Hello fanfiction, Mr.E here and yes it is finally back, Marco Diaz vs the world. Sorry i was working hard on the plot and honestly, it still needs a lot of work but we shall take it as we go along. thank you for every single review, favorite and follow. they mean the world to me.

a special thanks to h mae - yeah its a pretty complex system and you got it right. Every time someone breaks up with Star, the ex becomes an obstacle with the latest Ex in charge of the rules (Some convoluted reason of he must care most about the princess because he is the newest etc etc poor line of thinking.) all the exes pretty much gave up their matches when told to fight except tom who, as the newest ex, ordered the rest to fight off any challengers for Star's heart (more on why later) so now the exes have to fight Star's new boyfriend on tom's orders because no one bothers to update rules. Star is able to get a feel for Marco and knows how to calm him down and yeah its too soon for a first kiss! haha sorry it took so long. much work went into this. a lot of work is still going into this.

Tyrekme576- sorry about the wait.

Fabio- yeah its pretty tense because they pretty much want what's best for Marco even if he doesn't agree. Janna may have a thing for marco. haha it was tempting but when i do au stuff, i do try to make some things my own and i think it would show the length of Marco would go to be with jackie since he doesn't know what being in a relationship is like and may be a tad bit lonely. haha as for the sexy phase, it'll be a video game character. probably. we'll see. sorry about the wait.

grim: yep its own story!

SVTFOEfantic- Well in terms of good. more like...anti-hero with lots of negative and positive traits. and you really shouldn't like him on the antagonist side of the view cuz he is pretty bad. Luigi is a bit further but he's actually making himself unlike Mario who pretty much is just for show at this point. "So...she's my worst enemy? i guess i could live with that"

guest: i am happy you enjoyed it!

watermalone: Sorry for making you wait even longer haha well maybe not the most biggest defeat since he is the only second boss. er ex. don't hide i've done worse and more embarrassing things for my OTP

smokescreen: thanks i'll try to keep up the good work

misspineapple' sorry made you wait.

richi :I am but this is low on the list cuz i need to still work out a lot of the details.

smittytheories: its here its here it...is..here! *falls asleep*

Axis25: Well i am glad you read it and thank you for doing so and honestly, i think a lot of people laughed at Ryu being the first ex and honestly, since i'm not held back by little things like trademark and copyright, i decided to pull the exes from the video games themselves. be good change of pace. I know i answered your question but for anyone else, yes all the exes will be off of video game characters, except for ryu, anti-heroes and villains. i have thought of a few but if you have any ideas you would like to share, feel free to. I don't mind listening to what you came up with at all!

so here we go. after forever and ever, i am updating Marco vs the world. sorry about the delay. i was, and am, still working on it.

before i let you go, quick recap. Travis is star's 2nd ex from a game called no more heroes. It is a game that is dark, rated M for mature and does not take itself seriously. Like Travis is an otaku who loves pizza and anime with his sole reason for entering the United Assassin association is to sleep with Sylvia, his guide and agent in the UAA. He only enters the UAA because he kills someone with a beam katana he won in an online auction. Travis is a pervert, crude and pretty much an ass who has a code of honor and really does not like fighting women. Great game for an more adult feel but get ready to grind. you need to do a lot of minigames to get money to challenge the bosses and honestly, they aren't varied and there's not too many fights but those boss battles are awesome and funny.

A little warning, there's cussing and some adult themes ahead given Travis's background so you have been warned. so there we go, sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy the newest chapter and thank you fo everything, especially your patience. i own nothing and enjoy.

Over her 19 years of existence, Star had faced many situations. A great deal of them where fun, many more awkward and everything in between was classified as boring.

She did not know how to label this particular situation, one she never thought she'd find herself in. It was so comical like a sitcom or poorly written teen drama show about high school with a thinly conceived plot.

Star Butterfly, princess of another dimension, was currently sitting in her little home away from home with her fake, for show, basically hired boyfriend while her immature, otaku ex was wolfing down a hastily made sandwich like it was water in the middle of the desert, beam katana at the ready to murder previously mentioned fake boyfriend for some ancient, barbaric rite of passage to be officially considered good enough to date her even though he was just really there to disband the league of evil exes trying to control her life and let her date the real man of her dreams.

