A/N: Well these are getting harder to shove out ^^' what with school, and videogames tbh, I'm swamped. Looks like I may take longer then a week sometimes. But hey, here it is! So Bowser is obsessed with Peach and is trying to forget about Fawn. Let's see if that gets better. But more importantly, we're going back to connecting to Koopaling's; specifically Roy! Hooray! Let's see if he's just a douche :3 Oh, we also get to see what Fawn's parcel was (that I forgot to mention last chapter ^^')

Coooool123: Well, here it is finally. The plans that I had for Roy and all are FINALLY kicking in. PS again, we made him a lil similar I feel. Hope you enjoy :) and thanks for calling it realistic btw!

WhiteasSnowyhills: Weeelll he sorta does. But not really... :/ he's just being stupid lol

Angela: Thank you for your encouragement, as always XD sorry I'm late ^^'

Chapter 28: Cran

Fawn

I woke up slowly, enjoying the atmosphere with a dreary smile. I crawled out of bed and in to the shower, before rummaging through the pile of clothing from Tina that was still lying in my drawer. I recollected picking out something yellow...not that I cared in the morning.

I heard a knocking at the door, so I went to get it. On my way there, I bumped in to my nightstand, and the parcel I had brought here fell to the floor. I picked it up, vaguely securing that it was still okay. With it still in hand, I opened the door. Standing there was Junior, eager as ever. However, he had that gleam of anticipation in his eyes, waiting to put something in to play.

"Fawn!" he greeted happily.

I rubbed my eyes sleepily. "Junior...how are you?"

"Great! Come on, let's go! It's Roy's birthday today!"

My eyes widened at the rather unexpected news. His birthday's today...why didn't anyone tell me this!? I looked at the gift still in my hand. This was quite a coincidence.

Junior nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I figured I should get you for it, so the whole family could be there!"

I smiled at his kind gesture, although I was admittedly surprised by the whole situation. To be honest, this was perfect! "Um...you go on ahead, I'll be right down!"

Junior looked at me quizzically, most likely wondering what I could possibly need to do, but nodded. "Um...ok, whatever you say. See you soon!"

With that, he quickly dashed away. I rushed to the parcel to insure that it was okay. After feeling it a bit, I was content to say it had survived the voyage here unharmed.

I had a lot of extra money from babysitting, and I was forever grateful for the people paying me this sum. This is why I felt bad that people here actually hated me, like Roy. I wanted to do something to make him like me, so I started coming up with things to do to make people like you. Then I remembered; gifts! From what I've learned, gifts were a good way of both apologizing without even doing it, kindling friendships, and finding romance, all through simple materialism.

I thought of gifts to give him, when I remembered something weird about him; his sunglasses were prescription. I found out when I was poking around his room one day...I was babysitting; I needed to set a trap in his room. I figured he'd like a new pair of glasses, since I broke a pair of his from my first trap on him. Although these were a bit different then what he usually wore…

I smiled as I tucked it in to some sort of pocket, I wasn't really paying attention. I quickly made my way to the dining hall from there.

Peach

I sighed, picking at my breakfast, sitting at Bowser's right hand.

"How's the meal?" Bowser asked me.

"Fine," I answered curtly. I was irritated that he had dragged me to breakfast with him, on top of dragging me to his castle in the first place. Oh, why did I have to get in this situation again!? And just before I could throw my party…

He may've talked more, but Junior soon came bustling in.

"Junior?" Bowser inquired, now looking up from me to address his son. "Why're you so late? We already served the food."

He came to a stop at the sound of his father's voice, and stood there, fidgeting and looking behind him, like he was waiting for something. "Well...you see, since it's a special day, I went and got someone..."

"Special day?" Bowser spoke.

Before Junior could answer, Fawn rushed in too. She was wearing a sleeveless knee length cream yellow dress with a close collar line yellow petticoats. She looked quite cute in it.

As soon as Junior as he saw Fawn entered, his face broke in to a large smile, before he gestured to everyone and turned to Roy.

"Ready?" he asked. We all looked at him confused, including Fawn, not knowing what he meant. Roy obviously looked the most confused.

Suddenly Junior began to sing...well, belt. "Happy birthday to yoooooou!" he sang, barely on key.

