A/N: Enjoy! :3

Chapter 2: Small Favors

After the tour around the Smash Mansion, Marth and Ike lead Makato to the backyard. There were fifteen different wacky and funky water slides, grilled meats on a long-ranged table, bounce houses, and a giant pool. Balloons and streamers to welcome the new Smasher. Everyone was having a blast.

"We need to get their attention. . ." Marth said.

Ike crossed his arms, thinking, 'What's the best way to get a Smasher's attention? Ooh, I know.'

"EVERYONE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

All of the Smashers were dead silent with a straight bold look on their faces as they twisted their heads to Ike.

"Well. . . that worked. . ." Marth sweatdropped.

"I have an announcement to make so you better listen, freaks. As you all know, we kinda have a new supporter kinda like a Smasher at the same time but she's not and-"

Marth smacked Ike upside down the head. "Idiot! Just get to the point already!" Marth angrily whispered. "Ok, ok, ok," Ike said back. Makato sweatdropped and laughed a little.

Ike cleared his throat as he continued. "Anyways this is. . . umm. . ." Ike leaned over to Makato. "Sorry, what's your name again?"

"Makato."

"Alright, Makoto."

Marth jumped off an invisible cliff and came back to life. "You idiot!" The prince then shoved Ike away and pulled Makato to himself as he held her hand.

"This is Makato and she will be joining the Smashers as an assistant with her potions. She makes many kinds of potions so I hope you all look forward to such. Do you have anything you want to say?" Marth asked Makato.

Makato looked at the Smashers in all different shapes and sizes and showed a smile. "Please take care of me. I can't wait for what the future holds for us."

Everyone clapped and cheered for Makato joining the Smashers.

"Welcome!"

"Great to have you here!"

"Woo woo!"

"Now, Ike, was that so hard?" Marth gave a stink eye to the mercenary.

". . .The smell of BBQ got the best of me." Ike said.

"Yeah, sure."

"Oh! Your names? I would like to know." Makato remembered asking.

"Excuse me for not telling my name earlier, my name is Marth and the guy I pushed over was Ike. The pink puffball you met earlier was Kirby, and the green elf was Link."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you guys." Makato made a slight bow. She then looked around the atmosphere of the fun in the backyard. "Where do I even start? I'm getting quite nervous. . ."

"Would you like me to stay by your side?"

The little blue bird let out a chirp to Makato on her shoulder as it flapped its wings. Makato smiled at her bird and shook her head. "I think I'll be just fine. . . As long as I have Miru." Makato said. "I'll see you guys later?"

"Of course." Marth waved Makato off as she walked over to the crowd of Smashers. A few of them made their approach to her, and started off conversations with her.

"Seems like she will fit in quite nicely."

"So, Martha-chan. Playing the nice prince, huh?" Ike arched an eyebrow to Marth.

"At least I didn't forget her name," Marth smirked.

"Yeah, whatever. The meat is calling me." Ike left Marth's side, heading to the grilled meat on the table. Marth watched his friend and glanced over to Zelda that approached him.

"I just hope everyone meets her during the celebration. . ." Zelda said.

Marth nodded. "Yeah, I noticed not all of the Smashers are here. Roy should be coming home any time soon. . . But I don't know about the rest."

(oOoOoOo)

After the party came to a close, Peach and Samus showed Makato to her new room and helped her unpacked her belongings.

"Thank you so much for the help," Makato said, closing her bag as she set it aside on her bed.

"Of course! We'll be best friends from now on! I never met anyone who makes potions." Peach giggled, setting empty glass containers on a shelf.

"Are you some kind of witch? I won't judge." Samus asked, setting a bag of corks on the bottom of the shelf.

"No. Not quite." Makato answered. She looked around the room with an unsatisfied look. "In order for me to make potions, I need to buy a pot."

"Oh! We have a lot of cooking pots in the kitchen!" Peach gleamed.

"Not a cooking pot. . . but a witch pot."

Samus and Peach glanced at each other with nervousness in their eyes.

"Are you sure you're not a witch?" Samus asked again for clarification. "I know you don't have green skin and a big mole on your pointy nose, but. . ."

"Honest." Makato brushed her braided pigtails to her back. "I have a witch pot at home, so I want another one for here. A long wooden spoon as well, and some more glass containers."

"We will help you with your shopping! You can leave the clothes to me and Samus will help you buy your witch pot, right Sammy?" Peach turned her head to Samus.

"I'm kinda busy actually-"

"What. Was. That?" An evil aura surrounded the mushroom princess.

"Ok! I'll go, just don't kill me." Samus sweatdropped.

"Good! Anyways let's get ready!"

(oOoOoOo)

Smash Mall

"Isn't shopping fun?!" Peach said, skipping while Samus carried all of Makato's brand new jewelry and dresses from expensive stores.

"Yes. . . but, Peach? Besides dresses and jewelry, I do need my witch pot." Makato sweatdropped.

"We have all day to get it! Don't worry about it!" Peach smiled.

Makato gave in and showed a small smile. "Of course, if you say so."

