greenone15: Thanks for the compliment! I try to think of ways to keep my readers engaged in what is happening in the story. I'm happy to hear I'm succeeding. Also, I'm glad you like my outlook on things. I like to come to conclusions of my own about elements of the story, and some times those conclusions are rather different from what is already out there. I hope you like where they go.

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I own nothing in the Kirby franchise.

The little puffball and all his friends, enemies, and settings belong to Nintendo, Hal Laboratory, 4Kids, and Warpstar Inc.

Episode Twelve: Enter, From the Shadows, Part Two

"Ah, Dorocche," Tac stuttered, realizing the position he had just put himself in. "Fancy meeting you here. Well, me and the guys were just taking an evening walk, so we'll just be on our way." The cat attempted to dash off, but was promptly blocked by two other mice, a yellow one in a red scarf and sunglasses and large grey one with an eye patch.

"Seems a bit late for a stroll, boss," the yellow one said, playfully tossing the end her scarf. "You don't think these folks would be lying to us, now would you?"

"I do hope not, Spinni," the first mouse responded. His smile never faded as he spoke. "It would be a real disappointment to find out they were."

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And Presto! It's Kirby!

"Ly-lying?" J2 put in, trying to help out his floundering leader. "Of course we're not lying. We were just going out to-uh-pawn off this rug! Yeah, that's it. Pawn off this rug. Nothing suspicious about taking a rug out to sell. Heh heh."

"He's right," Tac said quickly, shouldering the large roll of carpet. He was not eager to face the band of mice, especially when they were about to deal with a different troublemaker. His mind raced to find any pathway of escape. Unfortunately for the bandit, all paths seemed blocked, so he tried to worm his way out of the situation with his wits. "We were going to the pawn on the other side of the city, so we had better be on our way. You'll understand our rush." He started once again to attempt a move out, but was stopped as Dorocche caught him by the shoulder.

"Indeed," the mouse said, his tone of voice making it clear he wasn't buying it. "I know the very shop you speak of. The owner is a fine, upstanding man. He'll give you a good deal for this carpet. And what a fine, large mat it is!" He motioned, as if taking the time to admire the work. "It is certainly of excellent quality, but far too large and heavy for a single person to carry all the way to the pawn shop by himself. Storo, do be a gent and relieve our dear doofus here of his burden."

The big mouse with the eye patch grinned. "You got it, boss."

"Oh, there's no need for that," the cat laughed, trying to keep the makeshift prison out of reach. However, he was quickly cornered by the mouse in the scarf and the large package was snatched away by her big companion. Once he had snatched away the carpet, Storo proceeded in unrolling it so that its contents were dumped out in the middle of the street.

Dorocche gave a lock of mock injury. "My, my! So you were hiding something from me, Tac. Well, now my feelings are hurt." He shook his head as he casually picked the sack up and began opening it. "Well, now, I do hope you weren't attempting anything illegal, now. It would be a shame to find out such upstanding fellows such as yourselves had fallen to a life of crime."

The members of D.O.O.F.U.S. chuckled nervously. They had no desire to be around when the truth of their plan was discovered. However, between Dorocche and his two companions, any escape seemed impossible.

Said escaped was rendered impossible the moment that the bag was opened. For a brief moment, Dorocche's mocking, sarcastic smile faded. It was replaced a moment later by a more genuine, apologetic smile. "Easy there, young fellow," he said, as he aided a frustrated and disoriented Kirby out of his prison. "It's alright. You are among friends now."

"T'ank yew," the young one said, glad to at least have been found by someone who was not threatening him. The little Puffal wasn't quite certain how to react to this new situation. He had heard the new voices from within the sack, but it had been muffled enough that he couldn't understand what was going on. However, once he caught a glance of his former captors, he remembered everything clearly.

"Poyo, bad people!" he declared, pointing an accusatory paw at them. "T'ey taked Kaabii fa' fa' 'way, and t'en t'ew in a bag, poy poyo, an, an eat t'e cake! T'ey weally bad people!"

The atmosphere turned to ice. Truthfully, the mice hadn't understood much of what little Kirby had said, but they understood enough to get an idea of the severity of what had been happening.

"So," Dorocche began his tone deathly cold and lacking any of his previous playfulness, "you were proceeding in a kidnapping scheme."

