A/N: Hey there everyone! Here's another chapter since ya'll seem to want a continuation, and it's the last one for this fanfic. Because my mind has an idea for another Kirby and Meta Knight fic! But, I won't say what it is or when it will be published...you guys and girls will find out! Hee hee!

And I want to thank CelticQuailKnight, for that review inspired me to write this chapter! Also I just wanted to thank everyone for making my first fanfic such a success! I never would've dreamed that a little idea could be so well received! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and may God bless every single one of you!

The caped knight returned to the waking world, but good Nova in space did he feel awful! 'Urgh...what in the stars?' He thought to himself, slowly opening his eyes. Once his vision cleared, he noticed that he was sweaty and chilly much like Kirby was when he found him a week ago. He quickly realized that he had picked up the child's fever, probably from him hovering over the boy like a blue angel. Remembering how bad off he was, the very memory of it still made him feel such guilt! He shook himself out of his thoughts, for it was already done and over with...there was no need to look back at it once more.

With a quiet grunt, Meta Knight slowly began to climb out of bed but he nearly fell flat on his face due to a wave of dizziness. Oh for the love of Pete! He was a legendary warrior, not some infant who could barely walk! Heaving himself up, he began the task of walking out of the room. He stood up straighter as he walked, wrapping himself up in his cape so no one could see him shivering. Hopefully, Kirby wouldn't notice his state of being.

Hearing a cheerful tune, the masked figure then saw the child in question as he skipped down the castle's hallways. "Meta, poyo! Good...morning!" He chirped, giving the knight a hug. Letting go, he stepped back and eyed the older and larger Star Warrior with a questioning glace. "Do you want...to play..poyo?" He asked, bouncing in place with excitement at the thought of being with his mentor and father figure for the whole day. Seeing Kirby move like that made Meta Knight sick to his stomach, but it wasn't from seeing the innocent boy at all.

Taking deep breaths to settle his stomach down, he rumbled "I suppose a game will not hurt you. Lead the way Kirby."

It was now about mid morning, and Meta Knight was now starting to feel even worse. He wouldn't dare tell Kirby what was wrong, for he didn't want the child to worry about him. "I found it, poyo!" The boy's voice cheered as he ran up to him with a rather large rock in his stubs.

"Very good Kirby, and you found it in a short time frame. Your skills are improving more each day." He praised, and was rewarded with a beaming smile that lit up the sky.

"Thank..you...poyo!" He replied, placing the stone down at Meta Knight's feet.

Looking closer, the boy could see... what was that on the grass? Sweat? He looked up at the sky, and there wasn't a cloud in sight at this very moment. He stared at the ground once more and quickly asked the knight, "Meta..poyo...are...you okay?"

He grunted out "Yes, I am fine young one...there is no need to worry...it is pretty hot today for the season to be spring." Titling his body to the side, and peering closer at his mentor he could see that the male was shivering. Was he afraid of something? Hah! That was silly, Meta Knight never feared anything in his eyes so Kirby nodded and decided to let it go.

'Thank goodness he stopped looking.' He thought to himself with relief, then his eyes flashed pink with amusement as he saw the child munching on some of Whispy Wood's apples. Some things never changed at all, and that wasn't a bad thing. After Kirby was finished eating, he walked up to the knight with some more apples and put one in his gloved stub.

"For you, poyo!" He smiled and turned back around so he could walk back to the town, with his mentor slowly following him.

The trek was a long one, with the fever starting to grow worse as the minutes dragged on and the younger one of the duo skipping around and chasing everything. Softly huffing, he swallowed as the heat radiated from his face while the fever chills increased in merciless intensity. Just five more minutes, and they would finally make it to the town. Three minutes into the trek, Meta Knight stumbled and collapsed onto the grass but he quickly staggered to his feet. Grunting softly in surprise and annoyance, he knocked the pieces of grass off of his mask and hopefully there wasn't any stains or mud on him;cleaning the mask can be somewhat of a pain at times.