Life was strange and fickle sometimes.

"So..." Marco began casually, uneasily eying the hilt of the man's lightsaber and quickly realizing why Ryu was the bottom of the evil exes "Travis...how did you meet Star?"

Travis glanced towards Marco, his yellow tinted shades remaining on his face despite the fact the sun had long since faded away.

"It was in high school. After Star came back from her summer in Japan, she met me."

Star groaned unhappily, covering her eyes in embarrassment. Star wished she could go back in time and smack herself for even considering going out with Travis. Looking back, the warning signs had been obvious and present since the moment she learned his name and he hadn't changed since.

"Star loves herself some bad boys" Travis grinned cockily "and with my cool hair and slick red jacket, she couldn't help but be instantly attracted to me. Not that could blame her."

"Ooookay" Marco nodded in agreement though he still couldn't picture how Travis managed to make Star fall for him "I guess you must've been quite the cool kid."

Travis grinned triumphantly "Yep, 7 years and still rocking my signature kickass style"

Marco grimaced at Travis's exaggerated and unnecessary poses, flexing nonexistent muscles to show off to people who did not care.

"And little Buttercup here couldn't get enough of my passionate kisses and butt pinches" Travis wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Star turned bright red with horror, glaring deeply at Travis while trying to keep her voice from cracking "T-Travis!"

"And man did she love to moan. Especially this one spot on her neck that make her moan so loud that..."

"Stop!" Marco raised his hand in submission "Just stop, please. For the love of god please."

Travis shrugged, seemingly unconcerned with Star's mortified stare and Marco's uncomfortable face.

"Anyway, Star got too relaxed and boring and I dumped her. Can't be with a girl who can't let loose and have fun."

"hey! I can totally have fun and let loose."

Travis's grin became a perverted smile, eyes narrowing eagerly "Why don't you show me what you're like all grown up and with your hair down?"

Travis was surprised when he found himself face to face with a furious Marco, the 19 year gripping Travis's red jacket tightly with boiling anger.

"Don't talk to my girlfriend like that!"

"Yeesh" Travis rolled his eyes, pushing Marco off and fixing his crumpled jacket "I was playing. Not interested in Star when I've got another hot blondie waiting for me."

Marco scoffed in disbelief "Yeah right."

"It's true. Once I kill everyone above me in the United Assassin's Association, she's going to sleep with me."

"You're an assassin?!" Marco cried out, a wave of uncertainty passing through his entire being.

"Yep. How else am I going to pay for my anime and pizza?"

"Seriously, you murder people just for cartoons and junk food?!"

"Hey!" Travis pointed defensively towards Marco "As an Otaku I take great offense to some no good american punk calling Anime cartoons! Anime stands for animation you ignorant ass!"

Marco looked gobsmacked at Travis's retort while Star rubbed her forehead wearily, muttering under her breath "Omg, he's gotten worse."

"Besides" Travis leaned back, putting his dirty, muddy sneaker on Star's wooden, well polished table "I only kill other assassins and bad people. Each fight to rank up costs me some serious dough and there's only so many jobs out in the world I could take before it gets repetitive and boring."

Marco took a deep breath, watching Travis carefully for any sudden moves. He had no idea how good of a killer Travis was but that lightsaber looked like it could do some serious damage.

Star could feel her heart crawl to a stop, the atmosphere of the house shifting within a moment, the awkward air now becoming cold, distant and full of danger.

Travis stared at Marco nonchalantly, arms tucked behind his head "Normally, I wouldn't even bother with you. I would've just blown off the match and say you beat me. Wasting precious time being here instead of working my ass off getting coconuts or watching my favorite anime Pure White Lover Bizarre Jelly"

"Pure White..."

"But you see" Travis planted his feet firmly onto the floor, hand hovering over his weapon, ready to beat Marco to the draw "Tom placed a pretty penny on your head. Don't know why but seems like he thinks you're a big threat."

Marco could feel the sweat build upon his brow, sliding down the side of his face as Travis's eyes went cold and emotionless.

"and it's just enough for my next match."

No one said anything as the subtle click, click, click of a nearby clock ticked away in the silence of the home, everyone preparing for a massive fight but unsure when exactly it would occur.

