Luigi was tired, scared of what this supposed 'hero' wanted.. and most of all, missing his brother, mario had his problems sure, he was vindictive and narcissistic at times, but he's just as kind, and hard working, he worries so much for luigi all the time, which is overbearing, but... ugh! He's even missing the toads! He sat up, the sun was just rising so, luigi got up and looked in hidden pocket of his shoe, the cigarettes were hidden in there so he pulled them out and his lighter walking onto the balcony, and light the cigarette, breathing the smoke in, and then breathing out.
The orange of the horizon made the ground look like it was on fire, it made the sky look like a winter fire place, he took a deep breath in and sighed softly, trying not to put his head in his hands and give up.. he had been here for.. over a month, and had gotten into something Bowser clearly didn't want people getting into, then there were the kids, he hadn't found them all with this crazy 'hero' on the loose and he felt like he didn't know a thing! The little snippets he got wasn't enough to even make a theory, so he was looking out at the morning sun and wishing it would stay forever, but that wasn't going to happen, the existential dread he felt tugged at his heart. He took another drag of the cigarette, breathing in, breathing out, and he tapped the ash off the cigarette itself.. He hadn't mentioned this to Bowser, but mario and Princesses Peach toadstool was planned to get married.. so luigi would be at the house alone.
He looked out at the horizon again and sighed. It hurt, not because of the slowly rising sun in his eyes, not even because his brother was leaving him behind. It hurt because he could never move forward... his mothers death was always on the back of his mind. He took another drag, mario had moved on, and he was still stuck..
Her death was hard for luigi, they all were living in Boston and, mario had been staying at a friend's place, working for him as well, he and their mother never truely got along, their father was always at work so.. luigi didn't want to leave their mother alone for so much of the night.. when the robbery happened, there were only 2 people in the house, their mother and.. luigi.. maybe if he had tried harder, been stronger, or even just listened to mario, his mother would still be here.. the way they got in was determined as the back door being unlocked.. the only one who could have left it unlocked was luigi.. maybe if he had swung harder with that bat, maybe if he didn't freeze up when he saw them.. he'd been even more jumpy ever since.. his eyes fell on the garden below, the morning frost setting in..
Mario would have been strong enough.. and their dad would have been faster... If they were home instead of him his ghost seeing, future telling, star reading, mother would have still been alive, mario wouldn't have spiralled into trying to prove himself, dad wouldn't have thrown himself into his work, and luigi wouldn't.. he took another drag. His mother always told him the ghost communicating, and the forgotten memories seeing was a gift, and he should cherish it.. he couldn't control when or why he saw them, pacific places would bring them harder, Boo was the first one he could see that everyone else could aswell, so he guessed a lot of ghosts don't want to be seen.. maybe that's why whenever he went back to that room, he couldn't see her.. he could only say his apologies into nothing.. he took one final drag, it hurt, knowing mario had moved on.. maybe he should visit dad soon, see how he's doing..
Luigi put out the cigarette and sighed. He felt like another.. he shook his head at the box he hadn't bought a refill while being here.. and all his extras were at home, ugh. Luigi!
He rolled his eyes and threw out the old box into the little bin in the corner of the room. He looked around. There had to be something in here.. he began searching, there was a lot of peaches stuff, put under the bed, and in places you wouldn't think to check, he sighed, guessing the koopa king hadn't been able to throw it out in time for his arrival, the walls were pink, which he ignored when he arrived, the bed sheets were green and blue which made him feel alittle special.. he looked all over for anything, there were some bath bombs for the bathroom, he had been using when he was rapped up in figuring out who this kidnapper person is, or where the kids had gone, he never really had taken a bath.. although one sounded good right about now, he grabbed the watermelon bath bomb. It said extra calming, so.. he needed it. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up. He ploped the bath bomb in, taking a deep breath then slowly stripped down, and slowly sinking into the warm water, stirring the bath water with his finger, he didn't let his mind wander, it would wonder back to... ugh.. he turned his eyes towards the door and jumped.
He almost screamed.
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being a "hero" dad is not as straightforward (bowser x luigi/bowuigi)
Fanfictionbowser tries his best as a father. He may not be the "hero" in his story, but to his kids, he's the "hero," so when his kids go missing its his job to be the "hero" and talk to his enemy's, when they dont see anything out of the same old or have "no...
