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Fixed versus Broken	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 3978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The brunette kept her head lowered as she stepped off the bus. She was hyper-aware of every little breeze that threatened to lift her skirt, even though she'd worn a longer one than she usually wore around the mansion. It could've touched the ground for all she cared. She felt naked as anything going out in public without underwear. She thought about buying a pair, but the more Wario spanked her for things the more the spankings hurt.
She made her way to the shop without looking at any of the toads she passed. They had to know. They had to know. They had to be laughing or pointing or whispering or sneering. She didn't want to see it. Waluigi kept her eyes on Wario's list as she made her way through MushrooMart. It was the standard fair. Garlic, steak, potatoes... Three pounds of cheese? Was it possible to buy three pounds of cheese in one block?
At least Wario was letting her out of the house again. She'd proven her loyalty and cooperativeness. It was nice to have an hour without him breathing down her neck. Even if her hour was surrounded by other prying, judgmental eyes. At least they weren't prying, judgmental eyes that also wanted to do bad things to her.
“Do you need help, miss?”
Waluigi blinked as she realized she'd been staring at the same bag of chips for several minutes. She looked down at the purple toad who'd addressed her. Her name tag read Militoad. Her face wore a friendly smile. For a moment, Waluigi was thrown that anyone had voluntarily engaged her at all. “What?”
“If you're having trouble finding something, I can help,” Militoad repeated in a chipper voice.
There was no recognition in the sparkling, black eyes. None. She knew toads could have as much trouble telling humans apart as humans had telling toads apart, but seriously? “I... Didn't they used to make these in onion parmesan?”
“Oh, this?” The toad smiled as she pulled a bag of chips from a lower shelf.
“Yeah. That's it...” Waluigi took the bag from the tiny, outstretched hands.
“Have a good one. I'll be around if you have any more questions.” Militoad wandered off to another aisle.
Waluigi looked around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her. A blue toad noticed her looking and nodded a greeting, but went right back to reading a can of beans. Waluigi pretended to read her list, but she was shaking. No one knew her. She had no reputation. She had no social stigma. As far as the toads were concerned, she was a harmless, neutral nobody. A blank slate.
The sudden sense of freedom and possibilities paralyzed her. Her next move was really important. She knew that, but she didn't know what to do. If she returned to Wario, it wouldn't take long for his reputation to poison her again. If she didn't return, he'd hunt her down and do something awful to her. Should she choose to leave, she had to go somewhere he'd never look.
And she had to leave, didn't she? Things were... relatively normal with Wario right now, but they had been relatively normal before, too, hadn't they? How long before he did another fucking psychotic thing? Yes. Whatever else she did if she had the opportunity to leave, she needed to take it.
Waluigi took her basket and went to find Militoad. She found the small mushroom creature shifting cans around in the drink aisle. “Hey, uh, Militoad, wasn't it?”
The toad turned and beamed again. “That's me. Need something else, miss?”
“I, um... Do you know anything about make-up?” Waluigi fidgeted. “I've always wanted to start wearing it, but I never knew where to start.”
“I suppose all those pencils, palettes, and tubes can be a little daunting.” The toad's cap bobbed thoughtfully. “It's not really my department, but I should be able to get you started at least.”
The pair spent the next hour in the make-up aisle. Militoad patiently explained how to use each of the products and helped the taller woman pick out a few basic things. Waluigi shifted nervously, keeping one eye on her flip phone. Curfew was approaching. If she didn't hurry, he'd start calling and she'd have to start making excuses.
She grabbed a pack of underwear and hurried through the checkout line. The toad cashier seemed as oblivious to her identity as all the others. Waluigi locked herself in a bathroom stall, applied the make-up, wiggled into a pair of panties, and escaped from the store just as her phone rang for the first time.
She considered answering it. Maybe she could buy herself an extra thirty minutes by telling him she'd just left the store and was about to board the bus. It was true. He couldn't accuse her of lying. She couldn't bear to hear his voice, though. Not if she had a choice. She did take her groceries and get on the bus, but it wasn't heading toward the mansion.
000
Night crept in as she made her way down the street. Her heels clicked loudly on the front walk of the house. She reached for the doorbell and then stopped. This plan was stupid. This plan was so stupid. She hugged herself and looked back out at the dark street. Her phone buzzed again. The screen told her that she had fifteen new messages. After the first six threats, she'd stopped reading them. They did remind her that she needed to get inside, though. One way or another. Her finger stabbed the doorbell and then she waited.
