Super Smash Brothers
A/N: Yes, I am finally going to update! I'm in the mood, I'm on fire!...yup
I don't own Smash Brothers, so yeah.
HOPE U LIKE
Chapter 7 My Name is Mamaho
Two weeks had passed since the last battle with Mario and Luigi. Nothing much had happened since then, but we'd been on edge the whole time. I had talked to Salem and Steve the day after the fight. I told them everything, from the dream to my theory of the whole anger thing. Of course, they had no idea what the dream meant and told me that I shouldn't let it bother me. We waited, and two weeks of peace is what we got.
****
I was in a clearing in the forest, which practically surrounds our small city. I had been coming to this clearing for about a week now, considering it my training spot. Steve and Salem had been there once with me, but now I was there alone, practicing in my Link form.
Dust: HA! KIYA! HA!! HAAA! KIYAAA HA HA!
I performed a series of punches and kicks, thrusting them out faster than I ever thought possible. In my Link form, I was more agile, flexible, and stronger than ever. I had gotten used to transforming and now it was a basic thing. The fire like blast thing took some work, but I figured out how to concentrate my energy into a small blast, which I had incinerated a tree with not too long ago by accident. I was very happy that I had learnt how to control this blast. Nothing satisfied me more.
Then I tried to fly...like Mario and Luigi had done...but it didn't work out so well...-_-. I probably fell down more times than I ever did as a baby learning to walk. So yeah, I won't get into it.
Dust: HIYAA!! KIYAA!! HA!!!
I continued to train, stopping to stretch every minute or so. I wanted to be ready for Mario and Luigi next time they came. Regardless of my fear, I knew I had to be on my guard. I prayed that Salem and Steve would be ready because I didn't want to be standing alone.
Dust: Hmm?!
I turned around to see a figure stepping out from the bush. It was Steve in his Red Link form. He smirked and walked towards me.
Dust: How long have you been there?
Steve shrugged.
Steve: Maybe five minutes or so?
I shrugged and went back to my training. Steve began to stretch a bit, obviously warming up.
Dust: Hey Steve, do you want to spar?
Steve smirked and stood up tall.
Steve: Sure, but no sword stuff okay? That fucking hurts.
Dust: Yeah, I didn't plan on using my sword.
Salem, Steve and I had made a habit of sparring, but we rarely used swords. I'd goofed once and slashed Steve's ear clean open on the lobe. Sparring was a good way to practice fighting, but it became a chore when it came to fighting Salem. He didn't exactly seem to understand the meaning of "light sparring," so we had to take breaks a lot when we faught him. It seemed like everytime he transformed, he went nuts. It scared me sometimes.
Dust: Hmm...
I watched as Steve got into a ready stance. I did the same, clenching my fists and getting ready.
Dust: Alright, get ready...!!!
I lunged forward and swung at Steve. My punch was aimed at his face, but it had been a poor attempt. He backed away, dodging it easily. His then ran forward, his elbow jutted out, and elbow striked me in the ribs. Coughing a bit from getting wind knocked out of me, I spun around and spinning heel kicked him in the head. He staggered back a few steps, but quickly recovered with a punch to my face. I fell back and onto one knee.
Dust: Ah damn!
I wiped blood away from my mouth. In these new forms we could take higher degrees of pain than ever thought possible, but stuff like punches to the face still hurt.
Steve: You still wanna go?
A cocky smirk formed on his face, and I immediately got annoyed. I smirked back.
Dust: You're gonna pay for that.
I lunged forward and faked a punch. Steve swung at me, but I jumped over him, the punch just catching my foot and having no effect whatsoever. I landed behind him and sidekicked him in the back.
Steve: AUGH!
Steve flew forward about thirteen feet. I had caught him off guard really badly. He smacked face-first into a tree and didn't move. It only took about fifteen seconds for the sound of snapping twigs to erupt from in front of me as I heard him get up and come back into the clearing. He wiped grass and dirt off of his uniform and glared.
Steve: Now I have to say, that was really cheap.
