A/N: I just realized I forgot to put violence in as a warning in the last chapter, so...yeah. Though Smash Bros. IS a fighting game and all, so I doubt that turns anyone off, but y'know. Heads up. Also some pretty foul language herein. Just saiyan.

DISCLAIMER: SAKURAI. NAHT ME.

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Lucas stood up and stretched his body out, still feeling stiff from his sleep. After a few seconds of that, the blonde directed his bleary gaze upwards, to see if his dark-haired companion had begun to stir yet or not. To his surprise, however, he wasn't even there.

Scratching the back of his head in mild confusion, he glanced at the clock. 10:27.

What?

Lucas was suddenly fully awake, rushing into the bathroom as fast as his legs could carry him. How is it already so late? Why didn't Ness wake me up? Oh, he would get Ness back somehow. If this made him miss an unofficial 'fun' match oh so help him God he would punch him in the face. Pulling the nearest pair of shorts on, disregarding the fact that they were probably Ness', he threw the closet door open and grabbed the first shirt his hands touched; a two-tone red shirt. Pulling it on, his expression went blank for a moment when it covered him completely. Then, his face morphed into an intense scowl, a very foreign expression on the blonde's face. Completely ignoring his hair for the first time in...well, ever, he sauntered out of the bathroom and exited the dorm, slamming the door on his way out.

On the first floor, he spotted his roommate looking at the big electronic screen that displayed all the scheduled brawls, hands on his hips and frowning. Lucas fought the urge to charge him like a bull and approached him rather calmly. When Ness noticed him, he waved a hand in greeting and smiled a bit. "Hey man, how'd you—"

He was cut off by Lucas' fist snatching the front of his shirt and jerking him forward, the blonde scowling down at him. "You," he growled, looking thoroughly pissed off, much more so than Ness had ever seen. Ever. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up this morning?"

Ness was too shocked by his actions to struggle. "Dude, I thought maybe some extra sleep would do you good," he justified, meeting Lucas' furious blue eyes with his own wide violet colored irises.

Lucas scoffed. "That's too thoughtful to be the truth," he spat, tightening his grip. "What would you have done if I'd missed a match? If I did, you better run, lest you lose a valuable limb."

Ness frowned back at him. "Don't you think I'm a little smarter than that? Your match doesn't start 'till eleven. I was just about to go and wake you up."

"I'm sure." But Lucas let him go, now more interested in the alleged forthcoming match than in the dark-haired boy. Ness straightened out his shirt, still wary of such an uncharacteristically nasty mood that Lucas was in. He was shoved none too lightly away by an impatient arm, and Lucas scanned the screen idly.

"A team stock battle, Snake and I on one team and Wolf and Samus on the other, bumpers only?" Lucas read aloud, not looking too happy with it. "That's pretty lame."

Ness rolled his eyes. "Well, how bad can it be with Snake on your team?"

"I bet I could take all three," Lucas replied, flexing his fingers.

Ness scoffed. "Yeah, right."

Lucas suddenly turned on him, and Ness felt unusually small with his fierce gaze on him. "What, you don't think so?"

"Hey, Ness, Lucas," a voice called from behind the two, walking toward them. A turn of the head by both revealed it was Ike, accompanied by Toon Link. "Good morning."

Lucas' expression softened only a fraction at the sight of Ike. "Morning."

Ness thanked the divine forces residing above for distracting the pissy blonde. "Hey guys."

"We were wondering if Lucas was up," Toon Link said, waving a hand to beckon them over. "Since you missed breakfast, Ike and I had Kirby let us into the kitchen to make an omelet. Want it?"

Lucas shot an accusing look at Ness, one that said this is your fault, ass, before nodding to the petite swordsman. "Yeah."

Ike blinked, noticing right away the absence of a thanks and the dirty look sent Ness' way. "Well, let's go then," he suggested, successfully getting Lucas to follow them to the cafeteria. "You can come too, Ness."

Ness deadpanned. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass," he declined, wanting no more of this douche-y Lucas and his overreactive anger. Joining Red and Popo in the rec room sounded like a much more pleasant option. "I'll see you guys later."

"Alright. Bye," Ike responded, more or less understanding that decision, and walked down the hall with two blondes in tow.

