I must apologize for such a long delay on this chapter. I have been rather busy as of late, with both my minimum-wage job and my voice acting... But it is finally here!
What's this, an anti-disclaimer of sorts? Why, yes! Janelle is my own character, as are Judas and Otur(those two are only mentioned in here...) ...I still don't own any of the Koopa family, though.
Enough rambling! Enjoy!

"How the hell is it that no one wants to talk to me? Does no one even know who I am? Does no one care about my opinions on everything? I have feelings, too! This is all fucking gay!"

Morton stomped loudly through one of the many halls of Castle Koopa, looking for someone- anyone- to talk to. Before his dad's death, there was no shortage of guards willing to listen to him. But since then, they all wandered frantically through the kingdom. All much too 'busy' to talk to listen to him.

And his siblings? Hell no! Larry never was one for long chats, and would often sneak away from the speeches that were so generously relayed to him by his older brother. Lemmy and Iggy? No, they both got bored too quickly, becoming restless and trying to climb the dark-scaled koopaling. Or more recently, for Iggy, try to amputate a limb or get inside of his brain. As for Roy... Well, Morton didn't want to end up in the infirmary like Junior. Ludwig was completely out of the question- he had much to do these days, it seemed. And he still had another day until he became king!

Wendy?
Maybe. ...Wait. Shit!
She's not even here! God fucking damn it!

Just then, his stomach growled loudly. Poking a claw at his large gut, he growled back even louder.
"Damn, I am hungry! And do I mean hungry! Shit! How long has it been since I ate? Almost two hours? Man!"
At this he changed his direction toward the nearest kitchen. He stomped and cursed loudly, hoping to get some reaction from the servants he passed on the way. But no such luck. Finally, he made it to his destination and opened the refrigerator in one harsh movement.

"Alright! Let's see what we've got here... One Fungus-Up left? Well, sorry, Iggster, but it's mine now! And what else..."

"Prince Morton?"

Jolted by the sudden acknowledgement, he turned his attention toward a young magikoopa standing at one of the counters. Her hood was off of her head, revealing dark red hair with purple streaks pulled into two uneven braids. Her large yellow eyes were framed by black glasses, and he was able to spot a band-aid across her left check.

"Janelle? Hey, it really is you!"
The large prince laughed a bit, grabbing the first thing he could out of the refrigerator- a slice of chocolate cake covered with strawberry glaze- shut the door with his foot, and then walked over to his old friend.
"Man, it has been awhile, hasn't it?" He began his usual rambling as she smiled quietly, switching her gaze every so often from him to the cookbooks she had laid out across the counter. "Are you here to see Old Man Kamek? What is he, your great-grand father or something? Oh, that's right! Where's your brother? The two of you used to hang out with us all of the time, but now I never see either of you anymore!"

Janelle simple smiled back as Morton rambled on for some time about everything, and yet nothing in particular. It wasn't until she paused for breath that she put any response to all of the questions in words.
"It seems you don't remember. Judas and I were both assigned by our late king to serve Queen Wendy..." A sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head slightly. "...Queen Wendy. It seems so unreal!"

Morton laughed loudly at the name. "She's an old hag now!"

"Well, we're not that far behind her in age," the magikoopa giggled a bit.

"Oh, not cool, Janelle," Morton gasped. "I'm older than you! Does that make me an old man?"

"Only by a matter of months!"

"Whatever! I'm not an old man, you know! I am in my prime, dammit!" After saying this, he took a large bite of his cake. He pointed at it as though to offer her a piece. She kindly refused and lowered her gaze at one of the cookbooks. "Suit yourself," she was able to make out through his mouth full of food.

"Anyway," she changed the subject, "the reason I'm here is to fetch some of these cookbooks. Your sister doesn't particularly enjoy the recipes we have stored over in the Water World Castle, so she assigned me to come here and pick out the best ones to bring back."

Morton swallowed before replying, "That sounds just like her! So, has she said anything about coming to visit us anytime soon? I mean, surely she's not going to let this Queenie stuff get to her head! She can't forget about her brothers, can she? Especially me! I mean, I must be her favorite little brother!"

"Actually, she will arrive here in the morning."

"What, really? That's awesome!"

"Yes. She will be in the audience for the Coronation... King Ludwig... It seems so unreal!"

"He's an old geezer now!"

Janelle giggled a bit more as she closed the books and stacked a couple of them on top of one another.
"Well, I think I've found what I need... But there is someone that I must see before I leave."

"Oh, really? But I was having so much fun talking with you! No one ever wants to talk to me lately!"

"I'm sorry, Prince Morton... But do you know where Prince Roy is?"

Morton groaned loudly. Of course she wants to see one of those idiot brothers of mine! Everyone wants to see someone but me! What is so fucking wrong with me?
"Fine, I'll take you to his room! Man, and here I thought I had found someone to chat with!"

"I'm sorry, Prince Morton."

"It's fine, dammit! I'm kind of freaking used to it. I mean, since King Dad died it's like no one even knows I'm here! ...Don't no body touch my cake! Or my pop! I'll be right back!"

