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Chapter 15: Preparations
May 4th
4:00 P.M
Smash Mansion
Dining Room
What was supposed to be fun and safe came to a sudden closure in the business due to a mutated monster and slavery work. The Spring Festival. The day was only halfway gone from that incident, but soon a memory as the Smashers dined on many varieties of pizza and flavorful-iced juices. Amy and Galacta Knight joined them for the meal cause why not?
"Everything has its secrets. . . The Spring Festival is shut down until. . . further notice. Who knows when they'll bring that event up." Mario said, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza. "I'm sorry Makato, Miru. Your first experience happened to be a very bad one."
"It's not a problem, Mario," Makato assured him.
"I disagree. You were put in danger, Princess." Miru shook his head.
"Now what? Literally, I was looking forward to the Spring Festival." Pit pouted, eating a slice of cheese pizza. "Maybe we can do something spring festivally tomorrow to make it up."
"We don't have to," Ike said, stacking more slices of pizza onto his plate.
Marth side-eyed the mercenary's plate. "Ike, you're not the only one who's hungry."
"Ooh~! I got an idea!" Peach waved her hand, gaining the attention of everyone at the dining table.
"What is it, Peach?" Samus questioned.
"We should host our own festival at the SSBB Mansion! Doesn't that sound fun?!"
Many Smashers nodded at Peach's idea, as chatter popped out like fireworks.
"Oh, like those kinds of festivals in Japanese high schools?" Zelda asked.
"Yes! Who needs the stinky, slimy Spring Festival when we can make our own!" Peach said.
"We're not high schoolers," Wolf muttered.
"That sounds like a lot of fun, Peach!" Popo and Nana cheered.
"I agree!" Amy said.
"Depends whether or not Meta Knight's gonna act like a bitch." Galacta Knight snickered.
"No comment." Meta Knight said.
The idea was put into consideration to create their very own festival hosted in the SSBB mansion.
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"So, we got the festival. How're we getting people?" Link asked.
"Mario and Sonic got a pretty big gang. I'd say we invite them to make it look like people are interested! Then we can pass out flyers or some shit." Ness said.
Silence filled the dining room from Ness' idea.
Marvelous.
A marvelous idea, many thought.
"How about we re-create our version of the Olympic Games with Mario and Sonic's friends?" Samus suggested. "Competition is very attractive."
"Sure, let's make a rip-off and call it Smash Olympics," Ike said.
". . ." Samus glanced over to Ike, curling her lips. "Ok, we don't do that and. . . I don't know. Cooking competition?"
"Are we Food Network?" Ike scoffed, crossing his arms.
"God damn it, Ike, at least come up with something!"
"It doesn't sound that bad of an idea. How about we have a Farmer's Market type of competition?" Red added.
"Let's keep it separate. We host our. . . whatever the fuck we're doing and Mario and Sonic's friends can do their Olympics." Ike said.
"We have to keep it interesting, so us Smashers will be hosting something in a stall or. . . whatever. And the main event could be Mario and Sonic Olympics." Zelda said. "Let's form into groups when we make our stalls."
"How many people in a group?" Luigi asked.
"Are we grouping by our games?" Fox asked.
"Yes, by game. Advertising is very important. . . so. . ." Zelda smiled, turning to Samus. "Samus, can you-?"
"I swear to God, Zelda. If you make me wear the damn bunny girl shit-" Samus popped a vein, remembering her fair share of sleazy, bunny costumes. Eyes, eyes, so many eyes on her.
"But you looked so cute~" Peach whined.
"Zip it, Peach."
Zelda clasped her hands together. "The main event of the festival is the Mario and Sonic Olympics. Do we all agree?"
Nods and yeses were answered amongst the Smashers.
"It's a great idea, however. . ." Mario scratched the tip of his mustache. "As Ike said, we can't make a rip-off. We can't afford our reputation to head downwards which could lead to prison."
"Yes, definitely avoid prison," Roy said, staring at Ike.
"Keep your eyes to yourself, Redhead."
