69. Father

69. Father

  Sam stared blankly out the window. Tonight the moon was extra bright, shining through all the windows of the smash mansion. She sat there in her bed, which was a red sofa, re-living some old memories she had under this moon.
  She blinked her eyes a couple of times, when she heard a heavy sigh from behind her. She turned her head and saw her daughter, Jillian, standing there rubbing her eyes.  Sam smiled as she got up, stretching a bit, before heading over to Jillian. She went on one knee and put her hands on Jillian's shoulder smiling. "What's up sweetie?" She asked still smiling. Jillian looked at her at mum, then quickly the floor, mumbling. Sam chuckled a bit and titlted Jillians head back up. "Hunny you gotta speak up."
   Jillian looked at her and nodded. She grew pink on the cheeks. "M-mum...do you think you could tuck me in?..." she asked, mumbling near the end. Sam got up and gently grabbed Jillians hand. " Of course." she answered, leading her daughter back to her room. They walked in quietly being extra careful not to wake Mickey. Jillian crawled onto her bed, letting her mum put the sheets over her. She snuggled up against the pillow , smiling at her.
   "Night Jillian." Sam said kissing her forehead. She turned to leave when soft tug stopped her. "hm?" She turned around and saw Jillian holding onto her hand, looking down. "Something wrong?" Sam asked sitting at the foot of the bed. Jillian shook her head still holding onto her mothers hand. Sam blinked a couple of times and sat there quietly waiting for the little bluenette to speak.
   "W-Well...I wondering if before I go to sleep...if you could tell me...about father?" Jillian looked at Sam, her light browns eyes were filled with so much curiousity and wonder, that in that moment Sam couldn't help but laugh. A painful laugh.
   "Sure..." she answered lowering her eyes to the floor. "Well where to start..." She stayed quiet for a moment or two. "Marth...was a very nice and noble man. He was very loyal to his people, country, and friends...He would never hesistate to help anyone or anything, always knowing the right things to say and do." She looked at Jillian and smiled. " He'd always want the good for people, but would carelessly hurt them in the process, but of course he didn't realize that. When he did he would try everything in way to fix it, but sometime it only made it worse..." she trailed off, keeping her eyes on Jillian. She cleared her throat and ran her hand through her curly red hair sighing. "U-um...other then that though he was a very nice an-" "Mum...you already said that." Jillian interrupted. Sam blinked and laughed quietly. "Right...I did...Well Good night Jillian." She said, getting up and leaving the room.
    Jillian sighed and nodded, looking down at the sheets. "Yeah night..." she mumbled, pulling the sheets over her head.

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   The next morning Jillian woke up early. She yawned, looking over at her brother, who was still sleeping. She shook her head and smiled, getting dressed quickly. She walked out her room and looked over at the sofa and tried not to laugh. She giggled running over the table and writing on a piece of paper. After that she grabbed her notebook and ran out the door.
   The hallways of the mansion were empty, since most of the smashers were still asleep. Jillian hummed a soft tune as she headed out the back door. Today she was going to play with 'Uncle' Pit. He was going to teach her how to make paper roses. She mumbled some things to herself, looking down at the ground while walking. It was a bad habit of hers, but she never saw the harm in it. She headed towards the garden, when she tripped over herself and fell ontop of someone.
   "I-I'm so sorry!!" She scurried off and jumped to her feet, bowing. The person groaned a bit before getiing up. "It's fine." Said a male voice. Jillian looked up and smiled. "Oh ok-" she stopped and stared at the person. He stood really tall compared to her and had a bit of a femine appearence. He blue hair the touched the tip of shoulders and worse a tiara that he was adjusting. He looked back down at her and smiled. "Are you okay?" He asked. Jillian couldn't help but tackle the man to floor and hug him tightly. " F-wait what's your name?" she asked a bit worried of the answer. He smiled and patted her head. "Marth. Marth Lowell." Jillian practically squeezed him now, sobbing into his chest.
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"Jillian. Get off." " Jillian. Get off." " JILLAIN GET OFF!!!" shouted Mickey who was struggling to move. Jillian grumbled a bit before opening her eyes and smiling. "Mornin' Miki..." She  smiled tiredly and yawn. Mickey rolled his eyes and sighed. "Hey...do you think you can get off me now?" He asked a bit irritated. She looked a confused before looking over at her bed. The empty bed. She laughed nervously. "Sorry..." she said crawling off him and the bed. Mickey rolled his eyes again before looking closely at Jillian. "Hey are...you crying?" He asked, rolling off the bed. He hit his head and grumbled a bit, getting up, and wiping a lose tear from Jillians eye. "You were..." He trailed off and raised a brow. Jillian shook her head and laughed nervously. "M-Miki, j-just go back to sleep" she said pushing her brother down. She gave him one more smile before running to the bathroom.
   Jillian slumped down against the door and hiccuped. She wiped her eyes and sniffled trying to fight back the tears wanting to come out. "he just had to say that..." She thought, hugging her knees. "Daddy...why can't you be real...?"