Meanwhile, further down the hall, a floating hand watched the event unfold before him, fingers wildly waving around. The way he was floating, one might've thought he was up to no good, but there was no telling what Crazy Hand was thinking or doing. He stayed there for a moment, observing the trio walk off from afar. "Hmm. Lucas is wearing red today..." he spoke aloud to himself, much like he usually did. Then, he suddenly snapped his fingers in realization. Turning around quickly, he darted off in the direction of the administration office, where his cousin, Master Hand, headed the entire Smash Brothers organization. "Master Hand, Master Haaaand! I have a suggestion to maaake!"

-asdfjkl;-

Lucas cracked his knuckles idly, leaning on the wall next to the challenger portals as he waited for the eleven o'clock match to begin. Snake stood next to him, getting one last cigarette in before he'd have to fight. Wolf and Samus stood on the other side of the portal, looking just as unamused.

Snake's cigarette made a small fizzling noise as the mercenary smushed it into the ashtray next to him and discarded it. "Watch out for Samus' Charge Shot," he warned the boy besides him. "Use your PSI Magnet to absorb it if she shoots at you."

"I know how to fight Samus," Lucas replied coldly, kicking off the wall and looking up at Snake with a bored look. "You just lay off the grenades, 'cause Wolf will just reflect them."

Snake arched an eyebrow at the kid's unusual harsh tone, but said nothing else as they continued to wait.

Wolf taunted at the blonde, obviously confident about the coming brawl. "What's the matter, scared?" he laughed, waving a set of claws his way haphazardly. "I'm going to wipe the floor with you, boy."

Lucas looked unaffected. "We'll see," he stated simply, earning a half-second of hesitation on the gray wolf's part.

ATTENTION: ALL SMASHERS ASSIGNED TO THE ELEVEN O'CLOCK MATCH, PLEASE ENTER NOW.

Wolf paused when Lucas approached; after Samus stepped through, he sneered at him. "Ladies first."

Lucas rolled his eyes at such a lame taunt as he stepped into the shimmering oval himself.

Since the stage had been listed as random, no one had any idea of what stage they would be duking it out on until one by one they all appeared, Lucas and Wolf on the bottom level and Snake and Samus on the upper levels. Behind them, a war seemed to rage, fiery balls flying every which way and banners flying in the air. The crowd cheered as they appeared, thousands of generic people waving and clapping their hands in excitement. A quick glance to the side told them that there were quite few Smashers watching as well; nearly twenty.

Snake grunted. "Castle Siege, huh?"

"Prepare to meet your maker, twerp!" Wolf called out, obviously referring to Lucas. The blonde did not respond. He might've had some major anger issues today, but Wolf's attempts to throw him off were just sad.

THREE.

Snake checked his guns one last time, just to be on the safe side. Samus watched him like a hawk.

TWO.

Wolf howled into the air, hopping from foot to foot in anticipation.

ONE.

Lucas flexed his fingers, adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins.

...GO!

Wolf charged the small blonde, going in with a quick lunge to the stomach. This hit Lucas, who stumbled back, flinching but otherwise not too terribly hurt. The bipedal animal grinned as Lucas kept his distance for a minute to regain his composure, firing a few shots from his blaster. The boy brought up a PSI Magnet to absorb these and heal himself a bit before charging back in at him, yelling, "PK Fire!"

The bolt exploded upon impact, the pillar of fire sending Wolf back a bit. Lucas used the knockback to his advantage, dashing up and hitting him with a chunk of PSI energy from his left hand. He managed to get in a quick jab combo too, leaving the animal frustrated and glaring on the other side of the stage.

Wolf began utilizing his speedy moves, getting in close to the blonde before slashing at him with sharp claws. Lucas took these hits, seeing past them to an opportunity. When Wolf hesitated after a string of jabs, Lucas socked him in the face, effectively pushing him back. He then gave him a quick PSI-powered slap and sent him flying off the stage with a smash from his stick. Wolf made to recover, but before he could do so, Lucas leaped off stage (earning a gasp from the audience) and used a meteor smash to KO him. Roughly half crowd began to cheer.

Lucas wiped at his brow, a cunning smile on his face. He had taken some damage, yeah, but Wolf was already down a stock. This match was theirs.

The gray canine reappeared on the blue platform above the stage with a look of rage on his face. "Oh hell no you did not!" he exclaimed furiously, unwilling to believe Lucas had just bested him almost perfectly in one-on-one combat. Lucas said nothing, merely staring up at him, daring him to move.

