Well aren't I late? School had me busy and my lousy wireless keyboard kept on phasing out on me… So that's why I'm late… Sorta. And I don't own anything that Nintendo owns… Even Samus belongs to Nintendo… Sadly. I do own Mind Manifestation 0132.

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The Start of our Friendship, Right?

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"…" Samus found her self in a half-sitting position. For reasons unknown to her, she found herself awakening to the morning in that odd posture of hers. A dim light poured in from the window that faced in the direction of the foot of her bed. A couple of rays of light drifted into Samus's line of sight, causing her eyes to go into a glare. Even without the light, she would still glare, apparently upset about something. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she pulled her legs over to the side of the bed, letting her knees bend as the bottom portion of her legs were subdued by gravity. She—who faced the left wall of her room—turned to the left so that she was standing by her door. On it, hung in a place a small mirror, suitable for getting a good look at one's face. Samus is still a woman no matter how cold or masculine her front appears to be, a touch-up every so often wouldn't be too bad for her. Especially now.

"I… Dreamed all of that?" Unfortunately for Samus, what she thought were the events of last night came to call itself as a dream. To her, it felt completely real, but this is the reality of things: The two never spoke to each other last night. At least, that's how the fact presented itself to Samus, but due to her stubbornness, she wouldn't accept that kind of answer. She's curious and she wants to find the answer that will satisfy her.

After spending a couple of seconds messing around with her hair, her Power Suit came around her figure, hiding her beautiful face from public view. Instead of pressing on a certain switch that changes the door's locked position to open, she decided on a more barbaric solution by kicking on the door. A piece of fine machinery like that doesn't deserve to be kicked by a person that it served well for so long and as if it were alive, the door groaned and stalled for a couple of seconds before moving. Ignoring the door's newfound—or old—feelings of resentment, Samus took another left in order to reach the common area. Without saying anything to the others who were already awake—like Peach, Pikachu, and Snake—hurried over to the nearest set of stairs and threw herself over its handrail. Though it's not advised to do so, she did it anyway and landed a good ten to thirteen seconds after falling. As if she didn't feel anything at all, she stood up from the slight indentation to the floor that she caused and made her way to the dining hall in the southern portion of the mansion—which meant she had to turn all the way around. She pushed past the double doors and found no one in there, but a certain figure, wearing a certain robe and a certain mask. What was odd though, was that he held to melons in his hands, and had an orange precariously perched on the top of his hooded head. The melons and the orange were all connected to each other by a series of wires that when in all kinds of directions and there were some wires that didn't make full connections. Now what could he be doing?

"…" Silence was the only thing that Samus could think of in regards to what she just saw. Though she hate an unfounded dislike for the person, she couldn't help by try to hold back her laughter. That person stood atop the chair that was to the left of the head chair all the way at the end of the long dining table. No movement came from that person or from Samus and the two just stood in their places for a while, a low hum could be heard from him.

"It doesn't work!" A child-like shout came from him and in exasperation, he smashed the two melons above his head, sending fruity shrapnel in all kinds of places. A little chunk of the green melon smacked Samus right on the visor, which made her let out a slight gasp. However, her rather erotic sounding gasp was not heard by him and he continued to vent his frustrations on his fruits by taking the orange from his head and throwing that poor thing to the nearest window that he could find. By some odd reason, his target was a window on Samus's right. Again, fruity shrapnel went in Samus's direction.

"…Ah!? It's Samus!" He finally noticed, through his violence, that Samus was still standing in the same position that she was five minutes ago, shocked. He jumped off of his chair and tried to land squarely on the floor—even though the distance between him and the floor was so short—unfortunately for him, he ended up slipping on the fruit juice that he made. Even though the melons would want more of a revenge than that, it would have to do for now. He miraculously landed on the top of his head, falling away from Samus after a couple seconds of complete standstill. It was only Samus who tried to not make any sort of movement at this point. Even for someone like her, something like this is way too amusing to refuse laughing.

"No, I did not see that one coming, not at all. It hurts a lot." He spoke as if he were speaking to someone nearby, scrambling to his feet after giving a couple of seconds to contemplate the level of pain that he felt. Brushing himself off—even if the attempt was futile—he energetically walked over to a now-writhing Samus. This person lowered himself enough so that his knees were slightly level with Samus's shoulders. Without giving a warning, he knocked on Samus's visor, cutting her muffled laughter into a sudden snort and gag. In realization that she was completely acting out of her imposed character, Samus stood up from her awkward position and made herself appear as if nothing had happened only a moment ago. He tried to ask Samus if she was alright, but the moment he uttered a sound, Samus interrupted him with a coughing sound. Not wanting to put up a fight about it, he too stood up as well and began to speak, "…Did you enjoy your dream last night?"