Zelda pulled out a pencil and paper. "Let's brainstorm and avoid prison. Sorry to drag your friends, Mario, Luigi, Peach, Bowser, Wario, Yoshi, Monkeys, and Sonic, but your guy's participation is needed whether they want to or not. And to keep it fair, you guys aren't allowed to brainstorm. . ."
"Ah, no biggy." Sonic shook his hand. "I know they'll be up to join."
"Mhm!" Amy smiled.
"Daisy's a little picky, but we'll see. . ." Mario shrugged.
"She'll definitely come!" Peach said.
The Smashers that weren't a part of Mario and Sonic's crew began to blast out ideas as Zelda jotted them down. Many made sense and some were out of the question.
"An eating contest." Kirby raised his hand drooling about the food.
Zelda nodded, writing it down. "Everyone loves food. . ."
"An obstacle race," Ike said.
"Treasure hunt!" Ness said.
"Hopscotch?" Lucas raised his hand.
"No, that's for poor people."
"A fighting tournament," Lucario said.
"Let's speed up the pace with some go-karts!" Captain Falcon said.
"Dancing contest," Pikachu said.
"Scare the shit out of people with a haunted house." Snake said.
"Now we're talking!" Roy said.
Peach raised her hand."Oh! Can we have a singing contest?"
Zelda stopped writing and turned to Peach. "Peach, you can't- -wait a minute, that's not a bad idea."
"Quiz them." Link said.
"Poyo! A cooking contest! And then an eating contest!" Kirby added.
"Such a glutton." Marth shook his head.
"Having a fashion show, perhaps?" Falco said.
Samus nodded. "I was about to say the same thing."
"A robot contest." R.O.B raised his robotic arm.
"Being gay." Mr. Game and Watch added.
Random as some of the ideas were, there was a foundation to create their own festival for the spring. Zelda set her pencil down and picked up her list. "Thank you all for your contribution. I've to think we've gotten a great start with this. We'll continue this conversation later."
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Peach's Room
After the pizza, Peach gathered the girls to her room for an amazing outfit to pass out flyers for the festival.
"The ideas were great, but to gain the attention of Smashville, we need to look our best, girls." Peach said, spreading colored outfits of various classic playboy bunny suits. Zelda gave her biggest smile yet, looking at the outfits alongside Makato. Samus on the other hand made sure she was far from the bed of skimpy bunny suits.
"Don't make the new girl wear that, Peach," Samus said.
"Only if Makato wants to~" Peach winked. "Well, Makato? Which color do you prefer?"
Makato sweatdropped, but kept her smile intact. "They're. . . nice, Peach, but I don't think it's for me. When you said bunny costume, I was thinking of the animal itself."
"It is! Just a bit. . . sexier!"
"It's been a tradition to gain votes and whatnot," Zelda explained. "Works every time. This time, it was supposed to be Samus' turn."
"It'll be the last once I burn each and every one of them." Samus gritted her teeth. The sight of the costumes fumed her face.
"Don't worry, Makato, I also have the traditional bunny costume, if you prefer." Peach hurried to her closet and pulled out a white, fluffy bunny suit with a bunny head and oversized body. "But I really want to see you in a bunny suit! Just a little try-on and then you can take it off after!"
Makato frowned, eyeing the ground as she twirled one of her lengthy, braided pigtails. "I don't know. . ."
"I'll buy you whatever you want!"
"Well. . ." Makato peeked up to Peach, feeling a bit convinced. "I need more snakeskin and raccoon tails for my potions. Some wild berries. . . fresh bamboo. . . and cinnamon rolls. . ."
"You use cinnamon rolls for potions?" Zelda asked.
"It's for me."
"Consider it done! Zeldy will get those covered." Peach said.
"Uh, what?" Zelda was puzzled, not agreeing to do such, but kept her lips shut.
"Only a quick second," Makato said.
"Nothing more nothing less!" Peach nodded.
After agreeing, Makato's hands shook as she picked up the pink, classic playboy bunny suit.
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"What are you guys doing?" Marth asked, approaching Roy, Ike, Pit, and Link at the heart of Peach's door.
Roy was closest to the knob on the door. His ear pressed against the wooden door as his lips couldn't stop grinning. "When Zelda mentioned bunny suits, you know we gotta see who the next girl would be!"
