For those who didn't bother checking out the image of the Kirby gijinka in the last A/N, you should. Visual appearance counts, right? But if you still refuse to... I can just tell you she looks like a ten-year-old girl. Make sense?


"Fumu, let's play!"

The blonde girl sat at her chair, narrowing her eyes at the seemingly younger pink-haired girl beside her. Fumu was reading a book to pass the time—according to Meta Knight's "daily schedule", he'd be here anytime to make a visit to her parents. She was nervous about it, no doubt. She didn't even have to speak to him to make her day, a glimpse of his handsome (ahem—totally hot) face was enough.

"No," Fumu replied. Kirby blinked. Fumu didn't want to be caught being childish around Meta Knight, especially since he seemed to mature. "I mean... we can play another time, Kirby, not now. I'm kinda... reading."

"Oh." Kirby stopped flailing her arms as she had done so previously, eyes cast downwards in disappointment. "Okay, then."

Honestly, Fumu didn't want to make Kirby upset—she was still her friend!—but they played every day, so couldn't Kirby just hang on a little tighter? It was the first time in forever Fumu had denied Kirby's request to have fun, though. Obviously she'd be dejected.

Sighing, Fumu crossed her legs and pretended to scan through her book, fingers ready to flip over another page. She was fully concentrated on Meta Knight's entrance, and thoroughly made sure she didn't mess up and completely embarrass herself. If she held a conversation with Meta Knight that day, then it'd be good. It'd be very good. Their relationship would make some progress, surely? She inhaled deeply.

She heard talking in the background—Kirby must be talking with Bun, or something. Of course. Kirby's second option to playing games on consoles would be Bun. Dedede recently released the "DDD Game Caster", and, despite its horrible name, was very successful. Fumu wasn't a game-y person, though, so she never played it before.

"...right. Thank you for your visit," Fumu heard her mother saying. The blonde girl straightened. They had a visitor? Since when? Why didn't she see them coming? "Thank you for keeping the castle safe. You're always welcomed to be here!"

"It is not a problem, Lady Memu."

Wait. That voice.

Well, uh... shit.

Fumu needed to sit down and think how the hell Meta Knight could get into their house without her noticing. She was sitting right next to the entrance. There was no way in hell he could strut past her without her noticing.

Her stare continued to follow the knight until he was out of the door and the wooden double doors shut close. Fumu then jumped to her feet, running up to her mother and tugging on her arm ferociously.

"When did—How did—Why the hell did he—"

"Fumu, no swearing!" Memu instantly chided, before grabbing her daughter's wrist gently and holding it. "What is it? Are you all right?"

"How did Sir Meta Knight enter?! He didn't even get through the front door!" Had they installed a back door without her noticing? Could he teleport?

"Oh, that." Memu let go of Fumu's wrist and took a seat while sipping on a cup of tea; Fumu impatiently tapped her foot. "Stop doing that, dear. It's not lady-like at all."

I'm about to get more un-lady-like if you don't tell me. "Yeah, so... what about 'that'?"

Memu sipped her tea again, much to Fumu's annoyance. "It's nothing, dear. Your father simply forgot about Meta Knight's daily report to us, and he locked the front door. Sir Meta Knight simply flew to our balcony and knocked on the door... it's much louder knocking on the balcony door than the front door, so I could hear him, so I opened the door for him. That's it. Why?"

To sum it up, Fumu wasted one hour of her life sitting near the front door, pretending to be engrossed in a book while she was actually nervous about seeing Meta Knight, and when she did, she was completely stupefied.

"W-What!"

"Dear, is there a problem?"

"Well—"

"Memu, dear! We've got to leave for our meeting with His Majesty!"

Memu rocketed up suddenly and nodded. "Of course! Fumu, I'm leaving the house with you in charge. Make sure you look after Bun and Kirby."


Right after her parents were out of the door, Fumu jumped onto the couch with an indignant huff. She had no one to consult about her feelings towards Meta Knight. Bun was too immature, her parents simply didn't care, and Kirby herself was like an enemy in Fumu's love life! (The blonde didn't want to have anything against Kirby otherwise, though.)

"C'mon, Sis, come and play for once!" she heard Bun call.

"I'm gonna go out for a stroll," Fumu snapped.

She stormed out of the house before Bun even got to protest. She'd just have to meet Meta Knight by herself, even if it was awkward or something. They usually had a short greeting conversation—a conversation, nonetheless!—and her mood had been incredibly dampened. Strolls were refreshing, right? She'd just find Meta Knight along the way. Killing two birds with one stone was really fantastic.

The corridors were cold—she should've brought a jacket. She heard muttering and a short yelp. Curiously, she peeked over the corner.

"...Blade! You can't just break up like that!"

"My love life decisions are not yours."

