Welcome to 'The Brawl to End all Brawls!' This project will be my greatest tribute to the action-packed adventure, Super Smash Bros. Brawl. The birth of this tale was inspired by two other Brawl epics: 'Blue Prince, White Angel, Red Love and Black Pain' and 'The angel the mercenary'. If you'd like to check out some more fun, check those out!
This tale will use aspects of the character's outside lives and backgrounds. Don't fear, though. I'll explain them whenever necessary. And one last thing. This project will contain (as all of my stories do) yaoi couples. Boy/boy couples, for those of you that aren't familiar with the term. If you don't enjoy yaoi couples, or can't respect them at the least, please don't read this.
If you don't like yaoi couples, or can't respect them at the least, please don't read this.
Disclaimer: 'Super Smash Bros. Brawl', its characters and settings don't belong to me.
Note: A song will be sung in the kitchen. It was inspired by 'The Happy Working Song' of Disney's Enchanted film.
The character Ribbon hails from 'Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards'.
Captain Falcon and Samus' references to intimacy were inspired by 'The angel and the mercenary' references to 'pie making'. The same applies to Diddy Kong's confusion.
The Mushroom Kingdom was alive with excitement. Every inch of it, ranging from the smallest leaves to the smallest Toads, cried out in joy. Why wouldn't the world euphoric? The Super Smash Bros. Committee, which was led by the Princess of Sarasaland, had begun the Brawl season. The committee always treated the kingdom to fast-paced, invigorating battles, infused with suspense and passion. The previous two seasons had left many speechless, but the third season promised to be the greatest yet. The Princess assured the kingdom's denizens that there would be trouble-much more trouble-this time around. As always, she planned on giving the fighters the ride of their lives. The season had started off without a hitch, and today was another perfectly quiet day, but who knew what lied around the bend? The answer to that question was simply this: no one knew. Not even the committee's leader. She could only sense the advent of drama, and laughed whenever she used her sixth sense.
Last weekend, the Brawl season had been pushed off to a phenomenal start. Brawlers, old and new, were flown in from their respective worlds and into the Mushroom Kingdom. Following Princess Daisy and Ribbon's rules, all of the combatants were kept away from each other-until the introductory battle, that was. On Yoshi's Island, each one of the fighters encountered one another for the very first time. Sparks were born. Friendships rose from the earth. Pikmin followed a strange little dude. Fox and Falco were reunited for the first time in months. Most importantly, the Hottest Brawl Couple was born. Daisy giggled whenever she thought of that particular couple, holding a hand to her mouth. One combatant had shoved another out of an explosion, and that was that. Ever since then, neither one of them could stay away from the other. They were too cute to be true.
While the kingdom voted to have that certain couple win the 'Hottest Brawl Couple' award, another couple wasn't too far behind. Link, the revered Hero of Time, returned with the serene Princess Zelda. Neither of them spoke to one another, preferring telepathic communication over verbal communication. As a matter of fact, they didn't even need words. They could always read each other's minds, using even smiles to speak a thousand words. They may not have been as cute as another couple, according to recent polls, but they certainly had their charm.
The introductory battle was followed by quality time. The Brawlers were given a chance to relax, bond with one another, and become acquainted (or re-acquainted) with their temporary home. They were all situated in Peach's luxurious castle, given the opportunity to enjoy any pleasure they could think of. Right away, they became comfortable with their environment. They had better enjoy it, considering the Brawl season (as all seasons did) would go on for a year.
A tournament would begin in a few hours. The entire kingdom would turn up to see, eagerly awaiting the events that would take place. Daisy promised them that this particular tournament would turn out to be like no other, though. Brawl brochures and magazines spoke of the spins, twists and turns that were sure to occur this season. What was the Princess sensing this time? What were the Brawlers in for? Nobody could breathe under the horrible suspense! Some even collapsed under it (seriously)!
