Author's Note:

Here's Chapter 4, and I am so, so sorry for the longer wait! From here on out, I'm going to try to update consistently on the weekends (whether it's this fanfic or one-shots), since weekdays are impossible for me now. Anyways, this chapter is much longer than the last few and I will keep chapters around this length for the rest of the story going forward.

Also, thanks for the 430+ views, it really means a lot! :) I really didn't expect that many views, since this fic is only beginning. I don't know if that's a lot or a little, but I'm still proud of myself either way!

I hope you understand and enjoy this chapter!

"It's back here, Weege!" Mario weeded through the knee high tall grass. The remaining rain droplets hanging on the thin strings dampened their jean overalls, but it didn't stop Mario from dragging his brother through it.

Luigi whimpered, "Broo...our pants are gonna get all wet!" He swatted at his overalls to rid himself of the droplets that had not fully seeped into the fabric, "and I hate-a soggy shoes."

"You always have to-a complain, don't ya?"

"I'm-a not-a complaining!" Luigi said, "It's-a true!"

Mario rolled his eyes, "You-" In the distance, behind some overgrown shrubs stood a grayish shed, "Ohh! Over here!"

He hopped down from the incline to a patch of mushy dirt. Mario was so fixated on getting to the shed that he didn't even feel the mud closing in on his shoes.

Luigi was about to follow his brother's way until he peered down into the seemingly endless pool of mud. He looked at his green and white sneakers then back at Mario. His childlike sense of imagination barred him from following him. What if it would suck his feet in like the quicksand they read about in books or talked about in school? Luigi almost made an 'eep' when he heard Mario's voice call back to him.

"It's just-a mud, Weege!" Taking slow steps across the sticky ground through dead colorless branches and decaying mushroom caps, Mario reached the box-shaped shed. He was standing in front of what held the thousands of treasured memories of their childhood and Uncle Vince's. Mario pulled the vines that bound him from the doors to his memories away to throw open the shed.

The sunshine that peered through the branches of the trees above them beamed into the shed. Mario's eyes twinkled, his heart skipped a thumb, finding what the sunshine had just happened to shine on, "Bro! Here it is!" Mario's voice almost cracked, whipping his head back to his brother, "Look!"

Luigi saw the euphoria that was expressed through the beaming grin on Mario's face. It was so wide that Luigi doubted any normal human, toad or living being for that matter could produce such a smile. He stood on his tippy toes to try and look over Mario's capped head, "What-a is it, bro? Your head is so-a big I can barely see anything!"

"Then come-a down here!" Mario's voice echoed along the wooden walls of the shed as he stepped foot inside. The loose leaves crunched underneath the weight of his foot and the various gardening equipment shifted against the other when he pulled them to the side to get to the prize awaiting him in the belly of the shed.

"But-But the mud…"

Mario barely heard whatever came out of Luigi's mouth. He babbled like messy brook with no sense of direction. If Luigi wanted to stay behind in his little fear bubble, let him, Mario thought, too bad for him, he was going to miss out.

Mario inched closer, but his foot was stopped against the rusting prongs of two tangled up rakes. He tried to reach his short arm out to touch the smooth metal surface of his prize, but Mario cursed, seeing that his fingers couldn't get there, "Ugh…thanks Ma for the short arms."

Suddenly, the sunshine seemed to dim from behind Mario as he kept trying to reach for the treasure he was looking for. He felt a taller presence advancing towards him, along with echoing footsteps inside the shed. As Mario was about to turn his head and see what was coming towards him, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"MAMA MIA!" Mario twirled around with a screech, which boomed from the depths of his gut. The rakes toppled from their upright positions and knocked against a workbench. Mario's eyes bulged more than a Fat Guy's belly over his belt. He didn't know what to expect to see behind him until- "Weege?"

Luigi took a step back with his hands in front of his face just in case Mario were to do something stupid and swing his arms out. The two brothers saw what they were doing and immediately stopped. Mario's screech came to a halt, and his face flushed red with embarrassment, seeing a blank stare of astonishment in his twin brother's face.

Luigi couldn't hold the laughter building up in the swell of his cheeks any longer and it bursted out, "Oh Mario, bro, oh my-a Stars…"

"What?" Mario shouted angrily, he thought steam was actually fuming from his ears like he were in a early Saturday morning cartoon, "Why the heck are you sneaking up on-a me, bro? You could-a called my name or something."

"You scream as loud as the a princess did when she was a baby!" Luigi teased.

