The Racer, the Hero, and the Pokemon
Welcome one and all! As you can probably tell from the title, I am right now rereading the entire Narnia series. =)
Disclaimer: I hold no claim to the Brothers of Smash. For if thou should sue me, I shall have thy head!
Cimar and Rinku braced themselves as Sorius approached. The bigger man's eyes flashed menacingly as he walked closer and closer to the two young men. Picho and Pichn, meanwhile, stared defiantly with just a hint of humor in their eyes.
"You boys think you're so smart, don't you?" the Usurper snarled, unsheathing his black sword as he walked, "So… very… clever…"
"Well, I wouldn't really say all of us," Picho said cheerfully.
"Yeah, I mean, have you gotten a good look at these guys?" Pichn asked, "They're gay."
"WE'RE NOT GAY!"
"They're gaaaaayyyy…" Ness laughed, "Link and Zelda got gay guardians!"
"What does 'gay' mean?" Kirby asked.
Pichn grinned deviously. "Well Kirby, when a man and… a man love each other very much…"
"Oh, just shut up, will you?" Rinku snapped. In response, Pichn snickered.
Sorius chuckled at the remark, his heavy black boots stopping only inches away from Cimar himself. The young man was tempted to spit in the villain's face, but it was Princess Zelda's dignity in him that held him back. He could only glower.
Sorius's eyes traveled over the small group before him, ignoring the chaos that surrounded them all. His eyes lingered particularly on Rinku's and Cimar's hands and they widened, though there seemed to be nothing on them. His lips, once holding a playfully villainous smirk, curled up into a snarl.
"So… did you two really think you could hide your disgusting little secret from me! The rightful King of Hyrule?" his cold laugh ripped through the air, causing all of the fighters in the room to shiver slightly and almost drop their swords. "Well, I have found you out! No secrets can be kept from the King of Hyrule, who rules by the will of the Three Goddesses!"
"Ruled by the will of the Three Goddesses my foot," Cimar retorted, "We keep no secrets from you, you murderer!"
"That's right!" Pichn agreed, "Besides, if we told you, it wouldn't be a secret anymore."
"Murderer, you call me?" Sorius tightened and loosened his grip on his sword. "You call me a murderer, boy, when it was you who killed those nobles in cold blood? You, Cimar of Turalis or should I say…Zelda of Hyrule!"
Zelda's anger flooded Cimar's mind and body to the point where his vision was almost red. She could feel Din's Fire dancing at his fingertips, the rush of Farore's Wind in his ears, and the gentle pulse of Naryu's love around him. At once, it was tempting, oh so tempting to murder her father's murderer right there and then.
But she had too much blood on her hands already…
Link noticed something seeming to pulse from under Cimar's right glove. It flickered with golden light for a moment before disappearing. No one except him noticed that.
But Rinku did notice the pulsing under his left glove…
"What the heck!" Link asked. He had felt this pulsing before. It was back when he had his body, wherein lied the Triforce of Courage, the power he most believed in. He had not seen the thing since his last tournament battle and even then that was a long, very long, time ago.
Back when he could actually talk to Zelda…
Link noticed that the evil glare in the villain's eyes never faded as he watched the Triforce of Wisdom show itself on top of Cimar's palm. It didn't take long for him to notice the Triforce of Courage glowing gently on Rinku's hand as well. His snarl curled into a sneer.
"Don't think I know who you two are," he growled, "You two," he pointed to Cimar and Rinku respectively, "Are that meddling Princess and so called 'Hero of Hyrule'. Well, know this Hero! The people lost faith in you long ago… you are a legend now, a myth! Your power is nothing compared to mine! Lord Tabuu has granted it!"
That new piece of information took Link by surprise. Tabuu had a hand in this madness? Then again, he realized, the blue man had had a hundred years to spread his influence…
"We have to settle this here and now," he told Rinku, "if this keeps going on, more lives will be lost." He gestured around him, where the blood of both sides flowed freely from gaping wounds. "And… and I know Princess Zelda and I no longer wish to be responsible for more blood loss…"
"So… shall we settle this here and now, boys?" Sorius laughed, swinging his sword experimentally, "Choose among yourselves now… who shall stay and be hacked to pieces by me? And… who shall run away like a coward and allow me to enjoy hunting you down like prey?"
"Cimar," Rinku whispered, "Take the twins and get the Hell out of here. I'll hold him back as well as I can, and-"
Zelda was taken aback. In her day, it was always the royals who left while the commoners and guards fought. Then again, this was a new age. And with a new age came great changes.
She watched as Cimar's face twisted from anger, to confusion, to utter disbelief. "But you're outmatched! No way, I'm not letting you stay here and get chopped to pieces! We can stay here and tag team him while Picho and Pichn-"
Ness was not the kind of person to run away while his allies, no, his friends stayed behind and fight. Like Ike, he fought for his friends and he wasn't about to turn his back on them now. His argument with Kirby became a thing of the pass as he slammed his hand on a surface in his guardian's mind, his eyes flashing determinedly.
"No way! I'm not letting Link and Zelda get all the fun!"
"That's right, Ness," Picho agreed, "Why should you and Cimar get all the fun, Rinku? When you guys die, how are Pichn and I supposed to make your lives Hell with random gay jokes?"
"I'm just here for the food," Kirby admitted sheepishly.
Pichn licked his lips. "Yeah… I could go for a good sandwich right now…"
"They… they can't stay…" Link said quietly, despite his surge of happiness at the three others' valiance, "They need to get out of here… save their own lives… the others need them…"
Rinku shifted uncomfortably. "Link, I know you don't want them here, but… once those three set their minds on something, there's no going back for them… it's either we let them fight or… or go down trying to protect them…"
Link hesitated. "The life of a Hero is lonely…"
"Yours may be lonely, but it doesn't have to be," Rinku turned to Sorius, unsheathing his sword in one smooth flourish, "Have at it! You against the four of us!"
Sorius's sneer widened. "All the more fun to savor the kill!" With that, he lunged forward, swinging his blade above his head.
Zelda's heart pounded in fear as she realized that the blade was headed right towards Cimar. The young man was just barely able to roll out of the way, but accidentally rammed his shoulder into Rinku. The other Hylian fell to the ground with an "Oomph!", scattering a large number of corpses that littered the floor.
"PK FIRE!" Picho yelled. The powerful flames of the psychic born fire blasted out of his fingertips. The heat filled the air, setting all within its reach on fire. It soon erupted into a pillar of flame as it made contact with their foe. To their surprise, he waved his great hand and out of thin air came a deep purple portal of some kind. It swallowed the fire as easily as one would swallow up a piece of food.