Wolf did so. Off the platform he came, right down to Lucas. The blonde jumped up to the platform above, where Samus was charging her Charge Shot. Wolf of course followed him, and Lucas again jumped across to the other platform, where Snake readied some grenades. Knowing Wolf's invincibility would wear off in a few seconds, Lucas unleashed another PSI-based attack. "PK Freeze!"

The blue snowflake increased in size and speed until it surrounded both bounty hunter and pilot. Wolf was convinced his invulnerability was still there and Samus was preoccupied with her Charge Shot, so when Lucas unleashed his energy, both were encased in thick sheets of ice, unable to move.

Lucas jumped down and sprinted across to underneath them, where he charged up energy once more. Snake threw his grenades and jumped over to land a kick on the two. However, when Lucas' PK Love erupted up on them, Snake was also damaged and thrown into the air along with the other two as the grenades exploded.

The mercenary landed on the other platform once more, eyes wide. "Hold on. You just hit me?"

Lucas growled. "Team Attack must be on."

Wolf looked nonplussed. "Why the hell would anyone do that?"

Lucas took the opportunity to hit him with another PK Fire. "Don't know, don't really care. You're going to be crushed either way."

Wolf yelled loudly, looking enraged as ever. "Damn it all! Since when are you such a smart ass?" he spoke as claws flashed dangerously in front of him. Lucas did not answer, instead landing two punches and shooting pastel-colored PSI polygons at his feet, knocking him away.

When Snake and Samus dropped to the first level, Lucas noticed the stage switch. They were surrounded by whirling hues of gray on all sides, the effect almost dizzying. Wolf used this to his advantage, striking the blonde once, twice, three times while he wasn't looking. Lucas swiveled around with narrowed eyes, watching him jump up in an attempt to hit him from above. The boy jumped up too, meeting him in the air and twisting his body around, releasing dozens of pentagonal PSI charges on the animal. He fell back to the ground, where a smack from his twig and a drop kick kept him at bay. Lucas heard a weird sound; a kind of silent explosion, almost, the sound that alerts you of someone's KO. Looking back, he saw Snake in the process of standing back up. That meant that everyone had now lost a stock, Lucas being the only exception.

The stage was suddenly back to normal once again, the foursome now inside a castle somewhere, with a couple statues and roughly fabricated platforms above them. It was also rather dimly lit, and while Lucas was adjusting to the lighting, Wolf came up from behind and grabbed him, pummeling him a few times before sending him skyward. Lucas, as of right now not one to be outdone, regained composure in the sky and gave Wolf a sharp kick in the head on the way down. A quickly-released PK Love managed to KO him yet again. The crown began to cheer again as he called out, "PK Thunder!" to help rack up Samus' damage as she and Snake tussled.

When he reappeared, Wolf, for once, did not use words to convey his anger. Instead, he utilized his invulnerability, dashing up to Lucas and charging up a kick that, upon contact, sent the blonde high into the air. He jumped up and hit him again, the boy's body launched even further. Before Wolf could smack him a third time, Lucas willed himself to fall away, in the other direction. What he hadn't noticed was Snake's charging bazooka. Samus made the mistake of grabbing the blonde, holding him in place as Snake had no choice but to unleash the blow. Lucas struggled furiously. "No—!"

KFFWOOM.

Lucas cursed the man as he flew into the stage's boundary, grunting loudly as he was deemed KO'd. Though Samus had been knocked out as well, Lucas swore revenge. He had been going for a perfect match!

Reappearing on the recovery platform, Lucas witnessed Wolf successfully knock Snake offstage and throw a well-aimed bumper at him, bouncing him into oblivion. He then turned and smiled cheekily at the boy, who grimaced in response. Like he'd care if Snake got KO'd. Jumping into the air, Lucas yelled once again. "PK Thunder!" The blue bolt of electricity swiveled and hit him in the backside, sending him spiraling toward Wolf at an intense velocity. He was caught in the vortex and took quite a bit of damage, knocked back a fair amount. Lucas dodged Samus' missile and kicked Wolf again, though the animal recovered afterward and shot him twice in the chest with his blaster. Snake came into the fray once more and hurled a grenade at them, a projectile which Wolf reflected with ease. While he did that, though, Lucas took the chance to get a hit in on him superbly, rearing back and toppling him over with the force of his stick swing. Wolf dodged the followup PSI smack and slashed at Lucas, combo-ing successfully.

The boy grunted and rolled back, herding him in next to Samus once again. He struck both with a swift PK Fire and got a couple hits on Samus before Snake triggered an explosive he'd planted in the spot sometime prior that hit all three. Lucas cursed. How many times did he plan to do that—damage him as well as the enemies? Oh, he was so getting it.

