A/N: Here is the entire chapter. I hope you enjoy.

I am planning on updating every other day, with a few chapters at a time. I have so many other things to do. So I can't worry about spacing the updates once a week. The entire story is done. I just have to add the final touches as I go. So I hope you enjoy this. This story took months in the making.

I look forward to seeing you in the next chapter.

Chapter 2: The Day after

Luigi woke up to the sounds of breakfast cooking, and for a moment, he thought he was back home, and it was Mario's turn to make breakfast. But the events of last night crept back into his waking conscious and another wave of sadness washed over him. He was in Wario's mansion now, the wicked brothers allowed him to stay in one of the many guest bedrooms and for that he was very grateful.

Now that the formal mushroom hero was wide awake, he strained his hearing so he could tune in to the conversation that was not too far from him. Waluigi was complaining about something, followed by loud banging of pots and pans, and Wario exclaiming that 'he better not burn the damn bacon again…'

Luigi sat up and looked around the room, realizing that he doesn't have a change of clothes. The only thing he had was what remained of the outfit that he was supposed to wear to his knighting ceremony, which is only a simple white dress shirt, and a pair of black dress pants. The ceremonial knighting jacket that had all his badges of honor were ripped off and discarded during his flight from the Princesses castle.

He stood up to examine his black dress shoes to realize that they were ruined from walking in the storm last night. He let out a tired moan, these where his only good pair of shoes, his usual work boots were left at the house that he and Mario shared. Luigi picked up his shirt to realize that Wario was kind enough to have it cleaned. At least he has something.

Getting dressed and trying to get as clean as possible given the situation, and as a final touch he pushed up the sleeves to his dress shirt so they wouldn't get in his way, and finally found his way to where the others are. Despite being in this massive home, wasn't that hard. All he needed to do was to follow the disgusting eating noises and the loud clanking and bickering. Dear Grambi, he missed Mario.

"Hey! Green bean!" Waluigi was the first to address his presence "we made extra for you, but fatty ate all the bacon…"

"Shut up, stupid" Wario grunted in mid bite. Luigi sat down next to them, happy that they went out of their way to fix him a plate. This was very nice of them, even though most of it was just thrown on his plate at the last minute, and what he guessed was French toast was hanging off the side of his plate.

"So…how did you dump Mario?" Wario swallowed his coffee whole, slamming the mug down with a loud burp. Luigi flinched not at his table manners but at the blunt question, but they have to know at least, it's the most he can do in return.

"They were finally going to make me a knight… but I turned it down" Luigi took a breath "I left during the knighting ceremony, I…"

There was a pause until Wario let out another snort "wow, no wonder why everybody hates you…" he pored himself another cup and gulped it down in seconds flat, "but now at least they all remember your name…"

Luigi couldn't help to chuckle at the comment, yes, finally, after years of being in Mario's shadow; they finally remembered his name… Though it was the circumstance that made his heart break, why did he have to run? Last night it made so much sense, but now, Luigi felt just as confused as the rest of them.

Suddenly there was a loud pounding at the door that stopped Luigi in mid bite. Waluigi stood up with a grumble, knowing that Wario wouldn't get up for anything during feeding time. The youngest wicked brother disappeared to the source of the pounding. Leaving Luigi and Wario alone, the youngest Mario brother buried his face in his hands. Wario was silent for a moment, before lifting the lid of the coffee pot and finished it off.

"So…ah…" Wario burped "what are you going to do now…?" Luigi looked up at his cousin, for a moment a wave of panic took over him. Wario was right, what is he going to do? Despite the emotions rushing through him, Luigi couldn't help but to laugh again.

"Well…" hopefully one day in the future, Luigi would find this worth laughing over "at least I know this, I won't be going home anytime soon…"

Wario eyed the coffee pot, a bit distressed that it's empty "well you're not going to be living here, I tell ya that…" Luigi shook his head "I know… but thank you for letting me stay tonight."

Luigi stared out the kitchen window, amazed that they were so close to the neighboring kingdom, if he strained his eyes he could see the beginnings of the Waffle Kingdom, he almost forgot that Wario built his mansion so far away from the Mushroom Villages. He then began to think back to last night, and his run in with the king of badness himself…

"Where is he?!" a new voice echoed through the house leaving another tremble of raw fear to run up his spine, while Wario grumbled about all these visitors stinking up his home. Luigi wanted to run, but he knew that all he was doing lately was running. Luigi stood up slowly, turning to greet a very red-faced Mario.

"What were you thinking?!" Luigi never seen Mario so angry "you left everything that you worked for, not only you humiliated your own family; you humiliated the Princess herself, who vouched for you. Do you know that nearly the entire kingdom wants your head now? That's how outraged they are, and Daisy is heartbroken!"

Daisy… Luigi shook off the guilt, it would make no since if he doesn't stand his ground now. Luigi finally made eye contact with his brother, and he realized that Daisy wasn't the only one who was devastated. Mario looked like Luigi did more than just ran away; he looked like Luigi ripped out his own brothers' heart.

Luigi took a breath, trying to be strong, only to hear his voice become nothing but a whisper "I'm sorry… I…" he looked away from Mario, choosing to stare at the floor "I didn't know why I ran…I… it didn't feel right anymore…"

He looked up to see Mario, now more concerned, yet his voice firmly held that edge "is there something wrong…? Luigi, you could have just said no at the beginning…"

Luigi took a breath, closing his eyes "Mario, I did want to be a knight but… I don't know… something changed…" He felt a hand on his shoulder, half expecting it to be Wario, but he looked up to see Mario, he felt some relief that his brother doesn't hate him entirely.

"Brother…" Mario sighed, shaking his head "I hope you know what you're doing…but you know… I can't let you come home…I came to tell you that they don't want you back anywhere in their kingdom, what you did…to them was like a form of treason…"

Luigi nodded "I…know…" Mario almost flinched, he could tell, this was hurting him too, and Luigi couldn't do anything about it, but with all this, Mario continued "Luigi, Sarsaland doesn't want you in their kingdom either…Daisy, of course fought for you, but her father makes the final decision…"

Luigi shook his head with a sigh "who else…?"

Mario didn't need to answer.

The oldest stood up straighter, now getting ready to leave "I got to go…they would be looking for me…" stopping at the walkway Mario looked back "I'm sorry…"

"Wait…" Luigi quickly reached into his pockets and pulled out a familiar green item, he fluffed it back up to reveal his hat. He hands it over to Mario.

"But…" Mario reluctantly took the hat from him, the youngest smiled, patting him on the shoulder "I guess I have no use for this old thing anymore…I need you to take care of it for me…" Mario took a step back, holding the hat close to his chest "I...I will…"

Mario glances back up at him "goodbye bro…" Luigi gives him a small, sad smile "goodbye…" unable to see his brother go; Luigi decide to leave first, going back to the guest bedroom, leaving Mario alone.

…

He was never the koopa to believe in fate. That was for the stupid heroes and their stupid Princess of the world. King Bowser was the bad guy; he will always be the bad guy.

Picking up the pint of his favorite kind of poison he believed this was to be another night to be left to his loneliness.

"Bowser…"

The king turns to see that Luigi had returned. Bringing with him a slew of whispers within this pub, putting down the now empty glass, the koopa couldn't help but to smirk. Without any kind of fear Luigi walks closer.

"Is that job offer still on the table?"

Luigi may have believed in fate and destiny and all that bull, but Bower believed in luck. Pure blind luck.

End of Chapter