Heroes of Dreamland, Book 6: Kirby and the Fountain's Fate (OLD)

The Time Pedestal: It's Bigger on the Inside

Dark Sakura's POV:

Impatiently, I pace back and forth on the back of Dedede's throne. Would they hurry up and get here already? I've been waiting here for soooo long, almost three hours now. As soon as they got back, I started expecting at least one of the heroes to come in here and check on Dedede, but none of them have. Apparently I've underestimated just how little they care for the penguin king, although I can't say I blame them. At the same time, though, I really am getting rather bored of just waiting for them to show up. It wouldn't be so bad, except for the little fact that I can't move onto the next step of my plan until my copy thinks she's won a small tiff between us. Of course, she'll only 'win' because I let her. From what I can tell, she's already extremely overconfident when it comes to getting rid of the threat that is me. It'll be all too easy to take advantage of that and render her even weaker.

Finally, there's a disturbance outside the throne room doors. "Let us in!" my copy's younger brother demands as somebody begins to rattle the door.

Although it's so hard not to grin, I force myself to put a mildly annoyed expression on my face. "Show them in, nya," I lazily wave a paw-glove at one of my dark Waddle Dee. With a single nod and a disbelieving roll of his eyes, the Waddle Dee does so, sending my copy, Fumu, and Kirby falling onto their faces through the door, obviously having not expected my actually letting them in.

While I want to giggle at their stupidity, instead I clear my throat and inspect my claws very studiously. "I suppose, nya, that you peasants have something that you'd like to discuss with your fabulous, beautiful, and entirely perfect leader?"

Rolling her eyes, my copy picks herself up off the floor and then glares at me. "Hello again, you. Let the king go, or we'll make you let him go."

"Let him go, let him go," Dedede drones with an eager nod and a seal-like clap of his hands.

Raising an eyebrow, I glance up at the red-orange freak dismissively and then back at my claws. Ignoring what she actually said, I jab, "Still playing dress up as me, are we, sweetheart, nya? Tsk, how many times do I have to tell you that light pink is so flashy and tacky? How very last century, nya. Black is the new pink, darling."

My mimic huffs in annoyance. "I happen to like pink, thank you just the same. And besides, you're the one that's dressing up. I was here first, bozo."

Smirking a little bit at her weak comeback, I yawn, let my wings out, and stretch them before lazily turning my gaze back to the three 'insurrectionists' who all are glaring at me determinedly, paws or arms crossed and eyes narrowed. How cute. They really mean business, don't they? "If you have something that's actually worth wasting my time with, please tell me already, nya. I'd much rather be napping."

Fists clenched, the warrior of the cherry blossoms mutters, "You can nap all you want when you're shut up back in the Mirror World."

Smiling disinterestedly, I blink at her as if she just shared some supposedly-amusing anecdote that I really didn't find all that amusing. "Is that so, nya? How about you go live in the Mirror World instead? This is my kingdom now, and you're not even supposed to be here in Dreamland, nya. Or have you already forgotten?" Frowning a bit, I add with a sad sigh, "You know, I probably really should punish you for breaking that law... But I'm not really sure if it'd get the message through, nya. You really do seem rather thick-headed, nya, for someone so soft and squishy."

Looking fit to explode, she growls at me a bit, but then Fumu coughs and gestures at Dedede with her head. "If you won't let him go, I'll just let him go myself," my copy huffs.

Shaking my head, I sigh as I stretch out on the back of the throne and yawn sleepily while closing my eyes, "But your own rules say you can't use mentality-changing magic on someone without their permission, nya. How are you going to take care of that little problem, hmm?"