This is my first Fic, so please R&R!

Chapter 1: Welcome Back

I watched the scenery outside the bus window zip passed me. Watching it was the only entertainment I was going to get for the next couple of hours, and the bus driver didn't seem friendly enough for a conversation. So I considered napping for the time being.

But lucky for me, the bus' ancient engine was too rambunctious for any type of shut-eye. So then I tried making out each figure in the blurry landscape, but then that just got me irritated when I couldn't make out a figure before we passed right by it.

"You're Samus Aran, the bount hunter right?"

The sudden question from the bus driver had caught me off guard, so I hesitant to answer.

"Well....?" the bus driver's voice strained with annoyance.

"Yes," I almost mumbled to myself. What was it to him anyway?

"I thought you were supposed to be a..... Lady,"

I blinked. I'd forgotten that I was wearing my armor and helmet. I probably looked like some freak orange robot to him.

"That's because I am," I took off my helmet to reveal my face.

The bus driver's eyes stared right at me through the reflection of the window. For some reason, he wouldn't stop.

"Shouldn't you be keeping your eyes on the road?" I asked with irritation. I lifted my helmet back on my head to conceal my face.

"Um, yeah.... Sorry," the bus driver turned a little red.

That was the only talk we ever did have for the rest of the journey. It didn't really matter, because I found sleep sometime during it.

I awoke when a huge wheezing sound startled me. I yawned and looked out the window. The landscape was motionless. Only the leaves in the trees and the grass swayed in the gentle breeze. Why had we stopped? Did the bus need gas? Or does....

"We have arrived at your destination Miss Aran,"

"Oh!" I gasped. I hadn't realized I had slept for a little too long.

I stood up and walked to the front of the bus and thanked the bus driver for the ride. He smiled brightly and waved goodbye as he left. Why did guys have to be so friendly towards me? Why couldn't they act more like those bratty teenage boys in movies towards me? I sighed and turned around

Before me stood a magnificent mansion that could match the size of three football field in length. As for the height, I'm not a math wiz, but it was freakin' tall! A decent garden surrounded it's perimeter, and a large field and a forest loomed behind the over exaggerated building.

I grinned behind my helmet. It hadn't changed much since the last time I was here, but it seemed like they had added more flowers to the garden.

I hesitated for a few moments to absorb the familiar surroundings before I started to head for the mansion. A sudden thought haunted my mind. I hoped they weren't going to throw a welcome party. I hated parties. Over here, it usually meant getting drunk for the older people, and getting sugar rushes for the younger ones. Who would enjoy doing that? The one who arranges the parties? The one who decides in doing it? The ones who go to it?

The dangerous thoughts loomed inside of me. As I got closer to the building, I started to make out a large banner above the entrance. It wasn't until I was a few yards away until I could see what it said:

Welcome New Comers

New comers? Oh, no..... There was going to be a party! But not for me thankfully. I wasn't a new comer. I was a brawler that had some business to take care of so she left for a few years, that's all. So I didn't have to worry about unwanted attention if there were new comers....

I held my breath as I opened the door to the mansion. Suddenly the door flung open to reveal both familiar and unfamiliar faces. I bit my lip.

"Welcome Samus!" a booming voice said.

I turned to the owner of the voice and found that it was none other than Master Hand.

"Welcome back to the Super Smash Brother's League!" the white hand said happily.

I felt my face turn red behind my helmet. Why did he just say my name out loud like that infront of everyone?! I could feel the many pairs of eyes piercing through my armor (that I was so incredibly thankful to have on).

Master Hand noticed the many stares and said,

"Now why don't you come with me to my office?"

I nodded and followed him (or was it a she?) out of the crowed room. Why did so many people have to be there when I made my first appearance after so long? But at least none of them could see my face.

"What's with the freaky robot?" I heard someone mutter in the crowd behind me.

I clenched my teeth. I was right about people thinking I was a 'freaky' robot, but it still hurt to be called it.

"Welcome back!" Master hand said happily.

We were in his office. I was sitting down in a chair, and he/she was floating behind his desk.

"How many times are you going to say that?" I muttered.

"Until you greet me back," the hand muttered back, shaking his index finger at me.

"Hello," I greeted solemnly.

There was a moment of silence, but I broke the silence.

"Are there new brawlers coming today?" I asked hopefully.

"No. Only you," the hand replied.

"What?! But I'm no new comer! I was a brawler here before!" I cried.

"Yes, but only a few of us know you. Do you remember how many people were in the room when you entered?"

I nodded, remembering the numerous pairs of eyes that seemed to pierce through my armor. I shuddered.

"So to the many new brawlers, you are the newest one," Master Hand stated.

"Does that mean I have to act weak?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, not all new comers come here weak," Master Hand replied, ignoring my sarcasm.

Master Hand started itching himself with his thumb (in his/her case, he/she was probably scratching his/her head) and said hesitantly,

"I know you hate parties.... So.....,"

"You threw my one," I grumbled.

"No, I set up an introduction session," Master Hand said, shaking his/her body (that's actually a hand) at me.

"Introduction session?" I asked.

"That's when the brawlers here are introduce themselves to you, then vise versa!" the hand seemed to dance around while saying it, "and it should be starting shortly....,"

As Master Hand finished his sentence, there was a tap on the office's door.

"M.H.! We're all set!" said a peppy voice that belonged to a girl.

"We'll be out in a second!" the hand replied.

"M.H.,?" I questioned.

"The brawlers here like to give eachother nicknames," the hand said it as if it were a good thing.

I scowled. I wondered if my nickname would be F.B. (as in 'Freaky Robot"). I'd hate it more that I'd ever hate parties. But at least I was expecting it like any other nickname close to it, so it wouldn't surprise me.

"Let's go Samus, we don't have all day to do introductions!" Master Hand called me from the office door.

I sighed and stood up to follow him/her out. With all those new brawlers, and the so called newest brawler, me, introducing themselves, it would probably take more than all day.

I hoped you liked the beginning! I know it's extremely short, but I plan to make longer chapters!!! I'm starting to work on the second chapter..... But I'm not putting it up until I get reviews!! (Yes, that was a threat!!!) Please R&R!!

(sorry about the threat, even though I do mean it...)