"W-well, kidnapping is such a nasty word." Tac tried to sound relaxed, but the swift change of mood had made such a calm impossible. "It was an accident, really, and-and we were just trying to get the kid home, honest."

"Uh-uh," Kirby interrupted. "T'ey said t'ey wa gonna go ta Lab'winth an' leave Kaabii t'ere."

Upon receiving the further information, Dorocche narrowed his eyes. He caught Tac quickly by the collar and hauled him up. "You know how I feel about kidnappers, cat," he scowled darkly. "Understand that the only reason that I do not currently do as I desire is that your intended victim is a young child whose mind does not need to be scarred by the memory. However, if I every catch you doing anything like this again, I might not feel the same way twice. Do I make myself clear?"

Tac quickly nodded. "Yes, sir! Crystal clear, sir!"

"Good." The mouse tossed him away, and turned darkly to the other bandits. "Get back to your own territory. I would not recommend you come back." The thugs quickly nodded and rushed off, not wishing to continue.

Now, Kirby was alone with the three mice. The red clad leader quickly composed himself before turning to the Puffal. "So sorry about that, young fellow. Rogues and ruffians dwell all over, and must be dealt with severely if their antics are to be stopped.

"Now, we haven't been properly introduced." He swiftly took off his hat and bowed politely to the youngster. "My name is Dorocche, treasure hunter extraordinaire. I am also the leader of this band of merry mice, the Squeaks." Here he motioned to his two companions. "These are two of my cohorts, Spinni and Storo."

"Hi," Storo said, giving a friendly grin.

"How ya doing?" Spinni asked.

Kirby grinned brightly. At least these folks were being friendly. "Hiii!" he greeted brightly. "I Kaabii."

"Well, Kirby," Dorocche continued. "I welcome you to Tiramisu City. I hope the circumstance of your arrival does not affect how you view this fair town.

"Now, if I remember correctly, you had previously said that those ruffians took you from your home. My Squeaks and I will certainly do all that is in our power to aid in your return. Now, what town do you call home?"

The young Star Warrior smiled as he though brightly of his home. "I's from Cappy Town! T'ere used 'ta be a house whe'e I lived, but t'en a mean lady knocked it down, so now I live wi' Tiff and Tuff fam'ly. You help Kaabii go ta Cappy Town?" The youngster smiled hopefully.

"Oh, dear," Dorocche looked down, covering his mouth in thought.

"What wrong?" Kirby asked, confused by his new friend's reaction.

"I'm afraid the problem is," Spinni explained while her leader was still in thought, "we've never heard of a Cappy Town."

Kirby's face fell when he heard this. A wave of homesickness hit him hard, and the news that his hometown was unknown in this far off place was disconcerting.

However, Dorocche quickly patted the youngster on the head. "There now, chin up. Just because we haven't heard of Cappy Town before doesn't mean that we can't find it. We have a lot of very smart friends all over this city, and certainly at least one of them will be able to help us out. Until then, you will stay with us, and we will work on finding your home. What do you say?"

The little one wiped at his eyes and gave a bittersweet smile. "'Kay. Soun' goo'."

"We'll have you home before you know it," the mouse said comfortingly. "Now, we had best be getting in. It's quite late." With that, the four headed out.

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It was dark by the time that the small rescue party arrived at the correct neighborhood in Tiramisu city. The areas that held businesses typically were less populated, but they were also typically rather easy to access. It only took a few questioning to discover the particular location that the business card pointed to.

When they were right outside the neighborhood, Meta Knight pulled the vehicle to a stop before stepping out. Sword and Blade followed close in his wake. All three kept as quiet as they could.

Suddenly and without warning, the knight stopped and lifted is hand. He stayed this way for a moment before speaking, "I know you three are there. Please come out now, before we go any farther." There was a slight squeak of surprise and the sound of an attempted muffling of said squeak, but no one emerged. After another moment of waiting, he repeated himself. "You are not fooling anyone. Please come out now."

Hesitantly, Ribbon and the twins crept out of their hiding place. They had followed the trio of warriors from the start, doing their best to keep from anyone's view. They had thought they were doing a good job of keeping out of site, so their sudden reprimand was entirely unexpected.

The Star Warrior's golden eyes were stern and his tone disapproving. "I specifically told you that you weren't coming because this could be dangerous. Why did you not listen to me?"