"Ready Marco?" Travis asked calmly, rising to his feet while taking his beam katana into his hand.

Marco nodded, knowing it was pointless for him to try to convince Travis not to fight. He was a cold blooded assassin and the lure of money was enough to tempt the lazy ass.

Marco stood up, turning to face Travis in the tiny dining room. He could do this. He took on Ryu, a warrior far superior than himself and lived. He could take on this puny, immature otaku who fancied himself a master swordsman.

Marco Diaz VS Travis Touchdown

FIGHT!

The blue beam of the lightsaber flared to life, blinding Marco for a critical moment with its illumination as Travis gripped the hilt in both hands, raising it high before delivering the finishing blow.

Marco's vision cleared in time to see the beam of death approach and he leapt backwards, just barely avoiding being chopped in half down the middle.

Travis chased after Marco, opening for a wide swing and leaving a nice scorch mark trail on Star's wall before he swung at Marco's head like it was an oversized baseball.

Marco ducked under Travis's attack, lunging towards the older man with reckless abandon, catching the assassin by the midsection and driving him back.

Travis's lungs emptied themselves of any and all air giving Marco time to drive his fist into his foe's stomach, hoping to press his advantage.

Travis snarled, jabbing the hilt of the beam katana into Marco, forcing him to break off his attack and giving Travis a moment to recover.

Marco gripped his aching shoulder as Travis rushed towards him, horizontally swiping at Marco left to right in flurry of strikes.

Marco instinctively reached for a nearby tray to fend off the attack before remembering that he was facing a lightsaber. There's nothing on Earth that could stand up to that piece of badass sci fi technology.

Star frowned at the sight of Marco reaching for something to defend himself before changing his mind, nearly losing his hand to Travis's assault before defensively bobbing and weaving to avoid Travis's flurry of swipes.

"This isn't the time to play around Marco!" Star shouted, catching Marco off guard and distracting him for a moment.

"What?" Marco snapped his head to face Star before realizing that was the worst thing he could've done in the middle of a fight.

Travis's foot struck squarely at Marco's chest with far greater strength Marco would've attribute to the scrawny otaku and sent him skidding through the doorway and into Star's tiny, homey feeling kitchen.

Travis raised an eyebrow towards Star while motioning to Marco in disbelief, his eyes asking if Star really expected Marco to win this fight.

Star huffed, sticking out her tongue as Travis made his way to finish off Marco.

"Marco! Stop playing around!" Star called into the other room "Defend yourself! You're never going to win hand to hand."

Marco rolled out of the way of Travis's lunge, scampering and flailing wildly onto his feet before whirling around to face Travis.

"He's got a freaking lightsaber!" Marco yelled back, leaping sideways as Travis resumed his attack "I doubt you have anything that can stand up to a lightsaber!"

"It's not a lightsaber Marco! Those aren't real, it's a beam katana. Just a really really futurey sword!"

Marco yelped when Travis grabbed him by his collar, the assassin giving Marco a mischievousness smirk before hauling him upwards, easily lifting the 19 year old and suplexing him into the tile of the kitchen floor with unbelievable strength.

Marco blacked out for a moment only to find his vision blurry and shaky, an unfocused image of Travis standing over him, casually checking his cell phone and humming a repetitive but catchy tune.

Marco groaned, clutching at his throbbing head while trying to ignore how much his back was aching with pain.

"One second sunshine" Travis told Marco, lifting a finger to tell the downed teen to wait while his thumb swiped all across the cell phone screen in a rapid movement "I gotta answer this questionnaire for the UAA. Now where was I...how did you find out about the UAA? By...killing...rank...number 10...because I...needed anime money."

Marco blinked, his vision slowly returning normal and allowing Marco to asset the predicament he was currently in.

Marco noticed the handle of a nearby broom, not the most ideal armament but if Star was right about her facts, and Marco prayed to god she was, he should be able to fend off Travis long enough to find a more suitable weapon.

Marco took a deep breath, mentally counting down from 5...4...3..

"Okay" Travis cheerfully said out of nowhere, shutting close his phone and fixing his gaze on Marco "ready to get back to killing."

"One!" Marco shouted rolling out of Travis's downward thrust and gripping the broom tightly in his hand.