Guests were flown in, just for the occasion. The friends of all Brawlers (with the exclusion of one combatant's allies) were whisked to the Mushroom Kingdom, all of them receiving suites in the Delfino Palace. Knuckle Joe quickly became friends with General Pepper. Blaze the Cat found the entire Yoshi tribe to be absolutely adorable. Cranky Kong was irritated by a flock of Pichus. The Palace alone was abuzz with amazing, awe-inspiring excitement!
"Cooking in the sun
Merry voices gotta come on down
Our tea will turn your frown upside down
Make sure that toast isn't burnt
As we sing alooong!
Stir that coffee
Whip that cream
Make sure every piece of fruit gleams
As we all sing along!
Stir scrub la
Let's all sing to the merry refrain of our breakfast song
We all sure enjoy baking pastries
Pies, cakes and donuts too
Stir scrub la
Let's all sing to the merry refrain of our breakfast soooong!"
The kitchen was absolutely radiant, filled to the brims with Kirbys and Pokemon. Amy Rose was stirring up buttermilk pancakes, accompanied by Squirtle and a small flock of Hitmonchans. She was the one doing all of the singing, while the others were simply humming along. Humming Kirbys and Metapods made quite a performance, to say the least. There must've been a forty Pokemon in the kitchen alone, and all of them were performing the tune. Pichus, Charmanders and Hiplups were singing in their own languages, making quite an adorable squabble in the cooking arena. It was an amazing sight to see Blastoise cook scrambled eggs, especially since Vulpix found it fascinating to burn them into cinders. Wigglytuff and Primeape were cooking up smoothies, with Primeape becoming aggressive towards the blender. At one point, Amy had to put the blender back together. It had attacked Primeape, and was even laughing at him! Ignoring the stern tone of his cooking partner, Primeape took action. And so did the blender, spraying strawberries and bananas over every chef.
Surprisingly, breakfast was completed in mere minutes. That's what it seemed like, anyways. Amy wiped off her brow, euphoric at the spread before her. The kitchen was a proud wielder of omelets, cinnamon toast, warped pancakes (talk to Hitmonchan about that) and happy fruit cups. "There we are!" the pink hedgehog said happily, putting her hands on her hips. "That should do it! Being on breakfast duty sure is fun, isn't it?"
Bulbasaurs, Pidgeottos and Starlies were the loudest of the Breakfast Committee. When they cheered, it seemed as though the entire world had taken up wild cheers. The other Pokemon and Kirbys put in their bliss, adding to the celebration's volume. "That's the spirit!" the pink maiden cheered, throwing her fists into the air. "Now, all we gotta do is deliver everything. Make sure you take the right trays to the right rooms, everyone! Have fun!"
In mere seconds, Pokemon and Kirbys whisked off breakfast trays. Omelets, smoothies and oatmeal bowls were sent away on the wings, puffy hands and vines of happy chefs, flying off to their respective rooms. Claydol and a brown Kirby, carrying two trays of their own, rushed off to the room that held a particular couple. With Kirby's 'hup hup hups' and Claydol's humming of 'The Breakfast Song', the two bounded up the stairs and down the Brawler's Hall. Other pairs followed suit, knocking on the doors of the famed contestants. In seconds doors were opened, and trays were accepted from merry Brawlers. Wario took his five trays of the Hitmonchan Pancake Special and Kirby's Peanut Butter Smoothie Surprise, deciding to dine out in the courtyard with his dearest friend. Waluigi snatched two of those trays away, drenching his pancakes in (black?) syrup.
"Nyah nyah nyah! Can't eat too many of those, now can you! If you do, you'll become even fatter than you already are-and you won't win the tournament! Nyah nyah nyah!"
Yellow Kirbys waved their hands in the air. Wario pushed them aside, his pink nose boiling with anger. "Give those back! I need my strength!" he snarled, hands balled into fists. "In case you've forgotten, peon, this is my first time here! I've got to make an impression, or else I won't be able to win 'The Strongest Brawler' award! We can't let that wretched Mario get it, and we made a deal! You're supposed to be helping me, nyar har har!"