"Shut up!"

He waited for Mario to cool down, "Just-a what were you looking for anyway?" Luigi then asked, eyeing around the shed, "Didn't you want-a to look for a ball?"

With a nod, Mario turned his back to his brother to show him the object he was looking for. He twisted and turned, but it was nowhere to be found. He swore he was about to get a hold of it before Luigi came in so suddenly. "It was-a just here…" Mario twirled the brown hairs in his growing moustache, "How'd it just-a disappear?"

"Disappear?" While Mario continued to scan the same area he had been for about the hundredth time, Luigi decided to turn his gaze downward. There was a soccer ball-sized metal sphere that laid on the floor inches from Luigi's feet. Unilluminated lights were lined around the circumference while one larger one sat in the middle. To get a closer look, Luigi knelt down before it. The metal pieces holding the ball together appeared rusted and caved, so Luigi eased his fingers around the surface to avoid accidentally pulling them off. This was the next closest thing to a ball in that shed, Luigi thought, was this the thing Mario was looking for?

"Ey, Weege!" Mario turned around, meaning to check out the alignment of rakes until he found Luigi kneeling on the ground and peering down at something, "...What are you doing?"

"Mario, bro."

"What?"

He sprang to his feet and outstretched his hands, with the ball gently sitting in his palms. From what Luigi could see, stars were dancing in the blue of Mario's eyes, "Holy Star Haven!" Mario exclaimed and without warning, he snatched the ball from his brother's hands. It made Luigi squeak, anticipating the poor ball to fall apart in that very second, "You found it!"

"I-I did-a?" Luigi asked, "Found what?"

"Dummy!" Mario was astonished, "You don't-a know what this is?"

"I don't-a know, bro, I just came out here looking for a ball with you!"

"This." Mario held the ball up to Luigi's face, "This is the Strikers Cup soccer ball!"

Luigi blinked, he couldn't believe his eyes as they surveyed the metal ball, "R-Really?! A real-"

"Yeah!" Mario said while his eyes wandered over the aged metal, "I can't-a believe Vince even has this thing! It must-a be twenty-plus years old!"

"Twenty?! That-a much?"

"Probably more…" Mario awed, but Luigi twiddled his thumbs anxiously.

"If it's that-a old, should we even be messing with it?"

Mario huffed, the breath exiting from his mouth blew off some of the dust particles and dirt pellets loosely sprawled about the metal sphere. They flew right into Luigi's face. The bunnies tickled the green brother's nostrils and made him unleash a flurry of coughs. Mario stepped away from Luigi and giggled childishly, "Stars, Weege, maybe it needs to be played with, since it's been sitting in a dusty shed for so-a long."

Shaking his head and rubbing over his nose, Luigi spluttered with an agonizing tickle deep in his nose, "Bro, seriously, wanna get us in more-a trouble?"

"Sorry, Weege, couldn't hear ya, you gotta speak up." Mario shoved past a sniffling Luigi, who could hear the metal creaking under Mario's careless, heavy hands. There was no stopping him now, whatever Mario did would be his responsibility too. Luigi began mentally preparing for when that ball broke and they would have to explain to Vince why his Strikers Cup ball fell apart.

Luigi jumped when the Strikers ball was dropped onto the shed floor. The substantial weight of it rocketed the shaky foundation of the shed. Mario's sneakers scoffed against the floor as the red brother dragged his right foot back, "Wait-Wait up, bro!" Luigi gulped and ducked behind the rakes. Oh well, on the bright side, at least he saw a Strikers Cup ball intact and in person, "Are you-a sure about this?!"

What Luigi got for an answer was the sound of a loud punt, a blunt sneaker clashing against a metal surface. Luigi closed his eyes, hoping the ball didn't break right then and there. The punt was followed by clamouring footsteps dashing out of the shed. Luigi creaked open an eyelid at this, and he shrieked when both the ball and his brother were completely gone from the shed. In a blink, they were gone. Gone! "Bro!"

Luigi bounced off his feet and only stopped at the entrance of the shed. He halted just in time before his sneakers sank into the mud. For some reason, Luigi tilted his head skyward, to the trees and the black-eyed clouds splayed across the blue sky. Something then caught his eye, far up in the sky, soaring towards Uncle Vince's yard, something grey and circular. A UFO? No, he had to be rational here.

