Chapter Four: Boiling Over

To say Eleven was shocked by the sight was an understatement. He felt his legs shaking with the urge to run back to the Mansion and yell at the downright disgusting Smashers who did this. Oh, and he had a good idea of who it was. That fat Ridley and King K Rool for sure! They always threatened to get violent. Every single day! Eleven never thought one of them would act on it.

But it wasn't set in stone. It only looked as if those were who did this to Eight. Perhaps he was overthinking things. His trust for others has not been good since he nievely went to the palace in Heliord, only for the king to accuse him of being a Darkspawn and throwing him in the dungeon. Yes...that was how his own grand adventure started. Plus, people weren't exactly treating him kindly now in Smash either. He was beginning to think everyone he met had some sort of ulterior motive...

Not trusting Dr. Mario or Nurse Chansey to give the situation the time of day, Eleven picked up his friend without bothering to call their office. He'll care for Eight himself. He knows how to use medical supplies since he often had to treat his own wounds back when he was on his own journey. He could care for Eight's wounds.

Gently picking up Eight, Eleven shook even more at feeiling how light Eight was. Was he truly out here all this time? Well, one thing was certain - Eight didn't eat since he turned up missing. There was no other way he would have been this light. Yet another reason to be irked...

Eleven marched into the mansion and went up to his room. The Spectation Area must've been sucessfully cleaned as the halls were starting to fill again. Eleven hid amongst the shadows and went up the elevator to the Ultimate Floor and straight to his room.

After setting Eight on his bed, Eleven began to repeatedly cast Heal on his friend. It was the only healing spell he knew that could also affect an ally and it was quick to act as well. One dose of it and some of Eight's gashes and cuts were already starting to close. Good. That meant he was alive. He cast the spell over and over, not caring that he was probably overexerting himself in doing so. All he cared about now was helping make sure Eight pulled through.

It took about ten doses of the spell to get Eight's injuries fully healed. Eleven could feel his vision blurring due to pouring so much magical energy into helping his friend but he did not care. Eight was still out cold though. Likely from malnourishment. Hopefully in a little while, Eight will wake up so he can try and eat. Trying to feed him now would only make him choke.

Munchie squeaked from inside Eleven's knapsack. Gently getting the mouse out, Eleven set him down by Eight so the little guy could see that he was healed. The mouse must've realized this as he started squeaking again and lightly pulling at Eight's hair, trying to get him to fully awaken. It was futile though.

Eleven started to cough at that moment. He'd really overdone it with the magic. He probably should've gotten Eight treated the old fashioned way but his trust for the Smashers was slowly dwindling. He wouldn't trust anyone to not just make Eight worse because they felt like it. Yawning, Eleven rested his arms on the edge of the bed and using his arms as a pillow, slowly began to drift off...

BOOM!

OH WAY TO GO, RYUJI, KNOCK DOWN MY RECYCLING BIN!

YOU WEREN'T LISTENIN' TO A WORD I SAID!

MY ART PIECE!

I SWEAR IF YOU RUIN MY PAPERS AGAIN OVER THIS HERO DRAMA I'M GOING TO PULL ANOTHER BLACK MASK ON YOU GUYS! MY PATIENCE WITH YOU IS SLOWLY FADING AWAY!

YOUR PATIENCE?! WHAT ABOUT MY PATIENCE, AKECHI?! YOU UP AND REPORT SOMEONE FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN YOUR OWN BENEFIT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY WITH IT?! EVEN WORSE, RYUJI AND YUSUKE ARE FINE WITH IT TOO?! AM I THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS ROOM WITH A SINGLE OUNCE OF COMPASSION FOR A SMASHER WHO IS BEING TREATED LIKE CRAP FOR NO REASON?!

For the love of...! Phantom Theif drama and so loud Eleven can't even get a nap in without hearing it! Eleven was about done with these Smashers. The disrespect about his tournament victory, arguing on the elevator, beating Eight and leaving him to starve for a week and now this?! After lifting his head wearily from the bed, he forced himself to stand. Oh this was it. These people were getting a piece of his mind!

Eleven stormed towards Joker's room, all the while hearing noise that was surely disturbing Eight as much as it was disturbing him. Not caring about knocking, he flung the door open and immidiately began to voice his opinion, eyes shut tight in frustration.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF YGASSDRIL ARE YOU ALL SO UPSET ABOUT THAT YOU'VE GOT TO HOLLER SO LOUD I CAN HEAR YOU WHEN I WAS DEAD ASLEEP?!"

Joker, Akechi, Yusuke and Ryuji all froze when the Luminary shouted like this, his face bright red as he yelled. Papers littered the floor from a knocked over recycling bin, an easel was knocked over, a paint pallete was thrown onto the ceiling so that a splatter of rainbow colors was now up there, paintbrushes were all over, in addition to a belt and a pair of pants. The drawers were also flung open.

"Damn, you didn't have to yell at us, man..." Ryuji was the first one to speak. Yusuke just shook his head as Akechi crossed his arms.

"We're sorry, Hero, but things couldn't be kept down." Joker got right to the point. "You see-"

Eleven blinked as he saw something flashing on the computer that was at the desk. He turned to it, seeing a Smashbook tab was opened. A post was made 42 minutes ago by a certain Goro Akechi with a GIF that had a picture of Eleven on it, Xed out and BAN HERO flashing on the top. There was also a video link that was entitled 'Top 10 Reasons Hero needs to be BANNED from Tourneys!' below it.