With 'nyar har hars' and 'nyah ha has', Wario and Waluigi began their morning excursion. Two children exchanged glances, with one of them shrugging. "I guess they're always going to be like that." he said, speaking in his jovial tone. His companion, wearing a perpetual look of shyness, said nothing. "That's what it must be like to have a brother. Right, Lucas?"
Ness' response was a small nod, accompanied by burning red cheeks. The tint of red had been there since the previous night, making it obvious that he had a secret to tell, but for some reason he kept his mouth shut. Instead he locked his eyes onto his plate, staring absentmindedly at his tiny bowl of Pichu Flakes, fruit cup and orange juice. "Come on." Onett's pride said cheerily, slapping his companion on the back. "It's going to be a really pretty day! Let's eat with them in the courtyard!"
Silently, Lucas sent his head even lower. Ness didn't look back for a second, rushing off to the courtyard-with his fearful companion several feet away, not saying a single word. A certain plumber noticed his paltry departure, emerging from his own room with a tray of fruit and pastries. From the stairs he observed the little boy walking out of the castle, head lowered and spirits even lower. He kept his room to himself, bearing no companion as he watched over Lucas.
Sensing the other's gaze, the small boy looked up. Two pairs of eyes met for a second, both filled with fear and longing. The sadness didn't stem from romantic intentions, but from something else. Neither of them spoke on that something, though, choosing silence for painful reasons. As soon as the time-honored Mario bounded out of his room, followed by the radiant Princess Peach, their gaze was broken.
"Good morning, Luigi! Aaaahhh! It's-a beautiful morning!"
Luigi opened his mouth to speak, putting his tray on the stair rail. Princess Peach released a small yawn, forming her mouth into an elegant 'o'. "It certainly is." she said in her unique, breezy tone. "Why don't we eat in the Observatory this morning? That would sure be a lot of fun, don't you think? Ike will be there, and so will Pit!"
At the mention of Pit, Mario's face became even brighter. Pit, another new combatant, had become infatuated with the Brawler named Ike several days ago. Actually, the Ike-obsession had started at the beginning of the season. The over-eager angel rushed out on to battleground, Ike appeared and it was all over. Pit spent the rest of the battle being fried by Bowser, and making friends with Smart Bombs. The angel had made it his mission to follow Ike (everywhere he went), which pretty much made him Ike's stalker. He really meant no harm, though. The adorable creature was actually a shy, timid little thing, brimming with childlike innocence and heavenly happiness. And (of course) Ike was annoyed by him. The two were an interesting pair.
"Let's-a go. Pit's really nice!"
"Ike is too." the princess giggled, bright eyes twinkling. "He pretends to be mean, but he's just as cuddly as Pikachu!"
Laughing, speaking of the bright morning that stood before them, Princess Peach and Mario strolled off. Luigi was left behind, with a lowered head and even lower spirits (does he sound like someone else?). Seconds passed before a Kirby tugged on his pant leg, though, catching his attention. He looked up with an 'eh?', eyes meeting the eyes of the white fluff ball.
"What's the matter? Nobody's a-answering the door?"
The Kirby shook his head with an 'un uh'. "Who's door are you knocking on?" the green plumber asked, scratching his head. The white fluff ball pointed to a nearby door, which had a picture of stars and red roses on it. That image was given to romantic Brawl couples, but this picture had a special addition to it. Meteors were falling amidst shimmering stars and red roses, bringing a smile to Luigi's face. "Oh ho! That explains everything!" the plumber declared, snapping his fingers. "You're trying to give Prince Marth and Snake their breakfast!"
Luigi then broke into a fit of chuckles. The Kirby exchanged glances with a nearby Pidgeot, wearing confusion on its tiny face. "Oh ho ho!" the plumber went on, slapping his knees. "You won't be reaching them a-anytime soon! Just-a take their trays-a back. By the time they leave their room, it'll be Tournament time!"
The white cotton ball and his Pokemon partner began to leave, but they were quickly followed. "Why don't we have breakfast together?" a certain plumber asked, face aflame with new energy. "I'm-a sure we would have a good time!"
With the exception of two particular Brawlers, all went out of their rooms and into the sunlight.
