Hello! This may or may not be my first Brawl story (I have a feeling it isn't) and I feel I may have portrayed pretty much all the characters incorrectly.)
The way I write these characters are based from a mixture of other writer's fanfics, the characters' games I've played (mainly Kirby and Metroid), and the information on the wonderful Internet (because I've never played Fire Emblem), as well as the belief that the years of having commingle with people from neighboring games may broaden the views of many characters. And the belief that Meta Knight isn't evil, 'cause he can't be. 'Cause I'm runnin' this joint.
Anyway, feel free to review on any mistakes you find, if I should tweak any of the characters' personalities, or advice you'd want to give to improve my work. Flames are unappreciated, but if my story so angers any of you that you wish burn me alive, so be it.
All rights reserved. I do not own Nintendo nor any of their abundance of games.
The next morning…
Samus groaned as her alarm clock blared at her to wake up. Her hand came smashing down on top of the 'snooze' button before she rolled over to relish in the extra five minutes of catching up on the sleep she missed last night. The whole Meta Knight fiasco kept her mind buzzing, which resulted in her doing whatever she could to make her fall asleep. Unfortunately nothing worked, but she succeeded in going to bed before 1 o'clock. Her phone buzzed and Samus quietly screamed into her pillow.
The bounty hunter sat up and snatched the vibrating electronic from her bedside table, squinting at the luminescent screen when she turned it on. Get out of bed you! It said in white across the middle of the screen. Turning it off, Samus sighed, her face plopping down on her pillow. Then her alarm clock went off again.
For the love of-
Samus tried her best to be quiet as she pushed the hospital doors open, cringing as it groamed at her disturbance. She grabbed a chair from a nearby bed and walked slowly to Meta Knight's still form, reaching a hand out to clasp it around his wrist, feeling his pulse thud against her fingers as she sat in her chair. Samus felt him twitch beneath her hand and his head turned towards her with a sigh. She gazed in wonder as a small frown creased his forehead while his mouth thinned into a flat line. The hand in her grasp turned and weakly grabbed her back.
Samus's twitched up into a half-smile at the small movement. She slipped her hand down into his and took out a book from the bag she'd brought with her. She read it quietly out loud as she mindlessly traced soothing circles onto the back of the knight's hand.
King Dedede trotted in with Kirby skipping at his heels, two trays piled high with food balanced precariously on his gloved fins. A nurse pushing a cart with dirty dishes rushed past them. Dedede cast her passing glare as Kirby sped ahead to excitedly greet an unconscious Meta Knight. Dedede shook his head and plopped down in the seat placed next to the knight, setting one tray onto the floor before digging into his own plate.
"Poyo poy! Go-moni Meda Nigh'!" Kirby burbled happily at the knight's unmoving form. Dedede shook his head at the pink puff's childish gibberish and called the youth over to eat. Kirby did so with enthusiasm, inhaling half his portion is seconds.
"Slow down kiddo," Dedede chided through a mouthful of bacon, "we have a lot of hours to cover before we can leave. Mister Really-Big-Hand's orders." Kirby looked at him confusedly but turned and began to actually chew his food.
"'Kay."
"Ike. Please explain to me why you brought handcuffs." Ike turned to gaze at the prince trailing uneasily behind him.
"Because someone couldn't keep their hands to themselves yesterday," the mercenary replied. Marth frowned at him.
"So…since when did you start obsess over Meta Knight? Besides, it's not like Meta Knight will mind. He doesn't care about it that much anymore, remember?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrow. Ike shook his head.
"What you did yesterday wasn't okay, Marth. You should've waited until Meta Knight was awake so you could ask him if you could take off his mask. It's the right thing to do."
"Ah, yes… So this had nothing to do with you doing something idiotic at the bar three days ago? And then keeping it from Samus until I got fed up with you lying to her?" Ike was silent. Marth sighed as the mercenary stopped in front of the hospital entrance. "You and I both know that this thing with Meta Knight isn't what you're mad at me for. But I also know that telling Samus was the right thing to do." The prince put a hand on Ike's shoulder, gripping it firmly for a second before walking through the giant doors. Ike stood still, gaze downcast as guilt again surged through him. He cleared his throat and walked through, sitting down in one of the chairs near Meta Knight's bed.
"Sorry," Ike muttered, leaning on his hands.
"It's alright," Marth assured. He yawned and stretched before taking out a crisp deck of playing cards. "Want to play?" Ike looked up and sat up with a smile, taking the cards from Marth's hand.
"Sure. Rummy?"
"Very well. Loser eats one of Peach's pickle cakes," the prince agreed, grinning at the look of disgust that crossed Ike's face as he shuffled the deck. Ike leaned forward to deal, casting a look of determination at Marth.
"You're on."
"Let the best man not throw up."