Heeellloooo.

I've decided yet another thing I'm gonna do. I'm just going to tweak chapter details here and there rather than just rewrite the entire thing... It's probably for the best anyway since I have been told it'll just prolong the fanfiction getting updated and there's so much I want to write out. So here we are~ a few months later and inspired once more! I'm going to try being more consistent with my schedule. I've got a plan! ...But still, please don't be impatient with my updates. I love writing with a passion, and I want to bring my best.

And to ImSpiderman: Yep! And I still plan to hold to not abandoning this story! I love it too much!

Nope not at aaaalll...! *shifty eyes* And same thing. It was just fun to be outrageous. And glad you enjoy both! I'll give you and everyone a heads up when I do update/tweak a chapter.

He is very high maintenance, yes. My editor was very glad someone noticed how difficult he was being too! They might have a difficult time forgiving each other for anything.

And now here's the second half of the chapter. :) *waves flag*

Looking at the other winged warrior with a dangerously low glare for a few seconds, Meta Knight gathered his angered thoughts only briefly.

"I am not weak," he started, tone completely even, though his venomous rage bubbled beneath. "I've gone through my share of ordeals, which includes beating you soundly."

"So what?" Galacta spat back. "If we fight now I'd crush you. But that's not how I plan to win my title back."

"..." Meta Knight returned his intense stare to the warrior.

You'll never win it back. I'll keep the title as my own until I die.

Those words almost left his mouth before he considered the worth of their outcome.

The Knight held his tongue and instead shoved Galacta's arm away from him, also breaking apart his grip on his shirt as he stepped back to sit down.

Galacta blinked as he did, staring as red eyes slowly turned to an orange shade.

"Let's drop the subject." The Bat suggested shortly, staring down at the tray without losing a trace of anger in either voice or look.

"Fuck. That." The pink haired warrior said. "Say what the fuck you were thinking."

Without missing a beat, Meta Knight gave his response. "I think it wise that we sweep our problems with each other under the rug and continue on with the mission."

"So that you can keep weaseling away after pissing me off?! How are we supposed to continue on with what-the-fuck-ever if we keep fighting every five minutes?!"

Meta Knight stared past the food. There was a point there, he begrudgingly admitted. All the hindrances so far was a result of Galacta's... their abrasiveness toward the other. But what could be said that can make all of their dislike of the other disappear?

"So? Are you gonna tell me what you wanted to or what?" Galacta continued to demand seriously, staring down at him.

Meta Knight looked up now, eyes unknowingly flashing a green briefly, which the pink warrior noted.

"Our fights are taxing. My time is valuable since I need to aid Popstar, and you keep wasting it. You complain about every little thing and don't appreciate what I'm trying to do for you. You're somehow unable or refusing to see the bigger picture and care only about yourself."

Miraculously, Galacta stayed quiet throughout Meta Knight's spiel. However, as soon as he finished, the horned warrior began.

"I waste your time? You keep lecturing about nothing and whining over sugar. And you're one to talk about complaining and being ungrateful! I saved you, bandaged you up, made sure you were comfortable, brought you food... and you still refuse to give anything more than a drug-induced thanks for everything! I thought you claimed to be noble, and you're being anything but. Keeping things to yourself is stupid too."

"All of those things are to be expected since we're on a mission together as allies," Meta Knight began after a brief pause, "Though, perhaps I haven't been the most fair... But I have no need to have no filter for my thoughts. You have no need to know all I'm thinking."

"If we're 'allies,' as you called it, doesn't there need to be more trust?"

Meta Knight gave a longer pause than before. "I'll admit to that. But how can I not be wary when at every corner you want to battle? We've fought to the death twice. You've attacked me on my own ship. You've threatened one of my workers, and I'm sure you wouldn't hesitate to do so again. You left me on my own. You seem to be so obsessed with reobtaining your title, that you see me as little more than an obstacle rather than someone who's given you a chance to escape that prison."

The winged warrior stared coldly now.

Obsession. Your title. Prison.

"I was locked away for that title. It was all I had. And you just wished for it."

"I wished to fight for the title, and I earned it."

"And you don't care about it! We were fighting for it a second time until we got interrupted, and since then you've been ignoring it like everything else that's bothering you!"

"There is a time and place for everything. The title shouldn't be a main focus here."

"Don't act like you're the rational one here. Just two minutes ago you were raring to fight without even a weapon at your side."

The harsh reminder that Galaxia was still somewhere out there made Meta Knight clench his fist.

Galacta continued. "And you challenged me in the first place. How is that fucking rational.

"And the title is everything to me. It was my entire life. What I obsessed for before and after I was sealed in the crystal. What I went mad for. And you dare say it isn't the main focus?"

Silence hung between them as Meta Knight mused on his words carefully.

"This mission is supposed to be about Popstar. The title...should be pushed back." he paused, only hesitating briefly, "For now, at least."

The implication of his words resonated loudly.

Galacta stared back at him for several seconds.

A promised fight...

As if sensing his thoughts, Meta Knight gave a slight nod to confirm the proposal.

The white-winged star warrior kept the intent stare before turning his gaze downward.

A thrilling rematch...!

Galacta narrowed his eyes, a spike of eager ferocity arising.

And he can't be lying. He's too honorable.

Looking back up to reconnect the stare, Meta Knight's eyes remained as serious.

But at the same time...

Get your title back.

He couldn't think of what to say to seal the promise of another brutal, long-lasting battle in the near future between the two of them, nor could even express how he felt.

Galacta took a step back and knelt to sit down at the 'table' once more as well.

A strange feeling clung onto the both of them for several minutes.

After this mission, after Galacta was truly free from his prison and Meta Knight improved Popstar's defenses from what information he learned, a battle would be held.

With that in mind, Galacta absentmindedly grabbed the nearest food item near him and began to eat again.

Meta Knight shifted on the seat and leaned over to grab a roll, picked up some mashed potatoes with it, and took a bite.

"It's cold." he said a bit stiffly.

Galacta blinked as he broke out of his thoughts. Was he really...?

Whether it was intended to be a joke or not, Galacta laughed.