SJ: -Stares at long list of reviews from past two chapters- …Holy sweet cookies of a fuzzlemuff! XD –Feels luffed-
Marth: -Blinks at SJ- Holy sweet cookies of a…what?
Nothing. –Waves hand dismissively with a grin- You'll use it soon too, Marthy-boy, don't worry. XDD
Marth: …Erm…
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Whee…XD Now; time for the chapter! (Beware…it's rather long. AND FLUFFOMGNOWAYTHEWHOLEWORLDISGOIINGINSANE!!!110eleven –BOOM-)
Disclaimer: I don't own SSBM or any of the characters. I only own some of the plots of the chapters…-Sweatdrops-
Enjoy! –Wanders off to read Athrun x Cagalli (Gundam Seed Destiny) fluff-
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Title: 'Clean Up'
Couple: Samarth
Summary: It's Samus' turn to clean the Smasher Mansion's attic. Marth helps her. Chaos issues. 'Accidents' happen.
Dedicated to Empress Caroline of Tamaran
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Samus Aran is grumpy.
Not her usual 'I'm-grumpy-because-I-didn't-get-enough-sleep-because-Bowser-snores-too-loudly-in-the-room-next-to-me' kind of grumpy, oh no, no, no it's nothing like that. (Smacking Roy always helps her cheer up during these kind of situations.)
…It's more like, 'I-can't-believe-I-have-to-sacrifice-my-dignity-for-something-like-this' grumpy. (Yes…that kind of grumpy.)
Why, might you ask, is our favorite bounty hunter grumpy?
Because it's her turn to do the forbidden. Her turn to sacrifice her whole day in doing the ultimate task that none dare to do. To risk her very life for all of Smasher Mansion, and…
…in other words, she has to clean the attic.
Yes, you heard me.
Clean.
"Stupid chores…" she mutters as she yanks down the stairs from the top of the ceiling, coughing as dust flutters about as the door opens. She blinks the dust out of her eyes, and is about to ascend when she spots something move upstairs.
Mice.
A lot of mice.
Tell me again, why I stay at this stupid Mansion?
Her eye twitches and for a moment she's tempted to go back and get her suit on—maybe even 'hunt' some of those evil little minions up there when she does.
But she doesn't have the time to as somebody pokes her in the back and says, "Sam-chan, why aren't you moving?"
She narrows her eyes and glances back to glare at the sight of the 'charming' Marth Lowell, her eye twitching at the sight of his smiling (yet cute) face.
Oh yeah. He's here.
She had—though she would've never admit it—almost forgotten Marth was going to be helping her with cleaning the attic, too. Why, she didn't know, (it wasn't even his turn!) but she knows it's going to be hard to ignore him if he goes around poking her…with a broom.
"Because, you dolt," she growls, swatting his broom away with her duster, "I don't even know if these stairs are stable!"
He smiles, comfortingly. "Ah, don't worry about that. Last week they were stable; there's no reason why they can't be stable now!" he says, in all his 'early-riser' optimism.
Samus stares at him. How can anybody be happy in the morning?
Then she snaps out of her stupor and steps to the side, shooting him a flat look and saying, "Then you go up first."
"Eh?" he blinks, rather stupidly, as if not hearing her correctly.
She scowls and points up at the stairs, waving her duster for emphasis, yet only making more dust rise in the air. "You go up first…since you're so confident about it!"
He continues to stare at her, blankly. She glares back, her grumpiness growing to the heights of, 'I-will-kill-any-person-who-talks-to-me'. Slowly…slowly…almost there, andddd…
"Okay," he agrees, shrugging and walking past her, going up each step easily as if they didn't look like they would fall apart at the lightest touch of a foot.
And, before she even knows it, he's at the top, bent down and looking down at her, waiting for her to come up as well. Just like that.
He…he…cheated, Samus thinks stubbornly to herself, glaring from the blue-haired prince to the rackety stairs, sourly. He must've jumped when I blinked or something…y-yeah, that's it!
Yet somehow her idea doesn't comfort her.
"C'mon Sam-chan, we have a lot of work to do!" Marth calls down to her, frowning. When she still doesn't move, he adds, "The stairs are fine! You're lighter than me, so just come up already!"
"Shut-up!" she snaps back. "I'll take my time, thank-you very much!"
