Two Worlds One Circus
Chapter Seven
Sorry for crap chap.
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By now, the other residents in the mansion had realised that she wasn't the Samus they were used to. Acrobat Samus already knew they knew...
Why? Because the blonde was standing there next to a blue hedgehog, two brown simians, a and a man in a helmet: all of them ready to stop the acrobat. To be fair, she did steal the suit, but the other Samus wasn't going to listen to what she said. She was so satanically pissed off at her counterpart that the pole-dancer was sure that her menacing looks would kill off Lion Link.
"I don't know how you got into my suit, but come out now." The acrobat stared at the blue-clad bounty huntress and shook her head. She wasn't going to stop now! She had just gotten into her new toy and was getting the hang of it. She hadn't even seen the Ringmaster yet and shown what this thing could do.
"I'm sorry, but even if I knew how to, I wouldn't. This thing is so damn fun." The huntress glared at her own varia suit before groaning. She didn't want to have to pound the look-alike out of the suit, but she really had no choice.
"Come on Sam, this will be easy," Sonic smirked as the others cried out in agreement. Although she didn't need, or liked, help; Samus couldn't help but smirk at the support she was given. Everyone wanted a piece of that wild woman. Sonic had a chunk of his quills blasted off by the rampaging acrobat, the Kong duo had gotten their bananas frozen by a stray ice beam and Captain Falcon's Blue Falcon had been crushed after the Acrobat had jumped on its roofed and dented it.
"Naww... I want to play with it a little longer," even though no one could see it, the acrobat pouted. "But I'll give it back. I also wanna fix anything I did wrong so you won't be angry! Tell me how to get out of this, please." Samus had to raise an eyebrow. They spent three hours trying to find the look-alike and had been prepared to cremate the girl and that was it? No fight? She was just giving up? A trap perhaps?
"You crushed my car!" Captain Falcon yelled, "why should I forgive you?"
"I can help fix it! Uhh... not that I know how to, but I'll pay for every expense. I can sell some of my jewelry!" the acrobat chirped as she clapped the suit's hands together in a very childish fashion. Samus grimaced. How did they look so alike when they were so completely different? It baffled her.
No one understood what exactly DK and Diddy were screaming about, until Donkey Kong showed the frozen bananas.
"Well, they're not ruined. I'll get the fire-breather help you defrost them... and then you can have them however you want." Unlike C. Falcon, the ape and monkey seemed satisfied with that solution. Acrobat Samus' mouth twitched. Why on Earth did she have to reason with furries? She never thought that day would come.
"And me? My quills aren't going to grow back magically! No one messes with the master of faster and the fastest thing alive!" Even though Sonic sounded far more egotistical, he and Samus were on the same side. From under the visor, the acrobat pouted, disappointed why they all couldn't just get along. She just wanted to do good things with the suit.
"Well, three on one is hardly fair..."
"It's not a game." Samus' patience was wearing thin. Again the acrobat pouted under the suit.
"Well it is! Not fair, I mean. How am I supposed to beat you when I only just got my suit today?" Sonic stared as Samus' patience snapped in two.
"Your suit? You may be me, but that's MY SUIT!" With that, the bounty hunter ran forward and flipped over the orange exoskeleton. Without time seemingly not passing, the Chozo-raised woman landed on the ground. Acrobat Samus looked around in confusion before the suit suddenly... ejected her?
"WAHHHHHH!" the hyper acrobat screamed. The guests watching this display meerly blinked uncomfortably as the Samus-variation came hurtling down from the sky. She would've broken something if she didn't forward roll and made the perfect landing. "Hey! That's not fair! I wasn't ready."
Samus wondered why her counterpart was so... childish.
Now unarmed and looking not very intimidating, Sonic and Captain Falcon were ready exact revenge on the troublesome woman. As much as it was Samus' responsibility to protect the doppelganger... she was sure she could overlook the incident. The mercenary began to pick up the pieces of her suit as the hedgehog and F-Zero X racer ganged up on the now-battle ready blue woman.
"We could sort this out nicely..." Acrobat Samus started. A roar of pain from Captain Falcon. The man staggered as five needles were sticking out of each of his fingers. Everybody turned to see a certain knife-thrower, grinning as psychotically as she could manage. "Or we could just fight and solve it."