I shrugged.
Dust: Tell that to Mario if he ever does it.
I made a mistake because the minute I said that, I dropped my guard. Steve quickly launched a red blast at me, which sent me flying off of my feet and into the forest. I knocked down two trees and it wasn't exactly pleasant. My back felt like it was on fire and being whacked by sledge hammers at the same time.
Dust: AHHH!!
I stood up slowly. Pain shot through my back. I walked out into the clearing, where Steve stood ready.
Dust: Okay, okay. Now...we're even.
Steve stood ready and I was about to attack, but something caught my eye. Something behind Steve and a little to the right.
Dust: !!
Something had moved in the bushes. Steve saw the surprised look in my eyes and he turned around quickly. I bolted to the bushes before he could even say anything.
Dust: KAH!!
I jumped at the bushes, but caught nothing but pine needles, prickles, and leaves. I slowly stood up, and saw Steve looking at me bewildered.
Steve: ...?? Done spazzing out Dust?!
I breathed hard, listening for a sound.
Dust: I thought-
SNAP! A sound of a breaking twig. I bolted towards the sound and grabbed something rough in material. I pulled and a little man in a brown cloak fell to the ground. He wasn't that tall, so he wasn't hard to pull around.
Steve: Who the-
Dust: ...
The two of us moved close to the small man and stood over him. He slowly sat up and looked up at us, his face was difficult to see through the cloak, but I could make out an orangish-brown tinge of skin and a mouth.
???: So, you found me at last. Nice to see you are being resourceful.
Dust: ...Who the hell are you?!
???: ...Do you really want to know? I'm not sure if it will do you much good. You have seen me once before, and it did you no good.
I thought back, and then it hit me.
Dust: You...you're the one I saw when Mario and Luigi attacked us at Pure River Field.
Steve: ...Dust? I'm confused. Start over.
I sighed and explained to him about how I'd seen this man during our battle with Mario and Luigi. As I spoke, I never took my eye off of him. I wasn't in the mood to be trusting complete strangers.
****
After telling Steve my story, the man took off his hood to reveal an out of this world face. He had the orangish-brown skin, and huge eyes. His nose was circular like that of a pig, and his mouth was just a slit, no lips at all. He had no hair, but a large red scar ran across the top of his head. He smiled at us, and seemed to find the shocked looks on our faces funny.
???: Not exactly what you expected huh? Well, we're all a little out of this world.
Steve and I exchanged baffled glances, and then slowly nodded, not really knowing what to make of all this.
???: My name is Mamaho, and I have come to you for a reason.
Steve: ...And that is?
Mamaho smiled and crossed his arms under his cloak.
Mamaho: I have come to train you. It's not much, but it may help you in your quest.
Dust: ...Quest? Look man, we're-
Steve: We're just trying to stay alive. There is no quest.
Mamaho laughed.
Mamaho: So, you believe someone else will stop Mario? I think not. You children have a gift now. You must use it to stop them. You are the only ones who can. Those aren't ordinary necklaces. They have given you something that no other human could achieve.
Dust: How the hell do you know about all of this?!
I sounded rather annoyed and shocked/angry, but Mamaho took no offense. He smirked and held up his hand to keep me from yelling any further.
Mamaho: Relax Dust, I have been watching you boys from the start. I know about the necklaces, Mario and Luigi attacking, and the horrible future that awaits this world if they aren't stopped. I cannot help you fight, but I can train you to help aid you. As you are now, you will not be able to stop them. With my training, you may have a chance.
Steve crossed his arms thinking. I stared at the ground, trying to piece together everything that he had said, but nothing seemed to make sense.
Dust: So...what do you plan on teaching us?
Mamaho: Oh, just a few simple techniques.
Steve stared at the ground, his arms crossed.
Steve: Such as?
Mamaho: Well, one would be the ability of flight.
I looked up, and Steve did as well. Flight was something everyone had probably dreamed of at least once in their life, and now some short little bald guy who was obviously not from this world was offering it to us. Mamaho held up his hands, which were revealed to be a scaly orange and yellow color.
