"This is all your fau-" Lucina tried to mumble her glare fading to a small lurch, she was sitting on the edge of his bed, sword to the side, wearing the same blue and black outfit that looked like a high-quality cosplay of some edgy anime. Futaba might know a better anime or description. Wait, wasn't Lucina from some kind of a game. Futaba might own that game. A blech came out of Lucina as she clutched her newest accessory.

A bucket, that at this point had to be getting full of puke.

"Why can't I stop puking?" She whined stomping her feet, face still pointed at the bucket.

"Take it easy now," Makoto was the first to comfort her, falling naturally into the position of group mom. One that she claimed wasn't hers but everybody else said otherwise. She placed a hand on the woman's back rubbing small circles around it while sitting next to her. "You're still not feeling well, wait a bit before we start yelling at Akira alright?"

There was a heavy dose of 'I told you so' laced into Makato's voice.

Lucina nodded, belching into the bucket once again.

Morgana strutted up to the bed, bouncing up to the other side of Lucina to lick his paw, and scratch his ear in the standard cat-like fashion. "You know, when I first left the metaverse I was disoriented for a while too, It could be something like that. But I have no idea why she's here." With the flick of his tail, he could all but feel that cat smiling at him. "Maybe she has a crush on Joker?"

"Why can the cat talk?" Lucina's face looked sober as she glared at their mascot. "And can I kill it?"

"Wait, you can hear Mona?" Ryuuji's mouth had been open since they had fallen through the T.V. screen. It wasn't anything unusual, he did that to every pretty girl he saw except to Ann, much to her annoyance. Well except for Makoto, because she was scary, Haru lasted for a while before he realized that she was also scary.

It was only a matter of time before he realized that Lucina was as scary as Makoto. And had a sword. A sharp sword. One that was real.

"Yea, why is that Mona? I thought only those that are from the metaverse could hear you, why can uhh, what was her name again?" Ann's jealous glare only went unnoticed by the one it was directed to - and Futaba, but Futaba's social radar tended to be sporadic. Shame Ryuuji wasn't a third party in the event otherwise they could start a betting pool about when they'd get together.

Whatever response Lucina was going to muster up was silenced by the lovely sound of her vomiting into a sob, followed by a swear or two, and more puking.

"She's Lucina!" The clacking of her keyboard almost overpowered Futaba's voice as a single hand shot up from behind her computer screen. "She's a princess from Fire Emblem Awakening! Her father is Chrom but depending on the player's choices her mother can be one of five, technically six, characters, the one believed to be canon is the female version of the player's avatar called Robin!"

At some point, she was going to stop and breath, right?

"As to why she can understand Morgana" Apparently breathing was optional while she was nerding out. "The simplest answer is that because we used a makeshift version of the Metaverse to send Joker into Super Smash Bros, so they had to pass through it in order to return here. But it could be any number of things. As to why she's here?"

Futaba slammed both hands onto her desk and stood on her chair to look out at them all. "I have no idea!" She glared at him, pushing up her classes. "But really you had to grab something boring like a human?"

He could only shrug, it wasn't like he tried to drag Lucina into their world, and he doubted that she followed him here, given how she tended to roll her eyes whenever he spoke.

Lucina pulled her head out of her bucket, blue eyes glaring at Futaba with all the malice a person holding a puke bucket could muster. "What are you talking about? My mother is Robin! What game? How do you know all that? Where am I?"

"Well," Makoto began hand still on Lucina's back. "This is going to be hard to take in and process it, but you're from a video game quite a few, actually, I even have a super rare version of you on my phone."

"As to why you're here, I have no idea!" Futaba, slammed back down into her seat, fingers working on the keyboard again. "You see in order for us to even send Joker into there we had to create a cognition that he was supposed to be in Super Smash Brothers, and we had to hack the game awards for that to happen. In theory, you being here should be possible as you existed in a world beyond the metaverse but-"

"I believe I can explain that."

All eyes flew to his couch, where that tall green haired goddess was sitting like she had been there the whole time, she held a cup of coffee and a small plate. She took a sip and flinched away from the still steaming drink. "Oh, that's hot but rather tasty."

"Woah!" Ryuji jumped, eyes going wide. "Man Akira, how come you're so good at picking up chicks?"

Ann slapped him over the head.