He frowns at her, beginning to start again, "Sam-chan, you might not want to—"
But she silences him with a swift glare, and, once she's content enough with his defeated sigh, she takes a step forward, her foot landing determinedly on the first step.
I'll show him, the monkey-climbing-stairs fuzzlemuff!
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"Um…Sam-chan, where should I put the broom?"
"The broom? Oh, I know! How about right up your—"
"Nevermind. I'll just put it on the floor."
She scowls, glaring furiously at him while holding her red (luckily not purple) nose. He sweatdrops, trying not to look TOO frightened at the glare, and turns away from her, stiffly, as he remembers what happened just moments before.
Samus had fallen…fallen up the stairs.
And he…well…he…
Dear Goddesses of Altea, I laughed at her!
He bites his lip. It hadn't been like he wanted to laugh at her! He couldn't have helped the small chuckle that escaped his lips at the sight of her shocked expression once she hit the steps…it had been too funny.
…But you didn't have to ignore her when she almost broke her nose, Marth.
Guiltily, he looks back at her, and tries to make amends by asking in a soft, worried tone, "Sam-chan…? How's your nose do—"
"Clear the damn boxes away, Lowell," she interrupts, coldly, "or else I'll blast them away! And you along with them!"
And with that, she stomps past him, purposely hitting her shoulder against his—hard—and without letting him finish his question.
He sighs, hanging his head.
…I knew it couldn't be that easy.
"Then again…nothing is easy when it comes to Sam-chan," he murmurs to himself, lowly, raising a hand to rub his aching head as he feels a headache coming on, and…
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU INCONSIDERATE MORON?"
She whirls around to face him, flames sprouting behind her in an unmistakable hint that she's pissed. He immediately backs up (how did she hear me…?), wide-eyed, and curses the fact that the attic door is shut, taking away his only escape route.
Leaving Samus and him alone.
In the attic.
…With nobody around.
Oh boy.
He feels he heat rush to his face as a little mini-Roy appears in his mind, grinning like a fool, and chanting, "Marthy-boy and Sam-chan, alone in the attic…K-I-S-S-I-N-G…first comes a broom, then comes a coffin, and then poor Marthy-boy won't get lucky! Ain't that a shame, ain't that a pity…? Lalalalala…hahaha!"
And with that, the mini-Roy disappears, snickering.
Marth sighs; relieved and thankful all his troubles are over (well, almost all of his troubles).
…Then a picture of him kissing Samus pops into his mind—courtesy of mini-Roy, of course—and chaos returns.
Ten-fold.
Stupid perverted baka! He thinks, furiously, shaking his head to get the image of him and Samus kissing out of his head. S-Stupid Roy! Sam-chan's going to think I'm thinking bad thoughts about her! And then she'll…
A huge box, full of plushies, flies by his head, and he squeaks, almost falling over as they barely pass him. The box smacks into a wall, plushies flying everywhere, and he winces when a doll lands on his head.
…try to kill me with plushies?
He frowns, and pulls off the plushie, throwing it aside.
"Marth is a girl!" it squeaks out when it hits a box, making the prince whirl around with a confused expression.
"What?" he stares, bewildered. "How can a doll say something like—"
BAM!
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Triumph. Lots and lots of triumph.
It swells inside her as she sees Marth sway, a bump growing on his head, and little stars dancing around his head. She can almost see the words "K.O" above his head already, and a bit of her anger lifts as she resists to do the peace sign.
Victory!
She grins, and pats the box full of dictionaries (don't ask) while calling out to the prince, "Learnt your lesson yet, Marthy-boy?" The lesson that teaches you NEVER to laugh at Samus Aran?
He looks back at her, rubbing the bump, and for a second he looks angry, beginning to growl something in Japanese at her. She doesn't hear him.
"What?" she calls to him, her eyes narrowing. "What did you just say, Lowell?"
"I said: why on EARTH would you throw a BOOK at me?!" he cries, shaking the dictionary wildly. "You killed off half my brain cells!"
Samus' eyebrow twitches; Marth's eyes narrow.
Great.
Another argument.
"You don't even have a brain, idiot!" she barks at him, angrily.
"You'd be surprised, Sam-chan! My brain's probably bigger than yours!" he counters, grinning childishly as a mixture of shock and fury appears on her face.