Ness blinked in surprise. "No way!"
Before Picho could answer, another purple portal had appeared behind him. With no time to react, the boy was submitted to his own blast of fire. An agonized scream was ripped from his throat, but the pain soon subsided. Taken by surprise again, Ness almost fainted in his guardian's mind. Meanwhile, Pichn just burped.
"Hm… could've used a bit more salt," he remarked.
"Blech!" Kirby garbled some water before speaking. "Don't eat fire again! Next time, eat some cake or something!"
Rinku leaped over fallen bodies as he rushed his father, his mouth pulled back into a snarl. He noticed Cimar already locking blades with the Usurper King, but the young man was soon thrown back with a sweeping kick at his feet. His head made contact with the floor, opening up a wound he did not know he had.
"T-That… cheater!" Zelda screamed, "kicking is not how an honorable swordsman… or knight fights!"
Cimar gently pressed his fingers to the back of his head, horrified at all the blood. "U-Unfortunately, Princess… this isn't… an honorable fight…"
Sorius saw his son approach at the moment his foot connected with Cimar's legs. Smiling maliciously, he brought up his left fist and jammed it into the boy's jaw as he leaped up for a jump attack. A purple flame flared up from his fist as Rinku's face contorted in pain. Link, almost torn in half with pain, screamed in agony for his guardian when they slammed headlong into a great stone pillar. Moaning, Rinku reached up and touched his forehead.
Blood…
"That was… a Warlock Punch…" Link said in disbelief. "But…" He shook his head. Back when Rinku was getting punched, he could've sworn that he saw… but no… it couldn't be…
It was impossible…
Rinku winced as he was forced to move his jaw to speak. "Ow… G-Ganondork… h-he had d-diaries… f-found them… library… D-Dad… study…"
In a flash, Cimar was at their side, his face a mess of hair and blood. A sickening crunch could be heard as the young man's back was slammed against the pillar, but he soon slid off, blood trickling down his face. Judging from his deep, shaky breaths, he had received a particularly powerful blow in the stomach.
"H-He…" Cimar's breath was shuddering, "U-Use… f-fo-for… forbidden magic… Ganon's… d-diaries…"
"Another nutcase who worships Ganondorf as a god!" Zelda slapped her forehead. "And I thought Zant was weird enough…"
"PK THUNDER!"
"HYAH!"
"PK FROST!"
"Uh… HYAH!"
"PK FIRE!"
"Why does he get all the cool stuff to yell!"
Kirby stared in disbelief at the blood being shed for this battle. If it wasn't already bad enough that the kitchen had been blown up somewhere in the midst of all the chaos, the Knights of Power and Courage were now standing in a silent circle, staring at the fight between Sorius and the four guardians.
Picho, he noticed, was holding his own pretty well with Ness's psychic powers, despite being unable to land a single hit on their enemy. Pichn, meanwhile, was doing quite fine with using the puffball's sucking powers to the best advantage. At that moment, he sucked up a sword and gained Link's hat and a sword to use...
"My copy powers!" Kirby exclaimed happily.
Rinku leaned heavily on the wall as he and Cimar hoisted themselves up. Link analyzed the situation. With Sorius using the forbidden magic that Ganondorf had killed millions to learn, it would take a new tactic from the two to get the better of the Usurper.
"I'm going in, back me up!" Rinku yelled as he picked up his sword and rushed in again. Link noticed that the weapon now weighed a ton in the young man's hands, even though he wielded it with both hands.
Cimar ran swiftly in the direction Rinku indicated, just as the other guardian reached the Usurper. Distracted by the blasts of fire, thunder, and ice coming at him, their foe did not get a chance to react when two sharp stings whipped at his face, one right after the other. Bent on revenge for the two people who dared hurt him in that way, he swung his sword over his head and swung it in a swift chop. He just barely grazed the two men's cheeks, but he left a deep cut all the same.
Picho saw his chance. "PK THUNDER!"
Pichn, being too short to reach that high, leaped on top of his brother's head and used it as a footstool to push himself up into the air. He batted the ball of thunder right at their foe's face. Electricity crackled all around him as the ball hit its mark.
Pichn smirked. "Home run!"
"Ten points!" Kirby added. Pichn rolled his eyes. There was no time for bad jokes right now.
Ness could see the rage in Sorius's eyes as the electric sparks stopped dancing around him. Ignoring Rinku's and Cimar's slightly crumpled forms from one of his powerful kicks, he gripped his sword all the more tighter and made his way over to Picho, who was still recovering from using up so much PSI powers in a short amount of time.
Ness's breath quickened as their enemy raised his great sword over his head and pointed it straight at the boy before him. Picho's eyes widened in terror and with no other choice, he tapped into Ness's powers and out from his very fingertips an energy shield burst forth.
It was a large purple sphere that pulsed with pure energy, with the ability to absorb all projectiles and heal Ness in an instant. Sorius's sword point slammed into the shield, just above Picho's shoulder.
A tiny crack appeared.
Ness felt the boy tighten his muscles as the sword hit as it was now a great effort for him to keep up the shield. The harder the sword pressed in, the bigger the crack grew. Ness watched in horror as sweat poured down like a waterfall down the boy's face. Rinku and Cimar were still too weak to move. Pichn was trying to hold his own against the powerful magical attacks being sent right at him by Sorius's free hand.
"Picho, hold on!" Ness begged, "Just give Cimar and Rinku a little more time…" Picho's knees shook with effort as he gave one final heave of his energy…
Crack!
The sword pierced the barrier, lodging itself like a bullet into the shoulder of the boy. Picho howled in pain as the sound of splintering bone and ripping muscle and sinews tore through the air. He collapsed to his knees, blood gushing out in torrents. All around him, four voices screamed his name all at once…
"PICHO!"
Splash!
She dunked her paws under the water, grabbing fistfuls of the clear liquid before splashing it on her face. This water, once fresh and pure, was then tainted by the salty tears that ran down the little girl's cheeks. Anger and frustration raged within her, creating a whole storm of emotional hurt and hate. In her mind, a certain mouse Pokemon tried his best to comfort her.
But to no avail…
"Pikana…" Pikachu whispered, "It's alright… those two deserved it back there…"
Pikana wiped her nose on a leaf. "H-Hate… fighting… t-teammies…"
"I know… I know…" Pikachu told her sincerely, "I do too… back when I was running wild around ViridianForest, I was part of a team too…"
Pikana brushed her hair away from her raw red eyes. "W-What happened?"
