A/N: oh noes! Mr. L liking Waluigi, if the alt-ego had a separate body they would had made a lovely team. You know?

Anyway, I do not own the Mario brothers or Mr. L or Waluigi or any of those Nintendo characters. I am just madly in love with Fanfiction. That's all.

Errands

Chapter four: the night before.

Luigi got home pretty late, it usually unlike him to go out and about the town like that, which had Mario even more worried than he needed to be. But the youngest Mario brother needed time to himself. Well, attempted to be alone, it is hard when you have someone like Mr. L living in your head, but at least Luigi made a decent effort.

Good for Mario that there is no more need to worry, he is home now, safe and sound, sprawled on top of his bed, eyeing the new tennis racket in his hand. His clothes shoved in a hamper somewhere, he is now wearing just his boxers and a under shirt.

"What am I going to do now?" he thought out loud, his eyes trying hard to stay open "I can't work with Waluigi of all people-" he was cut off by the voice in his head "Man up" Mr. L said simply, like his solution could cure anything. Luigi sat up with a huff "yeah, too bad that I would end up getting humiliated once again by my cousin"

"That was once removed"

He shook his head, he reached over and turned on a light, steadying himself from collapsing back on the bed and never getting out again "I just wanted the match to go smoothly tomorrow, I know that you don't like me Mr. L… But I need your-"

"No."

Luigi shook his head "I kind of figure that" he lies back down, tossing the racket to the side. "My tennis outfit doesn't match anymore."

"You're such a woman." Mr. L added casually, just like any other remarks towards Luigi. The other sat up, staring hard at the new racket then back at his chosen outfit, which consisted of a pair of green shorts with a white shirt with a single green stripe.

Mr. L frowned "it is no big deal… it is not like you could dye it or something stupid-"

Luigi sat up, eyes wide "that is brilliant! Why haven't I thought of that before! It would be a bit dark, but like you said earlier, I would just say I am making a statement!"

The younger Mario brother grabbed his outfit and pulled out an old looking sewing kit, thank goodness Luigi's grandmother taught him how to sew before she passed away. Now once again her kit would be useful. Luigi smiled at the fond memory.

Mr. L sat quietly in the back of Luigi's mind. Did he just… help him? Heck no! He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms "how will you be finished when there is only hours left till tomorrow?" Luigi shook his head "I will get it done, in no time."

The alt-ego sighed "you're worse than Mimi. You know that?"

But despite his small comments, Luigi worked for several more hours on his new outfit and finally returned to bed, and although it was tempting, Mr. L let him sleep for the rest of the night. Seeing that he is not all that cruel… and he really wants to go to that rally!

-The next day, three hours before the tennis match-

This morning went on smoother than normal mornings. Which Luigi began to get the feeling that either Mr. L is up to something, or he would be stuck watching the Shoomanator surrounded by screaming fans and an even louder Mr. L- literally in both ears. The thought of that didn't appeal too much to the Mario brother, almost wishing that the alt-ego did plan to pull something.

To see his brother wide awake and the rings under his eyes less prominent, Mario took a breath of relief "good to see you awake bro" he patted Luigi on the back, "what's in the bag?" the younger Mario brother held it up to him "I ended up buying a different racket and I wanted to keep up with my appearance."

Mario looked at the contents in the bag with wide eyes; an almost nervous look appeared on his face. Luigi stood there for a moment unsure that his brother would approve "that is… a new look for you" Mario said with uncertainty. The Mr. L in the back of Luigi's mind chuckled and the hero's near vulnerability "if only I had my missiles."

The better half felt his throat go dry "I am trying to make a statement" there was another pause until Mario's smile returned to his face "ah, don't listen to me bro, who am I to judge? I have no taste when it comes to fashion!" the tense feeling in the air finally relaxes. Leave it to Mario to give him a boost of encouragement for the rest of the day. It was just the ability Mario has that calms even the toughest of monsters down.

"Yeah, but I am sure you have a taste for food… and lots of it."

Luigi felt like he wanted to sock his counterpart in the throat, but he forced himself to let go of those negative thoughts. Luigi was never a fighter, and sadly many people take that for granted to walk all over him, especially Waluigi. It would seem that Mr. L should had been just as disappointed about this position that his other half had put himself in, but then again Mr. L couldn't give a flying Grambi to begin with.

Mario handed him back his chosen outfit and went to his room, most likely getting ready to go. Luigi decided that he would get dressed in the locker room, to keep these clothes fresh as possible. He threw the sports bag over his shoulders and made his way out of the house to Toad stadium, where the tennis match was being held.

His walk there, each step made him more nervous. Luigi always had the problem of what people thought of him. It made his clumsy, easily distracted and scared to make such a bold statement, like the one he would make in the next few hours. To others, a change of clothing means little to nothing to them, and it shouldn't mean much to the younger brother either, but he did have an appearance to keep up. He is associated with the Princess after all, although he is not so big, his brother is, Luigi had to represent his brother in some way, though he could wear a clown suit and do kart-wheels on fire and still nobody would notice, but don't tell him just yet, we have a story to continue.

For the trip Mr. L kept silent, feeling Luigi's fear go through him made him a bit uncomfortable and almost disturbed at some level, like it was reminding him exactly HOW close they were. To think of it, it was almost frightening to him. Mr. L shook it off, now is not the time to go soft, although he was forced to behave, if he wants his monster trucks, by sweet Grambi he is going to GET his monster trucks.