A bumper appeared in the air next to him where he had been launched. Grabbing it, Lucas hurled it at Samus, who was sent flying but managed to recover before she went too far, to his disdain. Wolf shot Snake twice before kicking him up into the air. Lucas took a chance and initiated another PK Freeze, apparently catching Wolf off guard when he released it. He was frozen yet again, and Lucas wasted no time in sprinting up and charging a PK Love next to him. As the casing broke, the boy let it go, and Wolf was sent dangerously close to the boundary. He tried to run past Lucas to safety, but the blonde used his handy Rope Snake to pull him back and throw him toward said boundary, where he howled as he was KO'd for the final time. Lucas grinned malevolently at the cheers he got as a result.

Spotting Samus and Snake locked in close, one-on-one combat, he saw yet another golden opportunity. He stole over to them, pulling his arms back as he focused on his next attack. Samus didn't know what hit her; she would lose in a flurry of light and sparkles as she was flung offstage by Lucas' deadly stick. As the stage began the transition to it's final form, Snake seemed to think the fight was over. But before the announcer could call game, Lucas smacked Snake too, and both Samus and the mercenary ended up crossing the boundary line at the same time. The crowd gasped at what had just happened.

GAME!

Lucas was the only one left standing, smirking at himself. And that was what happened when you knocked Lucas out due to friendly fire, accidental or not.

THE WINNER IS...RED TEAM!

-asdfjkl;-

"...I seriously cannot believe he did that!"

It had been Nana who had spoken. The smashers who had been watching the match were gathered out in the hallway, right outside the portal room. Everyone was shocked about not only the Team Attack, which was usually disabled during the just-for-fun matches, but over Lucas' ballsy and deliberate KO on Snake, just for the hell of it.

Toon Link rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, tell me about it. Never thought I'd see Lucas act like that."

"Me neither," Ness agreed. Though he'd seemed to have been in a bad and asshole-ish mood earlier (which was putting it lightly), the raven-haired boy would never have imagined Lucas doing something like that, not even in his wilder dreams.

The chatter stopped when bodies exited the portal room, and they all knew who was yelling before they'd even stepped out into sight.

"Just what the hell was that anyway, blondie?" Wolf raged, sauntering up behind Lucas, who was walking nonchalantly away, hands in his pockets. Samus and Snake each followed behind them, though they looked exasperated due to Wolf's demeanor.

The boy stopped. "Oh, that back there?" Lucas asked rhetorically. "That was me kicking your ass."

A few Smashers ooh'd. That wasn't going to go over well.

"Ass kicking? Please. You lost a stock."

"You lost to a pussy with two stocks left, Wolf."

Another set of ooh's.

"I was just going easy on you, stupid cunt."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Shut the fuck up."

Lucas sighed and resumed walking. "Is that really the best you can do? Curse at me? Well, I suppose it is. Your parents were mangy mutts, after all."

Wolf sneered. "Maybe, but at least my mother isn't a whore."

Lucas froze.

All eyes were trained on Lucas, eagerly awaiting his next move. He turned slowly, his eyes wide and his expression dangerous. "What was that about my mother?"

"You heard me."

Lucas faced him fully now. "I suggest you close your goddamn mouth before I rip it from your face."

Wolf grinned evilly and stepped closer to the blonde, nearly yelled the next insult. "Your mother is a filthy whore and the world's better off without that stupid waste of flesh."

Lucas started forward, face twisted with unearthed anger. "One more fucking word and you'll be the next to die! You don't know anything about my mom, you bastard!"

The crowd was silent, all horrified at such language from the usually innocent boy as well as the insinuation that his mother really was dead.

"Maybe not, but if she gave birth to you, the bitch is better off dead."

Wolf was subsequently punched in the face by a grossly enraged teen, and sent stumbling backwards. Everyone gasped; fighting that wasn't in a brawl was strictly forbidden, and since Lucas had initiated it, he could be in deep trouble. But that consequence was the last thing on his mind as Lucas sent a foot into the animal's ribcage, causing him to grunt and making a sickening crunch sound. He took great satisfaction from the sound of the other's suffering.

The boy pinned him to the adjacent wall, punching him repeatedly in the face. "You—will not—talk shit—about my—fucking mother!" he cried furiously, pausing as the fist made contact with him each time. Those watching were stunned at Lucas' finesse in such a situation. The boy didn't let up when Wolf began to struggle against his hold, literally wishing for the animal in his grasp to die.