Pikachu sighed, his memories flitting around him in the form of darkened shadows. "It was in the days of Team Rocket… as in when they were just starting out… before Giovanni was beat up by Red… I was a part of a Pokemon Rescue Team… my teammates were a Bulbasaur and a Tyrogue…"
Pikana found herself staring at a wide open blue sky. Sure enough, the three Pokemon Pikachu mentioned were all standing at a fissure, helping a group of Azurill out of it. Pikachu's voice narrated the movie.
"We were helping out a few Azurill when Team Rocket came and grabbed us… all of us…" A few dark shadows, human sized shadows, passed over the little group before the whole world turned black. When light came again, all that could be seen was the wasteland that was now the Viridan Forest. "I don't know what happened back there, but… I remember I was angry so I did the one thing I could do… I fought… and I escaped…" Here, Pikachu let out a small sob. "I wanted to take my teammates with me… but they wouldn't go… I don't know if they were brainwashed or something while we were captured, but… I had to fight them to get out… I ran away… and my teammates were fainted at my feet…" Pikachu bowed his head, his little yellow body shaking as he remembered his dark past.
"But didn't you ever try to get them back?" Pikana asked him.
Pikachu shook his head. "I never got the chance… no matter how hard I tried… the defenses around Team Rocket were too powerful… I was only one Pokemon… they had a million…"
Pikana kicked at the dirt. "Well… if we ever get to see the Pokemon world… I'll help you get your teammies back…"
Pikachu blinked. "Pikana…"
"You shouldn't be looking that way over your past just because you couldn't get your teammies back," Pikana explained, "And you shouldn't just let go of the chance for a better future… after all, Tabuu's going down and… and then we all go our separate ways after that…"
"So…"
"So what I'm saying is…" Pikana's cheeks turned pink, "That I like having you around, Pikachu… and I don't know what it'll be like once you're gone… that I'd like to hang out a bit more with ya, if that's okay…"
Pikachu smiled. "Thanks… Pika-"
"PIKANAAAAA!"
The little Pokemon's ears pricked up at the sound of her name. On the other side of the pond, some leaves rustled as a human parted them out of the way. Ten slim, dirty fingers created a small hole and an all too familiar face peeked out. It was the young brown haired girl, the one holding Pit's bow. Sure enough, as she stepped into the clearing, Pikachu could see the bow slung over her back.
Psyche smiled when she saw the Guardian of Pikachu on the other side of the pond. Cupping her hands over her mouth, she called out to Nask and Heather, who came crashing through the foliage only seconds after she called. Well, Heather came crashing through. Nask sauntered in, obviously just waking up from a nap.
"Doesn't she ever stop napping?" Pit asked.
Psyche shrugged. "Doesn't look like it…"
Nask walked up to Pikana, whose eyes were still red from crying. Placing an arm around her, she pulled the little Pokemon into a hug.
"Are you alright, Pikana?" Heather asked as she came over to join them. Pikana had buried her face into Nask's arms and wouldn't stop crying. Psyche remained at a safe distance, too scared to venture close in case Pikana let out a thundershock attack on accident. For once, Pit didn't blame her.
"Smart move…" he murmured unconsciously, as if he was talking to one of his smarter soldiers.
"Huh?"
Pit was quick to cover up his mistake. "N-Nothing! Just… just try not to ruin this moment the way you ruin the other ones, okay?"
"What other ones?"
"Just… just don't do anything," Pit huffed. Ever since the incident with the kiss, he had been unable to get that image out of his head. It was strange how protective... no, how jealous he felt when he saw that image. He had been tempted to leap out right there and then and hack the boy to shreds.
He couldn't stand to see his guardian with another male…
"What happened back there?" Psyche asked, maintaining her distance. Pit pushed aside his confused thoughts and cocked his head curiously to one side.
Pikana turned her head to look at her, her face still stained with tears. "Oh… it's just that… I don't like teammies fighting with each other… not since… since" She shook her head. "I… I don't wanna talk about it right now…"
Pikana suddenly felt gentle fingers brush against her sensitive fur. She, along with Psyche and Nask looked to see Heather absent-absentmindedly stroking Pikana, her eyes solemnly gazed down to the ground.
"...I was 10 years old..."
Wolf suddenly paid attention as he saw himself inside what looked to be a mansion. Not the Smash Mansion, but a mansion nonetheless. In the mansion, from what he could tell an entire family were around the mansion. There were several young adult women and men in their late 20s-early 30s talking and drinking alcohol, laughing. There was an old man and woman talking with a young 12 year old. Two 40 year old women look to be serving drinks out at the bar.
Then he saw a 10 year old girl sitting on the lap of a young man in his mid 30s. He laughed along with the 10 year old Heather as the two played together.
"My family were rebels...we rebelled against Tabuu even after the fall of the Super Smash Brothers. My father, Mark Wolfon found a hidden mansion in a forest deep in the western corner of Smashville for my family to hide from Tabuu. From there, my family would constantly go on missions to help and protect those who suffered from Tabuu in Smashville. They planned on eventually forming a massive army to rebel against Tabuu in a great war. Apart from that, we lived a mostly normal, palpable life..." Heather's hand slipped of Pikana's fur as it suddenly became clenched tightly.
"...until one of our own betrayed us."
The memory changed to that of the doors of the mansion suddenly being burst open.
"Holy shit..." Wolf swore as he saw not one, not two, but ALL 35 smashers crash through the doors of the mansion. Out of the crowd of corrupted smashers came the same man that he had seen in the memory of Heather's assassination attempt, Clark Wolfon, with a massive smirk on his face.
Wolf's eyes widened in horror as he saw all the Wolfons get bashed up and taken down. To his even greater utmost horror, he watched as Heather faced a brutal Aura Beam get thrown at her from Lucario, only for her father, Mark Wolfon to step right in front of Heather and take the blow instead.
"My uncle, Clark Wolfon betrayed my family to Tabuu...because I and my older sister Kate were too young to have committed crimes, we were not given capital punishment. Instead, we were forced to serve in The Subspace Army...and forced to watch every Wolfon executed in front of us, one by one, over 9 years...as a recurring warning to us from Tabuu personally should we ever step out of line."
The memory switched again as a young Heather and her older sister were given Subspace army uniforms to wear. Then it changed to them being forced to do track courses, sword fight and kill their opponents, get whip lashed when they went out of line and punished by being forced to starve or get thrown into the woods. They were even set to be used for target practice and attacked by dogs.
Further more...he saw as Heather and her sister grew older...and her family got rooted and destroyed, with Tabuu and Clark whispering in her ears their cold, deathly threats which sent very chills down Wolf's spine.
"It wasn't before long before I lost the final member of my family, my older sister, in a mission we were sent on when I was 19 years old..."