"WHAT?" she shrills, her voice going to a new high-pitch. She glares at him, and growls, "You better take that back you stupid moron of a fuzzlemuff, or else I swear I'll throw this book at you so hard…"
She pulls her arm back to demonstrate, another dictionary—this time a hardcover—in her hand. He stares back at her, defiantly, and she's surprised to see that he has a smirk on his face.
"You're probably not even fast enough," he says, not looking very frightened at all. Then, after thinking about it, he adds, trying to sound snobbish to spite her, "You were just lucky you caught me off guard, that's all."
He gets the reaction he wants as her face turns a dark red, and he grins, remembering what Link had told him about the bounty hunter (the elf was one of Samus' long-time friends and practically knew everything about her).
Always poke at her ego. It works charms.
"So it does," he murmurs in agreement, smiling when Samus bellows a cry and chucks the book at him, issuing a full-out war.
…But that smile fades as he sees the boxes above her sway and begin to tumble.
Crap!
"Sam-chan, the boxes…" he starts, but the rest of his words are drowned out as he dodges the dictionary with a yelp, momentarily forgetting that it had been flying at him.
As for the boxes, well…
…they start falling, like an avalanche, on top of the bounty hunter.
But in a last-minute attempt to 'protect' Samus from the wrath that was falling cardboard boxes, he pushes off from his back feet and leaps at her, hands outstretched, body flying forward…
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THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP—THUD.
"What was that?" Master Hand asks, turning around to look up at the ceiling, suspiciously (if he could 'look' suspiciously, anyway). "What are Samus and Marth doing in the attic?"
Roy's eyes immediately flash with mischief. "I know! I bet Marth finally got Samus to…OW!" he whimpers as Peach glares at him, her fist raised warningly. Link takes this chance to step up and explain.
"A few boxes must've just dropped," he supplies, grinning meekly. "Nothing wrong with that if they're going to clean it up, right?"
"Hmm…I don't know…" Master Hand merely floats there for a moment, as if thinking it over. Then he flexes his fingers and says, "Maybe Mewtwo should go check on them. Just to make sure that they're—"
Why must I go? The Pokemon interrupts, sounding annoyed. Its purple eyes open to look at the confused faces of its fellow Smashers, and it says flatly, There is nothing going on up there—just like the elf said. At feeling Master Hand begin to protest, it stresses, I can sense it.
Master Hand doesn't seem convinced. "I still think you should go, M—"
"AHHHHHHH! MASTER HAND, PEACH IS TRYING TO KILL ME!"
…Thank the Great Fairies! Link thinks in relief for a distraction, blinking as he sees Roy and Peach flailing their arms at each other, Peach's 'pan of DOOM' in her hand.
"ONLY BECAUSE HE TRIED TO LOOK UP MY DRESS!"
"WHAT? NO WAY! I'M A GENTLEMAN! YOU'RE A PSYCHOTIC WOMAN!"
"TAKE THAT BACK, YOU PIG! HYAAAAHHH!"
CRASH!
"—HHH…ah?"
"Look at what you did, Pinky! You broke Master Hand's favorite CHINA!"
"N-No I didn't! It was…it was your fault! MASTER HAND, ROY BROKE YOUR CHINA!"
"LIES! PINKY BROKE IT! NOT ME!"
"SHUT-UP, YOU—EEK!"
Apparently Master Hand had already left. The others can only watch as the floating hand flexes its fingers and makes booms explode everywhere around Roy and Peach, bellowing, "YOU BOTH GET TO PAY FOR THAT!"
Link turns away from the sight and smiles at Mewtwo. "Thanks for playing along."
The Pokemon shoots him a wry look, and, to his surprise, smirks, looking 'cool as a cucumber' as Roy would say.
…Who's playing along?
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Mind rebooting…80…90……100…registering surroundings. Error. Nothing but darkness.
She twitches, her eyes slowly fluttering open only to be greeted by black.
"What…?" she murmurs, blinking wearily. She shifts around, only to feel something on top of her—or rather somebody.
Registering fact that figure is on body. 50…55…60…78…90…100. Error. Cannot counter fact; armor is not currently equipped. Error, error, error, error, error—
The person on top of her shifts around, groaning a little, and she freezes, her mind going blank and her body stiffening.