Mamaho: Shall we begin then?
I almost jumped out of my shoes. I had my mistrust for the stranger, but my ambition to fly overtook me. Steve looked the same, but he was still keeping an eye on Mamaho.
Mamaho: Who will be first?
I turned to Steve and nodded.
Dust: You can go first Steve.
Steve looked nervous, but slowly nodded. Mamaho lowered his hands and spoke:
Mamaho: Imagine you are soaring through the sky. Close your eyes and picture it.
Steve slowly closed his eyes. Nothing was happening. We waited for about ten minutes, but nothing happened.
Dust: Uh, are you-
Mamaho held up his hand, signalling me to be quiet. I shut my mouth right away and watched.
Mamaho: Now Steve, I want to concentrate really hard, and imagine yourself pushing off of the ground.
Steve squeezed his eyes shut really tight and imagined. Nothing happened for a few minutes, until-
Dust: !!!
I gasped and Mamaho laughed triumphantely. Unbelievably, Steve was hovering about two or three feet in the air. He didn't even seem to realize it.
Mamaho: Great job! Keep going!
Steve opened his eyes and looked down to see himself floating. His eyes widened and he started flailing his arms and legs like a bird that just lost its wings.
Steve: WHOA OH AH!!!
Steve fell and landed on his feet, then falling onto his ass. I laughed so hard that I fell on my back. It had indeed been a funny sight. Steve groaned and shot me a glare, which I almost didn't see because my eyes kept shutting from hysterical laughter. Mamaho turned to me.
Mamaho: Now Dust, it is your turn to attempt the ability.
I nodded slowly and closed my eyes. We went through the same procedure as Steve, and I slowly began to picture myself pushing off of the ground with my feet and flying through the air. It was then that my eyes snapped open. Mamaho mouth was in a wide, open mouthed smile.
Mamaho: Yes, YES!
I looked down and immediately freaked out. I fell down about five feet and landed hard on my knees.
Dust: Oww...
Steve: ...Mmf...Ghh...heh...HAHAHA!!
Steve had his share of laughs as I slowly got up, my knees shaking from the impact. Mamaho waited until Steve stopped laughing and I brushed myself off. He started to turn away.
Mamaho: My home will be in the clouds above your Hospital Center. When you two have taught Salem this technique and mastered it, I want the three of you to fly up to my house. We will do further training there.
Dust: ...Why can't you just train us now?
Mamaho smirked.
Mamaho: Think of it as a...test...
Steve: So, just do it like you did it? That's how we teach it to Salem?
Mamaho nodded, and then turned to us, looking very serious.
Mamaho: Now I want you boys to know that my training isn't going to be easy. I may be four feet tall, but I'm not about to let you boys get out of shape. Now I need to tell you a few things.
Dust: ...
Steve: Okay, shoot!
Mamaho: Number one: Never use your abilities to hurt those that cannot fight back against you. Such as your fellow men.
I smiled stupidly, snapped my fingers and said jokingly:
Dust: Dammit!
Mamaho continued.
Mamaho: Number two: Never tell anyone who you are. Propaganda will grow stronger during this time period, and if anyone finds out about this secret of yours, they will be able to attack you in many different ways. Your fellow man will see you as a threat.
Dust: Hmm, well I don't think anyone's really seen us yet. At least, I hope not.
Steve: Hmm...
Mamaho turned and hovered into the air.
Mamaho: Try not to take too long with the technique. I know not when Mario and Luigi will attack again. They travel well without being detected, just like the storm which brought them to this world arrived. Silent and undetected.
Mamaho flew off before we could ask him anymore questions. Steve and I practiced the flying move a bit more and fell down some more. Then we decided it was time to head home. I'd been there since five pm, and it was now eight pm.
Steve: I'm heading out. You gonna teach Salem the move?
Dust: Yeah, if he doesn't break anything.
We parted ways and I ran home, feeling partially excited and partially scared.
Dust: Man, and I always complained nothing exciting ever happened around here...