"Hmmm, you're not my type, sorry Ryuuji." She blew onto her drink a few times before taking another delicate sip. A smile spread across her features. "Besides, this form won't be able to last long in this world, it's well outside of my domain."

"Palutena," He finally asked, standing off the ground, a balled up paper towel that was heavy with Lucina puke still in his hand. He walked over dumping it into her puke bucket, hopefully, that was clean enough, he'd spray it later. "Why are you here?"

How seemed a bit less important.

"To explain things mostly," She hummed, sipping her coffee once more. "Basically, the reason, why Lucina got sent to here instead of her own universe, is just a rather unfortunate consequence of her own actions. You see, when we defeated Galeem and Darkron, it restored all worlds to their Natural state. For most of us this didn't change a whole lot, but, because Lucina is a time traveler from the future and there was already a younger version of herself, she technically didn't belong in her own world."

Lucina groaned again, looking at the whole world with the same kind of exasperated contempt that his old homeroom teacher did every Monday. Maybe he should call Becky again. "But why did I end up here?" She pointed a finger his way. "With him?"

"Oh, that's because this world is the final bridge between the source world, it kind of functions as a catch-all, often throwing the excess of other worlds into the form of video games, stories, and other media, I even have my own animated short where I get attacked by vegetables here! Oh, and while you're here don't google yourself." Palutena polished off the rest of her coffee, resting the plate and cup onto the couch. "Or maybe do, some people draw me really cute."

"So I'm stuck here?" Lucina's voice wasn't as shaky as it had been moments ago, either she finally ran out of stomach content, or maybe she was actually feeling better. Which was good, because now she could finish cleaning the rest of his floor. Again, she glared at him with the flare she had when they were actually fighting. "With him?"

"For the moment at least," Palutena stood walking over to Lucina to place a hand on the girl's shoulder. It would have been a tender scene, but the puke bucket kind of ruined the whole thing. "But don't worry, I won't rest until you're able to return home, I'm certain that Futaba is already looking into the matter?"

"Yep!" She jumped up once again her long orange hair trailing after her like a comet trail and her glasses shifted slightly. "Just before you go I demand an autograph! From both of you!" With that, she was back at work typing away.

"And for my part, I'll be seeing if I can get some other beings to come assist you, as well as try to find a path to your own world. So please, Lucina do try to bear with it for a while."

Lucina nodded and let out a sigh, the normal amount of 'go fuck yourself' back in her glare before she smiled at Palutena. "If I must, I can endure this, just please if you can let my mother and father know I'm safe, my mother might even be able to assist you."

"It was already on my list," She gave a small bow to the whole group, smiling at them. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting the phantom thieves, do take care our out of place princess for a moment, consider it a personal request from a goddess of light. Oh, and tell Sojiro next time I want to try his curry, it smells delicious."

With a wave, she was gone. Just gone, no snap, no fade, just completely and utterly gone, the only reminder of her presence was the cup and dish sitting on his couch. How come visitors from another world sucked at cleaning up after themselves.

Taking the dishes down to the kitchen he paused, looking at his team and Lucina. "Anybody want curry?"

XXXX

She had only visited a cafe once or twice, maybe three times if she counted the number of times she ended up fighting in one during her stay in that uh, what did Palutena call it again? The causeway between worlds or something. And had only had coffee a few times when she joined Corrin's forces for a bit.

And the last time she had eaten curry fire literally shot out of her mouth.

"So, you're telling me that Joker, your leader, someone that defeated a god, works part-time at a cafe?" She looked over towards Makoto, so far she appeared to be the only sensible one out of the group. Ann was perhaps a close second. The person they called Boss sat at the countertop reading a newspaper, he hadn't even blinked an eye when she showed up.

"Don't knock the kid," Sojiro said smiling, tugging at his beard and smiling at her. "I taught him everything he knows about coffee and curry, he's on his way to being better than me someday."

She had no precedence to determine if that was a good thing or not, but coffee and curry did not sound like a good combo. But her now empty stomach was clambering at the idea of eating anything. She'd even eat her father's terrible cooking.

For his part, Joker barely looked up from the large pot that he was stirring. He glanced back just enough for the light to flash off of his glasses and nod before resuming his task. For someone so focused he sure did show off in the heat of battle. "He looks a lot different than he does in a fight."