Wolf then watched as Heather's older sister was stabbed in the stomach by a rebel fighter. This was followed by the rebel slicing the older sister in half. Heather screamed in all crying rage and unmercifully decapitated the man who murdered her older sister. Suddenly, Wolf saw a man with two swords rushing towards Heather.
"!"
SHING! SLASH!
Wolf howled along with Heather's cry of pain upon seeing her lose both her right arm and half her right leg...
"The day that Clark betrayed us...I lost everything...my father, my mother, my uncles, my aunts, my cousins, my grandparents, my sister...and my sanity."
As Wolf saw a bloodied Heather lie there awaiting death, he suddenly felt that horrific seething rage that he felt in Heather sting his body. Heather's teeth were gritted, covered in blood as blood stained tears rolled down her cheeks.
Heather's agonising cry of rage was the last thing he heard before the memory went black...
Wolf was not the sensitive guy. He admitted he was going a little soft now 'cause of the circumstances, but he was not that sensitive about others...
...and he had been the same about Heather until this very day.
How he felt like such an idiot for not seeing why Heather was who she really was. Why she was so intensely selfless...
"I swore to myself and only to myself on that day...that I would never, ever let anyone lost what I did to Tabuu...or evil for that matter ever again and that forever, I would bring justice to those who had suffered and lost what I had to him and to evil all together, as well as bringing justice for my own family...and even...myself..." Heather's eyes fought back the tears. The tears going inside of her eyes instead of coming out of them felt like steaming hot water.
However, Wolf instead cried out the tears that Heather refused not to do. He was the one who let the tears fall for Heather and make the mournful howls for her.
Nask cleared her throat. "I… I don't know if my story is nearly as sad as yours, Heather… or Pikana's for that matter, but… but it's time that everyone knows…"
"You mean… that your brother…?" Marth asked.
Nask nodded. "I remember it so well… little Ridere and I used to only have each other… when Mom died giving birth to him, Dad ignored us more than ever… oh sure, he used to ignore us a lot, but it juts got worse after we lost Mom… I used to want to be a Pegasus Knight, then a Wyvern Knight, but had to stop studying to take care of Ridere…"
Just like Wolf saw Heather's memories, Marth got little insight into Nask's. He watched as a very young girl with long red hair sat happily on a brick wall, watching Pegasus Knights soar on by. But he soon noticed that the girl took no interest at all in the feathered fliers.
Instead, she was staring at one particular knight as she landed her Pegasus next to an official looking knight and handed him a glowing rainbow whip. The knight nodded once at her before going inside and dragging out a great dragon, its great tail lashing to and fro in the morning light. He could almost feel Nask's excitement as the woman mounted the great dragon and took off. He watched as young Nask leaped off the wall and started chasing the wyvern, her laughter ringing through the air.
The scene shifted to one of an older Nask, grasping a little baby boy in her arms as they stood by a gravestone. The sky was dark, rain fell in torrents. But it was the drops of salt water on Nask's face that touched him the most. They fell into the ground and disappeared as she turned away and ran off with the baby as if she could no longer bear standing there.
"Then… Dad got involved with some… not very good people… he made a deal with them and broke it… so they took revenge…"
Nask and a young boy- possibly Ridere- sat in a library. Ridere was reading a book on pranks while Nask studied a book of Elysian Whips. Suddenly, the breaking of glass could be heard as an arrow, coated in fire soared through the window and lodged itself into the boy's leg. Ridere screamed in pain while his sister tried desperately to avoid the rain of arrows to get to him. But almost as quickly as the arrow had come, a strong arm had wrapped around Nask and she was dragged away. The siblings still screamed each other's name as they were torn away from each other. Nask to lands unknown and Ridere to die.
"And then… he was gone…" Nask's voice faltered there. The group was cast in a solemn silence, unable to know what to say. Pit found this silence slightly awkward.
"Uh… hey, aren't you supposed to share a bit about yourself, too?" he asked casually.
Psyche blinked. "… I don't know… I don't know who my parents are…"
"Don't you, you know, at least know a little bit about them?"
She shook her head. "All I remember is… is growing up alongside… him… he was like a brother to me… and now he's gone…" tears began rolling down her cheeks. "He's gone forever…"
"Don't start crying!" Pit begged, "I… I hate it when you cry!" It shocked him to discover he was actually telling the truth.
Man, what was up with him?
"Well… all I know is…" Psyche gulped, "Is that… my parents died of a disease when I was a baby… so one of the slaves took me in and… raised me…then-"
Rat- tat- tat- tat- tat!
She knew that sound. It was the sound of a machine gun being fired off somewhere. Though there was every possibility that Aly was just fooling around again, she couldn't take the risk. Psyche picked up Pit's bow and started for a clump of bushes.
Heather noticed her leaving and made a move to go help her, but Wolf shook his head. "That girl has to learn to take care of herself… sorry Heather, but you can't keep babying the kid forever, you know."
Heather bit her lip as his words. "But… what if she-"
Wolf waved her worries aside. "She's Pit's guardian. If anything, he's going to use those cheap wings of his to escape if those two run into any danger neither of them can handle."
Nask watched the girl's retreating back. "Heather, shouldn't we-" Pikana, with her raw red eyes, was now blinded by her tears. She couldn't fight.
Heather hesitated a moment before answering. "Well… Wolf said that if she runs into trouble, Pit can fly out of there…"
Nask raised an eyebrow. "Alright then…"
"Uh… there's one problem with that…" Marth said nervously.
"What's that, Marth?"
"She doesn't have wings!"
Wham!
"I don't think you hit him hard enough, Mah," Ridere told her, giving Squall's shoulders a vigorous shake. The two had been trying to wake him up since they had found him only a few hours ago. The dark circles under their eyes showed how they had deprived themselves of sleep in case the boy should wake up and attack.
Never trust a pirate.
Toon Link struggled to wake up his guardian, wondering just what was going on out there. Despite Squall's senses being completely shut off, he could just faintly feel a warm, grainy substance on his back.
Sand…
"Hey, if you can here me… WAKE THE HECK UP ALREADY!"
Slap!
"OW! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP THAT!" Squall screamed suddenly, shooting up and kicking sand into Ridere's face. While the boy angrily spat out grains of sand, the former captain looked around. Toon Link took in the white sand, the debris, the darkened skies, and the woods nearby. In the distance, he noticed some distinct marks on the trees. Scorch marks, perhaps?
Mah sighed in relief. "He's awake… and here I thought we lost him!"
"I still say it would've been better if he drowned," Yoshi sniffed. The dinosaur didn't forgive people who starved him very easily.
Squall coughed, spraying salt water in the air. "W-Where… where am I…?"