Wolf eventually managed to buck Lucas off and fling him away, swiping at him. Lucas dodged the first try, but the followup caught him in the side, claws burying in his side and causing him to yelp. Wolf smashed him into the wall and reared back, preparing his next attack for only a split-second before he slashed with his built-in weaponry. Lucas screamed as the claws trailed from his neck to his stomach, creating a long column of four semi-deep gashes and successfully shredding the boy's shirt.

Ike, a moment ago frozen in horror and awe, couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out toward them, seizing Wolf by the back of his suit. "Stop it!" he commanded. "That's enough!"

But Wolf wouldn't be deterred. He pulled out of Ike's grip and advanced on the blonde again. "Let your faggy boyfriend face the consequences of his actions," he said as he kicked the boy, making him squeak and fall to his knees.

During the time Ike had tried to stop the gray wolf, Lucas' expression had gone from deadly and irate to scared shitless. He put his arms over his head and wailed. "Agh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Whatever I did, I'm sorry! Please, no more!"

As Wolf scoffed and went to kick again, Ness screamed. "No, seriously! Stop it now!" Other Smashers, namely Fox and Mario, had jumped to Lucas' aid as well, pulling Wolf back and away from the shaking boy.

"Wolf, quit it!" Fox reprimanded, jerking him away roughly. "Stop being a sore loser and leave him the hell alone."

"He fucking started it!" Wolf growled, trying to pull away.

"No, it was-a you who started it," Mario held him back, pulling him away at the same time. "Insulting the mama is a bad idea."

Meanwhile, everyone else had crowded around Lucas, to inspect the damage done. Peach, Ike and Ness were closest, talking to him.

"Oh, honey, are you okay?" Peach worried, hovering over him like a bee.

"Lucas, talk to me," Ike urged, placing a hand on his shivering shoulders.

The blonde took his arms away from his head, revealing a tear-streaked and traumatized face. "I-I don't even know what I did! I d-don't remember anything, I just open m-my eyes and he's kicking me in th-the stomach, and I have this h-huge cut and bruises a-and..." he trailed off, apparently put off by the sight of his own blood seeping out of said gash on his front, shirt laying ripped on the floor beside him. "It h-hurts."

"Hey, hey, hey," a voice suddenly boomed from across the hallway. All heads turned, and it was revealed to be Master Hand who spoke, floating towards them in a huff. "What is going on here?"

Everyone was silent for a moment before Nana spoke up. "There was a fight, sir."

Master Hand didn't seem surprised, but as a hand is unable to show emotion, there was no way of knowing for sure. "Between who?" he asked.

"...Wolf and Lucas."

Now that seemed to take him aback, as the fingers that had been just floating freely abruptly froze in place. "Lucas? Seriously?" Apparently he subsequently caught sight of the battered blonde cowering on the wall as well as Wolf's matted fur and black eyes. "...huh. Never would I have thought Lucas to be the fighting type..." he observed, and if hands were capable of sighing, he probably would have done so here. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Ike, take Lucas to the infirmary. Wolf, you'll go in a minute. I'll have to decide on appropriate punishments as well, but that can wait. Now, all except Fox, Mario, Pit and Captain Falcon, be on your way."

As everyone shuffled down the hall obediently, Ike pulled Lucas into his arms and lifted him bridal-style, carrying him with ease down the other side of the hall towards their clinic area. Lucas squirmed a bit, face turning red and apologetic. "Ike, you're getting b-blood all over your clothes. And I can still w-walk, you know."

Ike didn't look down. "I don't mind," he stated bluntly as he approached the infirmary's entrance. "Besides, if I get an excuse to hold you, you can bet every strand of your blonde hair that I'll take it."

Lucas flushed at the bluenette's words as they entered the clinic.

endchapter

A/N: Two-parter! Woah. Didn't think it would take more than 4k words, but I guess that means I can shove more detail into the next one, huh?

So Red!Lucas is quick-tempered and kind of an asshole. So OOC it isn't even funny, but there you go. Oh, also...were the fighting scenes (mainly the actual brawl) any good? It was my first, so I'd appreciate any and all feedback so I can improve and stuff. :3

So, five stars? Three? Zero? Leave a review telling me whatcha liked, didn't like, things I can improve on, etc. etc. Thanks in advance~.

Peace. C: