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Chapter II:

All Needed Is Peace.

He just wanted to run off and hide somewhere cold, refreshing; that was all he wanted to do and he didn't have the opportunity to do so. With a heavy sigh, the blond lowered his head and continued following the chattering group out of the mansion and to the gardens. Unable to focus on their voices long enough to make sense of what they were talking about, Lucas huffed under his breath, feeling heavy, dizzy, and much too hot for his comfort. It was not the first time he felt that way, so it didn't worry him, but it has been a long time since he last went through that.

Lucas felt something tap his shoulder and it took him a second to notice it was a hand, and that someone was talking to him instead of joining the buzzing of the other voices. Sluggish, he raised his head to meet the other's confused and slightly worried eyes.

"S-sorry, what did you say...?" The blond's voice sounded slow, slurred, exhausted.

The Hero of the Winds tilted his head, eyes narrowing uneasily before he repeated himself. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me." His reply was followed by a sigh as he massaged his temple again, ignoring -or perhaps being oblivious to- the scrutinizing eyes of the green-clad hero who decided to take his word for it and turned his attention back to the others as they finally made their way down the steps leading to the gardens.

The area itself had a cobblestone path waving across the green pasture and patches of flowers of every color and form, a few trees dotting the expense, becoming more and thicker the further away they were until they simply meshed with the nearby forest. A big, white stone fountain rose in the middle of a circular area where the paths gathered; past the elegant trails and structure were wide spaces: these being the group's current destination.

They passed the flower beds and the smashers currently relaxing there, rushing toward the green field with Ness leading, a red Frisbee in his hand. The blond psychic lagged behind them, his pounding head keeping him from quickening his pace, and simply watched as the group dispersed around the field, taking their places for the game. The dark-haired psychic stared at him from afar and waved the toy in his hand as if to ask if he was going to play, Lucas shook his head and went to sit under the shade of a large tree as Ness shrugged before throwing the toy at Popo.

After watching a few catches and throws, the blond sighed again and leaned against the sturdy tree trunk, enjoying a passing breeze that felt all the more pleasant due to his fever. Suddenly, something nudged his side and he flinched, opening his eyes only to find the pink Star Warrior looking at him. Sitting up, he gave a small smile and patted Kirby's head.

"Hey there."

"Poyo?" Kirby pointed to something to his side and Lucas followed the motion with tired yet curious eyes only to see the others were still playing with the gliding toy.

Tilting his head, he turned back to meet the other's expectant eyes. "Humm? Oh, you want to play with them...?" His answer was an excited nod and a wide smile, a contagious one at that, seeing as he couldn't keep his own small smile from appearing. "Ask Ness, he'll let you play. Just try not to swallow the Frisbee, alright?"

Once again, Kirby nodded cheerfully before switching to a more serious expression followed by a slight poke to his arm. "Poyo!" Noticing the other's confusion, Kirby motioned again toward the field and the group. "Play, poyo?"

"No, I'm not gonna play, feeling a bit tired." He shook his head for emphasis, nudging the puffball toward the group. "Don't worry, just go play."

Doing as told, Kirby sent him one last worried glance before sprinting toward the others, particularly the short, self-appointed leader. The blond sighed contently as another passing breeze cooled his aching head, carrying with it the laughter of his friends; he looked back at them before raising to his feet, making his way toward one of the many flower beds nearby.

The boy crouched next to the colorful plants, reaching to touch a daisy's petals distractedly. He didn't notice the arguably quiet steps behind him, tapping against the stone and extracting a soft crunching sound as weight was applied to the small pebbles. He did notice someone covering his eyes with a swift motion, pulling him back and making him sit on the grass.

With a startled gasp, he reached to grab the hands blocking his view as a loud cackle sounded behind him, coming from his attacker. The hands moved from his face and it took him a few seconds to clear his vision before Lucas looked over his shoulder just as the angel patted his head with a chuckle. "P-pit!"