Ike showed a blunt expression. "It's Makato, obviously."
"All the more reason to see!" Pit said, standing beside Roy.
"What is this? A sightseeing party?" Miru grumbled in disgust, walking towards the group.
Link stood beside the door as a precaution. "Samus will get mad if she sees us."
"Then let's all leave," Marth suggested. When the prince suggested a leave, nobody moved a toe and kept their positions.
"Be my guest," Ike said.
Roy shook his head. "Nuh, uh, you putas. I got here first."
'Those perverts. . .' Samus thought, crossing her arms. She could hear them loud and clear but paid no attention to them and kept her eyes on Makato's pink bunny ears.
"You look so cute! Take a picture, Zeldy!" Peach snapped her fingers.
"Say cheese!" Zelda held up a camera and took the snap that came with the flash. Makato hugged herself and flinched at the flashing lights. She took careful steps, knowing she might trip in high heels.
"This darker shade of pink doesn't blend too much with your already pink hair." Peach held Makato's shoulders and pulled her till she was face-to-face with the mirror. "Do you like it, Makato?"
The mirror confronted her red burning face, eighty percent of exposed skin from the chest to her legs, and her newborn tears. She walked away from the mirror and lowered her head. The bunny ears drooped to her emotions. "I can't take it anymore. . . I'm going to die."
"Aww, I've never seen you so flustered~" Peach giggled. "It's okay. When I first wore it, I loved it!"
Zelda sweatdropped. "That's not helping. . ."
"Also, how big are you? I'm starting to think you and Samus went through the same diet!" Peach's eyes were aimed at Makato's chest.
"Jesus, Peach. . ." Samus sighed, brushing her bangs away from her eyes.
". . ." Makato turned away from Peach, showing her bare back and pom-pom bunny tail.
Peach spun her back to where she was facing her. "Aww! We're all girls here! Now, lemme add some makeup!" Peach then picked up her powder and dabbed it on Makato's cheeks. Pulling out a mini tube of lip gloss, Peach aligned the brush with her lips in a careful manner.
"So, when are we doing this festival?" Samus asked Zelda.
"As soon as we can. Perhaps. . . May 11th? I think we'll have enough time to prepare as much as we could within the week."
"Seems a little impossible."
"Nothing in this mansion is impossible to produce."
"Alright! Done and done." Peach tossed her makeup aside and spun Makato around for Samus and Zelda to see. "What do you girls think? Isn't she adorable?"
"Very cute, indeed." Zelda agreed.
"I'll be honest," Samus started off sighing. "It doesn't suit you. Almost like a whore."
". . ." Makato curled her lips more into a frown.
"Samus, how could you say such?" Peach glared at Samus. "You're just jealous because she looks two times better than you on a happy day!"
"God," Zelda groaned. "Why did you say that, Peach?"
Samus popped a vein, glaring back at Peach. "You've gotta be kidding. Why would I be jealous of-?" She dropped the question and shook her head. "Those costumes make anyone look like a hoe. I'm just trying to protect her."
"Sounds more jelly than protection. Samus, if you wanted, you could have burned my whole collection in secret. Why now?" Peach said.
Samus scoffed. "Stupid, your whole closet would have been ashes by now!"
"Excuse me?!"
"Girls, enough already!" Zelda stood between them, just in case fists were exchanged. Samus glanced back at the door and turned to Makato.
"Okay, then. Let's get their opinion." Samus said, grabbing Makato's wrist.
Peach shooed Samus. "Go ahead! We all know who they want to see!"
Regardless of how Makato felt, Samus pulled her, marching for the door.
"No! I don't want them to see!" The potion princess did her best to fight back, pulling her body away from the door. Away from the soon embarrassment if anyone caught her wearing this cocktail bunny suit.
"Guys, listen to Makato!" Zelda grabbed hold of Makato's waist, pulling her away from the door. The balance in the tug-of-war drifted back and forth between Zelda and Samus.
"Zelda, don't get in my way. It was you who brought up this stupid bunny shit in the first place."