"Where does it look like you are?" Ridere asked, "you're on a random beach-"
"A random beach on the mainland," Mah corrected, "And by the looks of it, things haven't gotten much better since I left this place…"
"All of the fruit trees are gone…" Yoshi murmured miserably, "I can't even grab a descent coconut anymore…" Not for the first time, Mah wished that she could reach up and pet the little dinosaur.
Squall shot a glare at Ridere and seemed to finally come to his senses. "You! You're that ungrateful little cabin boy who cost me my ship, crew, and my future! All while saying an extra cheesy line!"
"Sparta is awesome and you know it!" Ridere snapped back. Snake banged his head against a wall. Ridere glared at the soldier for a moment before turning back to Squall. "And you better be grateful that you're even here. If it were up to me, I would've just let you to drown out there. Especially after the way you treated Mah…"
"Boys…" Mah said uneasily. Yoshi, however, actually enjoyed this a bit. The one regret the little dinosaur had at that moment was that he didn't have any popcorn with him to watch the show with.
"You just got burned," Toon Link laughed. Even more entertaining was when Squall jumped a foot in the air when he spoke. He reached for his gunblade, but found that it wasn't there.
Mah and Ridere knew the signs of a newly revealed guardian. It only took one glance between the two of them that confirmed it. Mah cleared her throat.
"Uh… Squall?"
The young man, who was digging around in the sand didn't answer. Meanwhile, Toon Link couldn't stop laughing in his head. He coughed a bit and deepened his voice for more effect as he grinned deviously.
"Squall… I am your FATHER!"
Snake raised an eyebrow. "Is that kid looking for his weapon? By the looks of that thing, he can easily shoot us with it!"
Ridere shrugged as he cheerfully spun Squall's gunblade, which they had found floating near him. "Eh… you never know! He might wanna shoot himself! After all, it's not every day you wake up on a beach surrounded by a girl and me with a weird voice inside your head!"
Squall shot up at his words. "You… you know about-"
"The voice in your head?" Ridere smirked, "Yep, pretty much. Mah and I both have the same thing. Basically, the voices are a pretty good magnet for trouble and there are at least thirty more of us out there. So unless we're all crazy, you're not going nuts…"
"Well, that's a good way of explaining things!" Toon Link said happily, "he just made my job a lot easier!"
Squall scowled and threw up his arms. "Great! That's just great! First I lose pretty much everything I had in life and now I have the voice of some kid stuck in my head! What next? One of the Smashers is going to be stone drunk on this damned beach!"
Toon Link cocked his head to one side. "Well… what would you do if I said yes…?"
Sure enough, the three noticed a strange dark lump on the beach that none of them had noticed before. Multiple bottles of what Ridere and Squall recognized as rum littered the ground around the shape. Only adding to the effect was the unbearable stench of too much alcohol that hung in the air around the lump.
Though they had both spent most of their life on the ship, neither of the boys had ever tasted a drop of alcohol. Ridere because he preferred fooling around over partying whereas Squall because he just didn't feel like it.
Snake, on the other hand, inhaled the heavenly aroma like he hadn't smelt if before. It had been at least 110 years since he had had his share of the bottle. And this particular rum happened to be a favorite of his…
Toon Link shook his head in confusion. "Why would a minion… a top minion of Tabuu be lying drunk on a beach…?" Squall repeated this, only to receive shrugs in reply. A glint appeared in Ridere's eye as he took in all of the rum bottles and Luigi's sleeping figure.
"Oh man…" he laughed and rubbed his hands together, "Do you know what this calls for…?"
Snake raised an eyebrow. A long time ago, he used to play the occasional prank on his fellow Smashers. There had been one particular one that had been played on him by a certain Red the Pokemon Trainer…
God, he hated that prank…
"Ridere, don't you dare do that!"
Mah and Squall caught on at the moment Ridere grabbed a bowl from the little boat and filled it with sea water warmed by the sun. Grinning evilly, the boy lightly tiptoed over to the green clad plumber and set the bowl next to his head. With thin, nimble fingers, he carefully lifted up Luigi's hand and placed it in the bowl.
Immediately, the plumber wet his pants. Snake shuddered at the memory of when Red had played this prank on him. He couldn't look anyone (especially Samus) in the face for a month after that!
"Hell yeah!" Ridere crowed, bursting out into rancorous cackles. Toon Link hooted with laughter while Squall struggled to keep a straight face.
Snake slapped his forehead. "Must… not… bang head… on wall…"
Mah's jaw dropped. "Ridere!"
Yoshi was practically crying. "Oh man, oh man! That's even better than the time Red did that to Snake!"
Though the boys laughed their heads off, Mah could not find the heart to join them. She did feel awfully sorry for the plumber. But what worried her the most was when the unconscious form of Luigi began to stir and slowly open his vile yellow eyes. Mah gasped.
"Ridere! GET OUT OF THERE!" she yelled.
But she was too late. Before Ridere knew what was happening, Luigi's fist made contact with his jaw. One moment of pure pain passed by and the next thing he knew, he was soaring in the air, hurtling towards the clouds. Ridere blinked, becoming suddenly aware of a large bruise on his jaw.
"Whoa!" it hurt him horribly to talk. A single drop of blood trickled down from his nose. Snake felt this sudden jolt of pain as well, but only twitched slightly in response. He ahd endured greater wounds than this.
"Luigi was never that tough…" he muttered, "Tabuu's trained his body well…"
"Or he gave him steroids," Ridere laughed. "Either way… I'M BLASTING OFF AGAAAAAAAIIIIIIN!"
"Must… not… facepalm… again!"
Down below, Toon Link and Yoshi watched in horror as the body of Snake's guardian disappeared into the sky. Instead of a sparkle like they expected, there was an explosion instead.
A single tear rolled down Mah's cheek as she saw this. "Ridere…"
Yoshi shook his head in disbelief. "No way… not after everything we… we went through…"
Squall spat in the ground. "And good riddance!" He earned a glare from the other guardian. "What?"
"Uh… guys?" Toon Link asked, "We're here with a really, really pissed plumber! Remember!"
Squall smirked and picked up his gunblade, which Ridere had dropped when he ran to get the bowl. "No problem! I'll just shoot the guy's face off and we'll be home free!" He spun it once and aimed the gun at the approaching Luigi, who by now had recovered from the effects of the alcohol. "Say bye bye, Smasher…"
Bang!
The bullet rocketed out of the barrel of the gun with such force that it sent Squall staggering back a bit. Though it was fast, Luigi was much faster. Crouching low, the plumber waited for exactly the right moment before leaping high over the bullet, bringing him still closer to the little group. Squall nearly dropped his weapon in surprise.