Looking back in front of him, Luigi found Mario trouncing through the mud and up over the incline back towards the house. Luigi gasped as the pieces came together, how in the Underwhere did Mario get that ball up so high and without it breaking? And how did Mario get through the mud so easily? Despite being twins who supposedly knew everything about each other from top to bottom, these were questions Luigi couldn't find an answer for.

"Hey, Bro! Wait-a up for me!" Luigi called out, but he could barely hear his brother's cocky response. Honestly, he didn't even want to anyway. "He's not-a waiting for me." He muttered to himself, seeing Mario only a few meters away from the yard. With a sigh, Luigi eased his feet across the patch of mud onto a less moistened patch of dirt, and then to another. There was a burn in his quads, but it was either that or slushy feet.

Luigi hopped back onto the incline, over a patch of murky muck. In the air, he feared a sudden slip in his landing that would send him tumbling back into the mud, that could possibly suck him down into a void of nothingness. Luigi let a pent up breath exit from his lungs once his feet touched the drier ground.

Mario skipped out from the covering of trees and back into the sunshine. He beamed when the rays warmed his olive skin and the increased brightness met his vision. Along with the sun and the welcoming blue sky, Mario looked across the yard, finding two soccer goals already set up. Mario figured Uncle Vince must've put them up while they went to check out the shed for a ball. Mario couldn't thank him enough in his mind.

From afar, Mario noticed the Strikers Cup ball heading back down towards the ground. Wanting to catch it before it landed on the grass, Mario bounded after it, "I'm-a gonna get it first, Weege!" He shouted back, keeping his eyes up on the metal sphere soaring down.

The calm breeze turned rough as Mario ran, across the red, white-spotted fungi littered around the edge of the forest. He was extra careful not to have the sole of his foot crush the head of the mushroom into the ground, Mama always said that was bad luck. Mario was surprised he even followed such a stupid rule, as his running speed slowed.

Before he knew it, Mario was running through the freshly cut grass and into the center of the yard, "Come to Mario!" He announced, and slid through the wet ground. He lifted his leg up, attempting to catch the ball on his foot and then circle it in between his heels. Mario stood in the yard, peering up into the sky. He waited for a few seconds, but no specialty Striker Cup ball was in sight, "What the…" Mario imagined he must've looked like an idiot, standing in the middle of the yard and looking up to the sky, motionless.

"You're looking for this, bro?"

A very familiar voice called out to him from a few yards away. Mario whipped his head around, and immediately noticed the ball being twirled in Luigi's palm. His eyes narrowed, "What did you do?"

Luigi shrugged nonchalauntly, and mocked Mario's drawn out "you", "You overcalculated the landing position."

"Don't make-a up words!"

"You thought-a you were slick, " Luigi teased, feeling a little bit of pride bubbling in his chest, "thinking you could-a outrun me. You knew I was a thousand meter dash MVP last-a year."

"Well, I'll just beat you in soccer again like every time!" Mario pursed his lips to make a 'pbbt' sound before crossing his arms, 'Doesn't even matter if you have the ball anyway."

Luigi dropped the ball and once it hit the ground, the lights glowed a faint purple, "Alrighty." He shifted the ball against his heel, showing Mario that he was in possession, "We'll-a see, bro."

"You're-a on." Mario leaned down and locked eyes with Luigi. His nerves preparing for the moment when he would need to to pounce and steal the ball away. It made tingles of anticipation run through his fingers and toes.

Luigi knew he needed to move quick, since Mario placed himself in a perfect position in front of him, where he couldn't see the opening of the goal. The green brother couldn't force a smile back when he thought of a plan.

What was he planning? Mario thought to himself, knowing Luigi was the more conniving at his core (surprisingly). Mario couldn't wait to see what was up his sleeve. Unable to wait, Mario lunged at Luigi's standing form.

He should've known better, but Mario realized that all too late when Luigi veered out of his path.

Damn! Mario completely missed him, and a little nudge at his leg sent him flying off course. He could feel the wind of his brother rushing past him. Utilizing his quick reflexes, Mario brought his body up straight and twirled on the ball of his foot.

Once he turned his head back around, Mario gasped when he found Luigi only halfway to the goal. But, Mario was far from losing hope on this game. He smirked when he noticed Luigi's far from neat dribbling skills. The ball was losing momentum, since Luigi was barely able to catch it with the other foot when he passed it.

Mario hurried on his feet. He almost tripped from a little twinge of pain in his foot from spinning around so abruptly, but he quickly reminded himself that is was nothing and to keep going. Mario kept a bit of space between him and his brother, as he ran closer to him. He knew, with Luigi's messy dribbling, the ball would steer in his direction for him to steal.

