Author's note: Okay, first I would like to thank Wolf'sBreath92 and ChaoCream for reviewing! You made me so happy^-^! Anyway, this chapter was originally going to be two, but I merged it into one (they were too short). So, hopefully I get more (good) reviews! Oh, I almost forgot to mention that everything after this is told in Dee's POV and Simirror is a girl. Don't ask how I came to this decision about its gender.
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Broken and Restored
I sighed and looked in the mirror one last time before I went out. Two brown eyes stared back at me from a mouthless, yellow face. I stuck my orange paw out and straightened the mirror, since it had been crooked. I then sighed and wondered why everyone in my species looked exactly the same. It could be annoying when people came up to you, mistaking you for another of your kind. Especially if the one they're asking for isn't even your gender.
"Dee!" I heard a muffled voice coming from the door. I tried to make myself look cheerful as I swung the front door of my house open.
"Hello!" I sang. Simirror and Kirby stood in front of me, the latter holding a tissue box, "What's the matter?"
Kirby wiped his non-existent nose with a pink tissue. "Ribbon left…" He sobbed. I groaned in response. Ribbon had been visiting us, as she did every month. I couldn't see why Kirby cried every time she left. Of course, I never really knew her well. No, please don't mistake me for that MALE Waddle Dee that went on that journey with them. Just don't even go there.
"Omigod! You should see him whine about it!" Simirror laughed, "After all he's been through and this makes him cry!"
"Hey! Well, one of my friends just used me to try and take over the world, so I have lots to cry about!" Kirby defended himself. His sparkly blue eyes looked so determined that it was funny.
"Marx," I sighed. He was dead now, which probably should've been good. He really didn't deserve a second chance after trying to take over the world to cause chaos. He didn't seem like a bad person, though. Not that I cared.
"Yeah! I had to kill him!" Kirby complained, "That is SO uncool!"
Simirror frowned. Or, I think she did. I couldn't really tell since her mouth was hidden behind a scarf. "Can you even call him your friend? He wasn't very social."
"True." Kirby agreed. I nodded along with them. Though, for someone who wasn't social, everyone knew Marx's name even before the 'take over Pop Star using a giant wish granting clock/comet named Nova' thing. I can't tell you why.
"He wasn't all that bad though. I mean, he still helped me get a job at Kawasaki's restaurant." I felt suddenly like we were discussing pros and cons. Well, either way, this statement was true. Both Marx and I used to work in Dedede's castle (I was a maid, he was a jester). We talked sometimes and developed a loose friendship. So one day he told me about a job at Kawasaki's and I took it. We lost touch after that, but neither of us really minded.
"Oh! I remember that!" Kirby exclaimed, "You told me the whole story in detail, didn't you, Dee?"
I blushed. I'd almost forgotten about the childish crush I'd had on Marx. That was along time ago, though. "Okay, so what did you come over here for anyway?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Um," Kirby placed a pink paw on his chin, "I forget!"
Simirror rolled her eyes. "Of course you do," She turned to me, "Remember the pie you made for Meta Knight's birthday?"
"Oh!" I looked at the cherry pie sitting on my kitchen table, "Just a second!" I quickly retrieved the pie and handed it over to Kirby and Simirror.
"Cool!" Kirby opened his mouth to eat it but Simirror took it before he could.
"Alright, thanks Dee," Simirror looked at me happily, beginning to walk away. She grabbed Kirby's paw and dragged him along. I chuckled to myself and closed the door. Meta Knight's birthday was still a while away, but I'd made the pie in advance. It was always good to be prepared for everything. Sometimes you had to expect the unexpected, too.
It was at that moment, when I was deep in thought, that I remembered I had to go to work. I gasped and dashed out the door.
I was falling, falling from a cliff. I saw twizzies and bronto burts everywhere. I wasn't scared, though. I felt free and happy. I then saw a giant hole of darkness swallow me up. I screamed.
I woke up from my nap in the woods. I'd gone for a walk to beat my boredom on that day. Not that I was bored often, but it was after work and I wasn't needed for Meta Knight's birthday party preparations. I would've usually on a day like this gone home to clean the house, but you can't clean something that's already spotless. It was okay, though, the walk. It was nice until I got lost and fell asleep.