"…! How did you know about tha--" He raised a finger to the area that covered Samus's mouth. Even if it was covered, the gesture itself was enough to silence her. His began to tremble without reason, leaving Samus a little afraid of this person of anonymous identity.

"Yes, the reality of your dreams is very much akin to that of what is here… It's somewhat disappointing to see, but the dreams you can develop should be wonderful indeed. Now, back to the main point… How did I know? Weren't the two of us chatting away during that night? It's a shame that you woke up before I was able to tell you my name and I do love to confuse people, so I apologize for making things hard on you." Kind of like a forced realization, Samus sort of understood the intent of his words. Even though they came out as playful and with no sign of malice in them at all, she clearly understood that he picked her to be an object that is to be played with. Knowing this, Samus immediately thought of ways to verbally throw around him the same way she thought he was doing to her.

"Let's move somewhere else. Somewhere with more air." She believed that he didn't catch that obvious mistake in those two cold sentences. Samus doesn't have a need for air if she's in a contained system of mechanics, but she still said it anyway. Trying her best to ignore her mistake and wanting to avoid any questioning from him, she pushed past the doors that were behind here and took a right. From that right, she walked alongside a wall with him in tow until a passage way presented itself to the right. She took this passage passing by up to three doors to her left until the hallway ended with a wooded door decorated with a vein-like metal that had silver leaves and flowers connected to the ends. Before Samus's hand could be placed on the door, he came from behind her and pushed through the door by using his head, tumbling into the garden. It turns out that he has a light body, as he had rolled quite the distance until he collided with the large fountain that made itself known as the center piece of the garden.

"This part of the Mansion's grounds is even more grand that the area that we were in last night! Don't you think so too Samus?" Though it was sort of unnoticeable, but as he spoke, his voice turned from a child's to the voice of a young lady. Unfortunately for Samus, she couldn't tell the difference because to her, those two kinds of voices are pretty much the same. In any case, aside from the fountain, the remaining parts of the garden held its own part of the beauty that he saw. The garden focused on having five sets of large grass rings with marble tile rings in between them—the rings had gaps marked in black granite tiles to allow a path to be made from the doors that connect to the garden. Strange plants grew in the middle of each grass ring gap, reaching to a maximum of six feet, where a set of bulbous objects provided a dull glow.

"No. It's not." Samus continued with her act, even though it was contradictory to how she felt about the garden. Before he appeared, she admired the beauty of the garden just as much as he did, but that doesn't matter now, all she wants is to satisfy her curiosity of this person. She walked over to that person in question—who had remained in the same slumped position since colliding with the fountain—and kicked him on the left side of his body without a word. He let out a slight whimper from the pain, of course it would be odd for someone with a seemingly human body to not feel anything, since a kick from a Samus in her Power Suit is equal to extreme pain.

"Was that even necessary? And don't hurt Eshira!" The first part was understandable, but Eshira?

"Eshira?" While Samus's curiosity was raised even further by his utterance of some sort of name, he lifted himself from the ground, holding on to the side that Samus kicked, apparently in pain. He left out a slight laugh, for no reason at all. In a situation where one is kicked, Samus believed that the commonplace reaction was to become upset like he had done a moment before, but now he had just laughed. She had a couple of strange ideas as to why he would laugh, but she drove those thoughts away, since being of a virgin mind constitutes some form of innocence, even if she was among the coldest bounty hunters.

"Eshira. You hurt her while I was in her form, now the pain is going to transfer over to my default identity at a later point. It's troublesome, but I suppose it's something that I'll have to deal with." He sat on the edge of the fountain, letting out a sigh, still holding onto his side. A couple of seconds later, while Samus was trying to sort out her confused thoughts, he let out another laugh. Perhaps he knew that Samus was confused under that orange armor of hers? Whatever the reason was, just thinking about it forced Samus to turn her gaze away from him and when she turned her eyes back to its original position, he was standing in front of her, holding his mask with his right hand.

"What are you doing?" Was the only thing that Samus could come out with. She didn't keep up with her façade, she just wanted to know what he was about to do and why he was going to do it. Even if she didn't explicitly ask for the reason, she just expected it to come out from him.

