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Fan Creations / Re: Mario & Luigi: Point of View
« on: September 01, 2006, 03:24:09 PM »
Chapter 1: Luigi
There were a lot of little noises. In the back of my mind, I knew them to be the combined din of Mario speaking to me, of raindrops pitter-pattering against the windows and walls, and of the little TV reporting the weather (an hour too late) in the next room. But in my mental foreground I tried to shut them out so that I could read the new book I had just checked out from the little Toad Town library the other day, entitled Koopa Culture: Past and Present. But Mario's pacing and sighing were more distracting even than the TV, and I finally looked up from the fresh pages of the historical tome to see him standing by the window looking forlorn.
"What'sa matter, bro?" I spoke a little more loudly than usual, if only to rouse Mario from the temporary deafness that was often rendered upon him by the seriousness of some of his more... er... serious thoughts. I used to think that he only worried about adventuring and keeping his belly full, but the past few years have taught me otherwise, though I've never really confronted him about this change in perception. It's always been hard for me to confront Mario about how I feel about things, because he's always so confident about his choices, whereas I always feel so uncertain...
"I asked if you still had that secret room under the bedroom. You know, where you used to write your journal." Mario turned toward me, taking off his hat with one hand and running his other hand through his close-cropped brown hair, hair shaped neatly due to much time spent under a cap.
"Oh, uh..." He knows?! I felt my face flush and tried to hide behind the book I had been reading. "Y-yeah, I think it's still there..." I knew that it was still there. I wondered if Mario knew about my new secret spot: the chimney. I squeezed up there sometimes to write in my journal and to think. It was usually a pretty good spot, and since we didn't build fires very much, I didn't ever have a lot to worry about. Best of all, there wasn't much room for ghosts to be sneaking up on me... I hate ghosts!
"Why, what's eating you, Mario?" Mario looked about ready to answer, when suddenly there was a knock at the door, followed shortly by a loud clap of thunder. I must confess I yelped and covered by head with the book.
There were a lot of little noises. In the back of my mind, I knew them to be the combined din of Mario speaking to me, of raindrops pitter-pattering against the windows and walls, and of the little TV reporting the weather (an hour too late) in the next room. But in my mental foreground I tried to shut them out so that I could read the new book I had just checked out from the little Toad Town library the other day, entitled Koopa Culture: Past and Present. But Mario's pacing and sighing were more distracting even than the TV, and I finally looked up from the fresh pages of the historical tome to see him standing by the window looking forlorn.
"What'sa matter, bro?" I spoke a little more loudly than usual, if only to rouse Mario from the temporary deafness that was often rendered upon him by the seriousness of some of his more... er... serious thoughts. I used to think that he only worried about adventuring and keeping his belly full, but the past few years have taught me otherwise, though I've never really confronted him about this change in perception. It's always been hard for me to confront Mario about how I feel about things, because he's always so confident about his choices, whereas I always feel so uncertain...
"I asked if you still had that secret room under the bedroom. You know, where you used to write your journal." Mario turned toward me, taking off his hat with one hand and running his other hand through his close-cropped brown hair, hair shaped neatly due to much time spent under a cap.
"Oh, uh..." He knows?! I felt my face flush and tried to hide behind the book I had been reading. "Y-yeah, I think it's still there..." I knew that it was still there. I wondered if Mario knew about my new secret spot: the chimney. I squeezed up there sometimes to write in my journal and to think. It was usually a pretty good spot, and since we didn't build fires very much, I didn't ever have a lot to worry about. Best of all, there wasn't much room for ghosts to be sneaking up on me... I hate ghosts!
"Why, what's eating you, Mario?" Mario looked about ready to answer, when suddenly there was a knock at the door, followed shortly by a loud clap of thunder. I must confess I yelped and covered by head with the book.
