Author's Note: Yay! More reviews! That means I can thank ChaoCream and Wolf'sBreath92 again plus Amaya2010 and Mable! Anyway, getting back to the story, I added a lot to this chapter. It was kind of short to begin with, I just feel like I should tell you that. Oh! I started a series of Marx one-shots! Please read the first one!
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Q &A
"Here!" I sang to the young couple in Kawasaki's restaurant. They looked down at the sushi on their plates and frowned. I sighed and walked towards the kitchen. No one really liked Kawasaki's food except a select few, and even they sometimes had doubts. Not that the people living in our town had a choice since this was the only restaurant ever built there.
"Dee!" I entered the kitchen and a bowl of sushi flew at me. I jumped out of the way and it hit the wall, leaving a greasy stain. "Oops."
"Um, Kawasaki?" I turned to the chef as he ran towards the wall with a cloth, "Maybe we should sell something really different for a change?"
He seemed shocked. "No! I can't do that! I must be traditional with my cooking!" He crossed his arms and looked at me angrily as if I'd just broken a rule.
I sighed. I would just have to force him to agree. "I'll make pizza and burgers myself if you don't hurry up and agree!"
"You wouldn't!" He gasped.
I shook my head and began to walk away. Just to shock him I turned around again. "Do you want to make money?"
He shook his head. "No! I'm not changing my menu!"
"Then you're as crazy as Marx," I paused. That simile was used a lot lately but it didn't seem right for me to use since Marx was actually living in my house at that moment.
"I mean what I say!" Kawasaki yelled as he threw sushi at the ceiling by accident.
I chuckled. "Okay, don't use your sushi as a weapon on me or anything!" I grabbed my handbag and slung it over my shoulder, "I'm going home for the day, alright?" I saw Kawasaki nod and wave. He didn't mind when I got off as long as the restaurant wasn't busy at that time.
The walk home wasn't exactly enjoyable. I tripped up a lot for some reason and banged into one of the pedestrians on the street. This was probably because of my lack of sleep (I couldn't sleep on the floor and Marx had the bed). It wasn't like I had a choice, though. I would have to be heartless to kick a sick person out of bed.
I pushed open my front door and threw my bag down. I hadn't realized how tired I actually was until I collapsed onto my bed. It was so soft and comforting that I couldn't help but begin to drift off. That was before Marx kicked me.
"Dee! What are you doing?"
"Marx!" I yelled hugging him, "You're so cute!"
"What? Why are you hugging me?" He tore away from me and laughed. I blushed, punching his side while laughing along with him.
"Did you sleep all day?" I tried to change the subject.
He grinned. "Maybe. I ate your pie, too." This caused me to turn to the table where my second pie for Meta Knight's birthday once stood. It wasn't really necessary since I made it just for Meta Knight and not for the party. I guess you could call it my present.
"That wasn't for you…" I groaned. Marx's happy expression didn't change at all, "What?"
"I don't know. I just feel really good!"
"Says the one who didn't have to work all day," I fluffed his (well, it's actually mine) pillow and got up to tuck him in again, "Go back to sleep. I can't take your unlimited energy right now."
"But, I know nothing about you and vice versa. Can't we just talk for a while?" He peeked over the blankets at me with his giant eyes. It would be hard to say no, so I didn't.
"Okay, but not for long," I sat next to Marx on the bed and lowered the covers to see his mouth, "Well, say something!"
"What's your favourite colour?" He giggled, sitting up.
"Green. You?"
"Purple. Your turn to ask a question!"
I thought for a minute. What would be a good question? "Where were you born?" After I asked this Marx's face dropped.
"I…don't know. How about you?" He tried to smile and look happy but I could see that he was somewhere else. Somewhere sad, probably.
"Dreamland, of course. Ask me another question!" I didn't want to make him feel bad. Not that he deserved any joy…
Marx suddenly glared at me. "It doesn't matter. You're tired, aren't you? Go to sleep then. See what I care." He laid down and stuffed his face into the pillow.
"Jeez, you have a bad temper, don't you?" I grabbed a blanket from the floor next to the bed and wrapped it around my body as I sat down there. Just as I was about to fall asleep I heard Marx's voice.
"I'm not mad at you," He mumbled, still not facing me, "I just really don't want to think of the past."
I nodded though he couldn't see me. "Okay. I understand. Good night!"
"It's going to rain tomorrow, I can feel it!" He rolled over to face me, finally.
I shook my head. "No, it was too sunny today. I don't think it'll rain."
"You just wait and see. I'm right!"
It was raining the next day, as Marx predicted. When I looked out my window I saw villagers scrambling around everywhere, looking for shelter. It was actually pretty funny.
"I'm gonna have to go out in this, too," I sighed at Marx, who was nibbling on some toast. I wasn't going to mention our last conversation before bed the other night. I hated being wrong.
"Uhn." I hadn't expected his reply to be intelligent because it was so early in the morning so I wasn't surprised.
I pushed the front door open slightly. "Kay, I'm gone."
"Wait! Dee!" I turned around, "I forgot to tell you that I think yer cute. I mean, ya told me I was last night, so…mm" He fell asleep before finishing his sentence. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach and I went over to him just to kiss the top of his head. It probably wasn't a good thing to do, but it felt okay at the time. After all, what could be better than two people that don't really matter being friends? Maybe I was a totally normal, boring creature and he was the center of many jokes, but we were getting along and that's all that will ever matter.
Author's note: There! Ugh…that took forever to write it for some reason. I hope it didn't suck too much because I hurried at the end. So anyway, in the next chapter I'll focus less on Marx and Dee's relationship and more on other things like—no! It's a surprise! Speaking of Marx and Dee, I came up with a name for their couple (in response to Mable…)! I call it…Jester'sParasolShipping (remember, Dee is Parasol Waddle Dee)! Tell me if you like it and merry Christmas people who celebrate it!^^