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Chapter 3: Comforting Each Other
In Final Destination …
Two large gloved hands watched the scene unfold via a Smash Ball; Lucina meeting Shulk for the first time. The right hand, Master Hand, rubbed his two fingers together, as if he was thinking.
"Hmm … a newcomer? She seems … fascinating."
The left hand, Crazy Hand, looked down at the ball. "She seems to have a crush on that boy that defeated us a few days ago …"
A burly man with red hair and dark clothing watched the two discussing about the newcomer. Frowning, he said, "So … more new blood to taste?"
Master Hand shook as a way to nod. "Yes. I want to see how she fares in battle …"
"Leave it to me, Master Hand. I will challenge her."
"Good, good. Then tomorrow, you will send the invitation to her. I will watch the fight and see if she is worthy enough to fight me …"
That night …
Lucina twisted and turned in her bed, grunting. It was happening again … that nightmare where Laurent was killed.
The blood, his lifeless body, his screams …
She suddenly jolted awake with a scream. This time, she was not disorientated; she knew that it was a nightmare again.
But still … the thoughts of her lover dead … it was too much.
She curled up into a ball and sobbed.
She heard the door open. "I-I'm all right, mother. No need to worry." She hiccuped.
"I'm not your mother." A male voice said.
Lucina's eyes were wide, and she looked up to see that boy from this morning.
"Shulk, right?" She asked.
The boy nodded. "Yeah. You all right? I heard you scream from across the hallway."
Lucina looked down at her lap, sighing. "I-I'm fine. Just … had a nightmare, is all. Did I wake you up?"
Shulk shook his head. "Not at all. I … I had a nightmare as well."
Lucina stared at him. "Really?"
Shulk nodded.
"I … see."
The two were silent for what seemed like hours. Shulk sat beside her and broke the silence, "So uh … you wanna talk about it?"
Lucina was silent. Shulk's brow furrowed with worry. "Hey, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to …"
Lucina shook her head. "N-no, I'll tell you."
She explained to him about how she once had a boyfriend named Laurent, and the two grew close. One night, they were far away from camp, and Laurent was protecting her, sacrificing his life.
"I … see." Shulk said. "But it's going to be all right."
"I know … but it keeps coming back, like it was taunting me."
"I … I understand. My nightmare …" Shulk paused as if he was thinking. "I lost someone close too."
Lucina looked up. "Really?"
Shulk nodded. "She … was killed in front of me, and I can't do anything. I felt like a failure."
Lucina placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Shulk. I wish I could do something."
"It's fine," Shulk smiled shyly, "like what my friend said; there was …" He gulped, trying to hold back tears, "Nothing I could do to save her."
Lucina nodded in understanding.
The two stayed silent once more. It was only a few minutes until Lucina finally spoke up, "So, uh … you're going back to your room?"
Shulk nodded. "Y-yeah. Sorry for bothering you."
"It's all right. I'm glad to find comfort."
Shulk blushed, but he looked down at his feet in order to not let Lucina see it. "Well … see you in the morning."
"See you."
Shulk got up and left the room. Lucina laid back down, sighing. I'm starting to like this fellow. She thought. He seems … friendly. Like Laurent …
Laurent.
Sighing, she went back to sleep, hoping that there were no more nightmares happening tonight.
Just before Shulk was settled back to bed again without waking up Pac-Man, a knock was heard.
Getting up, he opened it, and saw a burly man with an envelope.
"Hello. Good evening." He greeted.
Shulk yawned, but he greeted as well. "Hello."
The man gave him the envelope. "Give this to the newcomer girl, Lucina tomorrow."
Shulk stared down at the envelope. It was the same one that he got when he was invited; yellow, a Smash Ball stamp attached to it.
"Thank you, sir," Shulk smiled. "I will deliver it to her in the morning."
"All right. Good night."
As the man was outside, he grabbed a walkie talkie and called in it. "Master Hand, I delivered the envelope. We will get some news tomorrow."
"Good, good …" Master Hand said, bellowing his signature evil laugh.