The angel's blue eyes sparkled with glee as he grinned. "Hey Lucas! Why are you here and not with the others, where are they anyway?"

The blond stood up, dusting himself off before answering. "They're in the field ahead with a Frisbee, why?" As he looked up, he finally noticed the presence of others; looking past Pit, he saw the princesses talking with a red-head and a blond, both with swords and neither people he recognized, though the blond looked eerily familiar.

Pit snapped him from his staring with a quick flap of his wings, looking at the group of young smashers throwing the toy around, grinning widely when the Frisbee passed over Nana and performed a sharp turn- slamming directly against Toon Link's forehead. "Alright, thanks! Umm..." The brunet switched his gaze from the group to stare at the psychic boy, following his eyes. "Oh, I don't think you've meet them. Come!" Without waiting for a reply he grabbed the child's arm, dragging him toward the small group.

Lucas squeaked nervously as he was suddenly pushed to the front, Pit's hands on his shoulders in what the angel meant as support and the blond perceived as pressure. The small group focused on the duo as Pit called them.

Peach giggled at the psychic's nervous stance. "Why, hello Lucas!" She clapped her hands in front of her chest before smiling at the two unknown males with a side glance. "Presentations are in order, aren't they?"

Zelda smiled calmly at her pink-clothed friend before gesturing at the other blond standing next to her, he nodded and extended a hand in Lucas' direction, a confident and kind smile on his face. "I'm Link, called Young around here. Nice to meet you!" Young said as Lucas shook hands with him; he was swiftly pushed away by the red-head, who simply grinned at the other's pout.

"And I'm Roy, you are... Lucas, right?"

"Y-yeah, I am. P-pleasure t-to meet you." He stuttered nervously, before looking back up at the brunet behind him. "S-sorry but... I have to go."

Zelda raised an eyebrow at that, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you going?"

"Inside... I'm kind of tired, actually..." Lucas mumbled back, barely avoiding a flinch as his temple decided to remind him of his unusual fever; the small group exchanged glances before letting go of him and bidding him a farewell, turning toward the fields as Lucas passed the doorway, walking slowly toward the stairs and up to the room he shared with Ness.

Closing the door behind him quietly, he shuffled toward his bed, falling face-first against the pillows; he sighed as the soft, cool material pressed against his forehead. Snuggling against the pillow, he hugged it and closed his eyes, intending on a quick nap; his mind started to shut down not long after and his last thought before falling asleep was the realization that he hadn't seen anyone on his way back, something he was surprisingly grateful for.


The mind is such an interesting thing.

So strong it can affect your surroundings, your actions, your future.

So fragile it can break if pushed the slightest bit too hard.


"-uys, I found him!"

"Not so loud, Popo."

With a groan, Lucas opened one eye slowly, peered through a half-lid with unfocused curiosity; the first thing he saw was a blurry, bluish figure with spots of various colors around, the muffled whispers of young voices cutting through the fog of sleep as he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. He raised his gaze again, still slightly blurry, and focused on the small crowd next to his resting spot just as the pink and white blur he recognized as Nana spoke with a hushed tone. "Hey Lucas, we were wondering where you had gone to."

"Yeah, you just disappeared." Chirped her partner, earning nods from the others before continuing. "Young did tell us that you went inside but we had to look everywhere to find you!"

Lucas blushed, wringing the blanket in his hand nervously. "S-sorry guys, I uhh..." He stopped his excuse the second Ness waved his hand in the air.

"Nah, no worries about that. It's almost dinner though, let's go!" The black-haired psychic said, smiling excitedly and pointing toward the entrance of the room with that air of leadership that always surrounded him; his 'order' was followed by whoops of agreement as the Ice Climbers, Toon Link, and Kirby excited the room, leaving behind both psychics and Young Link. The trio blinked before Ness rubbed the back of his head with a chuckle. "Yeah, let's hurry before something happens."

