Author's note: Woo! Chapter 2 is here! Now I'm not sure how the whole reviewer reply thing works, since I had went on an old-age hiatus before that dreaded thing was invented, so I'll just thank you all for your nice reviews. And a special thanks to Byoshi (I still can't believe I managed to catch the eye of my fav author ZOMG!! -bows down-) for pointing out my simple grammar and spelling errors that computers look over, I think I managed to clean most of them up this time :D Oh and Mimi-sama, you're right, that was a nekoyasha reference.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respectful owners.
Roy stared up at his mother; mouth still agape in shock. 'What the hell is she doing here?!'
His mother stared back at him looking equally confused. She thought of over millions of things to say but her mouth would just open and then close, as if it had been disconnected to her voice.
Falco irritably tapped his foot in impatience as he watched the swordswoman stare at the gapping young redhead. He raised a brow in curiosity as to why his so-called Assist Trophy was just standing there silently participating in a gawking contest.
Now, Falco is a lot of things, but he has never been a patient avian. But he had to admit, he put up with loads of crap in his line of work; ranging from Peppy the old hare constantly barking orders at him; Fox calling him reckless and overly cocky; monitoring annoying Slippy and his usefulness – or lack thereof; to putting up with Krystal being Peppy's replacement on Star Fox. Sure he would protest, complain and struggle for his way, but in the end Falco learned to suck it up and deal with whatever situation it was. He may be an arrogant, sarcastic, cocky, impatient, pain in the ass, but he was tolerant.
However, this just wasn't Falco's week. His tolerance was already completely occupied by putting up with stupid Roy, getting kicked out of top tier, and Wolf's wonderful addition. His already thin patience had disappeared ages ago too. And to make matters worse, there was absolutely one thing Falco despised and couldn't tolerate no matter how much he tried: Being blatantly ignored in a match.
"Hey!" He called to the two humans. The green-haired woman turned around and stared at the avian. "Don't just stand there!" She blinked at him; Falco felt his blood begin to boil. "Do something assistance worthy!" Falco shouted to the woman through a clenched beak while trying to get control of his violent temper that was causing him to shake with rage.
"Oh, right," the older woman softly mumbled to herself. She nearly forgot why she was there in the first place. She turned to Roy and gave him a small nod. "Sorry Roy, if you'll excuse me for just a moment."
Roy tried to protest but all his words rammed into each other and everything came out like a garbled unintelligible mess. Without a second glance at her son, Lyn vanished from the battlefield. Roy immediately shut his eyes and braced himself for whatever attack he was going to receive and prepared himself to face his future humiliation. 'This is just perfect, being KO'ed by my own mother; I'm going to be the biggest laughingstock ever.'
But nothing happened. He waited and waited and waited, but he felt nothing. Slowly he lifted one eyelid and immediately shut it when he saw his mother calmly standing in front of him with her lips pursed and her hands on her hips.
"Oh Roy, you can open your eyes now. I already took care of him."
"Huh?" Roy opened his eyes in confusion. 'Took care of who?' He peered over his mother's shoulder and realized Falco was missing. Roy panicked and he desperately scanned the sky for the arena for the ill-tempered avian. He spied the bird who was trying to recover back on the stage and Roy's jaw dropped.
Then he panicked, "MOM WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO ATTACK THE ONE WHO SUMMONED YOU!" The redhead screeched and proceeded to scamper around the arena in fear. "NOW FALCO'S REALLY GONNA KILL ME!"
Falco managed to grab the edge of the stage and when he scrambled back to his feet Roy ran up to him, clung to his legs, and began to grovel at his feet begging for mercy.
Lyn pinched the bridge of her nose looking highly irritated. "Roy, what do you think you're doing?"
"Begging for my life! And yours too!" He cried before turning back to the avian. "Please forgive her; she doesn't know what she's doing." All he received was a sneer and a kick in response.
"Get offa me!"
"Roy, leave that young man – I mean, bird... err… bird-like-man alone!"
"I'm trying to save our lives here!"
"Don't you take that tone of voice with me young man!"
"LISTEN TO THAT HARPY OF A WOMAN AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
"Hey! Don't insult my mother!"
…And thus the screaming match continued until Falco had successfully pried Roy away from his legs and shouted in his very colorful vocabulary that he had surrendered. A thoroughly embarrassed Lyn dragged Roy off with a rough scolding, while Roy just wanted nothing more than to go find the nearest cliff, jump off it, and somehow manage to impale himself with his own sword upon impact.
"Roy, you're chewing again," Marth pointed out for the umpteenth time that day.
Link sighed, "Really, you need to relax, and it's not that bad."
Roy stopped chewing on the inside of his cheek and wrinkled his nose. It was an annoying nervous habit of his. He inaudibly cursed Marth and Link for knowing him so well.
The redhead looked over at Lyn who seemed to have been somewhat the center of attention since she made her arrival known. Zelda, Peach, and Samus immediately flocked to the female swordswoman and the four women were talking amongst themselves, and going into fits of hearty laughter every once in a while.
"I'm not nervous!" Roy snapped at the older swordsmen.
"So I take it you like to eat the inside of your mouth then?" Ike chuckled in response.
Roy opened his mouth, ready to make some immature and obscene comment but quickly stopped himself. His mother was a mere few meters away, if she heard him utter such unclean words in her presence, she'd have his head. Instead the young boy resigned to his fate and continued to chew on his cheek while mentally stabbing Ike.
