It was night, slightly darker than usual. No candle in the entire castle was lit that night. There was no need. Bowser was on a mission. He needed to take the princess somewhere where they would be alone, without Mario or anyone else to interfere.
The lobby of the castle was lit tremendously as Mario walked into another room, containing another painting, containing six more Stars. Soon, Mario jumped into the magical painting, and the light disappeared with him. The castle was now completely dark.
Peach was looking in her father's large mirror, smiling at herself. She had just managed to find time to take a bath and it felt so good on her dirty body. She now felt so much better, her face sparkling once again, her blue eyes and blonde hair no longer tired or greasy. She slipped into a beautiful baby blue gown and was now out on the balcony, watching the stars and the stunning full moon.
Bowser was no longer watching her every move, especially when she took her bath. He had learned that it wasn't polite. Instead, he was up on the roof of the castle, the frigid wind hitting him like million of tiny knives. He was adjusting his Flying Machine, fixing it after the terrible fall during the battle for Mushroom Kingdom. The propeller was destroyed beyond repair, yet easily replaceable.
Bowser climbed inside the machine and said a silent prayer, hoping that it still reacted to his thoughts. He imagined the Flying Machine floating a few feet above the castle roof. He felt the air whoosh past him even harder and heard the sound of the propeller swirling in circles. He smiled. It still worked.
He descended down the stairs and walked back into his Throne Room, grinning. He had a small bottle stored in his giant shell and his claws were sharper than usual. He had a plan.
It's funny how things happen in life. For example, when you know that you have to do something very important, but once you throw yourself into the situation, you find that you simply cannot go through with it. Bowser saw the princess gazing at the night sky and stopped short. Her elbow was resting on the railing of the balcony and her chin was resting on the back of a gloved hand. Her lips were curled into a smile and her eyes shimmered like one of the stars in the sky. Bowser felt many things inside of him at that moment, many of which he could not explain. One of those feelings, though, was guilt.
But he knew what had to be done. He knew what Mario would do to him if the Giga wasn't complete. He took a few awkward steps toward the princess. His tongue was feeling his enormous teeth, trying to lick off any food stuck to them. He found himself brushing his teeth lately and washing himself in the all-too small shower in the bathroom. He wasn't sure why. Maybe Peach? He didn't know.
He took a deep breath in, exhaled, and cleared his throat. He began to speak, but stumbled over his words. Thankful that the princess hadn't yet noticed his presence, he started over.
"P…Princess?" he began. Peach looked over her shoulder in surprise, her blonde hair flowing around her head. Her eyes met his and, for a moment, Bowser was too nervous to talk.
"Yes?" she asked in the sweetest of voices.
'What is wrong with me?' Bowser asked himself. 'Why can't I simply ask the princess for…How come, whenever I see her I…Why is she such a threat to me?'
"Um…I just wanted to…show you something." He said, fiddling his claws behind his mighty shell, nervously. The princess lowered her brows, suspicious, but then nodded her head slowly.
"Okaaaay…" she responded. Bowser felt sweat collecting on his face. He must've been sounding so stupid! He regained his composure and said, "Um, yes…it's right outside the window."
As the princess turned around to go back outside on the balcony to search for the mysterious "something" Bowser was going to show her, the Koopa closed his eyes and ordered his machine to fly down and land softly on the balcony. And it did just that.
Peach looked at the strange contraption, startled slightly. It was, at one point, a magnificent shade of green with hints of red and white, but the paint had since then been chipping off. She looked over her shoulder at Bowser.
"What is it?" she asked. The Koopa King walked over to the young girl and placed a scaly hand on the piece of flying metal and looked deep into the girl's eyes.
"Have you ever wanted…to fly, Princess?" he asked her. Peach was taken aback, never expecting a response like that. She didn't know how to answer the seemingly simple question.
"Well…I guess everyone has always dreamed that," she replied. "right?"
Bowser smiled at her innocence and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Would you like to fly tonight?"
The princess drew her attention away from Bowser and toward the Flying Machine. It was built for one person, but seemed big enough to hold the two of them. She just wondered what kind of trick this was. Lowering her brows again, she slowly gave her response.
"Yes."
Bowser climbed in first, and held Peach's as she slowly did the same. She felt a little uncomfortable sitting so close to her kidnapper, but she couldn't have been more excited. She was going tom fly! She tried to keep her excitement secret from Bowser, however, as to not expose a weak spot.
And, like one of the tiny shooting stars in the dark sky, they were off. The princess was stunned by the sudden rush of cold air hitting her soft, barely clothed body, but she quickly got over it. She leaned out one side of the machine and looked at the castle they were leaving. It was shrinking smaller and smaller until the dark of the night seemed to consume it. Her blonde hair blew in the night wind like a cloud of gold dust. Suddenly, she felt as if all of her worries and cares were left at the castle. She stretched out her arms and closed her eyes as she let Bowser and his Flying Machine take her away.
They flew everywhere, all the way to the edges of the Ocean of Claimed Souls. It seemed so peaceful from so high up. Bowser kept the machine suspended in the air as he and the princess gazed at the amazing view.
"I've never seen anything so beautiful." Peach said dreamily. Bowser nodded, but wasn't looking at the ocean. He was looking at the princess's face. Her skin was so smooth, her hair so soft. She was, quite literally, perfect. She looked over to the Koopa.
"So why are you doing this for me?" she asked him. Bowser choked on his words. He could feel the bottle in his shell, begging to be filled with the blood of the purest of the pure. Bowser's heart was aching and beating faster with every passing second. He closed his eyes for a moment, to gather his thoughts.
"I guess…" he started, opening his eyes. "…I guess I just wanted to make you happy." This caught the princess of guard as she began to listen to Bowser with keen ears. "It's just that…I labeled you as a sinful being because of who your father was. I'm sure you loved him very much, but…he did so many wicked things to me and my kind…treated us like animals. No, lower than animals. We were dirt to him. And after Kammy and I killed him, I simply wanted to take what was rightfully mine.
"From the moment I saw you, Princess, I knew that you were different from him. You're such an innocent soul, a harnessed soul that longs for adventure and openness…" He closed his eyes again and bowed his head.
"Like I was."
Peach looked at Bowser, curious, and then gave a slight smile. She wrapped her hands around his gigantic arm and closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Bowser." She said. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl, clinging to his arm. He saw a tear descend from her eye.
"I just wished that I could've made everything between us alright." Bowser whispered, to not disturb the princess. She gave a slight giggle.
"Don't worry, Bowser," she whispered. "You already have."
There. A little longer of a chappie. A little more romance, but no kissing or anything to make it incest for all you sickos. Please read and respond on this one. It's one of my better ones, I must admit.