He wished, he always wished, that he could be a better fighter.
Surely, Master Hand had been foolish to chose him. After all, he was unskilled, cowardly, shy. Most certainly not the things required for the constant Brawls.
Other Smasher's had offered to help him, train him. Ness certainly helped, as did Mario, Peach, Samus......
Ness was like his brother, the brother he never became estranged with. Samus was like the mother he had lost. She too knew familial loss, so she could sympathise. Her family had died when she was a child, though why, he had not been told.
But he turned them down, the true masters of Brawl. He didn't want to waste their time. Why should anyone waste their time on a weakling like him?.........
But, he always wished he could be a great warrior.
Like Link, whom travelled into perilous dungeons, fought titanic monsters.
Like Fox, whom fought the worst foes space had to offer.
Like Snake, whom risked his life in his missions.
Like Pit, the young rookie, whom had bravely surpassed the limit and saved his goddess.
He became especially envious after that battle between Mario and Sonic.
He could not believe the skill they had, how the battle had lasted five whole days. How could they have made just one life last so long? Though he was pretty sure that everyone else, as well as him, could not believe that outcome, the end of the fight. Such a glorious battle. Both fighters were still recovering, in fact.
Why couldn't he be brave, confident? Why couldn't-
Bump!
Lucas fell on his butt as he bumped into the lean leg of Marth, whom looked down in surprise at the young psychic.
"Lucas! What's wrong?" Marth asked, seeing tears in the youngsters eyes. Lucas quickly apologised and made to hurry off, but was stopped by a firm, but gentle grip on his shoulder. Lucas' tear-filled black eyes locked with Marth's pristine blue.
"What's wrong?" He softly replied.
Lucas gulped, before muttering his most used word. "N-nothing....."
"It is most certainly NOT nothing." Marth calmly replied. "Now please, tell me what is wrong?"
Lucas gulped, before ceasing to struggle against the swordsman.
Taking a deep breath, Lucas murmured "I......I wanna......I wanna be strong......"
Marth cocked his head, before nodding, signalling the psychic to continue.
"I........Ever since.......Mum died..........." Lucas flinched as he said that "I......wanted to be strong....... To make sure no-one else suffered what she did............."
The tears were coming afresh. Lucas struggled to regain control, not wanting Marth to see him at his weakest.
So, he was surprised when Marth gently hugged him.
"It's okay." The prince of Altea murmured. "I lost someone close to me too."
This said, the noble prince drew to his full height. "C'mon, Lucas. DK's making his famous banana sundae today. Wouldn't want to miss that!"
Lucas unfroze, haven previously stooped short upon learning of Marth's own loss. Shaking his head, Lucas nodded, before following the prince- or rather, his new friend.- to the cafeteria.
He remembered something Samus said to him, ages ago. "You've got family here, kid. Don't worry."
Lucas supposed she was right. After all, everyone had their own lives. Whether they chose to proceed or not meant everything. Lucas smiled, ever so slightly, as he followed Marth. And having friends was another everything.
Author's Notes: Lucas' last thoughts held dark irony. Marth's loss had been his greatest friend, whom betrayed him. More dark still, Is that Samus suffers the same problem as Lucas. She cannot bring herself to tell what really happened to her parents. I shouldn't have to tell you lot what happened to them. This chapter explored a bit about Lucas, and subsequently, his new friend in Marth.
A side note, I have decided not to reveal who won between the two mascots just yet, just small things here and there. You'll find out soon ;)
