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Cut to Marth, now trudgeing through the forest that was found on the other side of the
wasted battlefield. How could he let this happen? And to someone he had only barely known...
The pain from Fox was surely not to go away very quickly, but Marth knew what he had to do to
rid himself of the weight upon his heart. Still heading through the forest, he had suddenly felt an
ominous presence following him. It was small, he though, nothing more then a basic Primid. He
continued forward through the brush, but stopped again, only after a few feet. The force seemed
to multiply, if not triple in stregnth. He looked up, and met eyes with what had to be hundreds of
basic gunner Primids, all aiming for his location. Quickly, he scanned the tree, desperate to find
some trace of pink. With a sigh of relief, he could not see anything but the basic, dull green of the
Primids. Drawing his sword in a relieved, yet annoyed fashion, he lunged into the tree and began
his daily "training".
Cut back to Wolf, left alone in the corridors of the castle, a small fox and bird at his feet.
Wolf had always felt resentment towards Fox and his crew, and had longed for the day that the
hero was in such a state of helplessness. But, for some reason, Wolf could not bear to bring his
foot down upon his greatest foe. He stood frozen, staring down at the small baby fox, wanting to
be carried. "Uhh...I'm not...let me find that guy-" Stepping slowly away from the fox and the
bird, who was now rolling on the carpet, dirtying his feathers up with dust and stone, he
proceeded to enter the great hallway that Ike had descended from only a few hours ago. However,
it wasn't after five or six steps that he had heard loud crying coming from the main corridor.
Bursting the doors open, he drew his blaster, aiming it for anyone or anything that was different
in the corridor. ...There was nothing.
The little fox was crying and screaming as loud as his little voice could. Wolf, feeling that
he could not leave the "children" alone, walked over to the small crying Fox. He bent down and
picked Fox up, able to carry his tiny body in one paw. "Well, now. Are you alright, little one?"
Fox sniffled and balled up in Wolf's arms. "Come now, where is your mother?" Wolf was trying
to be as patient as he could with his changed enemy, but every time he leaned his head closer to
Fox, Fox's little paw always found his nose. Struggling not to leave the fox behind, he made his
way over to Falco, who was still finding enjoyment in rolling on the dirty carpet. Scooping him
up as well, he fit both babies in both of his arms and speedily made his way through the castle,
hoping to find that man that pointed him towards his "children" in the first place.
Marth sheathed his blade and observed the carnage of the battle. Trees had been blown
apart and slashed to pieces. He had not felt the sting of a single shot. Smiling proudly at his
achievement, he continued to make his way through the forest. Only a few more steps away from
the scene of his last battle, he stopped again. This time, a scary thought came into his mind. What
if..., he thought, What if Fox could not be brought back to his former age? Marth paused and
pondered this situation. He pictured waking up in the middle of the night because Fox had a bad
dream...He pictured feeding Falco a plate of fresh pasta...And he grimaced at the thought of
changing a diaper. His moment of thought interrupted by his own remembrance of his own
mission, he pressed the thoughts of fatherhood to the back of his mind.
Wolf grew exhausted. His arms were getting tired from holding up Fox and Falco. He
slowed his pace as he traversed the huge castle, coming to a sudden stop. Placing both the
children down, he leaned up against an ancient wall to catch his breath. How the hell big is this
place? He asked himself quietly. He looked up to the ceiling, closing his eyes to relax his lungs
and heaving chest. However, his moment of silence was interrupted as Falco found it funny to
jump and sit upon Wolf's chest. Wolf coughed, the air forced uncomfortably out of him. "Why
you..." he started, but stopped. The little bird looked up at him with such innocent eyes, his face
in a what-did-I-do look. Wolf stared down at the bird for only a moment more, his heart
momentarily melted by the little one, then turned away, his tough-guy charade losing it's control
over him.
Wolf sighed; he was already getting softened by the babies. Carefully, he scooped both of
them up into his arms again and ran back the way he came through the large confusing castle.
However, this time, before he could make it all the way back, both Fox and Falco began crying
loudly. Wolf stopped so abruptly, he thought Falco might have slipped and fell onto the hardened
floor. He sat down with them again, trying to cover their mouths to stop the insufferable crying.
It was then that Wolf understood what they were crying about. He, himself, smelled food.
Picking up the two children again, he followed the scent of fresh bread and something that
smelled an awful lot like applesauce to what appeared to be the kitchen.