"You want to see right? Eshira that is. You want to right? Aren't you curios? I'd bet you are." He danced around Samus, letting his feminine voice become more noticeable so that Samus could realize that his voice had made a change already.

"Just do it and stop circling me." He nodded and stopped right in front of her. Taking a low bow, he removed the mask when he was bending at his lowest point and flung himself back into position, his hood falling behind his head as he came up. Before Samus stood a beauty completely different from the melancholic young man she saw from under that mask. His face was that of a girl's but didn't have the sharp and cat like qualities that Samus had. His violet eyes stared into Samus's visor, as if he yearned for her to gaze at him the same way. However, Samus was distracted by long and strangely decorated black hair. The decorations in his hair were composed of three silver chainlike objects that occupied the back and sides of his head. Each of those chains ended with another strange ornament in the shape of a dagger. Samus's eyes trailed one of those chains and eventually set her eyes on his chest and found that it had grown larger since that fruit experiment he had going on earlier. For a moment or two, Samus felt a little envious about his bust size and almost instinctively touched her own—over her armor of course.

"I think that you're staring a bit too hard at my body. It's odd, but it sort of feels good…" Realizing that she had her head inclining at an angle, Samus snapped her head back into a position where she could meet his gaze. Now, Samus never dealt with girls of this time—probably except for Peach, but she doesn't really count—but for some reason, she felt her body heating up. She's probably in heat.

"Shut it. Who are you anyway? You're different from last night."

"I'm Eshira right now, who you saw last night was Avei, and this morning I was Istha. Technically, I just have one personality with five different bodies to exploit. It's not like those bodies are separated in anyway though, they all exist in here." The current him, Eshira, pointed to the left side of his chest, where his heart should be. He smiled for a moment but soon after went into a light state of shock. He looked down to his right hand and started to utter a few incomprehensible things before he looked into Samus's visor again, apparently having some sort of answer, "I miscounted! It's six bodies actually, I forgot to count myself."

"Then who are you by default?" Samus didn't have the energy to keep up with her cold act, her voice had a little more warmth in it and a bit of stress too, since handling a person as strange as this person was hard.

"R-E-T-I-A. It's an acronym for the other bodies that exist inside of me, but you can simply say the acronym as Retia. Wait, don't people normally do that anyway? Well, I felt like explaining anyway… So thanks for letting me use up more of your life to tell you all this."

"…So you're Eshira right now?"

"Yes. I'd probably tell you ahead of time when I change into one of the other five bodies I have available, I'll probably add in a little more effort to come up with a suitable personality for each one, since I haven't done so before. However, don't expect me to turn into Retia so often… Just for various reasons of course…" He went into his own world from that point, talking about aimless things while Samus stared at him, still confused from last night to now. Anyone would have to wonder why someone like Retia—or Eshira—would plague a given person, in this case it's Samus, with odd dialogue.

"…Why me?" She wanted to find out why Eshira chose her above all others to annoy and confuse.

"Why what? Can you be a little more specific?"

"Is there any reason as to why you show an… attachment to me?" Samus could have said that better, but she didn't. Now she has to cope with another mistake in her dialect.

"I want to, because I found you to be ve--" A sudden siren like sound interrupted Eshira and immediately after, Master Hand's voice emerged from wherever the intercom system was placed.

"Everyone, report to the Stadium's South Entrance for the 'Initiation Event' that is to be held for Retia, our newest addition to our family of fighters. That is all."

"Eshira, you came at a very bad time. If you had come a little sooner than this, you might have been able to avoid Crazy Hand's slew of new events that he created for the sake of making things more energetic around here. Now that you've come, he finally gets to use that Event on you. I hope you're ready. See you at the Stadium." Samus placed a hand on Eshira's left shoulder before walking away from the garden, heading over to the Stadium that was behind the Mansion.

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End of Chapter 3

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So this time around, I'm not good with endings and I have much to do in order to write more for this story here. If you don't understand where I'm going with this, then I love you. Since I don't understand what I'm doing either. Let's just hope that it sounds awesome, yeah? Oh yes… I'd bet those few readers I had doubted that I would have a return, but here I am! School is horrible by the way. I want out.

Before I go, here's a list of the names Retia has so far:

R - ?
E - Eshira
T - ?

I - Istha
A - Avei

I think that I went too fast in already revealing four out of the six names that he has (Well, it's seven if you count that whole Mind Manifestation that I had going on for a while.) but that's okay. I think.