Hey guys. I have a better understanding of what's going to happen next with this story, so the updates might be a bit more frequent from now on. The little feedback that I've gotten has helped so thank you to anyone who has reviewed this fic so far. Now, enjoy Chapter 9!

Chapter 9: The Realization

"Crazy, could you meet me in my office?" Master Hand said as he passed his brother in the hallway.

"Um, sure bro. How soon do you need me?"

"As soon as it is convenient for you. Don't hurt yourself trying to get there as fast as possible."

"Well, yeah. I'll be right there."

(15 minutes later)

Master Hand turned to the sound of Crazy Hand opening his door.

"So, uh, what did you want to talk to me about?" Crazy asked as he closed the door.

"I didn't know who was going to win."

"Um, win what?"

"That first match!" Master Hand said. "I didn't know who was going to win."

"And the problem is…?" Crazy Hand slowly worded out.

"Look, normally, I know who is going to win each match, even before it starts. But while watching the fight between MegaMan and Pikachu, I noticed that I had thought that Pikachu was going to win, but didn't know for sure. And then when MegaMan won by a landslide, I knew that something was very wrong."

"So, you have been predicting the outcome of every match, ever, with a 100% success rate, and now even your hunch wasn't correct?" Crazy asked.

"It's not just that. I've been using this 'ability' to see exactly each punch that would be thrown. Every dodge. Every kick. It helps me understand each fighter's style." Master Hand responded.

"Isn't that a bit unfair to the smashers?" Crazy asked. "They go into this tournament thinking that they have a chance to win. But if you know the outcome, then that means that everything they do in the ring is fated. That means that the winner of the tournament is decided before it even starts. How could you do that?"

"One: It wasn't my choice. Two: That shouldn't be what we're focusing on right now. The real problem here is that the ability is gone. We need to figure out what's going on, because a drastic change like that is going to make me think that something bigger is going on."

"Alright, bro. Calm down. There is probably a rational explanation for this." Crazy paused. "Heh. There is a problem. I'm being responsible and calm while your'e being fidgety and paranoid. It seems we've switched personalities."

Master Hand glared at Crazy. "Not the time for jokes."

"Geez, sorry. It seemed like you needed something to cheer you up, so pardon me for trying to help." Crazy said.

"Do you know what would help even more?"

"No."

"How about you TRY TO HELP ME FIGURE OUT WHAT'S GOING ON!" Master Hand exclaimed.

Crazy floated back a few feet. Master took a deep breath.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's been a stressful day, and I get irritable when I don't know how to deal with something."

"Yeah, I know." Crazy said, still taken aback.

"I should just go to bed early. I'll be able to think clearer in the morning."

"Sure. You just get some rest. I'll go now." Crazy floated to the door. "Good night bro."

He opens it and exits, leaving Master Hand floating in the middle of his office.

I've been trying to create a realistic brotherly relationship between Master and Crazy. Have I succeeded? Be sure to say whether or not in that review box down there. Stay tuned for Chapter 10!