Luigi successfully snuck in to the stadium without being noticed. Making his way to the locker room he unzipped the bag and gave out a shaken breath. Dressing quickly Luigi stood at a full length mirror and adjust his collar "my goodness, Mr. L, I look like you!"

Mr. L huffed "you say it like it is a bad thing" he paused "you should really consider that goatee." The Mario brother rolls his eyes at him "behave… do you think I am missing anything?"

How he keeps coming to him for advice, nobody knows, Mr. L shrugged "that goatee-" he was cut off by the other "other than that" Mr. L stared through Luigi's eyes at his reflection "a nice pair of sunglasses" Luigi again shook his head "no, I don't want to look like a bad guy. It is bad enough I am dressed in black, the citizens of the Mushroom kingdom don't have much of an imagination and commonly associated dark colors as something evil" his voice was bitter, eyes narrowed at his reflection.

Maybe his presence is making some effect on Luigi, Mr. L mused with an unseen smirk. It is kind of… nice? Oh well, not like he could do anything with it, Luigi may seem like a pushover but he is not weak. "Well, that is what you get with talking fashion with a baddie."

"Who in the heck are you talking to? Ya freak!" Luigi froze in his spot, from the reflection in the mirror he could once again see the last person he wanted to near. Waluigi narrowed his eyes, then began to laugh at the younger brother "and what are you wearing?! You look stupid!" he laughed harder, causing Luigi to blush hard in embarrassment. He could almost feel his eyes beginning to water "I had nothing else-"

Waluigi pushed him "yeah right you freak! What are you trying to do? Make a fashion statement? Like somebody is going to pay attention to you to begin with, your brother is going to hog the spotlight anyways so why should you bother?" that last comment made both Luigi AND Mr. L flinch, but with different reasons.

Waluigi left, crackling madly on the way out. Luigi flinched again when the door to the locker room slam. "Okay… I don't like him anymore..." he trailed off when he could feel Luigi began to shake "are you- are you crying, really Luigi?"

Luigi sat down on the bench, covering his face "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't let him get to me but… he just knows how exactly to get under my skin…" he sat up suddenly, running to reach for his bag across the room "I can't go! I think I am going to be-"

Suddenly Luigi got cut off abruptly when he slipped on an unseen puddle, smashing his head- hard against the metal bench. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, body limp, almost lifeless.

"Luigi!"

He laid there unmoving, despite of all of Mr. L's efforts of shouting. Like magic, Luigi seem to appear next to him in the back of his subconscious. Mr. L looked down at him and gasped. Kneeling down he touched his cheek, as if he would disappear at any moment. There were dried tears on his cheeks, and a bit of red was streaking down the side of his face and from his nose.

He gather his better half in his arms, not knowing what to do "Luigi" he shook his slightly, he let out a sharp, painful groan but he did not stir.

An evil grin spread across Mr. L's features, his eyes almost glowing with glee, placing his hand on Luigi's forehead, he tilt his head back and closed his eyes- and Luigi's body opens his… only he wasn't exactly Luigi anymore. A sick and evil laugh spread across the locker room like a plague. Mr. L stood up, stumbling a bit; he blew a kiss at the puddle on the floor "ah… thank you" he gestured to around the room to an imaginary audience, "thank you all, you are so kind…"

Mr. L tossed the bag to the side and adjusted his collar once again "hello good looking, I missed you" the true blue that was Luigi's eyes were gone, and almost a milky film seem to cover them, making them pale, almost white, his face seem to be paler in comparison to Luigi's making his lips almost blue, but what do you expect to someone who is most likely to be in a coma? The black rings around his eyes were back with a vengeance.

Plans of revenge and restitution were going through his mind like a hurricane, making him smile with glee. First he would plant a bomb- no-NO- better; first he would kidnap that pink and frilly princess, leading Mario into a trap. Or better wait for a while till Mario is brought into a fake sense of security and then take him out in his sleep! It would surly give a whole new meaning to the 'death-bed'.

Mr. L grabbed the bag and began making his way to the exit of the room… but suddenly he stopped… wait… what is this feeling in his chest? It is almost kind of painful, sickening. Was this… NO! NO! NO! Guilt? Why guilt? Why now?! This is so not fair!

Mr. L let out a loud growl of anger, his fists shook hard at the ceiling "oh come on!" he punched the wall beside the mirror staring hard at his reflection again, his anger dying down. Now all he saw was Luigi's tears dried on his face, and the stream of red caking on his cheek. Mr. L dropped his fist, his arm now limp on the side of his body. Giving a not so gentleman-esk or suave look anymore, he let out a huff "fine… you win Luigi…"

He went to the sink to wash off his face, after picking a lock on one of the lockers and to his luck finding a pair of black sunglasses. Mr. L once again grabbing at the gym bag. But before even touching the door he turned to the locker room, one last time "I really don't like you, Luigi. You know that right? You are not even away and somehow you still have a say on what I do… you freak."

Outside an innocent shy guy was standing by the locker room door, opening a bag of chips.

"Yum" he said, taking in the sweet sent of his favorite brand and flavor, but before he could fully enjoy this tasty snack, the door to the men's locker room slammed open, squishing him to the wall. Mr. L barged out with a look of annoyance but mostly disproval.

The door closed leaving the shy guy imbedded into the wall; he slid down with a groan. Suddenly he jumped up, as if he too had an alternative ego. He crackled madly and ran to set something on fire- leaving the bag of chips behind.

End of Chapter