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Slice of Brawl
By: The Green Knugget
Chapter One: Of Intros and Bread
High above the planet Terra hung a station that residents of Terra knew as the Smash Sentry. It was a silver colored space station that was oblong in shape, rounded on one end and tapering down into a needle-like end. On the rounded end of the Smash Sentry was a symbol that could only be described as being a round circle with two perpendicular lines intersecting at the lower left of the circle. Around the large symbol were smaller drawings, each an emblem proudly denoting the worlds from which the members of the fellowship within the station come from. A mushroom with two small eyes on the stalk, a circle divided with a horizontal line and a smaller circle in the middle, a star with rounded points, a collection of three triangles forming a larger triangle pointing upward were among the few other symbols that were glowing under the beaming stars. But though these symbols may interest those who take a cursory look at the space station floating around the blue planet, the group of members within the station may astound those who decide to take a closer look into the matter. For these members, these band of brothers (and sisters), are a collection of diverse individuals from the far reaches of many worlds united together under a common cause, bound together by a shared goal. Within this station they convene to discuss matters that, alone, they could not overcome, but joined, are able to fight their way to victory. Within this station they come to watch over and protect the worlds they were entrusted with, vigilant in their duties.
It is, also, within this place, where they could also choose to stay for a while, resting in their quarters, enjoying their next meal with their friends and comrades, researching in the library, taking in the stunning view of space and the marvels of creation in sight, or even performing something as off-beat as baking bread.
Perhaps, more precisely, it was Falco Lombardi who took a sudden interest in baking bread as the other members of the Smash Team noticed due to the occasional smudges of flour they would see sticking on the otherwise impeccibly dressed anthropomorphic bird of prey. When asked by Fox McCloud why he decided to bake bread, Falco curtly replied, with his accented voice, "It'sa new hobby of moine...and I like bread." Though this quelled some of the questions that other members of the Smash Team had of Falco's new activity, this awakened questions pertaining to how Falco's Bread tastes like.
One day, Princess Peach was walking down the corridor that lead to the kitchen in the hopes of replacing one of her own frying pans with one from the kitchen area as the frying pan she was carrying down the corridor had multiple dints from the countless times she had employed it for great justice. "Well, I hope no one would mind me take one of pans they have..." she said to herself as she waltzed to the kitchen. Just as she was about to enter, she sensed a fragrant aroma coming from the kitchens, strong enough to stop her in her tracks.
"Mmm...something smells wonderful!" remarked Princess Peach as she stood in front of the station kitchen's doors. The blonde royal from the Mushroom Kingdom closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the rich smell of baked crust. Strong was the fragrance that she momentarily forgot what she was doing near the kitchen and stood there, enraptured by the flow of olfactorial pleasure. If there were a way to describe the sensation that Peach felt when smelling the scent of warm bread, it would have been the sensation of mellow colors melding into a rolling hillside with the colors of gold and brown slowly interlocking themselves together. From that sensation, Peach believed...nay, she knew that this was no ordinary bread that she was smelling.
While Princess Peach stood in front of the kitchen, deliberating on whether or not to enter the kitchen and continue on in search of a new frying pan, there came down from the hall Ness and Lucas, both with clothes dripping wet. A sullen attitude between the two was apparent to any casual observer as both were frowning, smoldering in frustration. As if their faces weren't enough to give a person a clue as to their mood, their conversation may have dispelled any doubts.
"You were holding the box too high." Ness said testly to Lucas.
"Did not" countered the boy as he tried to fix his sopping blonde hair back the way it was, "you were holding it too low."
"I had to," sighed Ness as he wrung his baseball hat in a futile effort to dry it, "the container contained too much water to hold it high."
"Well, if you hadn't carried it too low..." started Lucas when he stopped. "Hey, do you smell that?"
"Now don't you-" said Ness before sniffing the air, "Wait I also smell it too. Hey, look. It's Princess Peach."
As both boys came closer to the still Princess, they became engulfed in a deluge of sensory pleasures. Upon smelling the bread, Ness thought of the times when he would triumphantly hold up a bread roll from a defeated enemy, munching on it as he made his way around his hometown Onett. For Lucas, he was pulled into the stream of memories where his mother brought him a warm breakfast of bread and omlettes for both him and his twin brother, Claus. A smile crept up on Ness' face whilst a small tear rolled down Lucas' face. Slowly, both Ness and Lucas stood in front of the kitchen alongside the princess, ignoring their wet clothes and wondering what sort of miracle was being produced in the kitchen.
After a moment, both boys noticed that the princess moved to open the kitchen doors. All three held their breath, wondering if this wonderful sensation would end once the princess opened the door, as if an enchantment would break. Much to their relief and to their joy, they felt a warm breath of air, full of the scent of bread, flowing towards them, caressing their noses with the alluring scent of baking. Soon, all three peeked their heads into the kitchen to see what was going on, only to lock their eyes upon Falco wearing an apron, kneading a new fresh batch of dough, whilst singing softly about an electronic plantain-appliance.
The three watched in awe as Falco, the fierce pilot, the deadly marksman, the one with a surefire cocky attitude, was going about a process as delicate as making bread. But they knew that it wasn't any sort of bread. It was bread that had the power to stop a being in its tracks, momentarily drinking in the scent and left wanting more. It was bread that could go well with any meal no matter what. It was bread that, the three imagined, could last for many years and still taste great. It wasn't any sort of bread. It was Falco's bread.
Eventually, Falco noticed the prescence of the princess and the two boys staring at him and, stopping his song, lifted his eyes from the dough and onto the three. He stopped kneading the dough, brushed his hands and folded his arms in front of his chest, smirking while the three walked into the kitchen.
"Well, well, well," Falco started "if it ain't the princess and the PK Kiddos. Whaddayah want, hmm?"
The two boys both did a double take, stunned, wondering if they heard Falco refer to them as "PK Kiddos". Princess Peach, slightly taken back by the change in attitude, cleared her throat and said, "Hello there, Falco. I was just coming here for a new pan, see?" Peach hoisted a dented frying pan in display. "And, well, I just smelled what was baking and...I-well it seems we" she glanced at the two boys who looked back at her, wondering as to what she was going to say, "were wondering if we could have some of your bread?" The Princess waited for a reply.
Falco seemed to pause as he heard the request. Though he didn't change his posture, his smirk, briefly, disappeared for a moment. Almost as if a look of fear for his work of art flashed in his face before his smirk came back, if a bit forced. Falco replied, "Well, why should I give it to ya? Hmm?"
"Because" started Ness, "the smell of your bread reminds me of home."
"And it also reminds me of...well...family." added Lucas as he controlled himself from crying.
"I guess what we mean" continued Princess Peach, "is that your bread smells good and we believe that your bread would taste good as well. Please, wouldn't you let us try some?"
Falco stood there, considering their words, wondering if he should give them some of his bread. After a long pause, he turned his backs towards them. The three were stunned at his action and, not knowing what else to do, decided to turn around and leave Falco with his bread. Slowly they walked out of the kitchen, one by one, feeling slighted and saddened. They started to walk down the corridor.
"Hey, Listen!" crowed a voice. The three turned their heads around to see the blue bird of prey stick his head out.
"Look, sorry fer the silent reception." said Falco, almost apologetically as he walked outside the kitchen, "but I've decided that you guys could try some of it. No harm in giving it to those who could appreciate it most." Falco said, somewhat sheepishly. "But" Falco added in a harder tone of voice, "don't get too greedy with it. Otherwise" Falco swept his feathered hands in a horizontal slashing motion, "Hands off my bread!"
Princess Peach, Ness, and Lucas brightened at the prospect of enjoying some of Falco's bread and with that all four walked back into the kitchen area to try some of Falco's bread.