Makoto laughed, tapping her hand against the table they were sharing. She held a small smile as her red eyes darted towards Joker. "It's the glasses."

"The glasses?"

She nodded. "The glasses, he wears them so people aren't as afraid of him. They make him look less intense, and they really bring out his inner dork. But take them off and he looks like a thug." She rested a hand on her chin, smiling over at Joker, "But that just looks, he's really a nice guy."

"Most of the time," Ann interjected, elbowing Makoto in the side. "When he's not being a smart ass. But, what about you Lucina?"

"Huh? What about me?" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared across the cafe towards Joker. "If you want my opinion on him, he's a able fighter crippled by a reckless need for showing off and needless grandstanding, and his personality is irredeemable."

"Harsh," Ryuuji tapped on the countertop, spinning in his stool the face Joker. "Akira you just going to let them talk to you like that?"

"Popular with the ladies I see?" Sojiro's chuckle spread his enjoyment through the building.

If Joker heard them he didn't care, if he did care he didn't show it, eyes focused on his cooking. The smell was starting to get to her. It almost smelled edible. But that could also be because her stomach was currently trying to eat itself. Maybe she shouldn't be trying to insult the person that was giving her a meal. For free.

"That, uhh wasn't what I wanted to ask." Ann shifted in her seat, bringing up her hands in front of her and pushing one of the large blonde pigtails that reminded her of her aunt to the side. She adopted a sad expression, clearly, she wore her emotions on her sleeve. "I just wanted to ask how you were dealing with the fact that you're stuck here. Not that we aren't happy you're here, it's just, I couldn't imagine being unable to return home."

She smiled tapping her fingers onto the table. Joker's friends were if nothing else empathetic, and if they shared his trait of looking deceptively weak then they might be powerful allies on the field of battle. Though she had her doubts about the cat.

"It's not my first time being forced away from home." Her hand fell to her Falchion that leaned against the seat, in many ways, it wasn't the real one, just an alternate one from another dimension, just like her. They were relics of a world that would never come to be and never will be. "After I changed the history of my own world, I ended up traveling through the gates to another, and then another, until I ended up fighting in the causeway, and now I'm here, the only difference is that I can't go back. Not yet."

They really didn't need to know about how much she had been looking forward to seeing her home once again.

"Besides, I'm a warrior, I relied on spellcasters or terrible luck to travel between the realms before, and with the pathways closed I'll just have to rely on others." It was annoying, sure, but it was a situation she had been in before, and one that she could get out of. "Though I think once I get back I'll stop realm hopping and relax with my family for a bit."

"Wait, you're a warrior? I thought Futaba said that you were a Princess?" Ann blinked, before reaching into her pocket and pulling out some kind of a contraption, was it a book? It looked far to thin for that.

"I was a princess, technically I still am, but I don't have any claim to the throne." Well in a way she does, just as her younger self. Time travel was confusing. Very confusing. She was also her own older sister.

The scent hit her first, a pungent smell that threatened to burn her nostrils and had her mouth watering as the first plate slid in front of her, the large ladle-like spoon - handle pointed right out her - was half submerged in the meeting point between the rice and the curry so red and hot it looked closer akin to lava than food.

A second wave of smell hit her, just as powerful as the first, forcing her stomach to growl despite her will power. Her limbs felt weak, probably due to low blood sugar, as she was reminded just how hungry she had been. Just looking at the plate made her tongue screech at the heat and sweat already began to form on her forehead.

Coffee, that sweetly bitter scent that was unforgettable followed suit as a perfectly poured cup of it was slid placed just within reach. She couldn't imagine these two items tasting good together, but she was too hungry to argue.

Joker slid two similar plates in front of Ann and Makoto followed by two drinks.

He then held up his finger, begging them to wait before he pulled out a small tubular container, and pinched a bit of spice. The fact that he was showing off while delivering their meal would have been enough to make her roll her eyes had it not been for the overwhelming hunger she was experiencing. With a flourish, he tossed the spice up above her plate allowing it to fall onto her plate.

He did the same for Makoto and Ann's the two of them laughing the whole time.

"Akira, stop being so Extra." Ann rolled her eyes, taking a spoonful of curry and blowing on it.

Despite her disdain for him, she had to admit, he could make some really good curry that had her hair standing on edge. And his coffee was fantastic.

AN: I love writing this fic.

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