"Like that time in the past tournament that Kirby accidentally swallowed everything because of a hiccup-fit?" Young's comment earned a loud cackle from the veteran, giving enough time for Lucas to jump out of the bed and, out of habit, rearrange the cover and pillows. "Or that time Captain Falcon teased Bowser nonstop and he burned everything in a rage!" The memories brought delighted grins from Ness and Young, making Lucas feel out of place but nonetheless finding the mere idea amusing.

"Oh man, that was so good!" Ness chuckled under his breath as they exited the door, closing it behind them before starting their way toward the dining room. "Or the Spicy Sauce Surprise! That day was amazing!" The way the swordsman chortled was enough of a confirmation that he remembered that crystal clear.

Curiosity got the best of the meek blond and he looked at the duo. "What happened that day?"

"Just about the best prank ever." Replied Young with a wide grin, eyes sparkling mischievous as he started retelling the story. "It was a normal, boring day and we were trying to decide what to do when we saw Bowser with a Spicy Stick that was almost literally glowing red..."


"And then everyone was running around as if someone had dropped ants in their pants!" Ness barely managed to wheeze through his laughter as the trio finally reached the kitchen, almost unable to breathe as they whipped tears away; two reliving the adventure and the other imagining it.

Young opened his mouth to add something after regaining his breath, but before being able to utter a single word he was interrupted by the loud chatter and clicking coming from the room where everyone else was; they raced to the doors and hurried across the room and toward the plates. Few moments later they were sitting at the table, talking with each other in between bites.

While the swordsman and the dark-haired psychic caught up with each other, Lucas was pulled from their conversation by someone poking his side. Startled, he looked up and noticed Ike staring at him, one hand occupied with a fork and the other changing direction and pointing toward the other side of the table before going back to his food; the blond furrowed his brows before spotting Red waving at him with a grin.

He raised an eyebrow in wonder before the Pokemon Trainer signaled somewhere to his side, Lucas glanced in the direction just as a small spark appeared in the air, followed by the cheerful voice of Pikachu, patting another smaller, lighter colored Pokemon. Surprised, the psychic did a quick scan of the people sitting at the table, noticing Roy talking with Marth a few seats away from him, the small electric mouse next to Pikachu, and someone dressed as a doctor sitting next to Mario further away.

During his survey he didn't notice the nasty grin firmly set on Wario's face. Neither the incredibly well placed cup he 'accidentally' set behind Pikachu just as he took a sharp step back as the smaller mouse swept the butter knife at him during their play-fight. With a startled cry, the electric mouse toppled over the almost-full glass and fell on a plate of unused utensils, sending a few flying and clattering against the table while others sailed through the air.

Smashers ducked as a few silver forks and spoons sailed above their heads, however, Lucas flinched at the loud, unexpected noise and had turned his head toward the direction instead of seeking refuge; for a split second he stared at the fork approaching him before leaning back sharply, avoiding the dangerous projectile but losing his balance completely, ending on the floor with a rather loud thud.

Silence fell on the table as everyone looked at the small catastrophe; few of them noticed Lucas crawling back to his sit, blushing madly under the worried and curious stares of Ness and Ike. The awkward silence was broken by hushed voices as people exchanged glances and soon enough most of the table was back to their conversations, though the stiff atmosphere caused by the 'accident' stayed a little longer. Pikachu quickly straightened up and waved his arms to try and disperse Pichu's worries and apologies, nodding to Samus as she asked him if he was okay and to be more careful, the table was to eat at, not to play on.

"Hey, you alright, Lucas?" Ness whispered, looking at his friend staring at his food; Young peeked over the psychic's side, blinking in curiosity at the other blond.

Lucas shook his head and sighed before giving the duo a sideways glance and a small smile. "Y-yeah, I a-am..." When he looked up again he noticed the nasty grin on the one that started everything, pointing at him as he cackled, telling something to Wolf and earning a chuckle from him. An all too familiar coldness passed over him as he realized they were laughing at him and he ducked his head again before jumping out of his seat.

