Chapter Two: Brotherly Hate
By the time Fumu made it up to the top of the tower, Marx was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is he?" She though aloud, "He can't have just disappeared!"
Little did she know, somebody was watching her from under the bed.
Holy NOVA… Marx thought to himself from his hiding place, Kirby is here?! Of all the places in Gamble Galaxy, I just had to stumble into the place he lives in, didn't I?! Think Marx… How can I get out of here?
His train of thought was interrupted when Fumu jumped onto the bed, sitting on the edge. The sudden movement above Marx's head caused the little jester to yell out in shock.
Fumu, upon hearing Marx, cried out as well, hopping off the bed and stumbling backwards into the dresser.
"Marx?! What are you doing under the bed?!"
Marx, without an excuse, made one up.
"Uh… I… My ball rolled under! Yeah. Yeah, that's it."
Fumu instantly found the plot-hole.
"You left your ball downstairs, Marx, when you rushed up here."
If Fumu could see Marx's face at that moment. He was blushing bright red as he realised his blunder. It was much a contrast to his purple fur and green eyes.
"I-I did? I did! Yeah… th-that must why I can't find it!"
He slid out of under the bed and shook himself to get the dust off.
Fumu looked at him with sympathy in her eyes.
"You… You're scared of Kirby, aren't you?"
Marx looked away, his eyes fading from green to grey.
"No… W-what makes you think that? He… He just a pink puff who wouldn't hurt a fly! I-I have no reason to be afraid!"
Fumu soon realised that he wouldn't admit at anything, and so decided to ask a different kind of question.
He and Meta Knight seem to know each other quite well… maybe they're related?
"Okay… Are you and Meta Knight brothers by any chance? "
Marx looked back at her, his eyes returning to their usual violet colour as he raised an eyebrow at this strange question.
"What?"
Fumu suddenly realised that this question on its own made no sense, and so rushed to create an explanation.
"It's just that you seem to know a lot about each other, and it seems like you have a bit of a brotherly hate for each other."
"No," Marx answered, "I used to work here as the court jester, and so I got to know him a bit. I mean, I'm not even a Ponyan; I'm a Noddy… cross with a couple of other things. He doesn't like me, that's all."
"Maybe because you used to be one of Kirby's enemies." Fumu muttered under her breath, looking away.
"What was that?!" Marx snapped.
"Nothing! Nothing. I said nothing." Fumu exclaimed, slightly sweating in fear. She didn't want to anger the little puffball; those fangs looked like they belonged to a canine.
"Listen, sister," Marx hissed, approaching her. His eyes narrowed and started to glow a red colour similar to Meta Knight's when he got angry. Fumu started walking backwards, bumping into the dresser.
"I don't know what they told you about me, but it was all a lie. They don't know anything about me. And they never will. So get your nose out of my business before somebody gets hurt."
Fumu bolted towards the door, terrified.
"AND STAY OUT!" She heard Marx call after her as she ran down the stairs as fast as her legs would carry her. She ran blindly, not caring where she would end up. Her heart was pounding. She hadn't meant to anger him.
When she got to the bottom, she bumped into something metal.
"Whoa there, Fumu-chan." Blade Knight giggled. "What's the rush?"
Fumu, panting heavily, suddenly realised that there was nothing to be afraid of. She was in a castle filled to the brim with guards and, most importantly, Kirby. Marx couldn't do much to hurt her, not when she had Meta Knight by her side.
"I-it was nothing," She told the older female, "Just a little brotherly hate."