A aged hand, which had begun to diversify with age spots, lowered down onto the head of the Chain Chomplet. "How's he doing with the flees?" Papa inquired, to which Uncle Vince walked away from his spot in the kitchen and towards his brother.

With the gentle hand petting his head, Nico closed his eyes and began to snuggle at Papa's foot. "I brought-a Nico to the vet actually. They say he's-a all clear now, I just can't-a let him out into the forest as much anymore."

Vince knelt down next to Papa. A smile came to his chunky face when he watched Nico flop over onto his back. The Chain Chomplet squirmed and spluttered around the floor once Papa began rubbing his underbelly. "You know."

"What?"

"My boys…" Papa peered down into Nico's big black eyes. "they always wanted a pup. They bothered me and Aldina almost everyday for one when they were younger. At breakfast, dinner, the rides home from school...they would always ask for a Chomplet pup."

Vince couldn't hold back a chuckle, "It's the one thing those two have in common, right?"

No kidding. "Right. But how could those two care for it when they can't even get along with each other?" Papa admitted, even though it was much to his dismay, "And we didn't have the money for one either. We're simple people, living in the boonies of Toad Town and raising two kids, we couldn't have a pup thrown in the mix too!"

"Maybe it would've been for the better." Vince shrugged when Papa turned his head up towards him, "Having a pet is like having a child, I understand, but it makes all the difference. Perhaps the boys would've learned a bit-a more responsibility and-"

"WAHHH MARIOOOO!"

Papa took his hand off of Nico and rubbed it through his hair, "Oh no...was that…"

Nico was the first to react once Papa took his hand away. He rolled stubby body his over and made an "eep", laying on his own belly. His rear raised along with his rounded tail pointed upwards.

"Oh Stars! Nico!" Vince dived for the ground in an attempt to get his arms around Nico, but the Chomplet was away from him quicker than he realized. As he slid on the hardwood, his arms curled around his own body, just missing Nino by a few inches. The Chomplet made a beeline for the opened door. "Get-a back here, you!" Vince shouted as Papa helped him up, "Bro, for the love of the Stars, could-a you get-a Nico for-a me?"

"Sure, Vince."

Papa stood. His taller body surpassed Vince's by only a few inches, but it was quite noticeable. Papa gave Vince a pat on the shoulder before he bounded for the front door. With a strong hand, he whipped the heavy door open. To his surprise and relief, Nico was right in his line of sight. The Chomplet sat in the grass, just a few feet away from the patio. At least he wouldn't have to go running to catch the little thing. As soon as Papa was about to catch Nico in his arms, he was soon faced with something different.

"MARIO! That's not-a fair!"

Mario was now halfway down the other side of the yard, away from the opposite goal. He dribbled the ball cleanly between his feet, without any mishaps. "That's why you didn't make the soccer team, Weege, you can't-a dribble if the world depended on it!"

"Shut up, Mario!" Luigi shouted, but, to his credit, he was gaining on Mario quickly. "At least I can run faster than you!"

Luigi tried to charge him, but Mario was the one to react first. He skidded cleanly out of the way, with the help of the wet grass, "But you ain't that-a observant."

"What do you mean by-a that-WAHHH!" Luigi's foot rammed against something solid and tough. It completely threw off his movement and sent the green brother tumbling down onto the grass below. Luigi only got one look at what he tripped over before he slammed face first into the moistened ground. A rock...for Stars sake! Luigi sulked when he came to the realization that he completely blew his chance to finally beat his overbearing, arrogant brother.

The next thing that caught his ear was the drowning sound of Mario cracking up. It made Luigi take his head up from the ground. He gasped at the state of the Strikers Cup ball. The lights of its center and sides illuminated brightly in a yellow glow, it was surprisingly visible, even in the broad daylight. Luigi wiped the muddy dirt from his face to get a better look.

After allowing the ball to roll slightly in front of him, Mario reclined his foot back and jerked it forward. The collision between his foot and the ball was so intense that it made the latter emit a white glow as it flew into the goal. One the ball was caught inside the net, Mario jumped with glee.

"Oh yeah! Mario's the winner! Mario's the winner!" Mario pumped his fists up towards the beaming sun, "Mario's the winner!" He jumped one final time and once he landed, Mario pointed straight at Luigi, "And Weege is the loser!"