"Hey, little girl," I jumped and turned around to see Whispy Woods. He was a tall, old tree who ruled over the forest. His face was as big as me.
"Hi Whispy!"
He laughed a deep laugh. "There's a boy about your age who fainted around here." He suddenly looked grave.
"Who?" I asked. Was it someone I knew?
"I don't know. He isn't a regular face you see here." Whispy now changed from grave to distant.
"Meaning you want me to save him?"
"Sounds about right!" Whispy laughed. He closed his eyes, "Go before it's too late…"
I tried to sound sceptical. "Okay, whatever that means." I then found myself talking to no one as Whispy had fallen asleep. I turned around and began to walk away. The scenery didn't change much-tree, bush, tree, bush, bush, tree, tree, tree…It was creepy. I sat down to rest after a while and couldn't help but fall asleep.
I woke up again to feel a weight against my side. I shoved it off and it whimpered. I opened up my eyes and looked at my paws, which were covered in blood.
"Please don't…hurt me…" The being in front of me whispered in a raspy voice. He (it was a boy) was soaking wet in his own blood. His clothes had bloodstains all over them, especially his jester hat. Jester hat…
"Marx!" I looked around for a weapon. Even if he looked weak, he could still attempt to kill me. I couldn't know what he was thinking-he was insane.
"NO! Please!" He squealed, his large eyes welling up with tears as he cowered away from me.
I froze, and then walked towards him. I reached out my paw and rubbed his bloody cheek gently. "You aren't going to hurt me are you?" I shook my head, "Well, I can't believe that you're alive!"
"I wouldn't hurt…" Marx fell over onto his face. He probably lost too much blood to stay conscious. I sighed, toying with the idea of leaving him there to die. In the end I picked him up and carried him to my house. I could never live with the guilty feeling that I'd pretty much killed someone. At the time I decided just to nurse him back to health then tell him to leave, but things, no matter how much I prepare, never go according to plan for me.
I watched Marx's face as he slept. I had cleaned off most of the blood so I could see his face clearly. He looked pale, which was a result of blood loss and probably stress, too. He suddenly opened his big purple eyes and stared at me as I petted his head as gently as possible.
"Thank goodness you're okay!" I sighed. Marx looked quizzical.
"Why?"
I stepped away from the bed which I had placed him in. "I don't know. You don't seem too bad and I couldn't just leave you there to die."
"Ah. Um, I have a headache," He sat up, which looked like it took great effort. I nodded and took his hat off. He had two pointy ears on top of his head, the left one bearing a giant wound which had blood pouring out of it. My eyes widened in shock as I got up to get a wet wash cloth. I returned and now it was Marx's turn to look surprised.
"What's wrong?" I asked. The cloth didn't really look scary. He probably thought it was wet with rubbing alcohol, which it wasn't.
"Don't touch me with that!" He screeched, "Who are you anyway? Go away!"
I touched the wound with the cloth and Marx calmed down. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" I removed it and looked at him. The blood was mostly gone, but it wouldn't exactly look nice once it scabbed over.
"That was where," He winced as I put the cloth on it again, "Kirby hit me with his hammer…it hurt, though you would probably know that because it's so obvious! Yeah, I don't have to tell you since you can guess. I mean, you look pretty smart and what did you say your name was?"
"It doesn't matter! You should be more worried about getting better, okay? Just let me bandage it and get some sleep." I did as I said, wrapping his wound up in a bandage. I then pushed him down gently into the bed, covering him up again in the blankets. "I'll wash your hat, if that's okay with you."
"Sure. You're Dee, aren't you? That maid who like me…" Marx closed his eyes and fell asleep. I blushed and turned away. I was almost tempted to hug him, though I luckily resisted. That would be embarrassing.
Yay! A long-ish chapter! I'm so proud! Anyway, please R&R! I love feedback! Please tell me if you think this is a good pairing, too (meaning Marx/Dee)! Oh, and if there are any mistakes feel free to point them out! ^_^