The heels Makato wore caused her to slip, losing the balance of the tug. Zelda was forced to release her waist, tumbling back against the wall. Samus reached for the doorknob, twisting it and pulling it in one motion.
"Hey, perverts! Isn't this what you wanted to see?" Samus yanked Makato to the front, making sure the bunny ears, the leotard, and the heels were showing. The perverts, aka, the eavesdroppers near Peach's door stood with bewildered looks, unable to comprehend the situation. Aside from Peach, surely, they didn't think Samus would allow them the pleasure of looking at a girl in revealing outfits.
"Makato looks way cuter in this than Samus, right?" Peach smiled.
"H-h-holy cow! Very cute!" Roy grinned.
"Seriously?" Samus murmured.
"Is this for the festival. . .?" Miru blushed.
"Something the girls. . . or Peach and Zelda came up with for events," Link said.
"Makato's a cute bunny!" Pit gleamed.
"Cute?" Ike cupped his hand over his lips and turned away.
Makato's legs trembled as she froze like a statue. Her eyes wouldn't allow her to make any contact with the Smashers right before her. It was either to the left, the right, up, or down. Anywhere but the eyes. The body language was visible to the guys, and nobody could say anything to change what was going on.
Marth tried to smile, but Makato's facial expression wouldn't allow him to do so. "Makato. . . are you. . . okay?"
The pressure was at a hundred percent. Tears crawled out of Makato's eyes and her head sank to the ground. Her heels pivoted towards the empty hallway forcing her legs to run. Away from the stares.
"Princess. . . Damnit. . . she looked so uncomfortable and I didn't even care to ask." Miru ruffled his in frustration.
Roy gave a lazy smile. "But she looked super cute~"
Marth gave a soft punch to Ike's back, noticing his frozen state. "Hey, she's gone. You can open your eyes now."
"Uh, what?" Ike eyed around the area for a pink bunny, but keep facing back to Peach's pink dress.
Marth eyed him in disgust. "Seriously, were you daydreaming?"
"That's not what friends do," Ike answered, eyeing the hallway.
Zelda left Peach's roof and turned to Samus. "Why would you do that?"
The bounty hunter crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. "A reaction is what everyone wanted. You got one."
". . .Who am I kidding. . . I'm at fault as well. . ."
"No, it's my fault. I pressured her to wear it." Peach sniffled.
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The sun was setting, and time was of the essence. The Smashers were on a tight schedule with a deadline of a week of planning. Creating flyers was the top priority and on top of that, it was up to Mario's gang and Sonic to create a list of the potential players in the festival.
Roy knew there would be enough people to create a bunch of flyers with or without him. Even if it meant every room, every closet, he decided to use the time to search for the pink bunny.
"I know I want to look cool being the hero, but damn, where is she?" Roy groaned, opening his fiftieth door. "Where could she be?"
Minutes later, Miru was in sight of Roy's eye. Of course, the childhood friend would know where she ran off.
"Hey, buddy!" Roy waved up to him.
"Not now. . . I'm looking for Roy- -I mean Makato." Miru said, walking past him.
Roy followed along and stuck to his speed like a baby duckling. "I've noticed you call her by her name without the 'Princess' when you're not around her. I like that."
"We grew up together. She told me to call her by her name, but my dad wouldn't allow it." Miru explained. "As her retainer, I do my best to stay in the line of respect when addressing the Princess."
"Where do you think Makato ran off?" Roy asked.
Miru stopped walking, placing his finger under his lip. "Well, she's always in her room, rain or sunshine. This time, she's not there. . ."
". . ." Roy nodded. "Thanks, Miru!" After a hardy pat on Miru's shoulder, Roy dashed off down the hallway. Miru was left puzzled, watching Roy's cape swinging back and forth.
Even with Miru's explanation of not seeing Makato in her room, Roy headed back to her room. Opening the door, she wasn't there. At least not in sight. His eyes wandered to the closet and headed straight for it.
Then he heard it. Little. . . faint weeps. If only he entered sooner. . .
"Makato? It's me, Roy." Roy reached for the handle of the closet but froze. She was kept locked in the closet for a reason: for no one to see her in the bunny suit.
