When the knight finally arrived at Kirby's half-circle home, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

No answer.

"Maybe he isn't home," the knight thought, but the puffs of smoke coming from the chimeny said otherwise.

He decided to knock again, there was an answer, but not the one he wanted.

"Poyo!" the muffled voice said irritably, something hit the door from the inside, and after that there was silence once more.

"Kirby, it's me." Meta Knight knocked once more, "I would appreciate it if you could help out with something."

The knight heard footsteps, and then the door flew open. Kirby stood there with his adorably angry face. But the minute he saw his mentor, his anger melted into happiness and his eyes twinkled. He waddled over and gave his teacher a warm hug. The knight chuckled and patted his head.

"May I come in?" Meta Knight asked,

"Poyo, poyo!" Kirby nodded with a smile. They both walked in, and the first thing Meta Knight noticed is that the place was embarrassingly a mess. The books on his shelf were on the floor, one was in the sink, the covers of his bed were on the floor, the TV had been separated from it's legs...it had genuinely looked like a tornado had hit the place.

Meta Knight couldn't help but ask, "Kirby...what happened here?"

Kirby cringed and peeped a small "puyo" knowing he had to tell Meta Knight what happened

He took a deep breath, and explained carefully in his own language. "Poyo, poyo poyo, pu-piyo." Kirby sighed,

"So...you got mad and...trashed your own home?"

"Poyo..."

Meta Knight took out Galaxia and gave him a gentle reprimanding hit on his head with the flat side, "That is no good, Kirby, you cannot lose your temper like that."

Kirby hung his head down in shame. Meta Knight felt bad for him and wanted to ask why he was mad, but he did not want to lose track of the reason he needed to see him.

Meta Knight took his hand and tilted the puffball's head up, "It's okay, we will address that further later, right now I have something very special to ask of you."

Kirby's eyes twinkled again, this time, even brighter. "How would you...like to be my mentor for the weekend?"

Kirby nodded his head, bursting with excitement "Poyo, poyo!"

"Wonderful. Now, this is a different kind of training I need you to help me with...I need you...to help me learn how to be just a bit more like you, there's something very special about you and I that I need to readjust to, only until tomorrow and the day afterward, I'll need your help."

Kirby's smile was so big you would've thought he had just found the biggest cake he's ever seen. He thought, "Wow! He wants to be...like me? Okay! Let's start now!"

Kirby pounced onto Meta Knight and began trying to take off mask, he attempted to loosen the strap to pull it off. He had done this a million times. It was only slightly harder with the knight's hands trying to pull him off.

"Kirby! Get off!"

"Puyo!~"

The knight eventually lost balance and fell backward. In this position, Kirby was able to successfully pull off his mask.

"Hmmmph." Meta groaned. His crystal white eyes, blue tuft of hair on his head, and pink cheeks highly differentiated from his deep, accented voice. Kirby squealed happily as he patted his patch of hair. "Sooooffttt!"

Meta Knight, albeit being mildly frustrated, couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay, mentor, I guess what you say goes now, right?"

"Poyoooooo!" Kirby said, now with a proud expression.

Meta Knight got up and wrapped himself around in his cape again. "Now, teach me the ways of your doing, I am curious to see what you will teach me."


Now, he wasn't implying he thought Kirby was necessarily lazy, but in his eyes he has always had the most carefree, wholesome, and whimsical personality out of anyone he could name in Dreamland. Was he still just a baby? Yes indeed. But that didn't deter Meta Knight much, he knew he needed this. And besides, Kirby got to spend a few hours of the day with his mentor, everybody wins, right? Nonetheless, he was willing to do it. After all, it was only just for the weekend.