Sitting up on his knees, Luigi crossed his arms with a pout, "I hate-a this game."

" 'Cause you always loose!"

Luigi ignored Mario that time, and many more, since his brother kept bragging obnoxiously in his face. Maybe a comforting hug from his Mama or a change of clothes would brighten his mood, Luigi thought. Just as he was about to climb onto the stairs, Luigi bumped straight into Papa, who held Nico in his arms, close to his chest.

"Hey Papa." Luigi only looked up a minute before he hid himself in between his shoulders.

At least he wasn't trying to break up another fight. "You alright, son?"

Luigi then moved around Papa to head for the steps, "I'm-a gonna come in and change. Don't-a mind me."

"Son."

"Weegee." A voice came from the door and Luigi turned his head upwards. He found Vince blocking the open doorway. He stepped to the side to only let Papa through, but as Luigi went to do the same, Vince blocked it again, "Hold on-a there."

"Can I please-a go inside, Uncle Vince?" Luigi pleaded and squeezed the side of his shirt, letting the murky dirt-filled water leak from the fabric. "I'm-a all dirty."

Uncle Vince shook his head, and wrapped a big arm around Luigi's shoulders. "That's not-a it." He began leading him back down the stairs and towards the lawn. "Mario beat-a you again, didn't he?"

"Yeah." Luigi nodded and he looked away to the lining of the forest.

"Is that-a why you wanna stop?"

"Well..."

"That's no reason to quit!" Vince exclaimed.

Luigi gave a tired shrug, which made his moistened sleeves cling further onto his shirt, "I'm not-a quitting! I just wanna help-a Mama with the-a dinner!"

"Oh please-a, I can see through that."

"Oh Stars-a help me…"

Uncle Vince ignored Luigi's mumble grumble and instead turned his attention to his other nephew. The red clad brother danced about on the field, probably forgetting that Luigi was even present, "If I turn my back, you won't-a run off on-a me, will you, Weegee?"

"O-Ok, I won't." Luigi agreed and he received a strong pat on his back.

"Mario!" Uncle Vince called out, to which Mario eagerly turned his head towards him.

"Did you-a see that-a steal I made?!"

"Yeah, Yeah, Mario, just-a me that ball in there." And Mario did so, ducking under the net to get the Strikers Cup ball resting there. Uncle Vince caught the ball in his hand before dropping it to the ground.

The ball rolled between Vince's feet, once it hit the soggy grass, "I'm-a gonna teach you a little trick, Weegee." With a swerve, Vince crossed Luigi and ran out into the center of the yard. Luigi was struck with awe, seeing the ball stay cleanly in his uncle's possession, "Consider this a once-in-a-lifetime tutoring-a session from a Strikers Cup-a champion. Watch."

"A-Alrighty…" Luigi followed Vince back out into the yard, but stayed a good distance away so he could watch his uncle's trick.

Vince beckoned over to Mario, "Try to-a get the ball from me."

Mario jogged in place before leaning down, his eyes glinting as they narrowed in on the ball. "You're-a on." He mumbled before breaking out in a full charge towards Uncle Vince.

Uncle Vince was prepared for his lunge, however. Once Mario got close enough and extended his leg forward to kick the ball away, Uncle Vince rolled the ball onto his foot. Swiftly, Uncle Vince juggled the ball over to his opposite side and back again as Mario tried consistently to kick it away. He could hear Mario grumbling under his heavy breaths, and with every failed kick, his nephew's frustration became more apparent.

Just at the right time, Uncle Vince swerved around Mario's body and bolted away from him. He left Mario whipping his head about in confusion. Once the red clad brother noticed where his uncle went, Vince had already begun to lift his foot behind him and slam it into the ball. It illuminated once again on impact as it flew straight into the goal.

Luigi stammered dumbfoundedly, "How...How did-a you do that?!"

"I had a good coach, so it didn't take me that-a long to master." Uncle Vince admitted, "And I'm sure you can do the same, I've noticed you got good reflexes."

"I-I do?"

"You're better than you think." Once Uncle Vince retrieved the ball, he dropped it down again, but this time it was before Luigi's feet instead of his, "Here. Pick-a the ball up with your-a foot and bounce it into your-a hand a few times."

Luigi gulped, but nodded. He scooped up the ball with his sneaker and whipped his foot upwards, making the ball rocket high. Luigi easily was able to catch it in his hands once it came back down. He repeated the action a few more times, he failed a little in between due to the fact that Mario shot him daggers intently, but overall, Luigi was consistent.

