Well, I promised myself I would get back to writing somehow. This idea has been in my head for a long time, but only now I have decided to focus on this story. There are some things I'd like to say before starting the chapter:

This story is a futuristic AU. More precisely, this is a Dramatical Murder AU, with the female Robin as the protagonist and some heavy modifications to some plot elements, setting and character backstory to fit the Super Smash Bros universe better and keep this story rated T (for now, at least, I don't know what might happen in the future). Dramatical Murder is a Boys Love visual novel, so of course the most logical way was to make this a yaoi fic, but…

The Smash archive has a severe lack of yuri. I'm here to fix this.

As I said, Robin (F) will be the protagonist and will have about five love interests: four girls and a guy (and if you people know me well, I think you already know who the hetero option will be). I mostly chose her as the protagonist because of her (Fire Emblem Awakening) in-game possibility to have support conversations with anyone in the army… and also because I can imagine her being the bottom of every single possible relationship here.

I will get into more details of what directions I'm considering taking with the format of this story in future chapters, but for now, please enjoy this (future very gay) adventure.

PS: Don't search for Dramatical Murder on Google, unless you're into explicit, hardcore yaoi. On a brighter note, there is a lighter and toned down version called "Dramatical Murder re:code" that censors the more heavy stuff.

Robin tapped her fingers on the plastic counter, bored out of her mind. Today it had been an especially slow day for business, meaning she had absolutely nothing to do aside from checking her phone every five minutes and praying for someone to just waltz into the store, even if to just browse the bookshelves or the technological area of the place.

"So boring..."

However, as if answering her prayers, the phone by her side started to ring, making her jump in a startle and quickly answer it before the person decided they had better things to do than wait.

"Good afternoon," she hastily said. "You have reached Fils-Amie's Books and Techs, how may I help you?"

For a moment there was only silence at the other side of the call and Robin wondered if that was some sort of juvenile prank… Again.

"H-Hello?" she called again.

"Oh, um, I'm terribly sorry," the man (judging by his deep voice) said. "Yes, yes, you can. You see, I have recently bought one of your external hard drives, but it seems it is defective. I want to trade for another one."

"Oh, dear! Defective? Are you sure?" she asked, biting her lower lip. "What seems to be the problem?"

"It's… Uh, I tried storing all me programs and music in it, and now I can't seem to have access to them anymore."

"Don't you think that this might be the work of a virus? Are any of your programs corrupted?"

"Corrupted?"

"Yes," she cooed, "Corrupted. It is not uncommon that something like this might happen. Do you have your anti-virus running?"

"Um, well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it," he mumbled. "S-Still, I would like to trade for another one!"

"Did you purchase it recently?"

"Not even a week ago."

"I guess there really isn't anything we can do," she sighed. "Bring the item with your receipt and we will have a new external hard drive reserved for you," Robin told, grabbing a paper block and a pen. "What's your name, sir?"

"Uh..."

"Sir?"

"I-I'm sorry for saying this all of a sudden, but..." he stuttered in embarrassment. "Y-you have a really beautiful voice, miss."

Oh, good. He was one of those.

"Well, thank you. I'm flattered," she purred. "Now, if you could just give me your name?"

"Ike… Ike Greil."

"Alright, Ike, come here by tomorrow and we'll have a new hard drive for you. Will that be all?"

"All?"

"Is there anything else you want?"

"Actually, if that's not a bother… Do you think that we could perhaps meet? I mean… I'm sure you might be just as beautiful and pleasant."

Cutting right to the chase, uh?

"Oh, um, I'm terribly sorry, sir," Robin said, sweetly. "I've been occupied these days. I'm sorry, but I'll have o turn you down."

"I see..."

"Oh, OH, one more thing!" she cooed, excitedly. "Do you like books, sir?"

"Yeah… I… read every once in a while."

"Well, I just realized we are having a nice promotional sale that might interest you. If you buy three books that are whiting the sale promotion at once, you will get a forty percent discount in your total purchase."

"I'm not sure if I..."

"Oh, no, I'm not forcing you to buy anything," she twirled her hair on her finger. "I was just telling you since we are already here, you know? I just like to incentive others. Reading is such a wonderful thing, isn't it? And I'm sure everyone appreciates a good discount. Anyway, your new external hard drive is reserved. Come by here today or tomorrow and we'll take care of it."

"Are you sure you can't go out?"

"Absolutely."

"That's too bad."

"Well, Ike, have a nice afternoon. I await you here."

"Thanks, you too."

That guy didn't even know her name.

