Author's note: Please enjoy, friends (or enemies)! This title isn't from a song…I think…mainly 'cuz I'm only listening to video game remixes and can't come up with anything. So yeah. ^^'

7

Someday Soon

As I guessed, the place where Grill hit me turned into a bruise. Dee was fussing over it, even before she knew who gave the wound to me. I lied at first, saying I fell down, but she saw right through it. So I started from the beginning, telling her how Grill kissed me while we were still in the 'Time Gap' (which I also explained to her). It all kind of came out then, everything that happened in that place. She listened carefully, comforting me when she deemed appropriate.

Once I finally finished describing everything, even yesterday, I broke down and cried. Dee didn't do anything to help me so I just tried hard to stop on my own. When I was finished Dee looked ticked. My face grew warm with embarrassment and fear she would reject me. Rejection...

"Marx, I'm not angry at you," she explained, placing her arms around my body. This was quite easy as we sat on her bed, "I'm angry at Grill for making you feel stress, but besides that I'm fine. So don't cry, alright?"

I grew limp in her arms and felt like taking a nap. "I'm sorry. My emotions are all over the place sometimes. It probably frustrates you." I looked at her expectantly but she just cuddled me like I was a plush toy.

"Nope! I think it's adorable. Oh, and guess what tomorrow is? You were the one who told me, so I'm sure you'll get it."

Tomorrow? But that was… "That's my birthday! Wait, how did you know? I can't remember talking about that..."

"That's because you told me before everything with Nova happened. I remembered," she scooted closer to me, staring into my eyes. She was so normal—even with her eye colour—it made me feel extremely envious. I mean, how many people have naturally purple eyes? Oh well, I guess you are who you are.

"I'll be eighteen…which I think should be meaningful, but it isn't," I chewed on my lower lip. Dee was observing my actions carefully. This made me nervous so I blushed.

She laughed. "I'm sorry, am I frightening you? I was just thinking about how attractive you are…I mean-! Wait, no! That's so embarrassing!" she waved her paws in the air, all flustered. This was probably one of the cutest things she could do, and the most girly.

"No, that's okay, I know how cute I am," I giggled. She stopped her anxious movements to glare at me, "so you don't have to tell me anymore."

We were both quiet for a long while before Dee giggled and shoved me playfully. "I love you! You're such an idiot and it's adorable!" she paused, "well anyway, tomorrow will be the best day of your life. I promise!"

I smiled genuinely, which was rare. Dee seemed pleased and gave me another squeeze. I guessed the next day would be very predictable, just like Dee's birthday. Y'know, the 'surprise party' and all? Ugh, but I was still glad to be accepted. Maybe even too glad to put into words.

The next morning was horrible. My face was throbbing due to the bruise which, according to Dee, was at its peak in pain. She only tended to it slightly with ice and a few painkillers and gave me some of that cold medicine we got the other day (just in case). In other words I was completely pathetic and helpless.

"Okay, I promised to make this day enjoyable so…" Dee said as I laid in her bed. It was around ten in the morning, so we didn't have much time for fun, "Um, what do you want to do?"

Well, I want to rule Pop Star, my eye twitched as that memory popped into my head. There was no reason for that to be there. "Um, I don't really know. What do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want to do," she said while pressing some new ice against my cheek. I shrieked so she removed it, "I'm sorry, is it too cold?"

My mouth moved but I didn't say anything. Dee helped me to a sitting position so she could look me in the eyes. "Okay, we'll try again," she raised the ice to my face slowly until it touched my cheek. It didn't hurt, not even the first time. I just felt like scaring her. That could probably be called sadistic, but does it matter to me? No.

"My bruise is fine, but I think I know where we can go!"

Dee seemed curious as she removed the ice. "Where?"

I thought for a moment. I didn't actually know where I wanted to go yet. That sentence just kind of popped out of my mouth. "Uh, th-the library!" I stuttered, coming up with something fast.

"What?" Dee asked flatly, "we can go there any day, you doof!"

"I'm not a doof! I'm smarter than lots of people!" I countered, "and anyway, I was kidding."

Dee heaved a sigh. "Fine. Where do you want to go then?"

"Huh, I dunno," this got me a face palm, "what? Okay, let's see…where to go?" my lower lip was victim once again to vicious biting. I just recently got into the habit of doing this. Of course I did it before, but not nearly to this extent. I shoved the thought out of my head. I needed to stay focused. There must have been many places to go, especially on such a nice day. Though when I really thought about it…maybe there weren't. Yeah, Dreamland is pretty boring…and lazy…and suckish.

"Marxy-Marx," Dee poked my un-bruised cheek hard, "there aren't many places to go, are there? Is that what you're thinking?"

I gave her my death stare, which didn't make much impact in this form. "Marxy-Marx doesn't wish to be called that."

She giggled, wrapping me in her arms. "How does Marxy-poo sound then? I'm calling you one of them, whether you like it or not!"

"If you do, I will eat your faces!" I yelled, realizing this would probably elicit a laugh.