Luigi's words might have been a bit exaggerated, but he had perfectly good reasons to speak them. After all, Prince Marth and Solid Snake had been wrapped up in each other for quite some time. Everyone saw them as an extremely odd couple, for no one expected the resplendent prince of a legendary kingdom to fall (madly) in love with a mercenary. The mercenary was just as confused as everyone else, unable to understand why such a beautiful creature had become smitten with him. Love was an awfully strange treasure, though, unpredictable at times and amazingly strong. In a short amount of time, love blossomed between the two like fireworks. Diddy heard fireworks go off in their room every night. "What are they doing" he had asked Donkey Kong one night. "Is Snake hurting Marth?"
"Nah uh." his best friend replied, shaking his ice-cream shaped head. "I don't think so. Marth sounds really happy! I think they're playing some sort of game!"
One morning, both of them asked Captain Falcon about the fireworks. Captain Falcon told them that Snake was lighting off pretty big fireworks, and Marth was enjoying the show. Samus, right behind him, explained that Snake was lighting Marth's fuse over and over again. Falcon said he wanted to light Samus' fuse, and was instantly blown away by a package of Smart Bombs.
On this particular morning, the two of them were making little fireworks. The nights were explosive, and the mornings were blissfully serene. Wrapped up in silky, pink satin sheets (lovers had their rooms decorated in shades of pink, shades of red and rose petals), the two of them held each other in a seemingly-eternal kiss. A blushing prince was snuggling against the other, purring at the contact. Both of them were still basking in afterglow, issuing gentle moans and caresses. Hands, soft and loving, fondled bodies as lips melted into one another. Chests rubbed against chests, with two hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm.
Ten minutes passed. Solid Snake broke away from Marth, leaving the prince with the cutest frown imaginable. Blushing, Snake's lover silently begged for more. While he was more than happy to continue, the mercenary noticed something.
"It's morning? Huh. I never saw it coming."
The blue-haired swordsman issued a tiny yawn-still smiling, still blushing. "What did you expect?" he asked. "We must've spent hours..."
An explosion of crimson embarrassment cut off the rest of his words. Two seconds later, he was drawn into another kiss.
Five minutes later, the kiss ended.
"I believe it's time for breakfast." a prince whispered, stroking the mercenary's face. "Maybe we should join the others now. I'm sure they miss us."
"They won't mind if we spend a couple more hours in here. Besides, my breakfast is right here next to me."
"Now wait a minute!" Marth exclaimed playfully, pushing the other's hands off of him. "What am I supposed to eat, pray tell?"
Snake's face appeared to be emotionless, but his eyes held a thousand fields of sunlight. "Shouldn't that obvious?" he asked, then delivered a long kiss to the other's lips. Neither of them spoke for ages on end, showering each other in strokes and even more kisses. A certain trio of words fell into Marth's ears repeatedly, issued in tender whispers. A purring, glowing Marth repeated them, nuzzling against the other as he melted in his arms. "I'd like to go straight to the main course, please." the famed assassin said, breaking their silent magic.
Marth, pretending to be outraged, slapped him with a pillow. "Get on with you now! You had the main course last night, and we haven't even passed breakfast! You unstoppable beast! Take that!"
A pillow fight began, with a laughing Snake and a blissful Marth. Sunlight poured through their windows as they fought one another, ending up in another long kiss.
Away from all of the commotion, Olimar picked up a water can.
At his side, little creatures cheered him on. Their captain smiled at them, his simple features radiant with simple happiness. "Time for another round." he said, his gentle tone pouring out excitement. "They'll come out soon, and then everybody'll get to see them. I sure hope they come out all right."
His little friends nodded, singing their assurance of success. Olimar beamed at his little group of followers, carrying his blue can. "They'll be beautiful. You'll see." he said. "And then we'll have the perfect celebration for this season!"
What's Olimar planning? How will the sugary-sweet Marth/Snake pair fall apart? What's with Luigi and Lucas? All of these questions-and more-will be answered in the continuation of our grand adventure, so stay tuned!