Now, Eleven never used his issued Smashbook page. Most Smashers immediately hooked onto their pages and began posting every time they farted, wanting the world to see and to find out how many thumbs ups they'd get on a picture of them kissing the air. To Eleven, the tech was too complex. Every time he sat down to take a photo of himself, it always turned out bad or he got so frustrated trying to get the tech to work that he gave up. All he did understand was that Smashbook was very public and a Smasher's rep there carried over into Mansion life as well. To see that someone has posted something totally rude, defaming and downright disrespectful about him got Eleven's blood boiling. He could no longer stop himself from acting on his pent up emotions.

THWACK!

"Yo!"

"You just busted my computer! I had important case files on that!"

"I had some graphic designs stored on that!"

The computer now sat with Eleven's sword stuck firmly in the center of the screen, sparks flying from it. Ryuji looked ready to box Eleven's face, Yusuke was holding his head in disbeleif and Akechi stood with an annoyed hand on his hip. Seeing Akechi give that annoyed look like he had just been inconvienenced even though he was the heart of the problem made Eleven yank his sword out of the computer and proceed to bash it. Shards of glass and broken wires spewed across the desk and floor, Yusuke's mug of paint brushes fell over yet again, papers flew up and sailed across the room - the already trashed room was now becoming a dumpster and Eleven gave not one Slime's rear end.

"Calm it down, Hero, calm it down!" Joker was the only one who even tried to approach the raging Luminary, grabbing his shoulders. "Stop! The bad post is gone!"

"I was TRYING to delete it before everyone started hollering!" Akechi tried to defend himself.

"Why should it have ta be deleted though?!" Ryuji yelled. "It was funny! So was that video!"

"I told you to take that down a half hour ago!" Joker yelled, trying to pull Eleven away from the desk, but he did not move. "You know that was defaming! How could you post something like that about somebody!?"

"It wasn't even meant to defame it was meant to explain, competitively, why Hero needs banned!" Akechi yelled. "You guys are overreacting!"

"You got me banned...my friend nearly DIED...And YOU POST THIS!?" Eleven yelled whilst bashing the desk now, sword marks easily seen in the wood as tears dripped down his cheeks. "YOU should be banned from the mansion for defaming other Smashers FOR NO REASON!"

"I wasn't defaming anyone!" Akechi yelled. "You need to stop! I don't know what happened to your friend but it wasn't caused by me!"

"I don't beleive one word of it, Akechi!" Joker yelled, now finally getting Eleven to at least sit down at the office chair. "You know what...I am not putting up with this. I don't have to! You can get your stuff and get out now, Akechi!"

"Why doesn't Hero get his crap and leave?" Ryuji had to interject. "His style obviously ain't workin' for Smash and almost everybody is pissed he's even here. So why doesn't he leave?"

"I agree completely." Akechi told Joker. "If anyone should leave it should be him!"

"Who should leave is everyone who is defaming a Smasher for no reason other than a moveset that wasn't even HIS choice! He brought something new and all he's gotten is Smashers not wanting to accept him from the day he walked through that door! How fair is that?!" Joker boomed. "I am not going to say it again, Akechi. Get your stuff and get out. I don't care where you go. Get out!"

Eleven only got more worked up. His sword was now wedged into the desk and exhaustion was making it so he could not move his arms to bash the desk or use his magic on the people hollering before him. Tears flowed down his face as he soon sees Akechi and Joker getting in each other's faces and hollering so much spit is flying in his face. However, his hearing was starting to give in so he could not understand what they were saying. More drama about him he was sure. He couldn't take this anymore...he just couldn't!

A blanket of darkness soon embraced him...

"Mngh..." Eleven woke up to something small and soft tickling his nose. He blinked awake, seeing that it was Munchie wanting to see that he was okay. He looked to his right, seeing that Eight was in the bed beside him, eyes closed. He seems to be getting better though since more color was in his face and his breathing had strengthened, which was good.

However, Eleven did notice that they were not in his room anymore. He easily recognized the bright lights of the room as Nurse Chansey's office. As he sat up, a small buzzer was triggered which made Nurse Chansey come hopping in.

"Oh good, you're awake! It's been three whole days!" she said excitedly. "Any longer and we would've had to hook up the life support!"

"...What happened...? Why am I here?" Eleven asked.

"A Smasher called me after he heard banging from upstairs." Nurse Chansey explained kindly. "I went running into Joker's room to find a mess of trash and you on the floor as well as Joker and Akechi hollering! By the way, all of you are scheduled for a PBJ session on Monday at 8AM sharp. Master Hand thinks that things got too out of hand."

PBJs. Peanut Butter Jelly - AKA consoling for Smashers. Only Smashers who went off the deep end were reccommended for PBJ sessions. Meaning severe rivilaries, Smashers who went through trauma or Smashers with serious mental disorders. The loons as some Smashers called them. Eleven could not believe that he was already being referred to one of those sessions...

"O-okay..." he got out before looking at Eight. "How's Eight?"

"Like you he is in Magical Deprivation. Thanks to malnourishment and his sealed injuries, he's taking longer to recover." Nurse Chansey said. "But you both are expected to fully recover."

She smiled before dimming the lights. "You still need rest. You're going to be here for at least another day, so get the rest you need. You have a long road ahead of you."

As Nurse Chansey walked out, Eleven sighed. Well at least Eight was going to be safe. But he certainly had a long road ahead. Things had gotten to the point it was time for PBJ. He wondered how much they would actually help his case... Perhaps Ryuji was right: he should get his crap and leave because he just isn't working out...