"Aww, you're so cute when you threaten me," she paused, "I'm sorry to say I only have one face though."

I didn't know how to reply to that. I guess I would just have to go along with her, reluctantly. "Uh, Marxy-Marx is okay, I could learn to like it," I cuddled into her body, secretly hoping she would hug me tighter. For some reason she didn't and let go of me. I gasped while flinging myself into her arms again.

She laughed. "What's wrong? I thought you didn't like my hugs!"

"I don't, but I'm feeling a bit insecure now," I mumbled into her. Dee pushed me slightly so she could look at my face. We sat there for some time as she studied me. I felt embarrassed and my cheeks flushed red. Dee pinched my cheeks, trying to be gentle on the bruised side.

"Aren't you just the cutest thing ever? I love you!" Dee embraced me with a chuckle, "you still haven't decided what you wanna do yet, Marxy-Marx."

"Uh, well I want to…" I yawned a few times before snuggling into her affectionately, "I want to sleep now."

Dee picked me up and set me on the floor. "No, we're going to have fun today no matter what!" she covered her non-existent mouth, not wanting to sound angry.

I cocked my head instead of responding verbally. Dee mimicked my movements which, I must admit, was also very cute. Vowing not to be beaten, I widened my eyes until they were unnaturally large and let my lower lip quiver. As expected, Dee screeched something which made no sense and grabbed me.

I welcomed the comfort while nibbling on her paw. She didn't seem to mind, which suited me greatly. "Marx, if you want, I can choose for you," I nodded so she continued, "there's a new shop that opened in town. I've wanted to take you there for a while but we were both working so I never got the chance…well anyway, now I can!"

"Oh, that sounds like—FUN!" my voice raised as I said 'fun', making Dee jump, "Yes, yes, yes! Let's go!"

The new shop was placed just outside of the castle, making me wonder if Dedede forced it to be built there for his own convenience. Either that or the shopkeeper wanted to attract all the Waddle Dees as they left on break. That seemed more likely. It was strange that I didn't notice the structure until then, though.

"Awww, isn't this hat adorable?" Dee asked, picking a green bonnet and placing it on her head, "it's green too!"

I laughed. This store had no real meaning. It just sold small, cute things like dolls and fashion accessories. Everything was decorated in shades of red, black and green with frills and stuff. The fact that Dee liked it here didn't surprise me at all. It was like everything she loved was gathered in one place. There was music in the background too and it felt familiar somehow. It was kind of creepy and whimsical in a fast paced tone. Huh, where did I hear that before?

"Marx! I think I found some things you may like," Dee held up a giant, colourful beach ball much like the one I owned almost a year ago. I looked behind her to see a wide selection of the same types of balls. My face automatically brightened.

"Oh Dee! I want one, I want one, I reeeeeaaaalllly want one!" I shouted, hopping up and down, practically dancing. Dee took out her purse from nowhere, heading for the counter without a word. I followed close behind her, like a little puppy I guess.

After paying for a red, blue and white striped ball (plus a gaudy green hat for herself), Dee left the store and set the ball on the ground. "There. You can jump on this can't you?"

"Hell yes!" I screamed before tackling the giant round toy. I bounced right off the side, landing painfully on the earth beside it. I cursed loud enough for Dee to hear.

"Do you want me to help you onto it?" she asked, suddenly at my side. I shook my head but she grabbed me anyway, pretty much tossing me to the top of the ball. Her paw's presence stayed on my back until I was balanced. When she let go I wobbled slightly before regaining a normal posture (as normal as you could get on a ball). I cackled and hopped and around on it for a while, earning a little clap from Dee.

"Yeah! I knew I could still do it!" I celebrated by 'walking' with the ball, which was more or less just hopping in the opposite direction I wanted to go. This caused the ball to roll that way (don't ask how). Dee came along as well, admiring me from below.

We were originally on our way home when she suddenly directed me down another path. I did as she instructed as I knew where we were going. Well, not the exact place, but it was obviously a surprise birthday party. I mean, didn't they do that for everyone? So I just went with Dee as she walked down a cute path filled with flowers and big trees. I wasn't sure what to make of a place like this. Maybe she was taking me to an alternate universe where everyone is made of flowers…ooh…

We finally arrived at a fairly large hut made of logs. The windows had bright pink curtains covering everything going on inside. I asked Dee what was so important about this place but she simply waved her paw in my face, opening the door while ushering me off of my ball. As soon as we entered a bunch of voices yelled almost unrecognizable words as they weren't exactly in unison.

"Pretend felt!"

My composure melted and I fell to the floor in tears. I didn't even bother to look at who was here. Not that I could see, as everything was blurred anyway.

It was just that it finally happened.

I was accepted. I belonged.

Author's note: I'm doing this in two chapters because I want them to be fairly short (as not to turn readers off of the story. The plot can do that alone, thank you!). I'll go write the next chapter now, in which a lot shall happen. Thanks to all who have faved or alerted. Even if you aren't reviewing this…thank you. (insert big teary stare)

All hail Lord Marx! Dokeshisan, over and out! Until next time friends and enemies!