Second part to Understandings! I think I'll fit it in as a threeshot...idk :/. I did actually plan this fic out as help to clear my head for therapy sessions (cuz the climax hasn't even STARTED yet). But I'm really glad that I am starting to get my head back in the writing game. I have been getting free time at the end of my classes to write (which is actually a MIRACLE). But anyways, enjoy!

Ace xx

It hurt. It hurt like fucking hell. Incineroar and Lucario had their match. Absolutely bashing up their opponents. Incineroar had enjoyed it. They were on to the next round and so far the day had been a meer success. As a celebration, Lucario had took him to Kuroneko Delight, a doughnut parlour which Lucario had recalled as "the most exsquisite place on fucking earth" Incineroar had laughed at that comment. But decided that she was not a liar at all. As soon as he bit into the crispy masterpiece, he realised that he would never take food for granted ever again. Lucario had giggle at him, watching him devour the doughnut and slurp up his thickshake as fast as possible. She then teased him for being what she called a 'guzzler'. He scowled at her. It was overall an extraordinary time and they returned to Lucario's temporary house to watch some matches in the Smashlands. "Be warned. This TV is shit so if it glitches out then you know why." Incineroar had cracked up, rolling around on the floor like it was the funniest joke in the world. Lucario believed it wasn't and was creeped out by the way Incineroar was laughing. After Incineroar's "laughfest" they settled down to watch the match. And this was where Incineroar's pain occured.

The match that was on was Diddy Kong verse Villager. It wasn't a very interesting game but a lot of people were watching because there was a rumour going around that Diddy Kong was a prodigy. This rumour was partially true. Diddy Kong had a long win-streak but in simpler terms, a reasonable one. And just as the match started, Prime. Grondavel walked upon the stage. This was particularly scary considering Grondavel was one of the smash authority ELITES and he made all the big decisions.

"Hello viewers! I am Prime General Grondavel, smash authority elite, and I'm here to talk to all the prodigies watching out there." Incineroar trembled in his seat. He felt his heart beat under his thick layer of grey fur. Lucario glanced at him. "Hey, you ok?" He nodded back at her, still trembling. "Recently, we've been getting messages from people all over the world about if a smasher should be classified as a prodigy. Some in which are very valuable smashers we have realised. Including our special Diddy Kong here." What was this absolute fucking bullshit coming from the Prime General? Diddy Kong had a win-streak of 5! And they were proceeding to think of him as a prodigy? Incineroar had to get 50 fucking wins to be a prodigy. And all Diddy needed was 10? Incineroar grumbled, scrunching up his face as if to strike fear into a child. Lucario watched him, feeling guilt rush over her. "So Corrin, Kirby, Fox and Incineroar. I would just keep watch if things change. Because for sure...they will." Anger rose over Incineroar. He felt his flaming waist rage with fumes. Prodigies? Diddy Kong? What was all this bullshit? And why did he have to watch out? He had a 156 winstreak! He hadn't lost since he started! He clenched his fists tight, trying to avoid any outside distractions. Then, he felt something brush against his shoulder. "Hey?" Lucario leant her shoulder into him. His fists opened and anger disappeared. Instead, taking its place was a mix of emotions. But one stood out most to Incineroar. He had felt it before his match in the Meadow Kingdom.

Anxiety.

Lucario looked up at him. He looked down at her. There was a huge height difference. But a huge safety difference too. Why? Of all people? Lucario ran her fingers through his long red spikes at the top of his head. This was their first time hanging out together and Incineroar was starting to feel something. Warmth. Happiness. Was it Lucario? Yes. Her presence made Incineroar feel safe. He completely forgot about the prodigy disaster. "I just...for the first time in my life...I'm scared of something other than smashing...I'm scared." He was afraid to admit it. But he had to. He had to tell someone. She nodded. "I understand. I really do. We're gonna fix this ok? We're gonna prove those asshole authorities that no prodigy is going to give up their career." He smiled. He was more comforted around her than anyone in this world. Not even Kirby. Oh shit. Kirby. He had to tell Kirby about Lucario. He knew that Kirby hadn't been watching the match. He was probably training. Kirby was always training. Using precious time to beat up some DuelBots. Incineroar found it hilarious but nevertheless trained with Kirby. But even if he hadn't been watching the match, it was sure to blow up on social media so Kirby would know before Incinroar returned. He'd be returning to the Smashlands in roughly an hour so he could tell him about Lucario. But right now, all he wanted to do was spend time with Lucario. The person he had spent less than an hour with and already trusted more than most people. The person he may or may not be inlove with.

BACK IN THE SMASHLANDS

Incineroar pounded through the door of his colossal modern house. Because he was a prodigy, he got a bigger income than regular smashers. This allowed him to make bigger purchases. He was actually a good spender and sometimes used his money. It ovelooked a stunning lake and was surrounded by a large pine grove. Kirby had a house right next door with very similar decoraions and exteriors. Behind both of their houses was a wide maintained road which lead to a massive gym on the opposite side. It was a very nice layout and it only took around 5 minutes to get to the nearest city by speeder. Incineroar clambered towards his home TeleSmasher and started pressing buttons on it rapidly. It tingled in his hands and dialed Kirbo (as Incineroar would call him). Almost immediatly it picked up. "Aye, Kirbo whats up?" "Aye Incin" "You know you can't call me that." "Mhm alright, Incin" "Listen we need to talk" "Exactly what I was going to pick up the phone to do, Incin" "Shut up" "Alright I'll be over in a minute Incin-EROAR heh..heh" but Kirby was too late. Incineroar had already hung up.

There was a knock on Incineroar's door. Within a second it was open. Incineroar lead Kirby into the living room where a fire was burning and the TV was on. Incineroar picked up the remote and pressed the 'off' button. It flickered and shut off. Kirby made himself comfortable on Incineroar's couch, sitting back and enjoying the cotton press against his shoulders. Incineroar took a huge deep breath and planned out what he was to say. Prime General Grondavel. Prodiges. And most importantly...

Lucario