A/N: Yes, I am finally going to update! I'm in the mood, I'm on fire!...yup
I don't own Smash Brothers, so yeah.
HOPE U LIKE
Chapter 7 My Name is Mamaho
Two weeks had passed since the last battle with Mario and Luigi. Nothing much had happened since then, but we'd been on edge the whole time. I had talked to Salem and Steve the day after the fight. I told them everything, from the dream to my theory of the whole anger thing. Of course, they had no idea what the dream meant and told me that I shouldn't let it bother me. We waited, and two weeks of peace is what we got.
****
I was in a clearing in the forest, which practically surrounds our small city. I had been coming to this clearing for about a week now, considering it my training spot. Steve and Salem had been there once with me, but now I was there alone, practicing in my Link form.
Dust: HA! KIYA! HA!! HAAA! KIYAAA HA HA!
I performed a series of punches and kicks, thrusting them out faster than I ever thought possible. In my Link form, I was more agile, flexible, and stronger than ever. I had gotten used to transforming and now it was a basic thing. The fire like blast thing took some work, but I figured out how to concentrate my energy into a small blast, which I had incinerated a tree with not too long ago by accident. I was very happy that I had learnt how to control this blast. Nothing satisfied me more.
Then I tried to fly...like Mario and Luigi had done...but it didn't work out so well...-_-. I probably fell down more times than I ever did as a baby learning to walk. So yeah, I won't get into it.
Dust: HIYAA!! KIYAA!! HA!!!
I continued to train, stopping to stretch every minute or so. I wanted to be ready for Mario and Luigi next time they came. Regardless of my fear, I knew I had to be on my guard. I prayed that Salem and Steve would be ready because I didn't want to be standing alone.
Dust: Hmm?!
I turned around to see a figure stepping out from the bush. It was Steve in his Red Link form. He smirked and walked towards me.
Dust: How long have you been there?
Steve shrugged.
Steve: Maybe five minutes or so?
I shrugged and went back to my training. Steve began to stretch a bit, obviously warming up.
Dust: Hey Steve, do you want to spar?
Steve smirked and stood up tall.
Steve: Sure, but no sword stuff okay? That fucking hurts.
Dust: Yeah, I didn't plan on using my sword.
Salem, Steve and I had made a habit of sparring, but we rarely used swords. I'd goofed once and slashed Steve's ear clean open on the lobe. Sparring was a good way to practice fighting, but it became a chore when it came to fighting Salem. He didn't exactly seem to understand the meaning of "light sparring," so we had to take breaks a lot when we faught him. It seemed like everytime he transformed, he went nuts. It scared me sometimes.
Dust: Hmm...
I watched as Steve got into a ready stance. I did the same, clenching my fists and getting ready.
Dust: Alright, get ready...!!!
I lunged forward and swung at Steve. My punch was aimed at his face, but it had been a poor attempt. He backed away, dodging it easily. His then ran forward, his elbow jutted out, and elbow striked me in the ribs. Coughing a bit from getting wind knocked out of me, I spun around and spinning heel kicked him in the head. He staggered back a few steps, but quickly recovered with a punch to my face. I fell back and onto one knee.
Dust: Ah damn!
I wiped blood away from my mouth. In these new forms we could take higher degrees of pain than ever thought possible, but stuff like punches to the face still hurt.
Steve: You still wanna go?
A cocky smirk formed on his face, and I immediately got annoyed. I smirked back.
Dust: You're gonna pay for that.
I lunged forward and faked a punch. Steve swung at me, but I jumped over him, the punch just catching my foot and having no effect whatsoever. I landed behind him and sidekicked him in the back.
Steve: AUGH!
Steve flew forward about thirteen feet. I had caught him off guard really badly. He smacked face-first into a tree and didn't move. It only took about fifteen seconds for the sound of snapping twigs to erupt from in front of me as I heard him get up and come back into the clearing. He wiped grass and dirt off of his uniform and glared.
Steve: Now I have to say, that was really cheap.
I shrugged.