"Where are you going?" Peeped Young Link as he raised his cup to his lips.

"I'm not hungry anymore..." Lucas muttered, eyes downcast as he walked out of the room, gaining fleeting glances as he passed the doors and soon enough the chattering of the dining room was nothing more than a distant buzz as he exited the mansion and walked through the gardens.

Sighing to himself, he sat next to a flower beds and traced a finger over the soft petals, trying to distract himself from what had happened a few minutes ago. His sulking was interrupted as he heard almost silent humming near his location; knowing it wasn't the same buzz as the one coming from inside the mansion, he looked around and caught sight of a dark silhouette sitting out of the light's reach.

It took him a moment longer to place the being's identity. "Lucario...?" The jackal opened his eyes and looked at him with a calmness hardly found in the fighters participating in the tournament. "What are you doing out here?"

Lucario raised his head to look at the night sky before closing his eyes again, projecting his voice with his psychic abilities to communicate with Lucas. "Meditating. Something quite hard to achieve when chaos occurs, in other words: Almost anytime inside the mansion." Turning his head, he stared at the blond through half-lidded eyes. "I repeat the question, what brought you out here?"

Lucas glanced back to the plants, sighing quietly. "I guess I just... wanted some peace for a while. Sorry if I disrupted you." He added quickly, rising to his feet before the Pokemon brought a paw up in the air, signaling him to stop.

"Worry not. You aren't causing a ruckus, unlike others. Besides the gardens are a place for everyone to unwind, I have no right to expulse you."

The blond's reply was cut as he noticed other presence in the vicinity, one he couldn't recognize; he looked around for the source, readying for the worse before relaxing as he saw Lucario's calm posture. If they were in danger, the jackal would be the first to know and react.

"Interesting." The voice echoed around the two of them just as Lucario turned to face a tree, another figure leaning against the tough bark. "He has a power similar to that of Ness but different all at once, I see." Lucas squinted to make out the figure: A large cat-like creature?

"Who are you?" He asked the creature nervously, shrinking away as the creature took a step forward and closer to them.

"You don't have complete control of your abilities, lack of practice I would say." He finally entered the light's reach, revealing his mainly purple and white coloration. "My name is Mewtwo, past participant of the tournament."

The boy gulped, struggling to keep himself from wringing his shirt with his hands. "I'm Lucas but... something tells me you knew that already... How do you know of my PSI...?"

"Psychics can feel other psychics' presences around." Mewtwo replied, looking at him with calculating eyes. "You are not the first one I've met with that specific kind of power either."

Lucas shuffled his feet nervously, looking unsure for a moment before sitting back next to the flowers, glancing toward the legendary with curious eyes. "Are you a Pokemon?"

"Only one of my kind." Was the other's calm reply before he teleported away, leaving Lucario and Lucas alone. The blond gasped in surprise and the jackal breathed deeply, concentrating for a minute before looking at the young boy.

"He went to the roof." He informed before returning to his silent concentration. Minutes ticked by slowly as the duo sat in complete silence, only broken by the whispers of passing breezes and faraway chatter. Completely content with the peaceful atmosphere, the psychic boy stood again from his place and went to sit next to the Fighting-type, copying the other's position. The jackal opened an eye to glance at him curiously before smiling to himself.


From a much higher altitude, the Psychic-type watched them silently as a smaller, pink colored cat-like creature floated around him, their long tail trailing their moves as they approached Mewtwo. The blue eyes of the pink Pokemon shone brightly with interest as they followed the larger being's gaze, tilting their head curiously.

"Lack of control is dangerous, for him and those around." Mewtwo crossed his arms, deep in thought.

"Mew..." Agreed the pink legendary worriedly, swinging in the air and letting their small arms rest against their belly.