Ooh, boy here we go. Okay, um...Sorry? C: *gets hit by a brick* Ow.
Alright, for real, I apologize for not updating sinnnccee April Fool's, which is a really, really unfair chapter to not update after, but I have a reason. And good news/bad news.
The bad news is that I have technically lost interest in this story. Creating and uploading this story on the spot was a baaaaad idea. Super bad. The moments were cute and all, but it was horribly paced, and the dialogue I used protrayed something I didn't want to. I've been putting off writing but it wasn't fun anymore. Figuring things out as I went along wasn't satisfying. My original plan was just a simple open and close story, but it can be so much more than that.
However! The good news! I will NOT be abandoning this story! What I AM going to be doing is touching up and editing the previous chapters. This will be a much bigger story then originally planned. It'll be more organized and more detailed as a result. I'll be able to tell the story I want to and do it justice!
There's a lot that's going to happen, but I do believe it'll be well worth the wait. Overall, this will be a vast improvement for the story I want to tell, and hope you guys do too.
I will be uploading the very heavily edited and rewritten first chapter very, very soon. Like tomorrow-most-likely-or-maybe-even-later-on-if-I-finish-it-and-you-guys-really-want-me-to soon.
If you want a copy of the fanfiction and its chapters, either save it now or PM me and I shall send you the chapters. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me either. My profile has updates so check that out.
Also, as a farewell gift to the old concept story, (even the planned ending I had was different!) I leave the non-April Fool's, unfinished, 'next' chapter for you guys until I finish updating things. I even left the original Author's note...how sad but sweet. :)
(You could tell how much I didn't want to write this story anymore, lol... I absolutely LOVED writing the April First Chapter, though, trust me.)
Also, not sure if there's any fans here of my other, long-neglected story, Paper Partners but I do plan to lightly edit and continue that too. I'm currently working on the next chapter.
First chapter is now updated! Check it out! :D
Enjoy!
WOW. Okay. I did want to upload much faster than this, but sooo many problems. Like no internet. And still no internet, actually! I have to type this on my phone, which isn't the worst, but is more of a hassle. Anything for MetaGala, though!
Thanks for pointing out that mistake, Kitzykat! My editor did notice a while after I uploaded but I've been forgetting to fix it. It'll be done...pretty soon, lol.
Also, hope you guys enjoyed that April Fool's joke~ It was extremely fun to write. I hope you guys weren't too disappointed to find it wasn't a real chapter and enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now onto the chapter~!
Groggily, Meta Knight woke up from that... strange dream. Sitting up, he looked around the room.
The pills had affected him strangely this time. Perhaps he just needed to eat something, perferably a sweet He sighed. The chance of something worthwhile like that here was slim, so he might as well just wait until they returned to Popstar.
He groaned and stretched his arms. Not too far, arching his back too much would still irritate the wound.
At least I slept comfortably, Meta Knight thought, but quickly realized that, I slept comfortably because Galacta Knight ripped the seat from my ship. Ugh...
Before dwelling too much on that thought, Meta Knight shifted to get ready to stand. He would have to find something filling to eat. He hesitated slightly, a bit off put by the strange deja vu he was having. Was it something he dreamt...?
Luckily, at that moment, Galacta Knight arrived flapping onto the windowsill and stomped down to the floor before straightening up. He glared over at Meta Knight, staring hard for a few seconds.
"Good, you're awake," Galacta said, beginning to walk over with a large platter at hand. It had a silver cover over it. "Hold this."
As he handed the large, round plate over, Meta Knight held out his hands to grab it. He lifted up the dome a crack to peek inside. Instantly, the hot, delicious smell of a mix of different foods hit him. Surprised, he took the cover off and peered down at the variations of food- a large roasted fowl, several sandwiches, fruits, corn, mashed potatoes, bread rolls- so many things! - but he couldn't help but wonder one thing.
"Very great, but where did you-?" He began to question, but he stopped when Galacta Knight held up a hand to cut him off.
"Just hold it."
Meta Knight did so, a bit too distracted with his grumbling stomach and the delicious looking food to complain too much. Galacta walked past him as he contined to stare down at the food.
The warrior walked to the far end of the room, looking around. There had to be something that can be used as a table. Seeing several crates, he walked to them and looked over the bunch.
Splintery. Really old. Why did that look sunken in-?
Then, he saw the longest one there. Making his way over to it, Galacta examined it closely and gave a solid pat on the wooden box with a thunk.
"Great," he nodded with a mumble, turning his head. Now is there something like a tablecloth?
Noticing a pile of white cloth on top of a flat machine a few yards away.
He then noticed a pile of cloth a few yards away. There we go, he thought, walking over to it.
Galacta grabbed a handful and lifted it high, separating one from the rest. Spreading it out, he gauged the size of it. He guessed it was about the size of the crate he chose.
The warrior began to shake out the fabric but the dust gathered on it started to spread, quickly surrounding him.