Fawn seemed to snap out of her daze, finally understanding whatever Junior was doing, and joined him in singing. "Happy birthday to you!" she sang, her voice not nearly as bad.

What with Junior's excitement and Fawn's innocence, the two didn't realize our blatant confusion. "Happy birthday dear Roy! Happy birthday to yoooooou!" they sang to Roy.

We all looked at the duo, completely confused. There was a silence after their song, with them staring at us and especially Roy with expectation. Roy finally spoke out of all of us. "...My birthday's in two days, ya dumbass."

Junior began to frown. "Wait...what?"

Bowser sighed. "Son, you keep getting the dates confused. His birthday's on Sunday, not Friday."

Junior blinked slowly in realization. "Oh...woops."

Roy snorted. "Good goin, ya runt."

Junior pouted angrily, now facing Roy again. "Hey! At least I was nice enough to do something for you! You're lucky, cuz I'd never do that if I didn't think I had to!"

Roy scoffed and glanced at Fawn. "Yeah, thanks fo da birthday broad. She gonna pop outta a cake or somethin? Den she might be useful."

My face flushed as Bowser finally turned his malicious stare from me to Roy. "Roy, watch yourself!"

I instantly felt bad for Fawn. Is this how her 'friends' treat her!? I looked over at her, only to see her confused.

"Wait...don't we eat the cake at birthdays? Or is there something I'm forgetting...?"

Ludwig sighed in annoyance. "Impudent girl. He means to belittle you to an even lower class by degrading your womanhood and virtuousness."

She frowned still. "He did all that with cake?"

I chuckled lightly at her naive behavior, as Ludwig and Roy both rolled their eyes, and Bowser sighed. "Well Junior, you brought Fawn here for nothing."

Junior frowned, turning to Bowser. "Well, can't she eat with us anyway?"

I suddenly realized that there was a chance that Fawn would be here to eat with us. I wouldn't be alone!

I turned to Bowser with a pleading look. "Oh yes, sounds lovely! Please?"

He looked at me for a moment before sighing. "Whatever you like."

He turned to Fawn and said, "I'll get a servant to bring a chair. You can sit between Junior and Larry."

Fawn grew hesitant and shy at the proposal. I found that odd, since she apparently loved eating here. "Um...don't I ordinarily sit next to you and Junior?"

I was going to say this was a great idea, as I could move away from Bowser, but he firmly responded, "Today Peach is sitting there."

I was about to interject, but Fawn quickly and quietly said, "Okay..."

She responded fast...and she seems sad, or maybe scared. Maybe she doesn't want to talk to Bowser either right now? I'll need to check on that; maybe she's finally realizing he's bad news.

Soon Fawn had her seat and food. As we all ate, everyone engaging in different conversation, Bowser addressed me once more. "Hey Peach...I planned a day for us together. A movie and lunch..." he whispered.

I repressed a groan. Why me?

Fawn

After breakfast, Bowser finally spoke to me, to tell me to watch the kids while he hung out with Peach. It made me sad that he so blatantly disregarded me…but it was my job. I looked around the playroom. Wendy was watching her program (thank Stars one was on); Iggy was sitting in the corner, mumbling to himself; Ludwig was playing his keyboard, although the compromise was to have his headphones in them; Larry had probably found himself...tied up on the first floor; I was alternating talking to Morton and playing with Lemmy and Junior; and Roy was...not there. He must've snuck out at some point, and would most likely go to his room soon.

I got up, as I needed to set up more...disciplinary tools. "Alright you guys, I have to step out real quick. Behave, alright?"

They all groaned at my leave, but eventually grumbled in consent.

I quickly left the room to go to Roy's. I was also considering leaving my gift there for him.

I walked down Roy's pink and magenta hall, with several paintings of him that exaggerated his muscles and ferocity. However, the award he had hung up always confused me. It was some sort of writing award from his childhood or something. Like the other times I've walked through here (which I had done for the same reasons as this time), I shrugged and walked past it toward Roy's room.

I saw the door was still open, which meant my trap was still probably unused; Roy wasn't inside. I walked inside the room and looked around to see if he was there after all, just to be safe, and ensure that my trap didn't malfunction. The room, unlike the halls, seemed to suit Roy much more than his halls. His walls were blood red, speckled with several posters of punk bands, and he had a black carpet. He had a matching bed, with a weight lifting set in the corner, a closet, and a rather large desk. I had always found the desk to be rather pointless, as there wasn't much on it.