"Seriously? A broom?" Travis scoffed at the idea of Marco trying to take him down with a common household item "I've taken down cyborgs, tanks and even a half sexy, half gun model. You cannot seriously believe that little piece of shit is going to..."

Pain erupted throughout Travis's skull causing him to wince in agony and instinctively hold his head in hopes to alleviating the injury.

Marco drew back the broom, holding it firmly between in his hand like some sort of spear.

Marco lunged forward, the rough bristles of the brush raking against the unguarded Travis's face, causing him jump in surprise and scratch at his cheek uncomfortably

"Ugh what the hell!?" Travis glanced towards Marco only to find a quickly approaching broom heading straight for him.

Travis blocked Marco's thrust, catching the broom head between his beam and the hilt but the awkward angle prevented the assassin from counter attacking properly.

Marco pressed the broom purposely against Travis's weapon, straining to push Travis against the far wall, hopefully limiting his sword's effective range and turning this free for all into familiar fist based combat.

Travis held his ground, refusing to give Marco even an inch despite the soreness that began creeping into his arm.

"Give it up Touchdown!" Marco yelled, beads of sweating reforming and dripping down his face "You can't keep this up!"

"Psst, whatever sunshine" Travis shot back, his face equally contorted with effort "I'm a trained assassin, I can do this all day!"

The two growled at the other, eyes blazing with furious anger at the idea they were equal in strength.

Marco knew something was up when Travis sent him a cocky grin but before he could piece together the otaku's plan, it was already in motion.

Travis shut off his weapon, the room dimming significantly as Marco found himself tumbling forward, his broom now clashing against empty air and possessing no reason to remain at a standstill.

Travis untangled his hilt away from Marco's broom and slipped underneath the preoccupied Marco, trapping one arm with his own and locking Marco's neck with the other.

Marco struggled to break free when he felt Travis kick his legs into the air and put all his weight forward, catching Marco into another well known wrestling move known as a DDT.

Marco's skull collided with the solid tile floor with a loud crack and while Marco could not stop the incredible headache from forming, he counted himself lucky that he was still alive.

Travis stood triumphantly over Marco, shaking his head in disappointment at the sight of his defeated foe.

"You know with how much Ryu was praising you, I was expecting more of a fight" Travis taunted, walking over to the fallen Marco "I mean you actually took his Metsu Hadoken at face value and lived? Impressive but right now."

Marco coughed violently as Travis kicked him in the stomach, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

"Got to say, there isn't much to you is there? Here's a little tip for you sweetheart, first rule is there are no rules. We evil exes aren't going to play fair and never should you."

Marco glared at Travis, the assassin leaning over him, mocking him.

"I mean you won't actually learn that lesson since I'm going to be killing you now but hey, it was for the best. I mean I'm not as strong as Ryu but psst I am like the easiest ex. If you can't beat me..."

A faint blue light basked over the walls of the kitchen and Marco, the low hum of electricity filling the room, Star staring from the doorway, mortified and distraught.

"Look away Buttercup" Travis said gently, lifting the beam katana high in the air "This ain't going to be pretty and you know you can't stop this."

"Travis, WAIT!" Star called out but it was too late, the beam fell towards Marco.

Marco let out a cry of annoyance when the back metal piece of the weapon made contact with him, not enough to do any real damage but still stinging a bit.

"Travis!" Star muttered breathlessly, wiping her tears and letting out a sigh of relief "You spared him! Thank you!"

Travis didn't hear the princess's thanks. Instead he peered at the hilt of his sword, eying it carefully in confusion.

"What was that Star?" Travis muttered absentmindedly, turning the weapon this and that way for closer inspection "I didn't catch that. I'm trying to see why my beam suddenly gave out."

Star felt an icy chill upon realizing the only reason Marco wasn't dead was because the beam katana ran out of energy rather than Travis deciding to spare Marco.

"Shit, the batteries dead" Travis clicked his tongue "Gonna have to recharge."

Star pouted towards Travis, staring daggers into the back of her ex "Don't expect me to let you use my phone charger after nearly gutting my boyfriend. I mean...I...well...I don't know what kind of charge you need but don't expect me to let you borrow it!"