Her face flushes as she feels hot breath on her ear, and a whisper of her classic nickname, "Sam-chan…"
—ERROR! Heart rate increasing to critical levels. WARNING! WARNING!
"…Marth?" she chokes out, wide-eyed. "W-What…w-why are you…"
She shuts her eyes, taking in a deep breath and trying to get her common sense back, before trying to seek out Marth's face among the darkness, hopeful he couldn't see her blushing face at the moment.
"Why are you on top of me?" she asks, thankful that her voice doesn't shake.
There's a moment of silence. She has to bite her lip to avoid screaming as she keeps on feeling his steady breath on her ear again and again…
"I wanted to make sure you were going to be okay," he finally murmurs, "when the boxes started falling. I'm sorry if I hurt you when I tackled you down…" He shifts around and she's incredibly flustered to feel the breath, warm and soothing, on her face as he whispers to her, worriedly, "Are you okay?"
WARNING! WARNING! COMMON SENSE DISAPPEARING! HEART POUNDING! WARNING! WARNING!
"Yeah," she mutters, softly, spotting a pair of violet eyes among the dark. "I'm okay now."
And she leans up, the same time he leans down.
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"ALRIGHT SMASHERS! WHO'S READY FOR SOME CLEANING?"
Groans and grumbles fill the air as the Smashers munch on their breakfast, all of them quite grumpy. Crazy Hand, ignoring this, flies above the table, screaming like he always does.
Only Samus and Marth, who sit quietly side-by-side, stay silent, not letting a single groan or whine escape their mouths.
"It's-a not my turn-a, is it?" Luigi asks, fearfully, remembering the last time it had been his turn—and the deadly encounter with Twinkletoes. Mario pats his hand comfortingly, sweatdropping while does so.
"If it's my turn, forget it," Roy snaps, chewing on his bread with newfound force. "Master Hand's already making me clean up all the bathrooms! I'm not cleaning up anything else!"
"I'd trade spots with you in a heartbeat, ketchup-head!" Peach says, shuddering a little. "I…I have to wash everybody's laundry. Do you know how sickening that is?"
As if on cue, Ganondorf and Bowser (who didn't even wear clothes) chuckle evilly, in such an evil way that only villains like them can chuckle. Peach glares at them, and cries pathetically, "SEE?!" but nobody really listens as they only complain about themselves.
Wiping her mouth with her napkin as she swallows her last piece of egg, Samus stands up, her chair screeching against the floor. The whole table quiets down to stare at her, puzzedly.
"We'll do it," she offers, calmly, ignoring the Smashers' stares.
Crazy Hand flies towards her, scaring Ness and making Pichu spill his drink over Nana and Popo. "AHH, IS THAT SO? BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WE', DEAREST SAMUS ARAN?"
"She means that both she and I will do it," Marth says, standing up beside Samus with a smile. "It's no bother to us. Right, Sam-chan?"
To everybody's even further confusion, she smiles. Yes. Smiles.
"Nah. Not really," she agrees, blushing a little when Marth's smile widens.
"WELL, WELL, WELL!" Crazy Hand laughs, and points towards the cupboard where the broom and dusters lay. "LOOKS LIKE LUIGI'S IN LUCK! GO ON YOU TWO; GO OFF AND CLEAN, AND DO WHATEVER ELSE YOU TWO DO!"
"Momma mia!" Luigi cries in relief—literally—while Mario pats him sympathetically.
Samus and Marth walk towards the cupboard, ignoring the Smashers' eyes as they gather their tools and walk towards the staircase, soon disappearing upstairs.
The whole table is quiet. Crazy Hand takes this as a cue to fly off, shrieking, "I WONDER WHERE MY ANTI-MARTH DOLL WENT TO?"
"Wow," is what Fox can choke out. "Who would've thought that the attic would bring people together?"
Link blinks and shoots Zelda secret smile, in which the princess returns; Roy's grumpy demeanor lifts, and he shoots Peach a suggestive look.
"Wanna take the next cleaning shift, Pinky?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
Peach's only reply was throwing an egg at him, which he tossed back at her, but winded up hitting Bowser, and a food fight started.
And Mewtwo, throughout the whole mess, merely sipped his tea quietly, smirking to himself as it to say three words.
I knew it.
+fin+