Chapter 3:

Mr. Spider-Legs

Author's Note: Yay! I got TWO reviews! This is fantastic, this is great...err...what I mean to say is...I wish people would review more! I mean, my story isn't that stupid!! My title may make it seem tacky but still...oh well. Thanks to all you terrific (two) people that gave my story a chance. This chapter is just for you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Mario...I wonder who didn't know that.

"No! Don't do it Yoshi! It's a trick Yoshi!" exclaimed the movie-hooked Princess Daisy as she gazed at the big screen in the first class section of the train. She had grown bored. The Yoshi movie, which was ironically still on, had caught her attention. She quickly figured out the story line; quickly caught on to the angst; figured out the drama of the Yoshis. She hardly noticed the sudden stop in movement until she heard a familiar voice over the intercom.

"You can now get off passengers," the voice said. "Sorry for the technical difficulties. Please enjoy your stay in Mushroom City." And as if on cue, as soon as the Toad's voice finished speaking the doors swung open.

Getting up from her seat, the surprised princess grabbed her bags and rushed out. It had taken a lot to convince everyone that she didn't need any bodyguards, but she had done it. Unlike Peach, who was constantly in danger, Daisy was never in any evil schemes; any mischievous plans...well, once she was. But that was a long time ago...back in the days when her hair was long and she was a Peach-look-alike.

She winced. She wanted to be anything but like Peach! Constantly, she'd hear comments like: "Why can't you be more like your cousin?" or something like: "Peach is so well-behaved. Why can't you be?"

Well...no one would ever be that rude to say it to her face, but like that, were heard on a usual basis. Oh how Daisy longed to hear comments like: "Why can't Peach be more like Daisy?" or "Daisy's so great, why can't Peach be more like that?" For once, SHE wanted to be the one getting the compliment, rather then the correction; the note on improvement.

Of course, she knew that would never happen. She was just as good as Princess Peach Toadstool, in her opinion, but...not in anyone else's. At least...no one else she knew.

She'd usually shrug the thought away. She didn't need to waste her time agonizing over why she couldn't be perfect like Princess Peach. Peach was boring. She wasn't. That was probably one of her only advantages....that and the fact she actually talked like a regular person.

Peach was always mindful of her speech. She followed the strict rules of etiquette. Daisy did to a certain degree as well...but not entirely. She didn't study the book.

And she certainly didn't live by it.

No, she had her horoscopes for that...sort of like how some people had their soap operas...but it was a mild obsession. Could she help it if her horoscope was always right?

Of course not. She had no control.

The princess walked off the train, struggling to keep her balance with all her bags...and her high-heels. It could be so hard sometimes not to fall flat on her face. She had before...and man, was it embarrassing or what?

Her cheeks would turn bright red at the memory. She fell on her heels right in front of EVERYONE. It was Peach's birthday party. Like she could help it if it was her first time in high-heeled shoes...

She barely made it out of the train station without dropping her bags. But as soon as she did make it out, her bags dropped all on their own. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, looking at the huge metropolis in front of her. Advertisements were everywhere. There were signs advertising drinks; Mario Kart circuits...everything and anything that regarded the paparazzi of the eventful Mushroom Kingdom...and mainly Mushroom City. There was ALWAYS something going on there.

She raised her right gloved hand, waving for a taxi. It was a bit hopeless though. Everyone had places to go; things to do. She sighed, tapping her left heel. So what if she was a bit impatient? Two hours more on the train and she would of became hysteric.

A bright yellow taxi stopped in front of her, as she quickly opened the door to get in. "Thanks," she greeted, putting her bags in before her. She suddenly gulped. It wasn't WHAT was in the taxi...it was who.

The driver, staring at her in an awkward yet surprised matter was no other then Waluigi...Luigi's odd yet...scary counterpart. Daisy had a name for him. It was Mr. Spider-Legs. His legs were long and thin; bent and scary. They nearly gave her nightmares. And the fact he wore black over-alls with them seemed to remind her all the more of freaky spiders.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing at the thoughts. "What?" Waluigi asked, clueless as always. Daisy hadn't told anyone about her little joke...no, Peach would think it was rude. She hadn't even THOUGHT of telling Mario or Luigi. She shook her head. "Nothing," she simply replied, taking a seat. "So, umm...Waluigi, right?"

His eyes narrowed. "Yeah... Where do ya want me to take ya?"

"Mushroom City V.I.P. Hotel please." Daisy couldn't help but let out another giggle. "Hey, since when did you start driving taxis, Waluigi?"

"Since I decided I needed the money." Was his shallow response. Daisy brought in the last of her suitcases and shut the door.

"Oh." She simply said.

"Yeah," he put his foot on the pedal and the car started moving. Daisy boredly stared out the window. No Yoshi movie to entertain her THIS time.

"So whatcha doin' in the Mushroom Kingdom, Daisy?"

The voice made her jump up with fright. "Oh umm..." she hesitated, looking at Waluigi in a bit of surprise. "Stuff," she said, shrugging. "Tennis tournament...all that...good...stuff."

"I didn't think YOU were in it," his voice made her want to burst out laughing once again.

"Well, I am. Are YOU in it?" she asked, trying her hardest not to laugh at 'ol Spider-Legs.

"Yeah," he simply said, shady as usual. "Winner gets a whole lot of cash..."

"So I heard. I'm only in it to see everyone again. Peach, Mario, Luigi..." she stopped on the last name. She KNEW that name annoyed him.

"What's so good 'bout that wimp?"

"I don't know. He's funny."

"Yeah, I think so. He's afraid of everything."

"That's not what I mean," Daisy impatiently tapped her orange heel up and down. "Luigi's just real...fun, you know? I love his Italian accent..."

That sparked some jealously from the driver in the front. "You love his what?"

"His accent." Daisy said again, a bit louder. "It can be so hard to understand sometimes. I like that in a man..."

He shot her an annoyed glance quickly, before turning back to focus on what was in front of him; his cheeks, meanwhile, unsuspectedly turning a bit red at the last part of Daisy's statement. "There's plenty of guys in this world that have an accent..." he let out.

"But not like his," the princess replied, with a shrug. "His is 100 percent chic and unique. I like Mario's a lot too. They're both cool."

"What 'bout mine?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It's alright." Daisy frowned; half-afraid he'd kick her out of the taxi if she gave him her real opinion.

"Only alright?"

"Well, yeah. Only alright."

"Why?"

"Because...I don't know." Daisy shrugged.

"Well maybe you should HAVE a reason."

She ignored that comment.

"Hey, look there!" she exclaimed a moment later, half-relived at the site from outside her window. "Looks like we're already there," she quickly took out her purse and tossed him some Mushroom Kingdom coins. "Keep the extra," she said, opening the door, grabbing her suitcases and running out.

Waluigi shot her a confused glance. She shut the door behind her. A moment the taxi drove off, leaving the princess behind.

She laughed. "See ya Spider-Legs," she muttered, before rushing off towards the glamorous hotel across the street.

Final Notes: Well, what do you think? Way past cool, or way past lame? Whatever you think, please review! Pretend. To. Be. Nice. About. It. If. You. Must. Just please do. Oh yes, and please forgive me for any grammar mistakes. Us writers can't catch everything.