyways... it's been tweaked slightly.
~Bubbles~
It was the birds that woke Meta to another peaceful morning at Castle Cathica. Stretching, he yawned and rolled out of bed in a lazy manner. He walked over to the basin, dipped in a rag, and washed his face. Feeling refreshed he then whipped his cape around his shoulders, strapped on his shoulder armor, and then turned to face the door.
"Good morning sir," Kindle said in a dragging, exotic voice.
"Ahhh!" Meta jumped back in surprise, nearly knocking over the basin in the process. "Er- I mean ah good morning to you too!"
"Ah good morning?" the old butler jested. "My, you have a strange accent indeed! Are you sure you're from around here?"
Meta grinned.
"I've come to bring you some towels. You need a bath I assume. I've already had one made for you." Kindle clarified, "So if you'd be so kind as to follow me please I will take you to the bathing room."
Kindle led him upstairs to the small bathing room. It had a tile floor made up of black, gray, and white squares which created an elaborate design upon the floor. To one side there where some skillfully carved cabinets, and beside these cabinets was another larger basin with a metal rack hanging above it. In the center of this room was a huge iron claw tub filled with steaming, soapy water.
"What's all that white stuff?" Meta stared deeply into the water.
"Bubbles. Athenya requested you to enjoy one of her favorite things," Kindle said as he laid the towels on the rack.
"Oh." Meta smiled as he moved and cautiously swirled the bubbles around. With a mischievous grin and a quick glance at Kindle's back he took the bubbles up to his face and crafted a mustache and sole patch identical to Kindle's. Standing up straight with a towel thrown over one of his arms like the butler, he turned to face Kindle, who showed no sign of being impressed.
"Could I get you anything sir?" Meta tried his best impression of Kindle's exotic accent.
"Really sir, I am amused at your sense of humor." Kindle said, seeming a bit bored with the situation. "If you are done I must be off, I am on a very tight schedule." He said emphasizing heavily on the word very.
"Indeed," Meta said softly, a little disappointed with the way his joke turned out, "You're dismissed."
When Kindle left, Meta locked the door behind him then walked back over to where the tub sat. He unfastened his spauldors placing them on the shelf above the rack and threw off his cape hanging it below on a hook. He then turned looking at the steaming bathwater and approached it. He looked at it curiously until finally he released his body to its warmth. The water rushed around him making his weary body feel at ease; washing the soreness and aches in his muscles away. Meta looked about himself. Mountains of bubbles were all he could see. He began doing what any person new to bubbles' bubbly goodness would do. He began shifting and squashing them, making into a castle and then pretending to be a dragon destroying it. Of course he was careful not to be too loud. What would they think of him? A knight should always be stern, solemn, and vigilant and never play with such things as this. So Meta did it anyways, completely unaware of what was being said of him in another room elsewhere in the great castle.
Sweey: This is where you would go read what the people (Sir David) were saying about Meta. :3 It's not on here, however, it IS in the Past of the Masked Knight. :) I excluded this chapter because it didn't really fit the story and seemed unnecessary to the storyline. ^_^ but I couldn't part with it! hahaha