"How did he do that!" Mah asked, forming an egg between her palms. She threw it, but rather than jumping, Luigi simply crouched down again and came at it with the move known as the Luigi Missile. He headbutted the egg as easily as a human could crush an egg in their palm.
"Luigi's the younger Mario brother," Yoshi explained, "He's weaker than Mario, but he's a lot faster and can jump a lot higher!"
Luigi sent a whole flurry of green fire balls at them. Mah jumped over them easily, having been gifted with Yoshi's terrific power. Squall, on the other hand, had not been expecting them and got singed. Enraged, he sent another round of bullets at his foe. Once again, Luigi easily dodged them. Instead, the bullets shot straight at Mah, who only avoided it by shielding herself within an egg shell.
Just like what Yoshi had done so many times during the tournament battles, Mah charged up her shot and zipped towards the enraged plumber, who leaped on top of her and steered the egg right towards Squall.
"Use the boomerang!"
Squall pulled a wooden boomerang out of his pocket and threw it wildly. He missed by a whole foot. Luigi flipped right off of the egg just in time for Mah to collide with Squall and send them straight into the water. The two burst back to the surface, coughing up the salty water. Mah was nearly blinded from the salt in her eyes.
"That's not Luigi!" Yoshi gasped, "He never really fought like that…"
Mah coughed. "I-I know about his brother…"
Squall rolled his eyes. "Of course everyone knows about his brother! Nobody pays attention to Luigi!"
At his words, the plumber leaped over to him and grabbed the boy by his shirt collar before either of them could react. He slammed Squall's face into the sand, causing the boy to inhale some before getting on his back and jumping all over it. When he tired of that, he grabbed Squall again and this time threw him in the air, leaping up after him. Toon Link screamed in agony when Luigi's specialty meteor smash taunt was slammed right in his face, sending his guardian hurtling towards the ground. He landed with a hard thud!, his back blackened from bruises.
Yoshi's jaw dropped. Back at the mansion, Luigi had been a gentle soul who would (and probably couldn't) never hurt a fly. Now that his body was no longer his, his true fighting skill had begun to show through.
"I never knew Luigi could fight like that…" he gasped, "Why didn't he ever fight like that back at the mansion!"
Mah was too busy throwing eggs at the oncoming plumber to answer him. Luigi slowly approached her and Squall, green fire dancing around his fist. His eyes were narrowed in anger and hate and what was more, a black fire burned in the middle of each eye, a fire that would never be seen in the eyes of the true Luigi. Mah blasted her eggs at the plumber, but he dodged each one with ease. Neither the fire in his eyes nor the flames around his two fists subsided.
Squall coughed. A black eye had bloomed from where Luigi had landed one of his punches. Toon Link shook in fear at the thought of being on the receiving end of the plumber's infamous Luigi Jump Punch. Though quite weak if not his at the exact moment it was at full power, this Luigi actually seemed to have a good sense of timing.
"Farore… where are you…?"
"I'M BAAAAACK!" a voice yelled from above. A shadow passed over the sun as Toon Link looked up. For a moment, he thought his prayers were answered when he saw this strange object in the sky. It was a human figure to be sure, hanging onto what looked like a helicopter of some sort.
Wait a minute…
"Ridere!" he yelled happily as Mah whooped in joy. Luigi was distracted for a moment as he watched Ridere soar through the sky, piloting Snake's old copter with apparent ease.
"Hey, how do you drive this thing?" Ridere asked Snake, "I wanna land on top of that guy!"
"Well, all you have to do is activate the turbo thrusters and press your body weight to the exact position, which in this case is a 90 degree angle, and then-"
"Speak English!" he yelled, "this thing's running out of gas!" As if in repose, the copter spewed black smoke in the air and reeled in midair.
It dipped sharply and the next thing anyone knew, Ridere was hurtling straight at Luigi. Kicking out his feet, he caught the plumber in the nose and twisted it off to one side. A sickening crunch indicated a nose snapped right in half and as a final touch, Ridere slammed the plumber's face into the ground and landed on his feet as Mah and Squall pummeled him with their fists.
As the other two punched him, Ridere couldn't help but notice a small piece of paper on the ground. He picked it up and saw that it a photograph. There was a bit of blood on it from his cracking Luigi's nose, but it was otherwise pretty clean. The picture was of a pale teen with jet black hair and crimson eyes. He raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't know Luigi was gay…"
"He's not," Snake told him, "He's got this girl back home named Dolly or Daisy or something like that…"
"So why would he have this picture?" Ridere asked, turning it over. On the other side, a single word was written: "Find". Squinting harder, Ridere could make out very, very tiny print: "Wrath Draconian, last seen July 21st, Year of Guardians Arising."
"He's obviously looking for that kid… and whatever the reason is, that's not good…"
Ridere winced as Luigi let out an unearthly scream that shook the very trees nearby. The sound of Shadow Bugs screaming, especially bugs that inhabited a body, was not a pleasant sound. Just then, there was a rustling in the bushes nearby.
"Excuse me, but… what the hell is going on here!" a voice asked as a tall figure stepped out. Ridere gave a yelp of surprise and nearly dropped the precious paper.
It was the boy in the picture.
"Hey Chester, hurry up!" the boy yelled, taking off his black leather jacket and throwing it in the back of the car. He shook his spiky light brown hair as he removed this article of clothing, trying to get the dirt and grime off of it. His dark eyes glared sharply at the cracked window where another figure- the boy called Chester- was moving about.
"Hold on, Sam," Chester replied, grunting slightly, "I can't exactly lift this thing with only one arm, you know." Unlike Sam, this one had light hazel eyes that shown slightly in the dark, almost as light as his long brown wavy hair. He had a wide, good natured face, despite his strange grey tinged skin. With this right arm made of nothing but bone, anyone could've mistaken him for a zombie. But he knew himself better than that.
He wasn't a mindless cannibal who ate brains.
Up in front, a green- eyed brunette pressed his palm to the car horn and honked it three times, smirking as Chester jumped in surprise and dropped the box he was carrying. Glaring at the driver, the boy from Halloweentown picked up the box again and staggered over to the car, throwing the box into the trunk before slamming it close and sliding into the seat next to Sam. He was scowling.
"What's with the face?" the driver asked, looking back at them through the rearview mirror. In the back, he could see Sam smirk.
"Don't you get it, Joe? Chester's jealous because his face is so ugly!" Sam laughed.
Joe rolled his eyes. "Not cool, Sam."
Chester punched Sam in the stomach with his bone arm. "Excuuuse me, but I don't see you doing any work! I'm always the one that has to actually break in and steal the stuff!"
