Well, this is a bit of a change for me. My first non-romance fic! Le gasp!
This story came to me in a dream last night, and I thought it was a pretty good idea, so I worte it down, and this is what I got. Woo.

If you really want to, you can squeeze some Kirby x Meta Knight out of it, but I prefer the father-son scenerio. Enjoy!

PS. I own nothing I used.

Ocean Breeze

Meta Knight slowly walked onto the cliff overlooking Pupupuland's ocean. He deeply sighed as he felt the cool ocean breeze fly through his midnight blue cape. The darkness of the night sky brought out the dazzling twinkle of the moon and stars. As he listened to the soft crashing of the ocean waves, he began to reflect on the memories of the past year.

Kirby had crash landed on Popstar so suddenly; it was quite a surprise to Meta Knight. He was only a child – he could never take on Nightmare alone, even with his exceptional fighting powers. The baby Star Warrior needed to be trained, and so Meta Knight took the liberty of doing so. With each lesson, Kirby became stronger and stronger, and with each new demon beast, Kirby's training was put to the test.

Through the time of all of the training, Meta Knight had somehow grown… attached to the infant, despite all the trouble he was able to get himself into. This was strange, as he was not one to sympathize for other people, and went by the phrase "You reap what you sow". But Kirby was the exception. He cared for the little puffball like he was his own son.
Along with Fumu, Meta Knight was the only person who really loved and cared for Kirby, though he wouldn't admit it out loud.

In a daze, Meta Knight did not hear the sound of little footsteps coming towards him. Kirby jumped onto Meta Knight's back, bringing him to the ground in the process.

"Meto Nigh!" Kirby squealed, nuzzling on Meta Knight's back.
"Kirby, why in the world did you tackle me?" Meta Knight asked, trying to get up, but Kirby kept him pinned down.
"No sleep" Kirby replied, rubbing his eyes with his paws, obviously very drowsy.

Meta Knight sighed. "I see, you could not sleep. Come, sit with me" Meta Knight gestured. Kirby loosened his grip on Meta Knight, and sat on his lap. Not exactly what Meta Knight was expecting, but he went along with it.
As the two Star Warriors watched the sky, another soft ocean breeze swirled in the air. Surprised by the sudden change of temperature, Kirby started to shiver. Meta Knight noticed this, and wrapped his cape around the creampuff to keep him warm. Kirby soon stopped shivering, and grinned at Meta Knight – a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.
Kirby labored to stay awake, but soon gave up. He snuggled into Meta Knight's arms, and closed his eyes. Behind his mask, Meta Knight smiled. Almost instinctively, he softly stroked Kirby's head to lull him to sleep.

"Hush, little Star Warrior. Go to sleep" Meta Knight insisted.
Suddenly, Kirby stirred in Meta Knight's arms.

"Daddy-poyo" Kirby whispered, before drifting off to the oblivion of sleep.
Meta Knight, on the other hand, was shocked. Did Kirby just call him… dad?

Now normally, Meta Knight would have been shocked at the statement, but right now, he was too calm and at peace to really think twice about it.

"Daddy… I like the sound of that" Meta Knight chuckled, as he stroked Kirby's head, and watched the stars softly dance and twinkle in the sky.

Ta dah? That was a little short. Oh well.

Until next time, dear readers!