Fumu froze over the voices. Wasn't that Blade and Sword? From what she knew, the two had been an item for the longest time, and they showed no signs of wavering. They seemed to be looking for someone all the time, but last she heard, they still hadn't.

They loved each other so much, though—what happened?

"What happened?! Did I do something?!"

"You didn't do anything, Sword. It's really just my own choice, you know." Blade seemed to be choking out words as well. "You're a great person, you wouldn't—"

"Is it the new guy?!"

"Sword, this isn't—"

Footsteps, a sigh, then silence. Fumu bit her bottom lip and pressed herself against the wall. Someone—one of the two—was walking this way. She pushed off the wall and pretended to normally stroll by.

Blade stared at the blonde girl before tipping her head sideways. "...Fumu, did you... hear anything just now?"

Yeah, but it'd be damn awkward if she said anything about it. Witnessing someone dumping another wasn't an everyday occasion. Smiling weakly, Fumu shook her head, sincerely hoping Blade would believe her. After a long silence, Blade nodded trustingly.

"Have you seen Meta Knight?" Fumu asked nervously.

"I was looking for him as well. Shall we look for him together, then?"

Not really.

Sword and Blade were one of the very well-known castle knights. Their original intention was to look for someone, but they ended up working for the castle like a couple of faithful dogs. There was not one command that they did not obey. Furthermore, they were always together, and when Blade had embarrassingly revealed it, Fumu wasn't even taken aback. She had always thought they were already a thing. Which was clear why Fumu was so shocked by what she just heard.

Nonetheless, the both of them sauntered through the castle. It was pretty dumb to search the entire castle just for one guy, but Fumu didn't actually had a goal in life. Her job was already set and she didn't require any preparations. And it was completely acceptable that she find who she liked.

"He's around that corner."

Fumu's head snapped up towards where Blade was pointing. "O-oh."

"Are you all right, Fumu?"

Without a reply, Fumu bolted forward and literally jumped on the knight, catching him completely off guard and sending them tumbling down onto the floor. She laughed almost frantically before jumping off of him before it got too awkward. (She prayed it wasn't already.)

"So! Um, Meta Knight, I didn't see you back where I stayed... how are you?"

"I might have a broken spine now," Meta Knight mentioned seriously.

"That's no good," Blade noted worriedly. "Do you need help? I'll get one of the medic Waddle Dees to help you out there..."

Yeah, it was a pretty good idea to get rid of competition when she could. "That sounds like a great idea, Blade! I'll just hang around here to make sure Meta Knight isn't, um, attacked by anyone or anything."

Whoops. That was a seriously bad reason.

Blade nodded.

After she headed off, Fumu turned back to Meta Knight. "You're all right, right?"

"I'm quite fine, actually. The worst that could possibly happen is a sprained ankle." The knight steadily got to his feet. "Why is it you're always looking for me, Fumu? I have nothing against it, but your presence tends to bring trouble."

Fumu recoiled. He was really blunt. "Uh... you're a new guy in the castle. We can't have you lost in this huge castle."

"I've been here for almost a month now. That shouldn't be considered 'new' anymore." He took a seat on the floor. An unsaid sentence was heard: That's obviously not the truth.

"...Yeah... uh, we're not really close, see. You're always hanging out with Kirby." The bitch doesn't deserve your time. "I thought you'd be fun to hang out with, because you're always with my best friend. What do you and Kirby talk about?"

Hopefully boring stuff. Kirby was a fun person, but Meta Knight seemed very stoic and uninterested in usual fun and enjoyable activities. To her dismay, she saw his eyes turned blue—a sign of pride?—and he chuckled. Huh. So they did have fun.

"It would be nothing of interest to you."

Fumu frowned, taking a seat next to him. He scooted away. Why did he dislike a close proximity? He was never a normal person, she supposed. Placing an arm on her knees, she shook her head. "I'm sure it would be interesting."

They turned pink, now—amusement. "And why do you think so?"

Because he was so perfect, perhaps? He seemed as if he was ripped out straight from a romance novel. As the "perfect guy" role in the story. It would make complete sense if he wasn't from their universe.

"Can't you just tell me?"

"...The safety of the villagers," he mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear (barely).

"The villagers are safe, you know. They're protected under Dedede, even if he doesn't do a very good job of it."

"Sometimes, the king is the source of the endangerment of the villagers."

"Are you doubting the king?" Fumu didn't like Dedede either, but Meta Knight could be thrown out of the castle, especially since Dedede didn't really like how calm he was all the time and attracting everybody's attention without any effort.

"It will happen soon. You will be there to witness it."

Well, if it were any reason for her to gawk at him longer, then sure.


I'm a very dialogue-y person.

I wrote 90% bullshit in here I'm sorry