Dust: Tell that to Mario if he ever does it.
I made a mistake because the minute I said that, I dropped my guard. Steve quickly launched a red blast at me, which sent me flying off of my feet and into the forest. I knocked down two trees and it wasn't exactly pleasant. My back felt like it was on fire and being whacked by sledge hammers at the same time.
Dust: AHHH!!
I stood up slowly. Pain shot through my back. I walked out into the clearing, where Steve stood ready.
Dust: Okay, okay. Now...we're even.
Steve stood ready and I was about to attack, but something caught my eye. Something behind Steve and a little to the right.
Dust: !!
Something had moved in the bushes. Steve saw the surprised look in my eyes and he turned around quickly. I bolted to the bushes before he could even say anything.
Dust: KAH!!
I jumped at the bushes, but caught nothing but pine needles, prickles, and leaves. I slowly stood up, and saw Steve looking at me bewildered.
Steve: ...?? Done spazzing out Dust?!
I breathed hard, listening for a sound.
Dust: I thought-
SNAP! A sound of a breaking twig. I bolted towards the sound and grabbed something rough in material. I pulled and a little man in a brown cloak fell to the ground. He wasn't that tall, so he wasn't hard to pull around.
Steve: Who the-
Dust: ...
The two of us moved close to the small man and stood over him. He slowly sat up and looked up at us, his face was difficult to see through the cloak, but I could make out an orangish-brown tinge of skin and a mouth.
???: So, you found me at last. Nice to see you are being resourceful.
Dust: ...Who the hell are you?!
???: ...Do you really want to know? I'm not sure if it will do you much good. You have seen me once before, and it did you no good.
I thought back, and then it hit me.
Dust: You...you're the one I saw when Mario and Luigi attacked us at Pure River Field.
Steve: ...Dust? I'm confused. Start over.
I sighed and explained to him about how I'd seen this man during our battle with Mario and Luigi. As I spoke, I never took my eye off of him. I wasn't in the mood to be trusting complete strangers.
****
After telling Steve my story, the man took off his hood to reveal an out of this world face. He had the orangish-brown skin, and huge eyes. His nose was circular like that of a pig, and his mouth was just a slit, no lips at all. He had no hair, but a large red scar ran across the top of his head. He smiled at us, and seemed to find the shocked looks on our faces funny.
???: Not exactly what you expected huh? Well, we're all a little out of this world.
Steve and I exchanged baffled glances, and then slowly nodded, not really knowing what to make of all this.
???: My name is Mamaho, and I have come to you for a reason.
Steve: ...And that is?
Mamaho smiled and crossed his arms under his cloak.
Mamaho: I have come to train you. It's not much, but it may help you in your quest.
Dust: ...Quest? Look man, we're-
Steve: We're just trying to stay alive. There is no quest.
Mamaho laughed.
Mamaho: So, you believe someone else will stop Mario? I think not. You children have a gift now. You must use it to stop them. You are the only ones who can. Those aren't ordinary necklaces. They have given you something that no other human could achieve.
Dust: How the hell do you know about all of this?!
I sounded rather annoyed and shocked/angry, but Mamaho took no offense. He smirked and held up his hand to keep me from yelling any further.
Mamaho: Relax Dust, I have been watching you boys from the start. I know about the necklaces, Mario and Luigi attacking, and the horrible future that awaits this world if they aren't stopped. I cannot help you fight, but I can train you to help aid you. As you are now, you will not be able to stop them. With my training, you may have a chance.
Steve crossed his arms thinking. I stared at the ground, trying to piece together everything that he had said, but nothing seemed to make sense.
Dust: So...what do you plan on teaching us?
Mamaho: Oh, just a few simple techniques.
Steve stared at the ground, his arms crossed.
Steve: Such as?
Mamaho: Well, one would be the ability of flight.
I looked up, and Steve did as well. Flight was something everyone had probably dreamed of at least once in their life, and now some short little bald guy who was obviously not from this world was offering it to us. Mamaho held up his hands, which were revealed to be a scaly orange and yellow color.