"You're-a doing good!" Uncle Vince exclaimed, "You learned faster than-a Mario!" He laughed when Mario gave him a scoff in the background.

Luigi mumbled back with a grin, "He doesn't like-a hearing that…"

"I can-a see." He said, 'Back to-a soccer, Weege."

"Now what do I do?"

"Try to-a bounce it with-a both feet." Uncle Vince then suggested, but a nervous nod came from Luigi, "It's not-a that hard, just try."

Luigi did...or attempted to. He failed almost three times in a row, but the fourth time was when it finally clicked in Luigi's mind. After flicking the ball up with one foot, Luigi swiftly lifted the other and kicked it back over. He forgot the world was spinning around him, since his eyes snapped from left to right on the ball. Luigi almost squeaked when Uncle Vince put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Nice, Weegee!" He said proudly, "You're-a getting it!"

"How long did-a I go-a for?"

"About a good minute."

"Mamma Mia, that's awesome!" Luigi exclaimed excitedly.

"Now." Uncle Vince took the ball off the ground and cradled it in his arm after waving Mario over, "All you gotta do now is add the serve technique and you'll be good to go."

"I'm-a good at the swerve…" Luigi said.

"Then you'll-a be fine."

"Wait, about what?"

That made Uncle Vince laugh heartily, "Against your brother. Use that move if he tries to get the ball from-a you." He then leaned down to whisper so that Mario couldn't hear as he approached them, 'It-a always worked for-a me."

"Ready to lose?" Mario tilted his head, "Again?"

Luigi chose not to respond.

Uncle Vince spread the brothers out a few feet apart from each other, "Three, two, one..." He held the ball up a little higher, waiting an extra second until he shouted out, "Go!" Once he let the ball slip from his palm, Uncle Vince hurried backwards in order to avoid being clobbered in the middle of the brother's clash.

Luigi was the quicker brother with the longer legs, which allowed him to easily pull the ball inwards and away from Mario. The red clad brother tried, but he couldn't reach Luigi. However, he wouldn't give up the ball that easily. Once Luigi turned away from him to start running towards his goal, Mario caught the ball and stole it away from Luigi when it strayed too far from his feet.

Luigi cursed himself for not using the technique, but soon reassured himself that it wouldn't have been applicable to use in that scenario. He then focused on chasing Mario, who had already made it up a few yards away from the goal. Once Mario stopped to make his shot, Luigi dove in front of him and shoved the ball away.

"Come-a on, Weege!"

He was close to slipping on the grass, but by some miracle from the Stars, Luigi was able to pick himself up and continue onwards. The ball winded about between his feet, but whenever it strayed away, it was in front, so Luigi was relieved Mario couldn't try and steal as easily. Luigi kept that going for around a few more feet.

That is, until Mario slipped behind him, "Hey!" Luigi exclaimed, when Mario bumped into him with his heavier body. His shorter leg tried to get his foot in between his brother's. Luigi veered away from Mario and hopped a little bit forward. It was a tangled mess, but Luigi managed it the best he could, trying to free himself from Mario's cornering maneuvers. That's when Luigi realized what he needed to do.

Luigi caught the ball just before it could veer into Mario's possession. Digging his foot into the ground, the ball rolled into his shoe. His heart nearly skipped a beat when he realized that he pulled the first part off correctly. Luigi juggled it onto his other foot and away from Mario, "Weege...What the-?" Mario tried to get him, but Luigi kept the ball tightly packed in between his feet as he steered away from him.

It was Mario's astonishment that made him unintentionally back away from his brother and quit his attempts at a steal. His mind came back once he saw Luigi begin to dash away, kicking the ball forward ever so slightly forwards to get ready for a shot at the goal. Mario attempted to catch up to his green clad brother, but he was just too fast for him.

Mario's sneakers squeaked against the ground as he came to a sudden stop, seeing the ball being flown into the goal net with its lights glowing a bright white. Mario stood, eyes and mouth peeled so wide, he didn't know what to think. Had his own wimp of a brother just beat him at soccer? It had to be a horrible dream. He snapped out of his little trance when he heard his Mama's voice call out to them from the doorway.

"Boys! Come inside for a little while and help me with the dinner!"

Author's Note:

I cannot stress enough how sorry I am for the wait. I promise this won't happen often because I am starting to make more time to work on fanfics and things, so stay tuned for more!