A short man in a red shirt answered the door. He looked confused, and for a moment she was afraid the makeup hadn't been enough. Then he asked, “Can I help you?”
Waluigi took a shot. “You're Mario, right? The hero?”
“That's me.” Concern replaced his confusion. “Why? Do you need something?”
He didn't recognize her. Oh, thank goodness. “I... I can't go into detail, but I'm... I'm hiding from someone who wants to... wants to hurt me. I need help. I heard you help people.”
“How can I help?”
Hook, line, and sinker. Good. Good... “Can I come in? I'm afraid.” It was all true, really.
“Sure.” Mario stepped aside and closed the door behind her. “Can I get you anything? Water? Food? A phone call?”
The kindness in the hero's round, blue eyes was almost heart breaking. “I don't know,” Waluigi confessed. “I'm almost out of money, I don't have anywhere to go, and I'm really scared, but I don't know what to do. I guess... I guess I need some place safe to be while I figure it out? I really don't know...”
“Who is it, Mario?” A familiar voice called from the kitchen.
“A woman. She says she's in trouble,” Mario called back.
A long, narrow face peered out of the kitchen. Not as long or narrow as Waluigi's face, but vaguely reminiscent. Her heart stopped as Luigi eyed her. He looked confused, as well, and his confusion didn't pass on nearly as quickly.
“What trouble?” Luigi asked.
“He's gonna hurt me,” Waluigi said. “Bad. I need to hide.”
“Who's going to hurt you?” Luigi asked.
“I'm- I'm afraid to say,” she whispered. It was true. If they linked her to Wario, they might deduce the truth and throw her out.
Luigi's brow wrinkled. “Should I pull out the trundle bed, Mario?”
“If you don't mind. The alternative is someone sleeping on the couch,” Mario said.
“Watch the stove. I'll show our guest upstairs,” Luigi said.
Waluigi followed his shorter double up the stairs. His back was stiff and he kept glancing over his shoulder. She bit her lip and looked at the walls instead. Pictures of the brothers at various ages lined the stairwell. The house was tiny compared to Wario's, but it felt a lot warmer. Friendlier.
The man in green opened a door. “This way.”
She stopped at the threshold and scanned the room. It had a desk with a computer. Sticky notes framed the monitor with reminders. A calendar hung to the left of the desk, and a cork-board covered with colorful index cards hung to the right. Apparently Luigi was very organized. Either that, or very forgetful.
“What did you say your name was?” Luigi asked as he pulled the mattress out from under the bed.
Waluigi. Walu. Lu... “Lulu,” she finally said.
“Lulu?” Luigi raised an eyebrow.
She found herself blushing. “What?”
Luigi sighed and toed the carpet. “I'm just trying to figure out what this is. I mean, I believe you, that you're in trouble.” He clasped his hand behind him. “Six months ago Wario said you took a bunch of money from him and ran away. It sounds like trouble to me. I guess that's probably why you disguised yourself, too. I don't understand why you came back.”
Waluigi gaped at him. She looked toward the stairs, and then at Luigi. “Am I that obvious? Why didn't Mario say anything?”
“Did you really think I wouldn't recognize my own doppelganger?” Luigi asked softly. “As for Mario... He's never been great with faces. He meets a lot more people than I do, though. Maybe he's quicker to discard old faces than I am.” He shrugged sheepishly.
“Are you going to tell him?” Waluigi asked nervously.
“Maybe.” The shorter one studied his feet. “It depends...”
“On what?”
“Why you're here.” He looked up and cocked his head. “What happened?”
She hugged herself and stared at the floor. “I didn't take anything from him and I didn't run away. Or maybe he feels like what happened did count as taking. I mean, he spent it on me and he's always been weird about the concept of giving and receiving...” She took a breath. “But I definitely didn't run away. I should've...”
“Why hasn't anyone seen you in six months?”
“Wario kept me in his house...” Waluigi didn't know how to approach the real issue. Luigi thought it was a disguise. She was still weighing whether or not she could enforce and maintain that assumption.
The furrow in Luigi's forehead deepened. “Kept you... Like against your will? I don't understand.”
Outside, a motorcycle roared up the street. Waluigi froze. No way. How had he found her? He couldn't have!
But the doorbell rang, and Mario called, “Just a minute!” from the kitchen."
“No, no, no, no, no...” Waluigi fisted her hands in her hair tried to breathe. She felt arms encircle her as her legs gave out.
