Wow, It's like at first, not very much in the other chapters and then BOOM! Heheh hope you like!

Kirby grunted softly in anger as he watched his counterpart walk off with Dark Meta knight. "Oh, I

hate him and I mean that!" Meta knight groaned as he slid to the ground leaning up against my

leg. "Cool it MK, Master hand said that he'll keep you two apa-" "Just because he says he'll keep

us apart doesn't mean Dark Meta knight isn't going to find a way to torture me to death." Meta

knight looked up at me with a tense gaze in his eyes. "Hey, it'll be okay, I promise." I knelt slowly

and wrapped an arm around him, he looked up at me upside down, as he was facing outward and

not towards me. I wrapped my other arm around him as well, lightly hugging him. He let out a

deep sigh and blinked up at me, "Easy for you to say, isn't like you can make him disappear into

thin air." I couldn't help but grin, Meta has this thing where he can get WHATEVER he wants,

without even taking off his mask. He can just be so darn cute when he's upset or tired. He knows

who his charm works on and who he needs other methods to get something. It basically works on

everyone in the mansion but most of the poke`mon, (Minus Jiggilypuff and Lucario as they're

sentient and will completely fall for him if he puts up a good enough act) and Yoshi, as he can't

really understand anyone. But really, he doesn't really like to charm anyone by those means, he's

just an all around gentleman to everyone and they wind up loving him, he's secretive and doesn't

like to be around others much, but he's so polite to everyone he meets you might have a hard

time believing he doesn't like someone. Anyways, I rubbed his head lightly and shook my head.

"Well, I can't do that, but I can help you out." He turned to face me and sighed again, "I just hope

you can help me Marth. He leaned a little on my side. I suddenly felt a quick jolt of pain, and bit

down too on my lip to rid my foot of it. Meta knight has a habit of standing on my foot, it's his way

of "Hugging" me on a regular basis. I will admit, it does kind of hurt, but not bad. He's not very

social, even with me, and I'm the guy's best friend.

As I put him down again, Dark Meta knight and Master hand walked back our way, anyone could

tell Meta knight was ready to strangle Master hand (By the wrist). Dark Meta knight walked up to

Meta knight and leaned way close into his face. "So how are you go- Meta knight," He asked as if

half surprised and half happy, like he found a way to make fun of Meta knight "What?" Meta knight

asked, a little curtly, I would've too, that little demon could drive anyone mad. "A-are you wearing. .

. .perfume?" he asked sounding like he was ready to laugh. Meta knight looked down at himself a

little worried. Out of all the Brawlers, I will tell the truth, Meta knight must be the most vain. He

constantly wants to leave a good impression on everyone. He spends the time that he's not

brawling, training, and taking care of Kirby making sure he looks good. When he's not fighting he

likes to wear cologne, but it actually smells pretty good, kinda like roses. "W-W-why? I-is there

something wrong with it?" He asked nervously looking down at himself. "You smell like flowers!

Haha! Nice Metanna! I'm right after all now aren't I?" He laughed with a sick gloating giggle in his

tone. Meta knight, seeing how self-conscious he is, was greatly troubled, and very worried about

how his appearance was. He lowered his head and looked at the ground more, he backed up into

my foot and wound up standing on it again, but this time I wasn't expecting it. I was ready to get

down and give that little devil a sucker punch right across the mask. So I was surprised and not

ready for the pressure on my foot, "OW!" I yelped. Meta knight was most likely expecting me to be

ready, and stumbled back. I wound up tripping over him and falling over backwards. I

accidentally, um, sort of wound up kicking him in the head. But it was an accident! Honest! Ike,

Lucario, Ganondorf, Snake, and Bowser who had fallen half asleep snickered at the two of us; we

had made complete and total fools of ourselves. I. . . don't really care when I make an idiot of

myself. But, like I've said, Meta knight is a completely different person than I am. He was glowing

red under his mask. Dark Meta knight walked over and spoke in his sickening mocking voice.

"Aw, did I make Metty feel bad because he's a sissy girl?" That earned him a punch in the mask.

And me a light nuzzle into my leg. I was pretty sick of Dark Meta knight already and got up as best

I could (Seeing how Meta was stuck to my leg) and pointed my sword at him, "Leave him alone or

I'll get Master hand and you'll be in for it." I snarled in anger, no one, no one at all, makes fun of

my pal Meta knight and lives, mostly because he gets 'em, but I do my share as well. Dark Meta

knight gave me this look like "Whatever" and walked away. Meta knight as I must have said fifty

times, would never do something like that. He has manners, maybe too many, but enough! Gee

whiz, I see why he hates him! I could see him curtsy like a girl and skip around. He made sure

that we could hear him. He nearly yelled it, "Lalalalalalala, I'm Metanna the princess! And I wear

perfume and I'm soooooooo girly and DITSY!!!!" He said it heightening his voice so he sounded

very feminine. Meta knight was blazing hot with fury, and was ready to storm over there and really

give it to him. I. . .didn''t have much luck pulling him into the other room. But hey, I did manage to

keep him from blacking out both of his eyes. By the time I pulled him out of that little fight, he was

wiped out, had a black eye, was limping, and was very, very embarrassed. He was shaking and

looked extremely upset. "Wanna ride on my shoulders?" I asked bending down, he nodded, still

looking at the ground a little. He climbed on and rested his head on my neck lightly. I walked out

of the room, holding to his little body. I went into my room and locked the door. Meta knight would

definitely need some medical care, so I went over to my closet and looked around for the first aid

kit. We all get one in the room we stay in. As I walked back over to Meta knight, he had his head

lowered, and was knocking his feet together. "You okay?" I asked sitting down next to him on my

bed. He didn't answer, he looked up and sighed at me, and then looked back down at his feet

again. "You know, I think you have every right to dislike him, he's just a nasty little devil." I said

putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me again with his black eye tightly closed. As he

took off his mask, he seemed so quiet, so ashamed, so. . .sad. I took out an icepack from the

freezer in my room and placed it on the pitch black skin that made a ring around his eye. "That a

little better?" I asked tying it around his head gently. "Yeah." He whispered leaning on my side. His

face was as cute as ever, but he looked so terribly sad, that it may have even added to his cute

factor. Of course you'd feel even more sorry for him. I picked him up and placed him lengthwise

on my bed so I could open the door and stop Kirby's loud whines to be let in. Once he was let in

he ceased, then he climbed up and on to Meta knight's lap. Meta knight looked at Kirby who was

grinning a little and stroked his cheek softly, his good eye suddenly looked concerned instead of

sad, and then surprised and sad again, "Oh Kirby! Y-you didn't. . . " I was confused at first, but

then I saw Kirby had a cut down his eye, which was tightly closed as well. It wasn't blacked out,

but it must have hurt even more. "Poyo" Was Kirby's answer. He grinned brightly and hugged his

father's white glove. "Aw Meta, he went to get him back for you." I smiled sitting down again,

forgetting the door was a bit open. Kirby giggled and pointed into the hallway. Dark Meta knight

was walking, more like limping by. His armour was even more battered, and he looked like he was

just fighting a monster. He breathed heavily. As he looked into the room with a cut on one eye and

a bruise on the other ( I couldn't think of another eye injury that's practical) and turned away,

anger simmering on his skin. He was not very happy about getting whopped, and this would add

to our troubles.