6. Lucas x Meta Knight
Lucas ran out of the Smash Room as fast as he could, his face red and tears streaming down his face. In the match that had happened before, Lucas was in last place in a Stock Match. Embarrassed and ashamed of himself, he ran out of the room, crying and blushing. He doesn't want to let the other Smashers see how much of a loser he was.
The boy ran inside the Couples' Room, ignoring Little Mac's boxing gloves that hung on the door and Ryu's red headband tied to the sandbag, and he closed the door. Lucas ran in the right corner of the room, facing it as tears streamed down his face. Without him noticing, in his pocket, his Franklin Badge slipped out and dropped on the floor.
The boy sobbed, his head tucked into a fetal position. Streams of tears rolled down the boy's cheeks as he sniffled. In his mind, he began to imagine how disappointed his mentor, Meta Knight, was.
Shaking his head to avoid any thoughts of the puffball, he continued to sob.
Without him noticing, the door cracked open, and coming inside was Meta Knight, who was glancing around the room. The swordsman heard sobbing in the corner, and he walked towards the sound, spotting Lucas.
"Lucas?" he questioned.
Lucas gasped as his head shot up. However, he did not turn around to see Meta Knight. "Wh-what do you want?" Lucas asked, sniffling.
Meta Knight tilted his body. "Are you…okay?"
Lucas shook his head as he continued to sob.
Meta Knight raised an eyebrow from behind his mask. "What happened in that match, Lucas?" he asked.
Lucas said nothing, shaking. Fear struck him hard; what if Meta Knight yelled at him over his pathetic loss?
"Lucas…" the knight said hesitantly, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Lucas, however, shook him off. "D-don't look at me!" he screamed.
Meta Knight staggered back, his eyes widened. "Lucas? What's wrong?"
"J-just please go away!" Lucas sobbed, still shaking.
"…" Meta Knight stared at the blond boy, confused. What has gotten into him?
"Lucas," Meta Knight called out, grabbing both of Lucas' shoulders.
Lucas refused to even look at Meta Knight. However, Meta Knight squeezed his shoulders. "Look at me, Lucas."
Lucas, gulping, turned to face the knight. Meta Knight could see the tears streaming down his red face.
"Lucas? Are you okay?" Meta Knight asked.
Lucas shook his head. "Y-you're not gonna yell at me, right?" he stuttered.
Meta Knight shook his head. "No. But I still wanted to ask you: what had happened in that match?"
Lucas said nothing, still shaking.
"Lucas," Meta Knight demanded, "tell me."
"I-I don't know…I just…" Lucas wiped away any stray tears. "I'm pathetic."
Meta Knight shook his body—his way of shaking his head. "You are not pathetic, Lucas."
"But Meta Knight," Lucas insisted. "I lost. I lost a match I should have won!"
Meta Knight sighed. "It happens to all of us, Lucas. I am not mad at you for losing. You win some, you lose some."
Lucas stared down at Meta Knight, gulping. "R-really?"
"Yes," Meta Knight said. "Remember all the times I have lost some matches? I was upset about it, but what I do was train harder and hope I could win the next match."
Lucas stared at him. He was right. "Y-yeah…you're right, Meta Knight…"
Meta Knight saw another tear falling down from Lucas' eye, and he wiped it away. "Do not fret, Lucas. It is just a lost."
Lucas nodded. "Th-thank you, Meta Knight…" The boy got up from the ground, and he looked around the area, noticing the boxing gloves and the headband, along with the other items. "Th-there were others here?"
Meta Knight looked around, and he nodded. "Apparently so."
Lucas chuckled, rubbing the back of his head as he blushed. "S-sorry that you had to come get me at a place like…this."
Meta Knight chuckled. "It is fine, Lucas."
Lucas smiled. They then heard a bell ringing, indicating that it was lunchtime.
"Come on," Meta Knight said, his smile hidden under his mask. "Let's go to the Cafeteria."
Lucas nodded, and the two walked out of the Couples' Room.
Lucas had since accepted any defeats he had gotten and grew stronger.
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