When I realized that I had beaten Roy to his room, I looked toward the desk. In a sudden impulse of curiosity, I approached the desk. I had no idea what the purpose of it was, so I wondered what was inside. I opened one of the drawers to see if there was anything even in there. All I found were a few pencils and knick knacks. Satisfied with the simplicity, I was about to close it, when my trained eye caught something.

Oh? What's this? A trap?

It wasn't a trap, but it was similar to one, and with my eye used to the object. The drawer had a detachable bottom. Not paying attention to what I was doing, letting my curious mind lead me now, I began to fumble with the edge of it for a bit, managing to lift it. I wonder why he would have something like this...

Looking at the true contents of the drawer, I saw what looked like a notebook. Raising my eyebrow, and still not thinking about how nosy I was being, I picked it up. The notebook was titled Cran, property of Roy Koopa. I found the name and possession odd, so I quickly began to leaf through the book. There was so much writing in it, and it looked like legitimate writing. What's with all this writing? What I'm reading is good…Roy's writing all this? Why…how? Roy wouldn't do that…

"Hey! What're ya doin in my room!?"

I turned to see an angry Roy enter the room. However, he made the mistake of closing the door after him, and the trap I had set up went off. A cage door, with five sturdy metal bars, fell down from the ceiling to the floor, barring anyone from leaving the room.

Roy whipped around to the door as his eyes widened and he frantically began to pull on it. "Da hell!? Aw no, no, NO!"

He took a huge breath and exhaled fire. The room heated up quickly, so in an attempt to get him to stop, I spoke feebly. "Um...the cage's indestructible...you're only wasting your own time...and your own door..."

I stopped to reflect on what I just said. I've never thought of it before, but the guards are strangely cooperative when it comes to keeping the Koopalings out of trouble...not that that's to strange though, considering what they can do.

Roy turned around to me, his face livid with anger. "Ya lil bitch...open this door or else I'll-"

He stopped mid phrase, finally seeing what I held in my hand. I think his eyes may've widened even more as he snatched it from my hand. "Whatcha think yo doin wid dat!?" he asked angrily, clutching the notebook for dear life.

I shrunk back a little, brought to reality by his angry tone, as I faintly asked, "Did you write this?"

"What!? No!" he yelled, indignant.

"Are you sure? Aren't all these writings yours? How come you named it Cran?" I asked, shoving past his response.

He began to grow nervous. "Uh...Cran? Stop sayin stupid stuff like dat, why the hell would I be somethin like dat!?" he defended quickly.

"Hm...this is a tactic," I pondered aloud. "You're playing dumb, right?"

"No I'm-"

I interrupted without realizing it. "I've heard of people giving names to their notebooks. So this is yours. You're a writer, right?"

He scoffed. "Why would I be some pansy ass author? I don't care bout dat crap!"

I frowned. "But there's proof..."

"Like what?" he asked angrily, still defensive.

I blinked, not seeing how he couldn't see it. "Well…it says 'Roy Koopa'. And it's your penmanship."

He continued to become more nervous. "So someone left it here, I dunno!"

"How would they hide it so well though?"

"Look, I ain't an author! How could I be good at crap like dat!?"

I frowned as I continued. "But I read through it a little..."

"You what!?" Roy interrupted angrily, yet fearfully almost.

I grew a little frightened, suddenly becoming more aware of how angry Roy was right now, and what he could do. "Um...yeah, I didn't get much from the little I read...but it seemed good! Good enough to be a writer..."

"Shuddup," he seethed. "I ain't an author. I don't write."

"Please tell me the truth," I insisted.

"Why are stupid girls goin through my stuff?" Roy seethed. "Why have I not kicked da crap out of you yet?" He took a menacing step forward.

I squeaked and stepped back, instantly intimidated. "No, don't!" I yelled.

In my clumsy movement, Roy's gift fell out of my pocket, and landed softly on the floor.

Roy sneered as I picked it up. "Hah, whadda we got here? Something worth takin?"

I considered not telling him, as everything I did seemed to make him angrier. But I finally just said it. "Um...a gift...for you..."

He stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Uh...what?"

I gulped. "Well...I thought maybe you wouldn't hate me so much if I got you something...and I heard your birthday is coming up, so I got you something. I was planning to leave it in here..."

