Disclaimer: I don't own Kirby. Nor do I own Dark Meta Knight or Light Meta Knight. Light Meta Knight belongs to anyone who came up with the idea of him.
Onyx: Italicized words are translation of poyos, blah blah blah…
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"What are you doing out here, Meta?" Kirby questioned as the two continued to follow Fumu. Meta Knight explained everything to the small puffball as he readjusted his mask so that it completely covered his face, and as they trudged past the forest surrounding the rocky ridges and cliffs.
"…And then I tracked her past Whispy Wood's forest, and, well, you know what happened next," the knight finished, just as they arrived at the foot of the tall cliffs that covered the base of the small mountain that Dynablade inhabited.
"…huh. And I'm pretty sure I know whose causing the snow."
Meta Knight chuckled. "It is pretty obvious. But I believe they meant no harm this time."
"Yeah right," Kirby rolled his eyes before pointing ahead to Fumu, who looked like she was going to faint any moment. "Like that doesn't count as harm."
Suddenly, the girl collapsed into the snow. Meta Knight glared at his sheepish student. "You just had to say something, didn't you?"
"Sorry…"
Sighing, the knight stalked over and gently turned her over. Her face was a light blue, her lips a darker shade from the cold. Her clothes and Kirby's blanket had a thick layer of frost on them, and snow covered everything. Meta Knight shook his wearily, before turning his bat wings into his usual flowing cape. Kirby was left with no protection against the howling winds and the biting snow, but he didn't complain. The knight dug out a blanket, much thicker than the one Fumu had, and tightly wrapped it around her. Picking her up, his bat wings once again appeared, and shielded the three of them as they continued their way up the craggy mountain.
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Fumu was sunk in a strange world where there was nothing but black liquid surrounding her. It gently held her aloft, comforting and warm, the exact opposite of the cold white world that she had been in. Or had she? She didn't remember anything clearly anymore. Nor did she try. It was just too comfortable in this dark place….
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"Hey, bro! Take a look!"
"What?" a glowing white shape slipped over to where his brother was, peering impatiently out into the blizzard. "I swear, Dark, if this is another one of your jokes, I'll-"
A gasp cut off his words as the figure saw a hint of dark blue and pink through the thick snow.
"What in NOVA's name are they doing out here?"
"Hmmm, not sure. I thought I saw a hint of yellow too…"
"Idiot!" the white figure shoved his brother out of the cave they were hiding in. "Why didn't you go and get them in?"
"Alright, alright!" his brother carefully picked himself up from the snow, tattered gray cape flapping wildly in the gales. "Why don't you go get them?"
"Because the snow is white."
The darker figure rolled his blood-red eyes before stalking off. "Because the snow is white." He imitated using a high, mocking voice. "Honestly, he freaking glows, and all he says is 'Because the snow-'" he spun around fast enough to catch the piece of rock thrown at him, but the second one found its mark right in between his eyes. Howling in rage, he was about to charge right back into the cave when a voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Daaku? Is that you?"
To be continued…