Captain Falcon entered the hall and whistled. "So that's your mother, eh Roy my boy?" Falcon commented as he gently elbowed the young swordsman. Roy only chewed more vigorously in response. "She's definitely the hottest mother I've ever seen."
With lightning fast reflexes, Roy drew his sword and threateningly held it up against the racer's neck. Captain Falcon raised his hands to show he meant no harm. "Easy, easy there now. I'm just noting that your mother is very attractive," He gulped when Roy refused to sheath his sword and continued. "I, Captain Falcon, am an honorable man who understands your mother is off limits and I have no intentions whatsoever as to so much as even try to lay a hand on Lady Lyn." Roy silently glared at him before putting his sword away and crossing his arms.
Falcon sighed with relief, "You had me scared for a second there Roy," He chuckled as he entertained the thought of Roy murdering him. "Besides, no worries, I've had my eye on Sammy for quite awhile now, and I think she's finally warming up to me!
"What could have possibly given you that idea?" Marth asked sarcastically. Not that he cared or anything, he was just bored and wanted to see what new and amusing theory the racer had come up with that 'proved' Samus liked him.
"Watch and learn Mr. Perfect," Captain Falcon said with a proud smile etched onto his face. "Hey Samus!" He greeted the bounty hunter across the hall with a giant wave.
Samus flinched and turned around; she returned his greeting with a slow awkward wave and an embarrassed half-cringe/half-smile.
Captain Falcon turned to Marth with a look of satisfaction. Marth blinked and scratched his neck. "Alright, so I watched, when do I start learning?"
Falcon frowned at the Altean prince, "What, you didn't see? She actually waved back! At first she would point her blaster at me if I dare spoke to her, then I moved up to being ignored, and now she actually acknowledges me in a non-hateful manner."
"Wow," Ike replied in complete monotone, "That's amazing."
"I know, isn't it?" Falcon seemed proud of his accomplishment.
"Yeah, you sure showed us…" Marth scoffed.
"Oh, you're just jealous."
"Yes Falcon, let me tell you. It just kills me that I don't have that special nonexistent relationship you have with Samus, Oh woe is me, how ever will I sleep at night? Oh right, with my wife, Sheeda," Marth stressed to add to his mocking and insulting tone.
Sensing a verbal spat coming on, Link and Ike scooted away from the prince and the racer. Roy, who had been ignoring absolutely everything, was still fixated on his mother. Link noticed this and abruptly smacked him on the back of the head.
Roy yelped and clutched the back of his head. "What was that for?" He snapped at the blonde with a leer of annoyance.
"You act like you want to disappear off the face of the planet," Link replied. He sighed and brushed the blonde locks out of his face. "Seriously Roy, what's eating you?"
"Nothing! Why do you always think something is wrong with me?!"
"So you're telling me you obsessively stare at your mother all the time?"
"Shut up Ike, nobody asked you!" Roy snapped before turning back to Link with the most irate look he could muster.
Once more, Link sighed and tapped the side of his head. "I don't think something is bothering you Roy. I know something is, and it has to pertain to Lyn."
"Oh fine," Roy crossed his arms in defeat. He thought about what to tell Link what was grating on his nerves. Truth be told, too many things. Obvious factors like Falco wanting to smite him was big, same with what the hell was his mother even doing her, and he was surprised Master Hand hadn't murdered him or Lyn for her blatant attack against Falco. But the thing that was bothering him the most…
"I just wonder what the hell they're all so giggly about," Roy answered as he watched the four women intently. It appeared Lyn had been retelling some sort of story and the four girls erupted in bouts of laughter as she finished.
Link's jaw dropped, "That's it?"
"Yeah…"
"Are you kidding me?" Ike asked incredulously. "Well, if you wanna know, just go and find out. I mean, that can be arranged fairly easily."
"I can't just walk up there and start eavesdropping or leap into the conversation out of nowhere!" Roy pointed out.
"Why not? You do it all the time to us." Link replied.
"Yes, but this is my mother, who knows what she's talking to them about. Maybe how she met my father, or her wedding day, or… or…" Roy trailed off in and look of fear washed over his face. "What if she's talking to them about me when I was a kid?"
A devious smirk fell upon Ike's face and he glanced at Link. "Well, there's only one way to find out," He gave the blonde a small nod of understanding and he dashed off towards the small group of women. "C'mon Link, let's find out for ourselves!"
Link shrugged at Roy and chased after Ike. "Wait, what about Marth?"
"Just leave him," Ike called back. The blue-haired prince was indeed still engaged in his verbal spat with Falcon.
Roy stood there, paralyzed with shock for a moment. He shook himself out of his stiff state and gritted his teeth together in anger. "Aww c'mon! That's no fair! Some friends you are!" He yelled as he chased after them.
Author's note: Yay! Chapter two is done. Yeah, it's kinda short with it's random ending, and I apologize for that but I'm still feeling around and trying not to rush directly into anything and butcher characters as a result. I honestly don't blame you if you thought this chapter was boring or meh because I had a difficult time writing it myself.
Oh, right, the part with Captain Falcon wasn't bashing in any way, shape, or form. I was more or less making fun of the stereotype of him. Anyways, reviews and criticism are always appreciated. (-Hands out virtual cookies-)
Self-Critique: I need to find other words with the same meaning as said, replied, so on and so forth because it sounds so monotonous and basic typing said 500 times D:
Random thought of the day: Why the hell does Pit's voice get so deep when he's star KO'ed?