A/N I am incredibly sorry for being *cough one month cough* late. But do not fear, I will try my hardest to make sure that updates are way more frequent from now on :) Eh not sure how I feel about this chapter though..So, I have gotten views for this story from Norway and other international places, and let me just say that I fangirled so hard because INTERNATIONAL PEOPLE ARE READING THIS STORY OK.

Thanks to: Silver the 13th: LOL well not to fear, Zelink will most definitely be in this story ;) OTPS 5 evaa: WOO OTPS. I will keep those in mind :) Guest: Thanks for reviewing 3 times! I'm glad you enjoy this XD shikeeeeee YAY FOR SEXY COUPLES. ehem..Ah so sorry but there will be no shike in here :,( le creys.

Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Meta Knight, Kirby, Dreamland, or ANYTHING. Except Kirby voodoo dolls ;) JK I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. YAY FOR NINTENDO.

ONWARDS!

Ah the Halberd. How Meta Knight loved his flying home. It was a calm day in the skies of Dream Land, and Meta Knight was content just sitting in the bridge watching the clouds, sipping his cup of coffee and enjoying all the joys life had to offer. Now, usually you wouldn't see the menacing masked creature so zen. It was completely out of character for the flying knight to be so happy and carefree and just overall life loving. Now, what could be the reason for this sudden mood swing? It was simple really. Kirby. Kirby was the reason for Meta Knight's strange behavior. Kirby, the lovable pink eating machine. Where is Kirby, you ask? Kirby is gone.

Meta Knight laughed loudly at the thought. The pink monster was gone. Poof. He almost couldn't believe his luck. You see, Meta Knight wasn't exactly fond of the pink ball. To put it simply, Meta Knight hated the thing. It had all started years and years ago when Nintendo had first introduced Kirby to Meta Knight. As per usual, Meta Knight was his mysterious, I'm-so-creepy-but-cool-and-you-know-it self, and Kirby, well Kirby was Kirby. He had shook Meta Knight's hand enthusiastically before searching the entirety of the Halberd for any eatable products. Meta Knight's duties were simple really. Be a rival to Kirby, help him when needed and attack him when provoked. It was going to be fun. That is, until Kirby had thrown a temper tantrum at the fact that the Halberd lacked even the simplest of delicacies, (Hey, Meta Knight couldn't have cakes lying around, he had an image for goodness sake), and when Kirby got mad, he got mad. And when Kirby got mad he inhaled. A lot. And one of the things Kirby happened to inhale in the midst of his rampage happened to be Meta Knight's mask. Meta Knight had been exposed.

It wasn't exactly a fond memory. Since then, Meta Knight had kept his distance from Kirby, only swooping in at random times to assist the blob, then swooping out just as fast. After the incident, Meta Knight had been even more secluded and creepy, keeping to his ship as much as possible. That is, until Kirby left. He had left for a tournament; Meta Knight was informed, involving the greatest fighters in the galaxies. For the shortest of times, Meta Knight had been wounded at the fact that he of all people hadn't been invited, but then it had hit him. Kirby was gone. Life was good again. Meta Knight would spend his days as he was doing now, staring out the window and being totally out of character, often watching Kirby's tournaments on his giant screen, laughing whenever the poor blob got pummeled. But then came the day Kirby came back, and Meta Knight spiraled back into his pit of despair, drowning his sorrows with inhuman amounts of ginger ale.

Then the faithful day came. The day when Kirby was once more invited to a tournament and had left once again and Meta Knight had become the happiest flying masked creature to ever live.

Meta Knight sighed blissfully as he flipped through a book curiously titled: "Hobbies to pursue when the evil pink blob in your life has disappeared." It was a great read. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his musings of page 76, ("Your ship too bland? Two words. Redecorate!"), as a sharp knock was heard from the Halberd's entrance. How strange.

Meta Knight immediately put his book down and swooped to the entrance. Now, who would possibly visit him when the Halberd was flying at altitudes that touched the clouds? With a shrug, Meta Knight swung the door open and was stunned as a burst of cool air pushed him back and crashing into the nearest wall. The roaring of the wind was soon shut off as someone slammed the door shut, muttering something about unsafe altitudes.

"Who's there?" Meta Knight said gravely, trying to pick up what was left of his dignity. "I demand you leave now or a grave punishment will-"

"Oh hush! Who flies their dang ship this high anyways? I heard that you were crazy, but not this crazy." A voice boomed, as Meta Knight unwillingly cringed. Crazy? Who said he was crazy? Maybe a bit paranoid, but definitely not crazy!

"Sir, I demand that-" Meta Knight started again, only to be cut off as he gaped at the figure that had appeared before him. It was a hand. Quite simply, a gloved hand. How strange.

"Why is it so dark in here? Wow, you would never think that you and Kirby were from the same planet, let alone galaxy!" The hand muttered as it spun full circle, taking in the slight gloominess of the Halberd. Meta Knight hissed at the mention of Kirby's name.

"Who are you and what are you doing here." Meta Knight said menacingly, his hands slowly reaching for the sword on his back.

"Oh how rude of me! I guess I was just a bit intrigued by your, er, style…." The hand said, staring indignantly at a voodoo doll that resembled a bright pink ball…

"I was going to redecorate.." Meta Knight muttered, before being cut off once again by the hand.

"Anyways! Putting your lack of style behind us, I am Master Hand! I'm sure you've heard a lot about me from Kirby, and I am here to invite you, Meta Knight, to Nintendo's new franchise, Super Smash Bros Brawl!' Master Hand said exuberantly, watching Meta Knight's reaction with curiosity.

"Kirby? Is this the tournament he keeps running off to? No. No way. I refuse." Meta Knight said, his usually cold eyes now lathered with fear. Kirby had just left; there was no way in heck that Meta Knight was going to see him again, by choice. The memory of his mask being inhaled off struck his mind again and he shuddered. He had been exposed. To the pink ball of all people.

Master Hand sighed deeply. "You see, you' don't exactly have a choice in this." With that being said Master Hand plucked the usually calm and collected Meta Knight, (who was now screaming at his Kirby voodoo dolls) and dropped him from the Halberd.

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Kirby swore he heard a screaming in his ears as he sat outside the Mansion with the other Brawlers. He shrugged. Probably just his imagination….

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A/N So what do you think? Review please :) I have nothing against Meta Knight btw, he is amazingly creepy ;)