Sam shrugged. "Sorry Chester, but we can't all be already dead. We can't all be zombies. We can't all be immune to bullets and dying in general…"
Chester's scowl deepened. "You're just lucky that I'm not the kind of living corpse that likes brains."
Joe groaned. "Shut up, guys. We don't want those Smashers catching up to us. Remember the last time they did?" He shot a glare at the two in the back, who quieted immediately. "That's right. If you two wanna end up like Nao, I suggest you stop fighting and let me get outta here before the Smashers figure out it was us that broke into their weapons arsenal." Without another word, he jammed the keys into the ignition and started the car.
Up above his head, Captain Falcon stared in fascination at the many gears and switches all over the dashboard of Joe's car. His lip trembled as he remembered that this was almost exactly like his Blue Falcon in many ways. Built for a perfectly balanced mixture of speed and power, the Blue Falcon had never failed him in a race. Joe's car, on the other hand, was jet black and built more for speed than power.
The racer took in each feature of the great car with an expert eye, watching as all of the dials and buttons flashed enticingly at him as the car was put into motion. Even at this mild cruising speed, the car was pretty fast. There were plenty of dents, sure, but those could be easily fixed. If he could just get his hands on the blueprints for this baby, his Blue Falcon could become bigger and better than ever!
If only he had his body…
Meanwhile, Pichu cowered in fear behind Young Link, who was eyeing the two in the back with slight interest. The guy with the spiked brown hair looked cool, but it was the one with gray skin that fascinated him most. Was that guy a zombie? A vampire? There was something almost inhuman about him, but he was a teenager, nonetheless.
Besides, the three of them wouldn't be there if these three weren't their guardians.
"Hey, Mr. Falcon?" Young asked, "Shouldn't we be getting to our guardians now…?"
"Just look at the speed this thing's going at!" the racer said excitedly, "And this is only a cruising speed! Just think about how fast it'll be in an actual race! This'll run over all the competition no sweat! And the mileage! Just look at the mileage! And-"
"What is he talking about…?" Pichu asked curiously, "And that guy scares me…" He pointed to the boy with the skeletal arm. Young Link rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Pichu, he looks nice enough," he told him.
"But he's scary!" Pichu insisted.
"And the turbo drive! I should add one like this one to the Blue Falcon! I'll crush the competition!" Captain Falcon was saying. Young sighed.
"I'll go first. You just follow me into whichever guy I don't go into, okay?" with that, the Hero of Time closed his eyes and it was not long until he was being jarred by the wind. In a flash of white light, he was hurtling down corridors upon corridors of pure blackness, finally being spit up in what looked like a karate stadium.
Sam's mind.
Pichu groaned in dismay as he discovered that Young Link's guardian was the boy with spiked hair. Captain Falcon had disappeared into the driver's ear only a few moments ago, leaving the Pokemon with little choice, but to accept the fact that his guardian was the boy he had deemed scary. Now that he had a closer look, the guy wasn't that scary…
… but he was still pretty scary.
Pichu found himself standing in the middle of what looked like a town square. All around him, people in what looked like Halloween costumes chatted and laughed as they walked about. There were witches, vampires, ghouls, fiends, and so many more beasts that should only be found on Hallows Eve. Pichu flinched as a group of witches passed through him, showing him that they were only scary looking holographic projections.
He burst into tears.
Chester jumped up and banged his head on the roof of the car. "Ow!"
Joe swerved suddenly, causing the car to screech down a street. He was muttering something to himself, his breath coming in light, fearful pants. Sam lurched sideways and grabbed onto the car door for dear life while he hesitantly looked out the back window and was immediately peppered by bullets galore. He ducked down with a small scream, covering his head with his hands.
Captain Falcon gaped at the rearview mirror as it revealed their pursuer to him. "That's my Blue Falcon!"
Joe nodded. "That's right, Captain. According to the adults, Tabuu destroyed the Arwings and Wolfen, plus Samus' ship. So all he really had left was Olimar's spaceship, a couple of Landmasters, and that Blue Falcon." He spun the wheel to the right, causing the butt of the car to knock over a large stack of trash as it screeched to a stop and took off again in another direction.
This time, a flurry of arrows tapped their deadly heads against the glass.
Young Link's eyes widened in surprise. "It's Big Me! And Princess Zelda! They're on top of Epona!"
Sam, still recovering from the surprise of finding the voice of the long lost Hero of Time talking in his head blinked slightly before answering. "That's not the real Link and Zelda! Those two are controlled by Tabuu! We've been trying to convince Smashers to switch sides for years, but…" he ducked as a case of something from the front seat came sailing his way. "But everyone who went never came back…."
"But… Epona…"
"A specially bred horse…" Sam murmured, "Tabuu's somehow bred Epona's horse babies into lean, mean, flesh eating machines!"
"Oomph!" Chester rubbed his aching jaw as he threw the box that had hit him out the window. The sound of shattering glass, followed by the dreaded sounds of an AK- 47 told him that the case had hit its mark.
"That was a waste of perfectly good sandwiches!" Sam said indignantly as he unhooked a revolver from his belt. He began loading the bullets as Chester reached under his seat, trying to grasp at the case underneath as it slipped and slid with the car. Joe, meanwhile, had just managed to unhook his already loaded revolver and was firing away at the enemy behind him.
The Blue Falcon lurched forward suddenly and slammed its nose against the bumper of Joe's car, ripping it right off. The bumper hurtled off in the direction of Link and Zelda atop the flesh eating horse, causing it to rear back. While Link fought at the reins, Zelda managed to fire a light arrow at Joe's open window, knocking the run from his hand. Joe fished around for a new gun, all the while trying to steer with one hand.
Chester finally grabbed the box and began pulling grenades out of it. He lifted one to his teeth and bit off the tag, setting it alight. Rolling down the window, he tossed at least three out before slamming it close again to avoid the bullet rain from Captain Falcon's body.
"Steer, Joe! Steer!" Captain Falcon yelled. The car was starting to spin out of control. It had just been stabbed horribly in the side by the nose of the Blue Falcon, something that the racer was both proud of and ashamed of at once. Meanwhile, Chester continued to throw grenades at the car behind him. It pained Captain Falcon to see his car slowly being torn apart by them.
"Captain Falcon's gonna get so mad at you!" Pichu yelled over the noise of the explosions. One of the parts of the Blue Falcon came hurtling at Chester, who didn't dodge fast enough and ended up with a severely cut cheek. Lucky for him, he was already dead.
"Well, it's either he can sacrifice his car for the sake of our lives or he can run out there and try to marry it," Chester retorted, "Besides, I'm down to my last one!" With that, he ripped the final grenade open with his teeth and threw it with all his might.