"Well, sir," Ribbon started, doing her best to come up with a way to explain how they had felt, "we wanted to help find Kirby. He might be in trouble, and if there was anything we could to do to get him out of it, well, we wanted to be able to do it."

The knight sighed and pressed a hand to his forehead. The lack of self-preservation instinct in these young ones never ceased to frustrate him. "You were well intentioned, but not thinking very clearly. Right now, time is of the essence. We must move, and I cannot leave you three here unaided. Stay close and do what I tell you." The trio brightened up for a moment, but Meta Knight wasn't finished. "This conversation, however, is not over. We will discuss the matter further at a more opportune time." With that, he motioned for them to follow him.

They finally stopped when they came to a large, rather dingy old building. Over the main entrance there was a sign marking the building as belonging to Market Corners, Inc. However, all the windows were blacked out, and there wasn't any sign of anyone being inside. The door, however, had been left ajar. The group crept inside to see if any sign of Kirby was still present in the dilapidated place.

Within it was even darker than it had been outside. The building was in complete disarray, but there were markers that there had been people here at one point. "There has been a struggle here," Sword said, pointing out areas when furniture had been broken and the walls showed some damage. "These marks are too recent to be normal wear and tear. Something happened, and within the last couple of hours or so."

Ribbon flew farther into the building, and found a small hatch leading into a basement level room. Suddenly, she gasped. "Kirby was here!" cried out to the others in an urgent tone. "Come down and look!"

The others, hearing her cry, hurried down. She was hovering over an opened metal orb. "That was the thing that was in the package! Whoever took Kirby did bring him here."

Meta Knight nodded. "So our suspects did bring him here. However, he resisted them and they are not here now. We must wait here, for it is likely whoever is responsible for this will return."

He had no farther said this when the sound of a door opening signaled to them that they were no longer alone. He motioned for his companions to remain silent and hidden, before moving towards the opened door. He remained silent himself, wishing to hear whether or not the newcomers would be a threat before attempting a confrontation.

It was only three of the criminals. After their run in with the Squeaks, the members of Tac's little band had scattered for the moment. They had been humiliated and the cat was in no mood to discuss what had happened.

Unfortunately for him, one of his companions wouldn't shut up about it. "Ah! The wretched rogues caught us off guard!" Sir Kibble declared, determined to try to come up with a way to cast the mortifying meeting in a light that did not make it clear that they had been completely disgraced. "Had we been prepared for such a confrontation, why, no force on Pop Star could have stopped us! Nay! Not even the Star Warriors in their heyday would have dared to challenge the Devious Order of Felons United Sinisterly!"

"Give it a rest, tin-head," Simirror muttered. "The Squeaks own that part of the city. There really wasn't anything we could have done once Dorocche and his goons found us." She chuckled bitterly. "Would could have finished the job, too, if only someone had been paying attention to where we were going, Tac. And now on top of it, we have a ticked off Dorocche on our backs!

"I'm sorry, all right! Is that what you want to hear?" Tac snapped. "Fine then! I'm sorry that we walked right into red-zone territory! I'm sorry that I was wrong about the Squeaks being away at the moment! And I'm sorry that Dorocche found out about that kid!"

"What is this about a child?" Once again, the bandits were startled by a voice from behind them. They turned to see Meta Knight emerge from the opened doorway.

"Who the heck are you," Tac asked, displeased at the intrusion, "and what are you doing here?"

"My name is Meta Knight, though I doubt that will mean much to you," the warrior responded coldly. "All that matters is that you answer my question. You mentioned a child a few moments ago. Who was he, and where is he now?"

Tac laughed dryly. "A knight, huh? You don't seem like much of a knight to me? Maybe half of one, though. What make you think that you can make demands of me, huh, shorty?"

From within their hiding place, Sword and Blade fumed. They hated to hear their master insulted and were eager to go out and teach those thugs a lesson in respect. However, the Star Warrior had not given them the signal that it was time for them to reveal themselves, so they had to remain in waiting.

Meta Knight himself, however, seemed to pay no attention to the derogatory remarks. "It is of grave importance that you give an explanation of your comments about a child. One of my students had gone missing, and I have reason to believe that someone in this city is responsible for his disappearance. If you cooperate, I give my word that will be the end of our dealings. However, if you resist, I will be forced to take other matters in finding what I need to know."

Simirror and Sir Kibble joined Tac in laughing at this comment. "Here that, boss? Ol' metal-face here thinks he can threaten us!" the witch mocked. "Isn't that a hoot?"

"A real riot," Tac agreed. The cat was feeling confident against the warrior due to the latter's more diminutive stature and saw this as an opportunity to regain the dignity lost against Dorocche. "Listen here, puffy. This is my territory, see? You can't just come in here and make demands. I don't take too well to being told what to do." He pulled out a knife and pointed it in his opponent's direction. "I might have to teach you a bit of a lesson if you push me too far, ya see?"

"I did not mean any disrespect," Meta Knight explained calmly. His composure did not show it, but his patience with the bandit's cocky attitude was wearing thin. "As I said before, this is a matter of urgency, and full cooperation would be appreciated. I am not looking for a fight."

"Well that's too bad," the cat laughed. He pointed to Simirror and Sir Kibble, who had positioned themselves to either side of Tac, which cut off any route of escape. "'Cause you found one, and it's three on one match. Now, you can give us all you've got, and we might be willing to let you leave in one piece."

"I did not wish to do this, but I must." With that, Meta Knight withdrew Galaxia.

Still inside the basement, the two knaves and the children couldn't see what had happened, but they could hear everything that had been said. Upon hearing the threats made to their master, Sword and Blade attempted to rush up to his aid. Close behind, Ribbon and the Twins followed, not quite certain what they were going to do but wanting to find some way to help.

However, once they emerged from the basement room, they found Meta Knight holding Tac at sword point against one of the post holding the building up, with Smirror and Sir Kibble lying unconscious nearby. "Ah, my friends seem to have arrived," the Star Warrior commented casually once he noticed the newcomers. "It seems that the tables have turned in more than one way. Now, I hope you are feeling more communicative now."

"The kid? You want to know where the kid is, huh?" Tac asked quickly. He had just watched the Puffal quickly and singlehandedly deal with three at once, and he and no desire for further confrontation. "We had some kid once-he looked like you too, only pink. We were going to help him get home, honest we were! It's just that, on our way, we were jumped by this band of mouse thieves, led by this guy, Dorocche! We tried to protect the kid, really, but they got away with him before we could do anything!"

The warrior put very little stake in the details of the story, but he did not think that the cat would be changing too much with his skin on the line. "Who is this Dorocche and where is he?"

"He's the Red Thief Lord, got that title just about as soon as he got here," Tac stuttered out. "Don't know where he came from, but nobody does. As for where he is, I really don't know. One of my guys does, though, looks kinda like a soldier, goes by the name of Lanzor!"

"Where might I find this Lanzor?"

"He's probably in the bar, an old place called the Flighty Tooky! You can get all you want from him there! Please don't kill me!"

Meta Knight lowered Galaxia. "Very well. You have done as I asked." With a quick movement, he tied Tac to the post he was held against. "That should hold you well until the proper authorities arrive."

The cat stared in shock for a minute. The idea that such a fierce warrior would only leave him for the city authorities seemed to just come out of nowhere. "W-what?"

"You have already admitted to being a bandit and a kidnapper," the Star Warrior explained. "Furthermore, you and you band of thieves have been trespassing on this ground for quite a while. I can imagine that there are several warrants set out by the authorities for your capture."

He then turned to his companions. "We now have to find a lead on Kirby's whereabouts. Sword, Blade, you know what to do."

The duo grinned at each other. They knew exactly what to do, and this was going to be fun.

From the shadows, a single figure watched. So, Tac finally bit off more than he could chew, Biospark thought to himself. It was about time. Them ninja knew would be no problem with allowing the cat to cool his feet in a prison cell for a few days. After that, he'd break him and the others out. Until then, the ninja saw his opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

He smiled at the plan that he had crafted during his observation. Time to start the rumor down the grapevine.

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It was quite late by the time that the Squeaks and their young guest arrived back at their base. It was a comparatively small building located in one of the more residential parts of the city. Honestly, it was one of the last places one would think a secret hideout would be. Which meant it was perfect for that purpose.

Once they arrived, they were greeted by an elderly mouse in a contraption. "It's about time you three got back," he scolded. "The computers systems in the Zephyr have been running haywire ever since that incident with that temperamental swarm of UFO's. I've been waiting three hours for the parts you were going to retrieve!"

"Of course you were, Doc," Spinni laughed, tossing a wrapped up bundle over to the scientist. "We just got sidelined for a little bit."

Doc laughed dryly. "Sidelined? Distracted is more like it. What was it this time?"

"We had a bit of a run in with our old friends, the Doofuses," Dorocche answered. "They were giving our new friend Kirby a bit of a hard time. We decided to give him a hand."

While this conversation was going on, Kirby had taken the opportunity to explore his new surroundings. In fact, the hideout, which had looked so small from the outside, was a good deal larger within, as the little storage house was only the entrance. The true base, which lay beneath the street level, housed not only the living quarters of the Squeaks, but also a lab/landing bay. In the middle of the room they had just entered was a large dirigible, which was the team's mode of transportation when they traveled.

As the little Puffal was examining these sights, he felt something brush against his foot. He looked down and realized that a collection of smaller mouse-like creature had gathered and where looking up at him in fascination.

Kirby grinned brightly at the new creatures. "Hiii!" he greeted cheerfully, patting the nearest on the head.

The little creature seemed to like this and nuzzled closer to the young one. Storo chuckled when he saw this. "So you met the Squeakers, huh? They don't talk, but they help us with our missions, especially when we have to get something from a place where none of us can fit." He smiled and picked up one of the little creatures himself. "Not to mention, they're really affectionate."

The little warrior grinned, enjoying the attention from the little creatures, but was startled when his stomach growled.

The older mouse noticed this too. "Ya hungry, Kirby?" he asked.

He nodded slowly. With all the excitement that had gone on, the young one had forgotten, for the moment, that he hadn't eaten since that morning. The thought of his lost cake made that remembrance even bitterer.

Storo grinned. "That's okay. I'm kinda hungry, too. I'll show you where the kitchen is and then we can both have dinner!"

This cheered the youngster up a good deal. "Yay!" he squealed in delight as he followed close after his new friend.

Dorocche smiled as he watched the duo leave. He liked the pink Puffal. Something about him seemed to remind the mouse of something or someone pleasant from a long time ago. What it was, he couldn't say, as his past before the Squeaks was a mystery, even to him, due to some sort of injury he had endured before his arrival in the city.

He turned quickly back to Doc. "Now," he added, "there is one more job I need you to do. Have you ever heard of a village called Cappy Town?"

The scientist shook his head. "I'm afraid not. No surprise there, though. Cappies tend to gather into smaller communities where everybody knows everybody, and nobody really knows anything outside of their town. Why do you ask?"

"Our young friend here hales from a place called Cappy Town. I have given my word that we would find where it is so that he can return there as soon as possible."

Doc grinned. "Ah, I see. Well, I don't know where it is, but that doesn't mean I can't find it. I'll look it up as soon as I can and let you know what I find out."

Dorocche smiled. "Thank you, my friend. I bid you a good night." With that, he turned to go to his private quarters.

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Life had been rough. It had always been rough, as far as Lanzor could remember, for a thief to make a living. It was especially rough for an incompetent thief with no idea what to do next.

He was currently sitting at the Flighty Tooky, doing his best to forget the humiliation. It wasn't like this had never happened before. Quite the contrary, humiliation like this was a regular occurrence for the small bandit's guild. They'd do something that would either result in them getting into a confrontation with the Squeaks, or the cops, or something like that, and they'd lose miserably. If they were lucky, they'd get away from the situation in one piece. Tac, however, would be in a foul mood and take it out on whoever and whatever was closest at hand.

As a result, most of the other members of the band would go elsewhere for the night. Somewhere where they would cool down and do whatever it was to cope with the embarrassment. Which is what Lanzor was doing at that very minute.

"Another rum," he groaned, lifting his hand out the bartender.

"Six copper," was the Cappy waiter's response.

Lanzor reached down for his wallet, though missed it a couple of times due to his tipsy state. Once he caught it, however, he realized that it was empty. He gave an awkward grin. "Just put it on my, tab."

"I'm afraid that I can't do that," was the Cappy's response. "Your tab's been cut off, as you never pay it out. Either pay up or get out!"

"Now, now, there no need for such hostilities," a new voice piped in. It was a newcomer, a rather tall creature who had his should-length hair tied back into a ponytail and several piercings on one ear. He and another person, a stocky fellow with an eye patch, approached the counter.

"This seems like a decent sort of fellow," the one with the ponytail said, "so I'll cover the costs. Just bring a couple of ales along with the rum, alright?" To back up his statement, he tossed a small bag of coins onto the counter at the same time. "Just keep the change."