“Woah, woah, woah. Hey...” Luigi said. Waluigi turned to grab the front of his shirt and he frowned as his doppelganger's chest brushed his arm. He stared at it for half a second.
“You can't let him find me, Luigi. He's fucking crazy. You can't,” she begged.
He blinked and looked at her face. “Okay...” he scanned his room. “Hide... hide behind the bed. I'm going to see what's happening downstairs.”
“You can't tell him,” Waluigi insisted.
“I won't. Go hide.” Luigi gestured with his hand as he leaned into the hallway to listen.
“...lost a cellphone at MushrooMart, and the GPS signal says its in this area,” Wario was saying.
Luigi leaned across the bed and whispered, “He's tracking your phone. We need to get rid of it.”
“We can't give it to him, he'll know I'm here,” Waluigi whispered. “I- I could turn it off, but he might guess that I heard him...” She buried her face in her knees. “I should've left it on the bus. Why didn't I think of that? Of course he's tracking the phone. Stupid, stupid...”
Luigi sucked on his teeth. “Oh!” He whispered loudly. “I've got an idea. Give me the phone.”
“What are you gonna do?” She asked as she surrender the cell.
“Trust me,” Luigi assured, and then disappeared into the hall. Instead of heading toward the stairs, he darted deeper into the house.
“Luigi!” Mario called.
“What?” Luigi called back.
“Do you know anything about a phone?”
“A what?!”
“Phone!”
Luigi passed the door on his way to the stairs. He tossed Waluigi a thumbs up as he yelled. “No!”
“Wario says it's here!”
Luigi stopped at the top of the stairs. “What, like it was stolen?”
“I don't know, maybe?” Mario said something else in a quieter voice.
“I heard a scary noise in the back yard earlier. You don't think the thief ran through here, do you?” Luigi asked with his trademark cowardly tremor.
There was more muffled conversation downstairs. Two sets of footsteps moved through the house and out the back door.
“I'll be back,” Luigi whispered before joining the other two.
A long while later, the backdoor slammed open and she heard Wario stomping through the house.
“At least you found the phone.” Mario's voice.
Wario grumbled something. Luigi responded. Mario yelled a farewell out the front door and then closed it. Waluigi didn't relax until the buzz of the motorcycle faded into the distance. Luigi remained downstairs a while longer, though. She wondered what he and his brother were doing.
000
“I think they're real,” Luigi said. “I...” He blushed and toed the carpet. “I... accidentally touched them, I think...”
“Real? Like he had a sex change?” Mario asked, dumbfounded.
“I don't know but he... she... almost fainted when she... he... heard the motorcycle. It's real fear.”
“Wario was hiding something, too.” Mario stroked his mustache.“If he wanted to find Waluigi, he wouldn't have been so evasive about how the phone got here, right?”
“He went out of his way to avoid mentioning names at all, didn't he?” Luigi frowned.
“It's like he doesn't want to admit that Waluigi didn't disappear six months ago.”
“So we should let,” Luigi fumbled with pronouns and finally said, “my doppelganger stay.”
“I think that's best,” Mario said slowly. “Until we get this sorted out.” He cringed. “I know you two don't get along. Maybe I could sleep in your room and let Waluigi sleep in my room.”
“You don't want to leave Waluigi alone in your room,” Luigi observed.
Mario shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Do you mind?”
“It's important. I'll learn to share,” Luigi sighed. “Can you finish making dinner? I want to go talk to... er... our guest.”
When he returned to his room, Waluigi sat on the bed hugging her legs. Luigi sat opposite his doppelganger and crossed his legs. “So...” He tried to look pleasant, but it felt weird trying to be all buddy buddy with his old bully. “That was interesting.”
“Did he say anything?” The doppelganger asked softly.
“Not about you.” Luigi twiddled his thumbs. “Um... so... since you're going to be, uh, with us for... I don't know, a while, I- I have to ask...”
Waluigi curled up tighter. “What?”
“This, er, 'Lulu' business.” Luigi studied the lines on his palms. “Is that what you want to be called?” There was a long silence. When Luigi looked up, Waluigi's lip was trembling.
“Wa- Wario was calling me-” the doppelganger swallowed hard, “It doesn't matter what he called me, I guess. Lulu is okay, isn't it?” She watched Luigi with guarded eyes, like she was waiting for something bad to happen.
“Yeah, sure.” Luigi smiled at her. “Are you hungry? I made chili.”
The narrow shoulders relaxed and she smiled a little.
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