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The Price of Heroism	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 5474 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Mario franchise, especially not these characters. I'm not making any money from writing this.

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It was dark. All of it. There must have been a path under her feet, but she could neither see nor feel it. Peach ran, fleeing for the only point of sense in the place. The rectangle of light grew with agonizing slowness, no matter how fast or how hard she pushed herself. It flickered and pulsed orange and gold. The light wrapped around her as she drew closer. Fire. A doorway to a world of fire, lurching forward to meet her. She spun on her heel, but there was fire everywhere now. Above. Below.
She screamed.
The world lurched around her and a deep voice yelled, “Damn it!”
Someone shook her arm and poked her. “Hey... Hey! Snap out of it!”
Peach struggled into a semi upright position. It wasn't easy. She was wedged in a tight place and her side hurt and...
The first thing her eyes focused on was Waluigi twisted to lean between the front seats. “Enough with the screaming. You're lucky we didn't crash.”
The trees rolling past the windows were different. Softer and greener. Sunlight filtered through the leaves. The cushion she'd used to leverage herself up was upholstered with gaudy purple leather. Her vision blurred. Her lip trembled. She tried to stop the first sob, but it exploded forth like a champagne cork. The others poured out after it. Mario. Oh, hell, Mario...
“Damn it...” Wario muttered it this time. There was a long, awkward pause. Finally he shot a sideways glance at his stunned cohort and prompted, “Well?”
“What?” Waluigi asked indignantly.
“Do something,” Wario urged, gesturing at the back with one hand.
“Me?! You do something!”
“I'm driving! I'm already doing something!”
Waluigi grumbled to himself as he unbuckled his belt and slithered into the backseat. “Look, uh, princess, it's, uh... It's gonna be okay. We're almost there.”
She looked at him and sniffled. It wasn't okay. Nothing was okay. Free or not, Mario was gone and he would be gone forever.
Waluigi's brow wrinkled. “You're not having second thoughts about our deal, are you?”
Peach wiped her face on the dress and looked away. “No... No, I said I'd do it. I will.” Her eyes welled up and then she was crying again. Maybe it was a good thing that Mario wasn't around to find out about this.
The doppelgangers exchanged frustrated looks in the rear-view mirror and then Waluigi tried again. He pulled her onto the seat next to him. Her skirt caught on something and came loose with a rather satisfying rip when Peach yanked at it.
“You miss Red, huh,” Waluigi said once Peach was situated. His voice was flat. Uncertain.
“I- I know c-crying isn't going t-to help,” she hiccuped, “but I can't h-help- help...”
“Yeah, he was, uh, good... threw some... good parties...” Waluigi tried to catch Wario's eye in the mirror again, but Wario very pointedly did not look.
Peach shook her head and took a few sobbing breaths. “I know you don't miss him like I do. You don't have to pretend. Just... I need some time to mourn...”
“Fine,” Wario sighed, “but no more screaming. You startled the shit out of me.”
Once they decided that she wasn't losing her mind, they returned to their own business. Waluigi leaned into the front and fished a game system out of the glove box.
“Quit climbing around,” Wario snapped. “You're gonna tear the leather.”
“Meh nyeh nyeh,” Waluigi mocked as he slouched in the back seat and stretched his legs over the headrest of the passenger seat.
As bleeps, bloops, and repetitive music filled the car, Peach turned her attention to the scenery flying past. This forest was thicker than the one that surrounded Bowser's castle. She was amazed there was a road through it at all. The dense stillness gave the impression that they were the first people to come through here in a very long time. “I thought we were going to your house,” she said at last.
“Change of plans,” Wario said. “We thought of a better place while you were sleeping.”
“So... Where are we?” She asked.
“The forest of illusion.” They took a sharp turn and bumped through a pothole. Wario winced and stroked the dashboard. “Bridgette's gonna need some TLC after this one...” Then louder, he explained, “There's a few hidden warp pipes scattered around here. One of them leads to a secret hideout. Bowser and Boo will never find us there.” He chuckled. “And even if they did, they'd be sorry.”
Waluigi chuckled, too, but he didn't look up from his game. Peach's gaze drifted out the windshield and her eyes widened. The road ended at a thick tangle of branches and bushes. Wario wasn't stopping. She braced herself for the cracking and screeching of wood on metal, but there was only darkness and the distinct warble of a warp pipe.
They emerged in a vast garage. Everything about it looked perfectly normal, except for maybe the lack of windows. She heard the door sliding shut behind them and turned in time to catch a glimpse of the largest pipe she'd ever seen. Then it was gone, and Wario was climbing out of the car. Peach stepped out next, trying to establish her barrings. Old go karts and motorcycles were parked in neat, glistening rows. There were tool benches, storage boxes, racks of sporting equipment... It reminded her a lot of Mario's garage, if Mario's garage had been several times larger.
“Aw, shit.” Wario wore a pained expression as he inspected a mud-spattered fender.
“It'll wash off.” Waluigi brushed at the dirt with one hand.
Wario slapped his hand away. “Not dry, you idiot! You'll scratch the paint!”
Waluigi pursed his lips, raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head at Peach--an expression that said, 'This guy, huh? Can you believe this shit?'
The princess simply shrugged. Now that her promise loomed inevitably before her, the butterflies returned with a vengeance. When exactly did they intend to cash in on her debt? Wario seemed more concerned with his car at the moment. What about Waluigi? As far as she could tell, the whole exchange had started as his idea. She followed the taller man into the house, but only because she didn't know what else to do with herself.
“You're quiet,” Waluigi commented, shortening his spidery stride to match her pace.
“I'm just... wondering...” Peach rubbed her upper arm.
He stepped in front of her and stopped. “What?”
“How it's going to work. When we're going to... You know...”
Waluigi grinned. “Are you in a hurry?”
“No... Kind of... I mean, I want to get it out of the way...”
“Out of the way,” he repeated and laughed. “Come on.”
A long arm slung around her shoulders and he led her up a wide set of stairs. Her heart beat faster as he led her to a door right near the top and opened it. It was a bathroom. She cast an unsure glance upward.
“Wario's gonna be working on 'Bridgette' for a while. We've all had a long night. Relax. Get comfortable. We'll get to 'it' soon enough.” He squeezed her breast through her bodice and started to leave. Then he raised one finger and spun on his heel. “One thing, though, if you do start wandering around. There's a door that says 'warning: stay out.' Hard to miss. Bunch of locks and everything...”
“Stay out of it?” Peach asked with a dull smile.
“Or you could be very sorry.” Then he winked and disappeared downstairs.
The blonde woman cocked her head. Wario had said something similar in the car. It didn't sound like a threat, though. They were probably storing a bunch of live bobombs here. Putting it out of mind, she closed the door and gratefully stripped off the dress. The bathroom was simply furnished and smaller than the one she'd grown accustomed to at home. All of the plumbing was gold, or at least colored gold, but the tub and counters were—so she imagined—a more normal size. There were travel-sized toiletries in the medicine cabinet, however, and the tooth brush and paste seemed unused. Her mouth felt and tasted awful, she realized. There was also a robe and some towels emblazoned with mismatched hotel logos.
While part of her wished they'd just let her complete the transaction and get on with her life, cleaning up and getting comfortable wasn't exactly a bad idea. Aside from coercing her into sex, she was sort of surprised by how 'nice' they were being about the whole thing. If such an adjective could be applied to the doppelgangers...
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