Thanks for the reviews! I am grateful for all your support. This is a story for me to help get past my writer's block.
Also, replying to that one anon review: Yeah, the cover art is indeed divine. XD It's really just filler until I draw a cover for this. :)


Kirby was searching his fridge for something while Meta Knight was patiently sitting on his bed. Kirby finally closed the fridge, and in his stubby little paws was Meta Knight's heaven on Popstar. A cold, creamy chocolate parfait, topped with whipped cream and graham cracker crumbs. Meta Knight gasped and froze for a second, he could even feel he was about to start drooling. But knowing he didn't have his mask on, he hid his mouth in his cape. "Hm..." he mumbled. He couldn't lie to himself, he wanted it. His eyes twitched, and just thinking about how delicious it would taste...But his self-control said no. So staying true to himself, he cleared his throat and held his head high as the puffball got closer. Kirby walked up to him and handed him the treat. "Poyo!"

"Kirby, how long have you had this?" Meta Knight said more monotone than he wanted it to come out. Not minding the tone in any way, Kirby rushed over to his calendar, used a marker to circle a day, then rushed it back to Meta Knight.

"Hm...so for about four days, huh?" Kirby nodded happily and smiled.

"So, why are you giving this to me?" he asked, Kirby replied in his broken English, "This! Yur trainenh!"

The knight was more used to understanding his Poyonese, and the child didn't speak the clearest English, so it took him just a bit longer to understand.

"Oh, this is a part of my training, you say.." the knight winced a little, "Thank you, Kirby, but all I need you to teach me is how to be a bit more relaxed, I must not indulge like this. I've already had my parfait for this year and I simply couldn't—"

"Poyo!"

"You're saying this is what you do to relax?"

"Mhm! Puyo poyo piyo!"

"And you're saying if this works for you, it'll work for me?"

"Mhm!"

That actually made sense to Meta Knight, cause he had to face it, he was a Kiridian too. They had similar pleasures, similar faces, similar...other things...the only way you could really tell the two apart was appearance and personality.

"Well, Kirby I don't think it's quite—"

He cut himself off there, Kirby looked confused, waiting for him to finish his sentence. The knight's white eyes turned green, (meaning he was in deep thought) and he sighed. His own resistance was exactly was what he was going to have to fight. Suddenly, he felt something he hadn't felt in a really long time, an urge. Irresistible urges were completely natural for Kirid kind, as when they saw food, the instinct was to inhale it, as demonstrated by Kirby. But since that urge was suppressed for a long time, it weakened over time. But if something appeals enough to their species, it'll strengthen again. Anyone who knew Meta Knight knew he loved parfaits. Especially after...the incident...

That's why he couldn't seem to take his eyes off it, he just stared at it, he watched as it melted, and melted, and melted. He barely ate anything in a day usually, if he ate at all that day. He never really saw the need since at this point he could easily maintain high energy without it. He got a little mad at himself for even thinking about it.

"Well, surely such a delight shouldn't go to waste." a voice in his mind said, tempting him, "Look at it, it's calling your naaaaame."

"Stop..." Meta Knight said out loud rather solemnly, responding to his thoughts. Kirby was getting a little confused. The knight started to sweat nervously, it was times like this that he wished he had his mask. It always got taken away at the most inconvenient times.

'Meeeeeeeetaaaa Kniiiiighhhht," the thought said, "Meeeeetaaaaa—,"

"Stop it! Fine already!" The knight shouted, Kirby backed away in fear. Finally back in reality, he noticed he frightened the young one. And isn't that just great? There was an awkward silence for about a minute. It was finally broken as Meta Knight cleared his throat.

"I-I...I apologize Kirby, I was just, uh...thinking out loud.." Meta Knight said, unable to come up with a better excuse, "I trust your judgement, and therefore I can make an exception this one time."

Kirby let out a relieved sigh. He was just glad Meta Knight was mentally okay. Meta Knight picked up the spoon, scooped up some of the dessert and put it in his mouth. He was the type that liked to savor the sweetness. Kirby looked a little confused, he thought the best way to do it was to inhale the whole thing, including the glass. But Kirby thought since Meta Knight, after all, was still his elder, so maybe it was just some kind of grown up thing he didn't understand. Regardless, he didn't want to end it there just yet.

Kirby picked up the blanket that was still on the floor and put it back on the bed. He climbed up and then wrapped the blanket around Meta Knight, despite him already having a cape.

"Hm?" Meta Knight peeped, "Thank you, Kirby but I—"

He cut himself off again. But this time just shortly afterward saying, "You know what? Mentor knows best."

Kirby was enjoying being the teacher, it was fun. Meta Knight was enjoying himself too, but this felt odd. Almost as if his entire knighthood was just completely dismissed during this time. He was just starting to feel like he truly was even a member of his own kind. But despite that, he wasn't quite feeling relaxed like he was ready to hibernate for the weekend, while it was only eve and Kirby already looked sleepy. As he finished his parfait, the knight decided it was best that he go and let Kirby get his rest for the night.

"Alright, Kirby, I believe I should go," Meta Knight got up off the bed, "we'll continue training tomorrow, okay?"

Kirby's eyes widened, "Noooooooooo!" Kirby whined, "Stay!"

"It's getting rather late..."

"Reeeeelax!" Kirby pleaded, "Piyo piyo pu-poyo!"

"I wish I could stay the night, but Sailor Dee is waiting at home for me, I'm sure. She must be expecting my return by now."

"Poyo! Please?" Kirby said with wide puppy-dog eyes.

Meta Knight was no fool now, the 'puppy dog eye' trick had no effect on him. But he did feel bad that Kirby didn't really get to spend time with him aside from training, and that was only about two hours out of the day. At the point it was at, it seemed he knew more about Kirby than Kirby knew about him. Though he clearly knew the puffball still liked him and was happy to see him, it couldn't possibly hurt to spend a bit more time with him.

With all that reasoning, Meta Knight succumbed to Kirby's plead, "Okay, I suppose I can stay here the night. But you sleep in the bed, you need the rest much more than I do." Though that was a bit ironic, Kirby was but a small child, the only survivor of the new generation of Star Warriors. He was concerned for his own health at the moment, yes, but he did value Kirby's health much over his own. He had lived his life, Kirby deserved to live his.

Kirby was excited, but he didn't like the thought of not being sure if his 'student' was comfortable enough and would get a good night's sleep. So he got a fluffy pillow and a towel and made a make-shift bed for him.

"Ah, thank you, Kirby." Meta Knight smiled, "I appreciate the favor,"

So, Kirby re-made his bed, the knight adjusted into his own.

"What am I going to tell Sailor Dee tomorrow?" he thought, "I'll just tell her I ended up staying the night, I'm sure she won't mind."

Kirby was already on his way to sleep, with his eyes closed, he quietly said, "Gudnaait..."

Meta Knight chuckled and replied, "Goodnight, Kirby."

The lights went off, and that was the night.

For Kirby.

Meta Knight could still not sleep.