With several coughs, Galacta stopped moving the cloth, and frowned at it.
We'll eat without a tablecloth then.
He bundled up the white fabric and tossed it somewhere further into the room. Turning back to the crate, he tilted it to match the direction he was going in and started to push it toward where Meta Knight sat impatiently with the food.
The sound of the sliding wood on the floor made said knight turn to Galacta's direction when he was near enough. He didn't say a word until the long crate was pushed straight in front of him, long-ways, like a table.
Looking at the old box in slight distaste, he brushed off a small area in front of him before setting down the platter. He was so used to actual clean surfaces back on the Halberd, but he was hungry at the moment. Cleanliness would have to wait.
Galacta Knight sat on the other side of the crate, in front of him. As soon as he put the dish down, the pink fighter grabbed the handle and threw it behind himself carelessly with a loud, lingering clatter.
"I'm starving," Galacta declared, taking off his mask and letting it fall as he began to dig into the feast.
Meta Knight blinked as the warrior across from him immediately grabbed a sandwich and ate it in two bites. Then, as he swallowed that, he tore off a leg from the roasted bird.
"...Was there nothing to drink, wherever you obtained this from?"
"No," Galacta answered briefly before biting into the meat.
Oh. Oh well, he supposed. He could do without that until next time...
"Anything...sweet?" Meta Knight tried.
Looking up, Galacta seemed to glare at him.
It probably was a bad idea to mention, considering the parfait incident and all, even if it was the other's fault entirely.
"Never mind," Meta Knight said quickly, gazing at the food.
He was still hungry after all, so the sugar could wait. Besides, it wasn't as if anything could come close to subsituting his own perfected dessert.
Grabbing a piece of corn, the knight bit into the vegetable and quickly finished it off. The sweet taste of it mixed well with the butter and pepper for the seasoning.
Nova, he had been so hungry.
Picking up a sandwich next, he ate more carelessly, only paying slight attention to the flavor. After polishing off that sandwich and a second one, Meta Knight picked up an apple and took a bite. It was only then he looked up to the other Star Warrior in front of him, who was just as focused on his food.
Oh. Should he try to make conversation? He could obviously still manage to eat, but the hunger pangs weren't so bad now. Though at the fast rate Galacta Knight ate at, Meta Knight doubted he would even pay mind.
The bluenette munched on the apple absent mindedly, still staring at the man across from him.
Sensing the gaze, Galacta looked up again. "What?" He asked after swallowing the second roll he had. "Have something to say?"
"Not in particular," Meta Knight responded after a brief pause in surprise. He set down the apple and looked down at the food. Glancing at the mashed potatoes, he added, "Just...were there also no spoons?"
Galacta stared at him for a few seconds. "You don't need spoons. Use the rolls."
As if to show what he meant, Galacta grabbed another piece of bread, scooped up a hefty portion of the potatoes and stuffed it in his mouth. "See?" He said, muffled.
Meta Knight watched as the side dish was nearly depleted easily. "Hey, save me some."
"There's plenty left." Galacta gestured to the entire dish.
"Of other foods, but not the potatoes..."
The warrior looked over the remains of it. "Bat, just eat!"
"Hmn. I will. But you ate all the mashed potatoes."
"Well," Galacta Knight let out a short laugh, "I do deserve more of it. I was the one who got all of this food, after all. You slept in."
Meta Knight's eyes flashed red briefly, which caught Galacta's attention. "Only because of the painkillers."
"Yes. You got injured by that robot."
"Because you abandoned me to battle it alone." Meta Knight said stiffly.
"I left you," Galacta seethed, "because you brought up the crystal!"
"You were not cooperating," Meta Knight reminded him.
The horned warrior gripped the edges of the crate in frustration. "If you weren't so demanding and full of yourself..." he trailed off in that sentence, rage in his eyes.
Taking note of Galacta Knight's clutch of the makeshift table, Meta Knight returned his eyes to meet his. Despite the situation he would not back down. "I am trying to help you stay out of your prison. If you would just listen to what I say without causing problems everywhere you go-"
Galacta bolted up and grabbed Meta Knight's shirt, pulling him close. "Stop fucking looking down on me. I'm not a child." He snarled.
In response, Meta Knight firmly laid a hand on top Galacta's. "Let go of me." He ordered. "I will fight you if I have to."
There was a pause, and Meta Knight's hard stare bore into Galacta's eyes, which were just as focused and intent as his were. They brightened up dangerously at the prospect of a fight, no doubt itching for another battle since his previous loss.
Galacta Knight narrowed his eyes at him then. No matter how much he wanted to get his hands on him, there were no blades, or lances, nor a proper battlefield. He only had his shield. It'd be a waste to fight like this.
Besides, I can't fight an injured Bat.
"...I'm not going to fight you. There's nothing around, and you're too weak."
Meta Knight's hand tightened on his.