Roy stared at me, almost a little dumbstruck, his angry demeanor actually gone. "Uh...okay," he finally said.

I nodded. "Right...I'll give it to you..." My brain suddenly hatched an idea. "...if you admit to being a writer."

His anger came back with a snarl. "You lil..."

"I wouldn't tell anyone! And the gift's good! I promise!"

He stared at me harshly for a bit longer before sighing. "Aight...so I do write a lil."

I smiled largely. "Thank you for admitting it..."

He suddenly grew menacing, as he growled. "Don't you dare tell anyone."

I gulped. "I won't."

He calmed, and there was a long pause, so I began to think about the situation.

I wonder why he would keep something like that hidden?

"Wad's it to ya?"

I snapped out of it and looked at Roy. I had thought aloud again. Damn! Well...I've already started, might as well ask. "Um...why hide it? You're a good writer; you could make money and be famous. So why go through so much trouble to hide it?"

"Ain't none of yo business," he muttered angrily.

"Um...I'd like it to be?" I said, truthfully yet unsurely.

He waited a bit before groaning. "I just ain't a pussy, okay? Don't want people thinkin dat I am."

I frowned, confused. "What does writing have to do with it?"

He stared at me blankly before what looked like he rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't get it."

"Well...maybe I don't. But I had a similar conversation with Lemmy. If you want to do something, do it!"

He observed me for a moment before shrugging. "It ain't easy. People make fun of writers, cuz they're mushy bitches."

"Well are you a mushy bitch?"

He eyed me for my language, but still frowned angrily. "Course not!"

"Then I don't see what the problem is."

"The problem is dat people'll think I'm like dat!" he said louder.

"But don't you not care about what people think?" I remembered.

He stopped dead in his tracks. "Uh...I uh..." he stammered. "No...I don care! I don care about what other people think!"

"Good!" I said cheerily. "It's definitely good enough! You'll do great!"

He eyed me strangely before saying, "Yeah...whateva."

He shook his head and snatched the gift from my hand. "Gimme dat! A deal's a deal."

He quickly began to unwrap the gift as I smiled nervously, hoping he'd like it.

He finally pulled out a glasses case from the shredded gift wrapping. He eyed it curiously before opening it.

"...Da hell are these?"

He pulled out a pair of pink horn rimmed glasses. They were like his ordinary sunglasses, except they were ordinary glasses.

"Um...they're glasses," I said nervously.

"Why would I need glasses?" he sneered.

"Well..." I said cautiously. "I've been in your room before...and I found an old sunglasses case saying they were prescription..."

"You went through my room before too!?"

"Well, I have to for my job! You don't listen!" I defended shyly.

His lip curled as I nervously continued. "Um...I figured you should have one pair of normal glasses...they're transition lenses, so they'll turn dark in the sun. You know, in case you need sunglasses for that reason..."

He paused for a moment, studying the glasses, before slowly saying, "They're not my style...stupid."

I sighed, forlorn and disappointed with my failure. "Oh...ok...I'm sorry that I snooped through your things..."

There was a long pause before I heard him sigh. "It's fine...the gift's okay."

I looked up and began to smile. It wasn't a lot, but even I could tell that was a lot from him. "Um...you're welcome!"

"Yeah, yeah," he said nonchalantly. "Just don't tell anyone about me," he warned.

"I won't...although I don't see what's wrong with being a skilled writer."

"Feh. Showin feelings and crap ain't as awesome as you think it is."

"How?" I asked.

"It just doesn't...dad proved that," he muttered.

I frowned. "What?"

He shook his head and said, "Nothin. Just get me outta here!" He started gesturing toward the door.

I blinked dimly before making an 'o' in realization. "Oh, sure...as long as you promise to stay either here or in the playroom."

"Wha? But-"

"Please?" I asked sweetly, hoping he would say yes.

He stared at me, now almost observing me, before groaning and looking away. I couldn't help but notice how pink his face was. Guess it's always pink.

"Fine. I'll stay here; I could work out anyway."

I smiled largely, very happy that he actually said yes. I approached him and hugged him around his shoulders. He really was like Bowser; he felt close to his strength and warmth, standing slightly taller then me. I felt him stiffen immediately. "Whaddaya think yo doin!?"