Robin turned off the phone with a heavy sigh and returned it to its base to recharge. She knew he took her bait and would probably spend money on books he didn't need (but should), yet she couldn't bring herself to feel any sort of victory in that. She hated using her voice to lure customers into buying more, it almost felt like prostitution in a twisted way. Yet, sales that month were kind of low and her boss was getting rather depressed because of this, so she did what it had to be done.

She had no idea why, but whenever she spoke in a certain pitch over the phone, it seemed like whoever was listening to her at the other side just dropped any logical thought at the sound of her voice and did about anything she wanted. And while it was very useful for sales, the downside of this was that there were just so many people who wanted to meet her in person because of her voice. Be it man, woman or just about any other type of person, it seemed like Robin's voice had a way of attracting people.

However, every time someone actually got to meet her, it was like the spell was broken and they left disappointed. That wasn't to say that some still didn't want to go out regardless, but she could still tell that they suffered a mild disappointment for expecting to meet a goddess and ended up realizing it was just lil' old her.

Still, her voice helped with sales and also helped her disguise the fact that she knew jack squat about half of the technological stuff they sold there, so that was good. Robin got the job because she liked books, not because she understood how hardware worked. No, explaining technological blabber was Shulk's job. Too bad he wasn't in charge of the counter.

"So, anything new since I went to check on the stock?"

Speaking of the devil, there he was. Robin saw her co-worker walking away from the stairs that led to the shop's storage on the upper floor, dusting off the thin dust from his blond hair.

"A client will come today or tomorrow to trade the external hard drive he bought for a new one," she told him, resting her elbows on the counter. "He said it wasn't working properly."

"How much you want to bet he had corrupted it with a virus?"

"In any case, I'll leave this to you."

"Oh, by the way," he grabbed a package that laid on top of the nearest cardboard box. "Don't forget to deliver this hardware at the courier, okay?"

"You know, just once I would like that you delivered all this stuff."

"Would you rather check the stocks and computers?" he teased.

"Give me the package, Shulk," she extended her hands and caught the package that was tossed at her. "Yup, keep throwing these! I'm sure they won't break!"

"As long as you're there to catch it."

"Har har."

Despite her complaints, Robin enjoyed that part of the job, as it gave her an excuse to get out of the store and stretch her legs for a while. Sure, she would just go to the courier, but still, delivering packages was always a nice break of the monotonous routine. Robin left the store with the package under her arm, shielding her eyes with her free hand from the strong sunlight.

Once her eyes grew used to the sun, Robin went on the left direction, passing by the small, cramped together houses and small shops of the neighborhood, before arriving at the commercial center of Sakurai city. Despite its name, the commercial center was not localized at the core of the city, but it was called as such due to it being where most commercial activities happened. No, the commercial center was localized at the west side of the periphery of the city, where most of its residents lived in. Or rather, were forced to live in.

It has been 25 years since Isle of Ancients has been bought by the overly influential Subspace Corp., whose plan for the island was to build a high tech, luxurious amusement facility for rich people all around the world to use. Being a relatively insignificant island that belonged to no country, the only resistance Subspace Corp met when buying the land was by the natives. There were numerous protests, both peaceful and violent, but in the end, there was nothing they could do. The amusement facility, bizarrely called Trophy Vault, was eventually built, taking over more than 2/3 of Sakurai city and being protected by a foggy and sturdy dark purple glass dome.

Those who refused to leave the island during the time of its construction were forced to live in the periphery, being cramped together in a large ghetto and having to adapt to the new lifestyle. But maybe the real kicker that showed just how vile the company was was the fact that those who decided to stay this entire time, those who refused to leave when they were told to do so, now couldn't leave the island anymore, unless they received a personal permission by the company's CEO, Tabuu, himself.

Why couldn't people leave anymore, nobody could tell, but Robin didn't seem to mind… too much. She wasn't even born when Isle of Ancients was bought and couldn't remember anything about her life outside of the ghetto, before the construction of Trophy Vault was finished. It wasn't as if she had a lot of complaints about her life. While far from perfect, she still made it work. And wasn't that what was important?

Robin passed by the busy crowd of people, wondering what route she could take that would give her less of a headache to go through. The courier wasn't that far away, but even the smallest distances could become long journeys with the right amount of people to slow your steps. Robin would rather take the longest route as long as she could run or walk fast. She decided to go through one of the nearest alleys in hopes she could walk from inside the conglomerate of buildings, making up convoluted routes until she found a way to get to the courier.

Unfortunately, it looked like she would have to go back and find another path, as in that particular alley there was a game of Smash happening. And she sure as hell didn't want part in this.