"P-please. . . leave. I wish to be alone. . ."
Roy lowered his hand and sat in front of the closet door. ". . .I thought you looked amazing. . ."
"This outfit is. . . overwhelming. . . I didn't want anyone to see me in it."
It was hard attempting to cheer someone up you couldn't physically see, let alone, only to hear their one-sided opinion.
Maybe changing the conversation. . .
"Do you like bunnies? I've petted some. . . before I ate them. Quite delicious actually! Mhm~!"
". . ."
"Ah, kinda a dark subject. Sorry. . ." Roy let out a nervous laugh. "Well, um. . . what's your favorite animal?"
It was silent and the silence was stabbing Roy in the back. A painful waiting game of a response or not.
". . .Bunnies are my most. . . favorite." In what felt like an hour or so, Makato answered in a soft tone. "Back at home, I'm not allowed to have pets. . . because my mother knew I would use them as an ingredient for potions than a pet. . ."
"Oh. . . uh. . . P-perfect!" Roy hiccuped his claps. "Don't worry! Peach makes the best bunny soup- -I mean costumes! Like those mascot kinds, except super cute and approachable. Those are more of your style, right? I think you'll love them!"
At least the crying stopped. But it was only silence that filled the space.
The closet door opened a crack at a time, making Roy get on top of his feet. Makato revealed herself with a white blanket draping over her shoulders, covering her chest. Her eyes a blood-red from the crying.
Roy was left mesmerized by her broken expression. Once Makato stepped out of the closet, his arms moved on their own into a hug straight away.
"My little bunny has come out of hiding." Roy smiled and petted her pink hair.
Makato broke out of the hug immediately after the comment. "R-Roy!"
"Ehehe~! I couldn't help it! You were so cute!"
"Bunnies. . . I'm starting to get sick of them." Makato couldn't help but smile, removing the bunny ears from her head. "I'm sorry to make you worry."
"It's okay. I'd do anything for you." Roy grinned.
Makato continued to show her smile. "I'm going to change if you don't mind."
"Uh, no! Please do! I'll see you downstairs!" After a chalky laugh, Roy gave one last wave before skedaddling out of her room. He looked left and right making sure his potential rival, Ike, wasn't lurking.
"Heh, probably couldn't keep his boner intact." Roy swiped his hands together and walked away. "Score one for Roy. A-boo a-ya!"
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Dining Room
"Heh-choo!" Ike sneezed on some flyers he held for himself before setting them down.
"Ew, definitely not using those," Marth said, sitting beside him. "Do you think Makato's alright?"
Ike crumbled his sneezed-on flyers and tossed them aside. "Yeah. . . Roy and Miru went looking for her."
"I'd honestly expect you would join in for the search." Marth laid his hand against his cheek with a smirk.
"Yeah right," Ike said. "Makato in a bunny suit is. . . risky."
Marth pursed his lips together and cracked a nod. "Oh, I see. . . Certified pervert at the finest."
"Shut up."
As the Smashers continued their works for the festival, Ike stacked another flyer on top of a larger stack and turned to Zelda.
"Hey, Zelda,"
Zelda peeked up at him with a pencil in her hand. "Yes?"
"So, since you're in charge of this whole Mario and Sonic war, where are we doing it?"
"We have a private park, we'll use the space there," Zelda answered.
"We have a private park?"
"I thought you knew." Link said, arching his eyebrow.
"The SSBB Park. It's something that Master and Crazy kept quiet on. Only a few of us knew, but it's rarely used and it takes a lot of maintenance." Mario explained.
Zelda nodded. "That amount of space will be perfect to host the festival and the Mario, Sonic war. It's quite the distance from here."
"Once we're doing whatever we're doing, we're gonna transfer everything to the SSBB park?" Ike stared at the wide range of supplies, flyers, boxes, and other junk that spread across the dining table like a messy buffet.
"Yes."
"Fuck my life."
"Don't worry, the Halberd will come in handy. The sooner we start, the better. First, we need to know what everyone's doing for their stalls."
"Is my ship that convenient?" Meta Knight asked.
"Mhm!" Kirby and Galacta Knight agreed.