Once I realized I was hugging him, I immediately backed away. "I'm sorry...I guess that was just an impulse. I'm just happy you're staying."

He continued to observe me, before looking away. "Yeah, yeah. Get outta here, go babysit or whateva."

I smiled and thanked him once more before running off.

Maybe we're not friends...but maybe he doesn't hate me so much.

As I walked away from Roy's room, I bumped in to something rather unyielding.

"Ow..." I muttered as I fell to the floor. I looked up to see Bowser, standing there, staring off ahead.

"Bowser!" I greeted cheerfully, and also hopefully, that he'd be in more of a mood to talk to me.

He looked at me belatedly. "Oh...hello Fawn," he drawled.

Not receiving a helping claw, I got up. I observed his reflexive expression, his brows and the corners of his mouth relaxed and sinking, and he seemed almost as distant as me.

I frowned. "So um...how'd your day with Peach go?"

He took a moment to sigh. "I don't know..." he said, sounding aloof, maybe even sad. "I think she didn't have fun."

"Oh...well, what did-"

"Sorry," he interrupted, raising a claw. "But my head's a little foggy, and I've got work to do. I've got to go."

I frowned dejectedly. "Oh...okay."

"See you."

"Bye..."

With that, he took off in his direction. I sighed, also continuing toward my room. On my way there, I ran in to someone else.

I looked at the person I'd bumped shoulders with to see it was Peach. Her face lit up upon seeing me, as she quickly hugged me.

Quickly letting go, she said, "Oh Fawn! It's so great to see you!"

I cocked my head. "Why's that?"

She sighed. "I just had a miserable time with Bowser today."

I frowned. "Oh...what exactly happened?"

She groaned. "Well, first he tried to get in to my head all during lunch."

"Get in your head? How'd he do that?"

"By trying to talk to me; get closer to me," she said simply.

I realized, once again, she was just completely misjudging Bowser. My lips grew taut, wanting to frown, or maybe even curl. They wanted to lash her with the truth; of how Bowser just loved her, how she treated him so horribly, and how he was stealing his attention from me. "Well...maybe he just wanted to talk to you."

Peach shook her head and said, "I'm telling you, it's a common tactic! He'd even sneak in a few questions to find out about my kingdom!"

"Like?"

"Like, 'How's your kingdom?'"

I frowned at how that was simple small chat, but remembered that she interpreted these things far differently.

I considered questioning this, but my curiosity moved. "How was the movie?"

She groaned softly again. "Some silly romance story. I don't know what he was thinking, but I hate romances that were this cheesy."

"Well...maybe he just wanted to pick a movie you'd like, and he knew you liked romance, but he wasn't a good judge of the genre," I defended carefully.

"Why would he go through that trouble?" she countered.

I pursed my lips, desperately wanting to disprove this woman's view. "...I don't know."

She looked at me curiously before continuing. "Well, anyways, that wasn't even all! He also kept touching me during the whole thing!"

This made me very irritated. I was pretty sure it was just because she didn't appreciate his love for her...and his warm touch. "How?" I ended up asking.

"Brushing hands, arms, and legs." She shrugged. "It wasn't much, but it was from him..."

"Well...maybe he just wanted to touch you."

She looked at me quizzically. "Why would he want to do that?"

I blinked. "...I don't know."

She leaned in and whispered, "Maybe it wouldn't be happen if he didn't take so much space."

I pulled away, irritated. Not only was this girl unappreciative of his love and touch, but she also bad mouthed him. Peach was kind, and she was my good friend...but her taking Bowser's attention from me, and making suffer was to much. I wanted to tell her she was completely wrong, and that she should go and love and appreciate him as the only girl that could.

But I kept my lips fast for now.

So, things with Bowser did not get better. If anything, things are getting worse, cuz Peach is being stupid too lol I feel as though I'm making Fawn a little Mary Sueish in the sense that she's doing now wrong really. So I'll fix that somehow :3

But hey, Roy seems nicer now! He writes; how bout that! And he turns pink. Wonder why, lololol. Hope one of the biggest Roy fan I know enjoyed it :) I was considering giving him a scene to reflect and write at the end of the chapter, but I ran out of time, believe it or not. So I'll include it next chapter, since it's prob short anyway.

Next time, shit hits the fan a little bit, and things are said. So look forward to next time! Alright, see ya