Mamaho: Shall we begin then?
I almost jumped out of my shoes. I had my mistrust for the stranger, but my ambition to fly overtook me. Steve looked the same, but he was still keeping an eye on Mamaho.
Mamaho: Who will be first?
I turned to Steve and nodded.
Dust: You can go first Steve.
Steve looked nervous, but slowly nodded. Mamaho lowered his hands and spoke:
Mamaho: Imagine you are soaring through the sky. Close your eyes and picture it.
Steve slowly closed his eyes. Nothing was happening. We waited for about ten minutes, but nothing happened.
Dust: Uh, are you-
Mamaho held up his hand, signalling me to be quiet. I shut my mouth right away and watched.
Mamaho: Now Steve, I want to concentrate really hard, and imagine yourself pushing off of the ground.
Steve squeezed his eyes shut really tight and imagined. Nothing happened for a few minutes, until-
Dust: !!!
I gasped and Mamaho laughed triumphantely. Unbelievably, Steve was hovering about two or three feet in the air. He didn't even seem to realize it.
Mamaho: Great job! Keep going!
Steve opened his eyes and looked down to see himself floating. His eyes widened and he started flailing his arms and legs like a bird that just lost its wings.
Steve: WHOA OH AH!!!
Steve fell and landed on his feet, then falling onto his ass. I laughed so hard that I fell on my back. It had indeed been a funny sight. Steve groaned and shot me a glare, which I almost didn't see because my eyes kept shutting from hysterical laughter. Mamaho turned to me.
Mamaho: Now Dust, it is your turn to attempt the ability.
I nodded slowly and closed my eyes. We went through the same procedure as Steve, and I slowly began to picture myself pushing off of the ground with my feet and flying through the air. It was then that my eyes snapped open. Mamaho mouth was in a wide, open mouthed smile.
Mamaho: Yes, YES!
I looked down and immediately freaked out. I fell down about five feet and landed hard on my knees.
Dust: Oww...
Steve: ...Mmf...Ghh...heh...HAHAHA!!
Steve had his share of laughs as I slowly got up, my knees shaking from the impact. Mamaho waited until Steve stopped laughing and I brushed myself off. He started to turn away.
Mamaho: My home will be in the clouds above your Hospital Center. When you two have taught Salem this technique and mastered it, I want the three of you to fly up to my house. We will do further training there.
Dust: ...Why can't you just train us now?
Mamaho smirked.
Mamaho: Think of it as a...test...
Steve: So, just do it like you did it? That's how we teach it to Salem?
Mamaho nodded, and then turned to us, looking very serious.
Mamaho: Now I want you boys to know that my training isn't going to be easy. I may be four feet tall, but I'm not about to let you boys get out of shape. Now I need to tell you a few things.
Dust: ...
Steve: Okay, shoot!
Mamaho: Number one: Never use your abilities to hurt those that cannot fight back against you. Such as your fellow men.
I smiled stupidly, snapped my fingers and said jokingly:
Dust: Dammit!
Mamaho continued.
Mamaho: Number two: Never tell anyone who you are. Propaganda will grow stronger during this time period, and if anyone finds out about this secret of yours, they will be able to attack you in many different ways. Your fellow man will see you as a threat.
Dust: Hmm, well I don't think anyone's really seen us yet. At least, I hope not.
Steve: Hmm...
Mamaho turned and hovered into the air.
Mamaho: Try not to take too long with the technique. I know not when Mario and Luigi will attack again. They travel well without being detected, just like the storm which brought them to this world arrived. Silent and undetected.
Mamaho flew off before we could ask him anymore questions. Steve and I practiced the flying move a bit more and fell down some more. Then we decided it was time to head home. I'd been there since five pm, and it was now eight pm.
Steve: I'm heading out. You gonna teach Salem the move?
Dust: Yeah, if he doesn't break anything.
We parted ways and I ran home, feeling partially excited and partially scared.
Dust: Man, and I always complained nothing exciting ever happened around here...