It was a fashionable room, lit only by two small torches on the walls. Knives and blades
that seemed too over unnecessarily large to cut meat hung from the walls. Wolf lay the two
children on an empty table on the side of the room opposite the knives. But, as he walked to a
huge corridor that seemed to be filled with every delectable Oder his nose had ever sniffed, he
paused, frozen in thought. Why was he helping his enemy? Why was he about to FEED the two
people who had tried to kill him before? He looked carefully at the wall of knives. He rubbed his
eyes, then looked at them again. He was sure that before, he had seen Fox, Falco, and himself
together as one reflected in the steel of the knife. There was no way...he must just be too tired. He
made his way into the hallway and searched through the numerous jars and pots for something
for the two children to eat. Sure enough, not too far into the hall, a large pot that had been sealed
bore the word "Applesauce" on the side. He was certain that Fox and Falco coud eat something
as soft as this. Lugging the huge jar back to Where he had put Fox and Falco, he had nearly
dropped it upon noticing that both of them were no longer upon the table, but somehow had
made their way over near the door to the kitchen. "Get away from there!" He yelled loudly at the
babies, who after turning to him and hearing themselves be scolded, burst again into tears. Wolf
twitched. Surely, they would tire themselves out by all this crying...
Picking them both up again, he set them upon the table next to the jar of applesauce.
Taking a spoon that had been conveniently placed upon another table nearby, he dipped it into
the applesauce and scooped out some. It had a heavenly aroma, almost too good for the children,
Wolf thought. He picked up Fox and placed the spoon near Fox's mouth, however, Fox refused,
for some unknown reason to open up. Wolf sighed, staring at the ceiling. "Please don't make me
do it...Please..." He was almost begging the little fox, who's paws were now crossed in a pouting
motion, to open his mouth. Wolf was near about to cry as hard as the two brats. Setting Fox
down upon the table again, he made a whiling motion with his arm. "Here comes the train..." he
said with as much detest as possible. Fox clapped and smiled, apparently even at his young age,
knowing what a train was. He happily accepted the applesauce and slurped it down quickly. The
foxes eyes seemed to light up with astonishment at the wonderful taste of the snack. Wolf dipped
the spoon in again, but this time did not have to worry about Fox not wanting to eat. His tiny
little paw clutched onto Wolf's as Wolf neared the spoon towards him, inserting the full thing
into his mouth and swallowing it with great pleasure. After a few more spoonful's Fox had
stopped eating, pushing the spoon away and laying back on the table, looking almost defeated,
yet content with the fullness of his belly. Wolf dipped the spoon in again and moved towards
Falco, who, by now, was near begging for the treat Fox had gotten so much of. But, as Wolf
neared the spoon and Falco saw what it looked like, he pushed the spoon away, knocking it's
contents onto the floor. Wolf's patience was running thin. He grimaced, dipping the spoon into
the sauce again and making his way back over to Falco. "Here comes-" but he could not finish
his horrid statement. The little bird already, again, pushed the spoon away. Wolf, sighing heavily,
spoke aloud his resentment for this procedure, "Is this really what parenting was like?" Turning
back to Falco with another spoonful, he nearly gasped. Falco had crawled to the edge of the table
and was nearing the edge. Wolf froze; his pulse pounding in his throat. This was his test, he
thought, was he really going to hold his grudge towards Fox against them as children? Wolf's
face went dark as Falco suddenly tumbled over the edge.
Time seemed to slow as Falco began his descent onto the floor. Wolf watched, his eyes
ever glued to Falco's face, now full of astonishment and fear. That same face had looked up at
him sweetly, accepting him into his life as a protector; a parent figure. Wolf had never, and
probably would never, feel so warm again. In that moment, Wolf sprang forward, using his
animalistic speed to catch Falco in mid-air, then, roll himself over to prevent the bird from
getting hurt. They slid along the stone floor until Wolf's head collided with the edge of what
appeared to be a huge stove. Massaging the spot of the impact, he moved his head up to check on
Falco, his face, again, giving Wolf the same look as before. Wolf chuckled, the lillt bird resint
slightly against his chest. "Do a barrel roll..."
It was only a matter of minutes after the fiasco in the kitchen before both of the children
had fallen completely asleep. Wolf had made it back to where both he and Fox had left their
crafts. With a small jar of applesauce tied around his waist, opened the hood of the vehicle and
lowered himself in, placing the two sleeping children upon his lap. Starting the ship, he
maneuvered his body around to accurately make it comfortable for them as well as himself. They
felt so warm laying against his lap... But Wolf had more important things to do besides enjoy this
moment of peace. Grabbing his controls, he drove his ship for the location of a town; any town
nearby. He had only remembered after Falco's near accident that, no matter who they were
before, they were only babies now.