"Yo Sam! What the hell was that man? How come you didn't kill these morons yet?" Neither Samus or Sonic not take any offense to that. However, being more rational, the hunter Aran crossed her arms and shook her head.
"We won't fight-"
"Samus! Are you giving up?"
"Quiet Sonic and let me finish... we won't fight here. We'll have a proper tag team brawl to settle this... without anyone dying." The circus Sheik whined but the acrobat looked positively delighted. Fighting without dying? That seemed like a fun game!
"We accept your challenge Sonic the Hedgehog and Samus Aran." Sheik, not wanting to back down, nodded in agreement, "and if we win, we get the use of the power suit without your restriction!"
And that was when Samus almost withdrew from the fight if not for her strong will and Sonic retorting at his usual fast pace.
"Fine! Then you have to... be our slaves for the rest of your stay!" Samus glared at the hedgehog who shrugged, "I thought fast."
"We accept again!"
"A two on two brawl on the Final Destination stage," the speedster proposed, "Samus and I vs you guys. No time limit and one chance per contestant. Agreed?" The carnival girls nodded before giving some deviating smirks.
"It seems you have underestimated us," both blondes grinned the same smirk and Sonic gulped behind her. "Alone, we are simply known as Acrobat Samus,"
"And Knife-thrower Sheik, but together we are known as," the two backflipped into action, the acrobat cascading herself in ribbons and the knife-thrower revealing thirty five needles and four knives.
"The Blade Queen and the Ribbon Empress. The Despotic Duo. We will win for sure." Samus' mouth twitched.
"...Just... why am I cursed to be surround by freaks?" she groaned.
He had the perfect view of him: a position where he could see his friend's face pull into a bright smile and the canvas. Even though the bluenette's attention was solely on the lake and the setting sun, the secret observer's attention was plastered onto the painter.
The atmosphere was not exactly quiet, but both of them could feel the peace and quiet in the bright sunny day. Marth had taken the good weather to try his art without the constraints of his caravan and his friend had taken advantage of the peace to drink in the sights of the calm, cheery entertainer.
Although their hosts had, reluctantly, given them new clothes; the circus still chose to wear the garments they had been wearing. The clown of the circus was no different as the floppy white folds of his circus garb sagged over his lithe frame. The teenager didn't mind that the clown's body was completely concealed; instead, he noted, that it only emphasized how fragile but cute his friend was. However, just looking into the clown Marth's large doe eyes was enough to show the world his adorableness... and give him a heart attack.
In every way, he was beautiful.
From the top of his head, where the sun played against the ocean blue locks, to every square inch of his lightly toned frame, to the bottom of his toes, Marth was beautiful. Perfect. Purity in human form. It wasn't just his looks that allured him: his soft spoken voice, the way he smiled so sincerely, the way he was so kind and innocent and how he comforted all... everything about him there was just amazing in his eyes. Long ago, he had given up the idea that the attraction for the perfect joker was just idolization... he just loved him too much for that. However, while it pained him to dwell on for too long, he managed to keep the illusion he was satisfied with their strong friendship.
He was happy when he saw Marth smile and Marth always smiled while he painted. The clown had found some art supplies and had been replicated the lake's image for the whole morning while Roy watched transfixed for the same duration. Every stroke, every colour he placed on the canvas, was amazing.
"Wow, he's is good. What is he painting?" The Circus Roy looked up to see his other-self standing next to him, a surprised expression on his face. He turned a little to his doppelganger and made a childish 'shhhh' noise.
"Don't disturb him... he's painting the lake. Stay here with me. He can't hear us but we have a good view."
"Oh... Right." Reluctantly, the other red-head sat down and both sat in an awkward silence. Awkward from one end anyway. The smasher Roy wasn't really happy that he was with his idiotic mirror-image and didn't know how to talk to him. On the other hand, the fire-breather smiled as he just stared at Marth paint. Not even in a creepy fashion, just in an expression that represented innocence and contentment.
However, it wasn't long before the circus boy began to talk.
"Hey, other-me? You're me right?" the fire-breather looked up and blinked almost childishly at his counterpart. The Roy wearing the shirt shrugged, clearly not interested in chitchatting with the moronic mirror-image. However, it was obvious that he was a little surprised at how quiet the fire-breather was.