He continued his angry rambling the entire walk to Roy's bedroom. Janelle almost felt sorry for upsetting him. Almost. But for as long as she could remember, he had always been that way. Never shutting up, absurdly short temper...
Must run in the family. His sister can be quite the same way...
But that doesn't matter right now. I really do need to see that dimwitted older brother of theirs...

"Roy!" Morton pounded his fist loudly on the carmine-tinted door when they reached their destination. "Hey! Bro! Open the fuck up! You have a visitor, you lucky little son of a bitch! Roooooooooy!"

The door slammed open, knocking Morton over. As if that weren't already enough, Roy glared at him on the ground before a moment then proceeded to drag him to his younger brother to his feet by his arm.
"Do ya have to be so loud ya damn moron?"
"Well, to get your attention, I have..."
"I didn't give ya permission to say anything!"
"But you asked a question, so I really..."
"Shut up!"

Janelle tilted her head in the slightest bit of annoyance as she watched the two brothers duel. Of course, it didn't last long at all. Roy punched Morton twice- once in the stomach and once in the face- and then Morton yelled about how Roy was keeping him from his snack. The younger brother then ran off, and Roy groaned in annoyance. He stepped back into his room and nearly slammed the door until he remembered just what caused this little event. Turning his head back, he noticed Janelle for the first time.

"Well, look who it is!"

"Hello, Prince Roy..."

"Stop bein' so formal," he laughed deeply for a bit before leading her into the room. It was littered with work out equipment and empty bottles and smelled of sweat and alcohol. She scanned the various posters- some with quotes relating to determination and the like and some of muscular figures, both male and female- that were hanging on his dark puce wall. "Ya know to just call me by my name," he stated as he shut the door behind them.

She waited until she heard the door click until she replied. "Yeah, but I've got a reputation to live up to while others are watching, you dumbass."

"Hey now," he smirked as he quickly pulled her robe over her head and pushed her onto his bed, letting out a low growl, "no one gets away with callin' me a dumbass."

"Oh, really now?" She smirked back as her body sank slightly into the mattress. She took in the scent of his body that came off from the unmade sheets as she stretched her limbs. "And just what are you going to do about it, hm?"

He crawled over top of her, stabilizing himself above her with his arms and legs, the smirk never leaving his face. "I think I might have to punish ya a bit..."

"You know this isn't what I came for, right?" She protested weakly as his head lowered and he began to kiss at her neck.

"Do ya think I fuckin' care," he asked in a husky voice. "I haven't had my way with ya in some time."

"Well, you certainly don't take your time, do you?"

"Babe, why should I? It's not like anyone's watchin'!"

Janelle closed her eyes, taking in every touch, every smell, every sound. It really had been far too long since she had been so close to Roy. Their relationship had always been kept secret from others, meaning they had not many moments like this. But they became even further since Wendy's engagement to Otur. To her, that made every moment with him special. The sound of his voice, raucous. His scent, sweat mixed with cologne. The best of it all, though, was the way his kisses felt on her neck, her cheeks, her arms...

Riiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiing.

"Oops, there goes your cell phone," Janelle laughed a little awkwardly.
Riiiiiiiing.
"Aren't you going to answer that...?"
"They can fuckin' wait."

Riiiiiiiing.
Riiiiiiiing.
Hey, it's Roy. I'm too busy to talk right now, so ya just leave a message and I might get around to it. But if you leave a stupid one I'll beat ya! Haha! So, uh... yeah. Just leave a message. Or whatever.
Beep!

"...Stupid bro! Ignoring me? I'll show you tomorrow!"
Wendy then ended her message, sighing in anger.
How dare he not answer me? Some big brother he is! Whatever... I mean, I'm too busy to talk to him right now, anyway! ...At least I have to act like it.

Placing her hands on her hips, she stared out to the ocean. She was supposed to be readying herself for the ride to Darkland, but right now she simply didn't look forward to the trip. Of course she was looking forward to being home for the short time. Never had the shores of Water World seem so foreign to her as they did now.

But the kingdom she would be visiting wasn't the one she remembered. She knew this, and it made her feel, in a word, helpless. Home was where her dad was, both encouraging and scolding her and her brothers for 'being mean', as they often said. Home was were she and her brothers didn't have to do anything but fight Mario every once in awhile and keep from killing one another. Home was nothing but a memory.

Damn it... This is not what I want!

Fighting back tears, she knelled down onto her knees and stuck one of her claws in the sand. She was never the artistic type, and it showed. But after some time she managed to draw nine figures in the ground. Her family. She stepped back and smiled at her work for several minutes, allowing herself to become lost in memories.
But reality is a bitch, and so is the tide. Tears finally fell as she watched the water come and go several times, erasing the images one by one.

Wendy mumbled to no one in particular, "I hate you."

This is my longest chapter yet... also, it was rather weird to write Roy in a 'sexy' situation like that... I'm a Ludwig fangirl, after all, and my idea of sexy is quite different... Gah, whatever! Please review and let me know what you think. Reviews keep me motivated, something I need given my crazy schedule! =p