"Ugh," she groaned at the crowd of people in front of her chanting for the two fighters (a strange fox humanoid and a pink puffball) currently engaged in combat.

She honestly could not see the appeal in virtual fighting. It was a passtime for those who had nothing better to do with their lives. Not to mention it could get quite dangerous in real life, considering how some people took this game way too seriously and got carried away when they lost.

However, before she could leave quietly, she felt two strong hands pulling her by the waist, not giving her enough time to react before she was locked in a tight bear hug.

"Robin, hey!"

"Ack!" she gasped, struggling to free herself from her friend's grasp. "Chrom, let me go!"

"Ha ha, sorry," he immediately loosened his grip, allowing her to get away from him. "It's just that I didn't expect to find you here. I thought you didn't like Smash?"

"And I don't," she rubbed the sore spots from her arms. Thank the gods the package wasn't damaged from Chrom's monstrous hug. "I just wanted to find a shortcut to the courier. Have to deliver this hardware as soon as possible."

"Seems important," he commented, casually.

"What are YOU doing here, mister?" she raised an eyebrow at him. "You're not here to get into another game of Smash, are you?"

"What? No, NO!" he raised his hand in defense. "Gods, Robin, you know I'm not into this life anymore! Olivia would have a heart attack if she discovered I have been fighting random strangers in the streets."

"Gods bless Olivia's soul for finally putting you in the line," Robin joked, earning a light punch in the shoulder from him.

"For your information, I was on my way to work when I stopped by to just watch. I was going to leave as soon as the fight between Fox and Kirby finished."

"Of course you were."

Robin turned around once more and glanced at the fight between Fox and Kirby reaching its climax. Above them floated the judge and mediator of the match, a big, disembodied hand simply called Master Hand. Unlike the wild crowd, the hand watched (or at least Robin thought it watched) the fight without uttering a word, without showing any favoritism. It was rather of creepy how it just kind stood there, while the uproar happened right bellow it.

Seriously, what was the appeal of Smash Bros?

Robin couldn't remember when this so called sport started to gain popularity between the population, it just kind of happened. But maybe she was being too harsh. After all, it was a mostly harmless fighting game in theory, since it happened all in the player's head and no physical harm was done.

Two people would challenge each other for a battle of Smash and settle the rules for the fight. Master Hand would then spawn whenever the fight would take place and serve as the judge. Once everything was set, the battle arena would get projected and would envelop the player's unconscious bodies, while their Smash personas would do all the fighting. The first person who lost all their lives by being send off from the arena's limits would lose. Anyone could participate as long as they had a registered ID and the match accommodated up to 4 participants (though rumors said that there were special, unspecific circumstances that let eight players join).

Seemed simple enough to her. Robin had to admit she still found it interesting how people from outside the player's mental battle could watch everything happening as if it was really there. It didn't hurt that all Smash battles were regulated by Master Hand, who in turn, was regulated by Subspace Corp, even if that was the same company that screwed everyone in that island in the ass in the past.

Guess people were willing to forget certain business practices as long as just the right amount of time passed.

Well… it certainly was a lot more interesting than street fighting. The combats could get quite mortal sometimes.

Robin still couldn't not associate Smash with all kinds of wrong people, though. Mostly thugs, but sometimes with bratty teenagers who had their noses way up in the air who would most likely turn into thugs in the future. Which was why she couldn't bear the thought that Chrom enjoyed that game so much.

Gods bless Olivia. Gods bless their early marriage and their baby daughter that made him turn into a family father with a decent job. A decent job as a tattoo artist, but still. Decent.

"Listen, I really gotta go," Robin told Chrom, checking the hour on her phone. "No settling in Smash, you hear me?"

"No settling in Smash," Chrom said, raising his hand in a promise. "Though I wouldn't mind if it was a friendly match against you."

"I refuse to register my ID," she gave a smirk. "You're not going to convince me otherwise."

"Ha ha, right. Well, good luck with your delivery."

"Stop by my home someday, by the way," she said, passing the package from arm to another. "You know how Rosa likes having guests for dinner. You can bring Olivia and Lucina with you too."

"Maybe someday. I'll think about it."

They bid their farewells and Robin walked away, wondering what other route she could get and ignoring the constant buzz her phone gave inside her pocket.

Anyway, that's all for now. Reviews are appreciated! Also, who do you think Robin's future love interests might be? I'm actually curious.

Yeah, I made Chrom marry Olivia in this fic. I like this pairing more than I thought I would.