"I... suppose..." It was evident that Roy loathed the words that slipped from his mouth; but the circus teenager obliviously smiled and looked back towards the painting bluenette, gazing at him gently.
"...have you ever been in love? Have you... confessed to that person?" He had enough brain to figure out he was in love? Roy stopped for a minute and smiled, the image of his beautiful childhood friend Lilina flashing to his head.
"Yeah."
"...could you give me advice?" Anyone could see that the general didn't trust the circus version of him at all, but at the same time, everyone could see that the pyro trusted the smasher with everything. "There's this person that I like and I don't know how to tell them how I feel..." Roy saw that Fire-breather Roy's eyes had shifted back to Clown Marth and his face had grown as red as his hair.
"...You... you love him?" the general spluttered as he too looked at the Marth look-alike. His face turned bright red as well, but while one Roy had a soft smile present, the other was gritting his teeth.
"Since I met him. At first it was just love at first sight," the circus-dwelling Roy smiled again and blushed a deeper shade of crimson, "but over the past year, I've fallen for everything abou-"
One Roy was thrown back, having been punched in the jaw while the other Roy just glared, both hands as fists.
"You're reckless, you're a pyromanic, you're a moron AND you're a homosexual?" the general screamed as the doppelganger sat back up and held his jaw. A slight trickle of blood leaked from his mouth but neither Roys cared. "I don't know about the others but I am sick of you and your bloody weird circus. Just looking at you in just an insult to my name and I'm pretty sure the others feel the same but you are the worst." The other Roy said nothing and looked at him with confused orbs. This only further pissed Roy off. The hardened general kicked the pyro in the stomach as hard as he could, sending him sprawling in the opposite direction of the clown. The damaged red-head coughed violently on the ground but made no indication to fight back or even get up.
"...I'm... I'm so sorry..." he muttered as his hands gripped the grass. "I... I know he's straight... I shouldn't love him but..." The other Roy didn't listen as he made one final kick to Roy's ribcage. Pent up hatred for himself was released as the circus Roy rolled a little bit away. He began coughing violently and crying.
"You said he's straight. The REAL Marth is straight and I have my own Lilina. Either give up your... craving for him or get the hell out of here before you hurt someone else. Sicko. No, even better, do both." The fire-breather was crying... he was crying for his heart, his body and shattered memories. This Roy was so lucky and strong: he still had his Lilina. In the circus' universe she was dead. The general probably didn't realise how much pain that the bitter memory brought him. Then to add more whipped cream to the dessert of turmoil, he was being told he couldn't care for someone he wanted to protect with his whole soul; he was being told his love was revolting. Was this how the clown would react as well? Was Marth someone he could trust with secrets and feelings... only to have them smashed back and broken into thousands of pieces when it involves him like this?
"You can't love him. I don't know what twisted practices you do at home but here, you better not do anything weird to either of the Marths. Don't you ever mention it here or else I swear I'll kill you." He stared at the quivering, bruised teenager in front of him before storming away; hazes of anger wavering over his eyes.
The canon Roy had plenty of good, valid reasons on why to do such an unheroic act, but none of that even crossed the other Roy's mind. Only his words. Circus Roy did nothing but wipe his tears and close his eyes.
He just wanted to sleep... or wake up and hope this whole mansion incident was a nightmare. He wanted to go home. He heard footsteps approach slowly before suddenly quickening in their pace. He didn't open his eyes though... he wanted them to go away.
"Oh my... Roy? Bro?" he didn't answer the strongman, "...Marth! Hey Marth! Get over here! Roy's hurt!" Roy really didn't want to see Marth and yet, when he heard the delicate footsteps of the clown, his eyes opened themselves. Pit and Marth... his Pit and his Marth kneeling over him. Roy blinked. "...shit bro, what happened to you?"
"Roy, you're bleeding..."
Marth was about to wipe the blood off his face but was stopped. Even though Pit asked the question, Marth got the answer.
"I had an accident guys, it's nothing," he gave a fool's smile, "nothing at all."
Next chapter: Censored RI/Ike. There will also be a seperate oneshot for them if ya wanna get dirty.
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