"That's the spirit!"

The girls kept walking in the mall and stopped by a gift shop. As Peach dragged Samus for more goodies, Makato spotted a boxed gift of different kinds of chocolate.

"I think four boxes will do. . ." Makato said to herself.

(oOoOoOo)

Outside of Smash Mansion

Roy groaned, limping back to the main door of the Smash Mansion. He scratched his cheek that crumbled off the dried dirt and blood of his two-day mission. His clothes ripped and burnt from fire breathing dragons, and his skin, cut and bruised from the forest monsters.

"Man! Who knew fighting a shit load of monsters by yourself could be. . . so tiring." Before Roy could reach the doorknob, his legs collapsed on him as his face struck the concrete floor. "That cheap bastard Master Hand. . . Just because I couldn't pay my debt. . . But now here I am! Almost dead. . . I just want a nice bed and-"

Roy paused himself, hearing faint giggling coming closer behind him. He got up on his feet and turned to see Peach doing the giggling, Samus carrying an arms length of bags, and a girl with pink buns dragging a witch pot on a cart.

"Hey look, it's Roy! Welcome home!" Peach waved to the redhead.

"Peach~! I'm so tired! Can you make me some soup?" Roy whined.

"Of course!"

The girls met with Roy at the door. Roy glanced at the pink-haired girl who stared back at him.

"Who's. . . your friend?" Roy then asked the two blondes.

"Her name is Makato. She's the new Smasher that makes potions." Samus explained.

"Makato, this is Roy. And he's a Smasher just like us." Peach said.

"Hello, Roy. It's nice to meet you." Makato said.

Roy's heart skipped a beat as he clenched his shirt where his heart was. "H-hi! I'm Roy! Strongest Smasher." Roy glanced at the large witch pot that was beside Makato. "Are you like a kawaii anime school girl witch?"

Peach and Samus fell to the ground from Roy's question.

Makato sweatdropped. "Not quite. . ."

"Tweet~" The blue bird whistled.

"Anyways, let's get this pot upstairs and into her room," Samus said. With eight hands, the four of them were able to take the witch pot straight to her room without any problems. After everything was finally unpacked, Makato thanked the girls once more as they left her room.

"I have a favor to ask you, Roy, if you're not in a hurry," Makato said, before he left her room.

Roy boxed out a smile and gave a stiff nod. "O-of course I'm not in a hurry! What do you need?"

"Can you give these to Marth, Ike, Link, and Kirby?" Makato handed over four boxed gifts with name tags on it. "I want to repay them for their kindness. But I'm not so sure on where they are. . . This place is so big after all."

"Uh, yea! Sure, no problem. . . " A cloud of depression rained above Roy as he left her room. 'Damn them all! Why are they getting chocolate and not me?'

"Thank you so much!" Makato thanked him on his way out.

Out in the hallway, he was able to give Link and Kirby their boxed chocolate, leaving Marth and Ike left. Roy frowned at the two red boxes, hoping to get a taste. "This is so unfair. I went on a deadly-ass mission while those two hooligans feast themselves to chocolate. They don't deserve it. . . I do! Roy needs the calories from his hard work. I'll just give them a different gift."

(oOoOoOo)

"There you guys are!" Roy waved at Marth and Ike as he walked into their room. "Missed me! Because I sure would!"

Marth stopped polishing his Falchion and Ike cracked his eyes wide from his afternoon nap.

"Welcome back, Roy." Marth greeted. "How was your mission? Finally understand what it means to be in debt for so long?"

"Yep! Never stay in debt!" Roy then threw two red boxed gifts at the two swordsmen. "Delivery from the new girl."

Marth saw the box and his eyes glimmered. "Wow, a gift for us? How kind of her."

Ike lifted the box up in the air. "We saved her life, that's why."

"Oh. . . you saved her life? Well, that's nice. . . Hehehe. Gotta blast!" Roy waved them out and sprinted out of their room.

"What's in here? Chocolate?" Marth untied the red ribbon and lifted the lid. The moment he did, a cream pie shot his face, as cream splattered everywhere on his Falchion and bed.

"What the?" Ike burst out a laugh from the pie gag. Marth wiped the cream from his eyes and looked at the bottom of the box, seeing Roy's handwriting on a sticky note.

'MY CHOCOLATE. YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE IT!'

Ike walked up to Marth, scooping the cream that glued to his hair and licked it. "Well, what a surprise. I had a feeling she would hate you."

Marth let out a sarcastic laugh. "Maybe your gift is different. Go ahead, Ike. Open it."

"I shall-" Ike ripped out the red ribbon and opened it, receiving the same pie to the face gag.

"Bastard. You knew. . ." Ike growled, wiping the cream from his eyes.

"Of course, Roy did it. As it literally said on the sticky note. He ate our real gifts." Marth said.

"How cheesy can his redhead get? Wait till I-!" Ike grabbed his Ragnell and gave it a 90-degree bend.

"Uhh, Ike your sword-" Marth pointed.

"Shit."

I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please comment. :3