Smoke curled up from the engine of the Blue Falcon, much to Young Link's relief and Captain Falcon's dismay. A single explosion was soon joined by a thousand more as the Blue Falcon spiraled out of control and slammed right into the nearest wall. Fire consumed the once proud racing vehicle and the driver, Captain Falcon himself flipped right out of it and got on his knees before the bonfire, his expression a mix of pain and anger.
Captain Falcon slapped his hand to his chest as Joe zoomed away from it. "He feels my pain… Tabuu may take my soul away from my body, but my heart will always hold true! For when the Blue Falcon dies, both my heart and my soul rip in two!"
"…" Joe was quiet at this, mostly because it was actually a sort of cheesy moment for him. He was just happy that neither Sam nor Chester could hear the cheesy speech about love for a car or something lame like that. He tuned out the racer and concentrated instead on keeping the car steady while Sam shot away at Link and Zelda, who had managed to regain control of their horse.
"Not the hat!" Young Link yelled as Sam turned his older self's hat into Swiss Cheese. "We had such good times together…"
"Sorry," Sam said apologetically as he continued shooting, "But like this car, Tabuu, and Chester, it's gotta go someday!" He earned a glare from the other boy, who was loading his own revolver.
Meanwhile, Captain Falcon had just found out how old Joe was. "Hey… aren't you a bit young to be driving a car…?"
Joe shrugged. "Yeah, so?"
"That's against the law, isn't it?"
Joe slammed his foot on the accelerator. "Screw the rules! I HAVE GUNS!" He slammed his hand down onto a flashing orange button. Out from the back of the car, two gigantic revolvers popped out and pointed themselves right at the two Hylian pursuers. Before either Link or Zelda had time to blink, the revolvers had joined Chester and Sam at firing at them. By this time, noxious black smoke was rolling out from the back of the car, blinding the two human shooters. Through the blackness of the smoke, an arrow sped out, straight and true.
"AHHHH!" Sam dropped his revolver in the streets as he clutched at his bleeding wrist. An arrow, undoubtedly from Link, had lodged itself into the boy's wrist.
Bullets flashed sailed through the air, biting at the legs of the horse. This time, the animal collapsed to its knees, blood gushing down them from wounds all over its body.
Captain Falcon was taken over by a sudden urge. "Joe…?"
His guardian retracted the revolvers and brought the car into a very sharp left turn, its tires screeching on the ground. "Yeah?"
"Mind if I… put this fight to a nice end?"
Without warning, Joe was yanked right out while Captain Falcon took over. The young man wasn't that mad at the racer for doing this, but he was irked nonetheless. Captain Falcon flexed the boy's fingers, satisfied that they seemed strong. He turned to the back.
"One of you grab the wheel! I gotta do something!"
Both blinked in surprise, but Chester grabbed it at Pikachu's urging. He watched in shock as Captain Falcon ripped the sunroof opened and flipped out into the open, where Link and Zelda were recovering from falling off the horse. His right hand curled into a fist, fire engulfing his very being.
It had been one looooong century…
"Falcon… PAWNCH!"
Peach watched as the familiar landscape appeared beneath her. She knew this landscape. It was Smashville!
Excitement built up in her as she thought of all the friends she thought she was leaving behind when she and her two companions entered the Pokemon world. It brought tears to her eyes to think that she would be able to see Mario again.
Mario…
Sakura, Lin, and Beeh landed with a hard thud. The first thing they noticed was the three great ships around the place. A sudden movement from under them said that they were not alone. They watched as the person pushed himself out from under the ship and stood up, looking at them. For a moment, he and Sakura locked eyes. Then, he reached for something at his belt.
And then…
Rat- tat- tat- tat-!
Sakura shoved Beeh and Lin under her as the young man opened fire, wincing as the bullets just barely grazed her back. Peach quivered with worry for the young girl as she started sacrificing her own life to protect the two young ones beneath her.
Rat- tat- tat- tat!
Peach couldn't see a thing through the rain of bullets. What was more, it had happened very, very unexpectedly. The three had landed right in the middle of this strange clearing, with not a scratch on them.
That is, until the guy working on the ships here had decided to open fire on them…
"Sakura, this isn't good," she whispered, "But I know we can get out of this!"
Her guardian smiled. "I hope so, Peach… I hope so…"
Just as suddenly as it had started, the gunfire stopped. Sakura hesitantly looked up and saw that the young man's eyes had gone from blue to amber. It was a very curious changed and Peach soon found herself wondering if there was more to the shooter than they had thought.
His eyes brushed over the little group, taking in every detail. But when he spoke, his mouth never moved. "Princess Peach, Olimar, and Red. I take it that you have just finished seeing the Pokemon World?"
All three were taken aback. Being the first to recover himself, Red grinned when he heard Lucario's voice. "Lucario! I can't believe it's you!"
The Aura Pokemon gave a small chuckle. "Yes… well, I have had quite the adventure as well… and I suppose that your three guardians have no idea what's going on?"
Olimar shrugged. "Not much besides the basics. Get to the giant mountain… that's it…"
Lucario nodded. "Indeed… we are having a bit of a spat between guardians right now…" He nodded in the direction of a clump of bushes. "Samus's guardian, Golfer just left through those trees. He is infuriated at Roy's guardian, Traca." He nodded to a few trees off to the side.
"Sounds like a real bad situation…" Red muttered.
Peach looked up and gasped. The other three turned to look at her questionably. Unable to contain her excitement, she squealed in delight as three colored comets passed overhead.
The first was sky blue, with mixtures of red and gold mixed within. It seemed rather faster than any of their comets and seemed to laugh in delight as it passed. For some strange reason, the heroes down below felt a slight resentment for this comet, yet at the same time was glad that this one was now released.
The second was bright green and while the first zoomed by confidently and speedily, this one was slower. It seemed almost shy as it lagged slightly behind the first, but it was gone in the blink of an eye, either way. It seemed to make way for the third and final streak.
This one was pure red and zipped confidently across the skies. When the Smashers looked upon it, they were filled with a sense of hope, as if their leader had come. In truth, this comet marked the coming of the first of them all, the one who had gone on the most adventures, who had braved the most danger.
The one who would be the leader of them all…
Ah, another chapter finished so early! But alas, it comes at a price…
I have Marching Band Camp starting Monday for a whole week! It takes up the entire day, so I'll have almost no time to write!
What's more, right after the camp comes school! And with my schedule for the first semester, things are going to get pretty hectic. I'll see if I can find as much time as possible to write, but now that summer is coming to an end… I think I'm going to go cry now…
Anyways, thanks to my awesome beta reader and the equally as awesome artist. I love you both!
Seeya!