By the time the hours of the afternoon had blessed Cappy Town, Meta Knight and Kirby were laying down in bed after they fell asleep from a short nap. Stirring softly, Kirby yawned while rubbing his eyes with his stubs. What made the young child freeze in shock and fear was the sound of his mentor's breathing, for it sounded like he was short of breath due to a long training session with Sword and Blade. But...he was right next to him though, so what was wrong? Swallowing nervously, he looked on over at his father figure and cried out in horror for the knight was shaking violently from his illness.

"Meta, poyo! Wake...up!" He whimpered, crawling over to him and shaking him.

With a groan, Meta Knight coughed "K-Kirby...I'm a-awake." Looking around frantically, the pink hero found the same bucket and pieces of cloth that Meta Knight had used on him. Huh, they had stumbled into the same room from a week ago! What a small world they lived in! Shaking himself, Kirby climbed out of the bed to fill the bucket up. Once he returned with it, he had made a mess due to the fact he spilled water everywhere. Ignoring it however, he dipped the cloths into the cold liquid and squeezed as much water out as he could.

Making more of a mess due to spilling more water onto the bed sheets, Kirby walked on over to the shaking Star Warrior. "...Meta...poyo...why didn't..you tell me you were...sick?" He whispered, feeling slightly hurt since he could've helped him a while ago! No matter, what was done in the past stays in the past even though he may not want it to at times. Frowning, he grabbed Meta Knight's mask and tried to take it off but the knight twitched away. "Poyo! Stay...still please!" Kirby grunted, finally managing to take it off and he found...himself? Well, not fully since the knight's dark blue face had cheeks that was the same purple as his feet but a darker shade due to his fever. The knight's eyes were a pure white color, a sharp contrast to his blue ones. However, his eyes were glazed over from his illness and he was staring at the boy in a sort of daze.

Time now crawled by as Kirby stayed with his father figure, and his fever didn't act like it wanted to go down at all! Seeing Meta Knight in such a state had tears fill Kirby's eyes, since he didn't want to lose his mentor! He wouldn't know what to do if he left and never came back! The boy let out a sob as his heart began to hurt from the thought of the knight dying, and a few tears fell onto Meta Knight's face. "Please...don't leave me...poyo...I...wanted to ask...you if I can call...you daddy..poyo..." Wiping his face, he quickly began to work on bringing his fever down.

Back and forth, back and forth. A constant emptying and filling of water late into the new morning. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he whimpered as his stomach began to rumble from not eating. But, Meta Knight needed him! What if he ate and came back, and found the knight...Kirby shuddered at the thought, and he placed a stub onto the knight's forehead. "Thank...you Nova! Thank you..poyo...for not taking him!" Kirby cried out in relief, sobbing once more as he felt the much cooler forehead of his father figure.

Meta Knight, now recovered from his fever from two days ago was looking into the sunrise on that same hill he and Kirby had fallen asleep on. 'Kirby...Thank you.' The Star Warrior thought, his heart warming at the thought of the young boy returning the favor. He easily could've found an adult, or even Sword and Blade to take care of him. But the child held such love for him...something that still boggled Meta Knight's mind.

"Meta, poyo!" He turned around to see Kirby running towards him with the biggest smile he had ever seen on the boy's face.

"Oof!" He grunted as the child smashed into him with the tight hug that a child gives their parent.

"I'm glad you're okay...poyo!" He sniffled, tearing up a bit as he felt the knight's loving embrace. "Umm...can I...poyo..." He trailed off, and he let him go to see his face.

The boy was looking shyly at his feet, and he rumbled "What is it young one?"

Kirby swallowed and asked again "Umm...can I...call you...daddy? While we train, poyo! Not out in town, poyo." He looked up, but the masked knight was shocked at the fact of Kirby asking him that.

"You...want to call me...daddy?" The knight asked, still in slight shock.

Kirby nodded, and then beamed happily as the knight rumbled "I suppose that's something I'll have to get used to, being called that in training hm?" After he was tackled into another hug, maybe this sweet and innocent little boy will give his life meaning once more. Yes, he may had lost Garlude and Jecra thanks to death and Yamikage to betrayal...but he had gained another thing in his life that he will protect for the rest of his days: An adopted son.