A/N: You may have noticed that I pulled down Seventy-Two Hours. Why? I thought I was writing too much of that cold stuff and wanted to try something different for once. If you already read Seventy-Two Hours, I noted that another fanfiction I was working on (Fever Dreamscape) would change my style of writing. Well, scrap that. This is that change of style. It's my first time writing emotional stuff between characters, so please review. If this gets enough love, I may decide to post a sequel :)
His feet dangled from the edge of the cliff. The ocean's waves calmed him, something that would've been impossible to do nowadays due to the turmoil in his mind. The sun beat harshly on the summer foliage of the forest around him and cast waves of heat everywhere. Footsteps approached him from behind, footsteps he knew very well. He spoke before his visitor had a chance to. "Leave, Dee," Meta Knight warned with an edge in his voice.
"Sir, you've been coming out here for the past week and I wanted to make sure you were alright," Sailor Dee stated. Though he had no mouth, one could tell he was obviously unhappy. "And it's very hot out here today."
"I'm fine, Dee-"
"No, you're not! Every time someone asks you if you're alright, that's the answer you give everyone! There's clearly something wrong. What is it?" The knight sighed and looked back towards the ocean.
"Should I tell you this information, you promise this stays between us?"
"Of course, sir! You can trust me with anything."
"Well… my mind has been warring for a long time now. I've had a battle in my head for as long as I can remember. This mental war has drained me ever since the days of the GSA hundreds of years ago."
"Sir, I can help. You can talk to me if you'd like and maybe it will help lessen the strain."
"You of all people would least understand my misery. I'm alone, Dee. You have the blessing of being one of the most abundant species on Popstar. The closest to me is Kirby, and even he doesn't understand the concept of loneliness. For you to truly understand me, imagine everyone you care about including your entire species dying right in front of you. That is who I am." A note of bitterness tinged his voice; Sailor Dee could've sworn he saw tears in Meta Knight's eyes, and at this, he hesitated. He had a similar story, but perhaps he could stretch the details a little to make it fit better. It wasn't flat-out lying since most of it would be real anyway… He decided to do it.
"Sir, I… have." The knight looked up in alarm.
"You have?"
"It's the whole reason I joined you. I had nowhere else to go and the rest of the Waddle Dees… let's just say they hate me from the bottom of their hearts. I had no life before I joined you."
"Dee… why have you never told me this?"
"I didn't know if there was anyone on the Halberd who came close to truly understanding me. Now I do."
"If you don't mind me asking, what did the other Dees to do to you that made you want to join me?"
"I tried living in a few communities for a while. They blamed me for literally everything, I was made to do all the work, and I was teased mercilessly. I was almost like a slave to them, and soon enough, I left."
"You think you'll get used to it, but it always ends up hurting in the end."
"Sir, I just want you to know that you're not alone. We know each other."
"Now I know that."
"So does that mean you'll stop coming out here?" Meta Knight's eyes turned blue, then pink.
"Quite the opposite, Dee."