The bartender took the bag, and once he had counted the money, nodded and went to go get the drinks.

Lanzor gave a dazed grin. "Thanks. I really needed that."

The newcomer laughed. "Don't think about it. By the way, you can call me Buck. Buck Thorne. My companion here is currently going by Patch Malone. We're new here in town."

"Pleased to meet ya, Buck. I'm always willing to meet new people. 'Specially when they cover the tab," the purple-clad creature greeted. "If there's anything ya need, just say it, just as long as it don't involve money." The drinks had been brought over, and he took a deep draught of the rum. "I currently am not in much possession of that commodity."

"Now that you mention it," Buck said, rubbing his chin, "there is something you can do for us, isn't that right?"

Patch nodded sagely. "Indeed there is. Our boss happens to be on the lookout for a fella, goes by the name of Dorocche. You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?"

Lazor grinned, the level of alcohol he'd consumed catching up to him. "Dorocche? Why does your boss wanna deal with him? - Hic! - My band just had some trouble with him, and trust me, you want to stay as far away as possible."

"Oh, really?" Buck asked, taking a sip of his ale. "And why would that be?"

"Him an' his band, the Squeaks, there nothing but trouble. Nobody really knows about him, really, 'cept that he appeared out of nowhere one day. Challenged the old Red Thief Lord for his position-Hic!-and just about wiped the floor with him. Since then, nobody anyone knows of has been able to land a hit on him!"

"Is he really that tough?" Patch inquired, tilting his head curiously.

"And then some. Then there's also his band. Hey, Patch, you gonna drink that?" When the ale was slid over to him, Lanzor continued. "They're all mice, but you'd think they were some sort of warriors from the way they fight. First there's Spinni, Dorocche's right hand. She's the only dame in the band, but don't ever call her that to her face. She hates it, and she'd almost as tough as Dorocche, especially if she's got those Squeakers with her. Next is Storo, the muscle. Huge guy, almost think he was a rat by his size. He not too bright, but he's hard to avoid. Finally, there's the old guy-Hic!-, what's his name? Oh, that's right. Doc. They call him Doc. He's not much of a fighter, but those gadgets of his pack a mean punch."

"My, my, they do sound quite formidable," Buck commented, before handing his ale over to Lanzor. "Thank you for the warning. We will want to avoid them. Now, where should we avoid?"

The bandit took it and drank deeply before continuing. "Don't know exactly, can never tell exactly with those bunch, but there's a neighborhood nearby where they always seem to be hanging out. It's pretty near the storage house for the main informational database, which located in the center of the city. Guess they like to go there to find out about those treasures their always hunting. They like taking the weirdest-Hic!-things. Like just this night, they took this kid we found. Don't know why they wanted him, but when you got a choice to ask or get out, you get out. Unless you particularly want to lose your skin. If that's the case, then by all means, ask away!" With that, Lanzor attempted to take one last sip, but passed out into a deep sleep.

"Oh, not again," the bartender grumbled.

"Don't worry," Buck said as he started to lift the passed out bandit up by one arm as Patch took the other. "We'll handle him."

As they headed out, Blade slipped a sly grin to his companion. "So, now we know what we're facing, huh, 'Buck'?"

"Quite right, 'Patch,'" Sword responded. "We'll just drop this fellow off at the proper authorities before we report back to Sir Meta Knight. I'm sure they'll know what to do with him what to do with him one he wakes up from his nap."

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That night, Kirby looked out the window of the room he had been given at the stars. It was funny, as the stars looked exactly the same here as they did at Cappy Town. The youngster sighed as homesickness weighed heavily on him. He missed the little village and all his friends there. However, he did have hope mingled in with the bittersweet sadness. He had made new friends, and they had promised to help him get home.

To be continued…

Author's Note: I purposefully left the description of armor less Sword and Blade a bit vague, with the exception of a few details. I have my own idea of what they look like, but so does everyone else and their grandmother. Feel free to use the design you like best.

Also, I have to ask, what did Nightmare sound like in Hoshi no Kaabii? I recently watched Fright to the Finish, from Right Back at Ya, and while it was cool, I despise the voice they had for Nightmare. He was way too young! I tried to look up the Japanese version but had no luck.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to hear from you in the comments!-SilverWarriorWolf.