"No need princess, you just got to give it a little loving."

Star could feel her stomach churn unhappily, the blood rushing to her face as Travis began lifting the hilt up and down in a rapid motion, legs wide and gripping the weapon with two hands while violently shaking it like he was...he was...

oh god and with the long back emitter of the beam katana it look like he was actually...

Star groaned, holding her hand to her mouth in hopes that her dinner wouldn't be exiting the way it came in.

"Almost...got it..." Travis grunted, going faster and faster about recharging the sword.

Marco crawled to his feet, trying to ignore the suggestive nature of Travis's recharge.

Before Travis could react, Marco struck at his face, a straight jab to the chin that sent Travis reeling, stumbling backwards towards the tiny corner of the room while his arms flailed helplessly in an attempt to gather his bearings.

Marco prepared to follow up, to end the match while he had a chance to strike at Travis when suddenly the kitchen vanished in a whirl of debris and fire.

Marco coughed the smoke out of his lungs, his mouth dry as the cold night wind howled loudly in his ears, a soot covered Star and Travis offering their hands to the disoriented Marco.

Marco took Star's hand, wearily casting a suspicious look towards Touchdown but as Marco rose to his feet, unsteadily wobbling back and forth, he realized that the trio no longer stood in the kitchen but rather half destroyed, half standing house.

Bits and chunks of a wall surrounded them like pieces of an incomplete skeleton. Dirt, bricks, mortar, pieces of dinnerware, a long sleek sheet of metal that was once the fridge and a random assortment of smashed, crushed and burnt junk littered the floor as small fires were scattered randomly around, slowly dying due to the exposure to the chilly night air.

"MY HOUSE!" Star shrieked, trying to find some sort of comfort that everyone important made it through the explosion okay. Oh and Travis, he made it too.

"Star..." Marco whispered but Star was too upset to hear, cradling a random piece of a teddy bear lovingly in her arms.

Marco glared towards Travis who seemed more focus on something across the street rather than the unneeded destruction he caused to Star's home.

Marco opened his mouth to scold Travis

"Marco" Travis said quietly, his tone serious and cold.

Marco stopped, wondering what in the world Travis had to say to justify this completely reckless behavior.

"New deal. You help me defeated this shit face, I'll forfeit the match."

Travis' beam katana hissed to life but his back remained turned towards Marco, the sword hanging at his side.

Marco glanced across the street only to find someone he had never seen before chuckling evilly at the sight of the destroyed house.

Whoever stood across the street wore a white cape with blue interior trimming, his strange jumpsuit darkish blue gray color. He wore futuristic white gloves and boots with a comically large V belt buckle, a well fitting blue mask with red and white lines hiding his identity.

"YES!" The man yelled over the crackling of the fires "That was amazing. I didn't expect any of you to survive but you did and now I get to kill you myself! Awesome! I have to admit if I manged to off you with that puny attack, I would've been really disappointed."

The man let loose another round of maniacal laughter, blood lust shining through his masked face.

"Who the hell are you!" Marco demanded, clutching his fist angrily.

"I...am Destroy Man! Ranked number 7 on the UAA"

Marco threw a dirty glare towards Travis "You son of a bitch! You knew this was going to happen."

"Calm your horses, I may fucking hate you on principle but there's no way I would purposely put Star in danger like this." Travis countered, his rage barely contained at the idea of this lunatic trying to hurt innocent people for no reason.

"I waited too long for you Travis and decided to hunt you down myself! Money or not, I'm challenging you to a rank battle!" Destroy man giggled, a deranged edge to his tone "and now I get to slaughter two more people! The night is getting better and better."

Marco took his place next to Travis, his fury matching Travis's and coming to an understand with the older man.

"We take him out, you give up. That's the deal?"

Travis nodded "You game?"

Marco nodded in agreement "I'm game. Lets take the fucker out."

"Lets"

"Yes" Destroy man snickered at the stupidity of his foes "Let's!"

There was a click and whirl, Destroy Man revealed a new weapon to unleash upon his hapless prey, one Marco could not believe someone would choose as a way to fight someone.

"Are those...machine gun nipples?"

Travis sighed tiredly "I am afraid so."

Destroy man is the 3rd boss in the game and no, not Star's ex.