For anyone who's read my first fanfic, I know that one's not done. But I did this one over the summer and actually finished it. There's maybe ten chapters in total, give or take. I'll post a new chapter every second day (though by the time someone reads this, they might all be out). So if anyone's wondering, this one will actually by completed- it is completed, I just haven't editted everything yet. Speaking of editting, I'm sure I have a bunch of errors in here because I kind of only skimmed it for editting. Please do your best to ignore them!
READ THIS PART: I have the characters with similar personalities to my last fanfic, so Zelda and Marth don't get along to well, Link's in love with Zelda but is rebuffed continuously, Young Link and Link are brothers, Pichu and Young Link are friends, etc. Ok, so I guess this part wasn't so important. Ah well, just wanted to steady a starting point. Oh, and this one's set BEFORE BRAWL. Though Brawl's awesome too, but I miss Roy, Young Link and Pichu. :( Also, the rating's for some language, some violance, a lot of Zelda delivered abuse, and some other stuff. Not too big a deal. Now I'm done. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Smash Bros. or anything affiliated with the game, nor do I own the high-power motor, though I really wish I did.
It all started yesterday, when Peach invited Zelda to tea...
Normally, the Princess of Hyrule wouldn't attend a tea party by request, especially coming from a pink tart like Peach, but one final line had been added to the letter that changed everything.
There will be cake.
As much as Zelda felt like she was selling out and letting herself be manipulated, she couldn't help it. There would be cake.
And if there wasn't, heads would roll.
So when tea time came around, Zelda went to the mansion Peach had Mario and Luigi build for her next to the Smash Bros. Headquarters. When she arrived at the tea room, however, it wasn't just Peach, Mario and Luigi that she found.
"What is he doing here?" Zelda demanded, jabbing a finger at the blue haired prince sitting on one of the settees.
Marth, made aware of Zelda's presence by her uproarious shouting, slanted his eyes at the Hyrulian Princess, then Peach who was blinking in surprise at Zelda.
"What do you mean Zeldy? It said on the letter he would be."
"No it didn't!" Zelda exploded, pulling out the letter, "I have it right here!"
"Oh, no need for that!" Peach piped, snapping a finger at Luigi who was cowering in a corner of the room, sitting next to a tied up Mario, "I have a copy of what I sent you right here!"
Luigi, realizing his order, jumped up and raced out of the room. Peach continued beaming at Zelda while Mario struggled against his bonds and let out muffled cries into the stocking stuffed in his mouth. Zelda, Marth and Peach all ignored him.
"But I have the letter right here!" Zelda persisted, holding up the pink envelope. Peach, still smiling, yanked a tasselled cord beside her chair. A high-power motor started somewhere in the floor and a bullet bill launched itself up directly underneath the letter Zelda held out, blasting it away.
Zelda guffawed, Marth wore an expression between boredom and irritation.
Peach continued to beam.
There was silence, then the bullet bill hit the ceiling, sending chunks of mosaic tiles to the floor. Silence again. Then running footsteps could be heard from the hall. Luigi emerged moments later, hurrying to Peach and handing her a yellow envelope.
"Here," Peach said, holding out the letter, "The exact same one."
Striding forward with a scowl, Zelda snatched away the envelope and pulled out the letter. Scanning it, she found the contents did indeed mention Marth's presence, and that coming would mean accepting the task Peach had for them. It was like a business proposal, printed off and signed by a witness (Luigi) at the bottom, with Zelda's own name of acceptance below that, written in the same scrawl as Luigi's.
Basically, a completely different letter.
"See," Peach gushed, pointing at her name, "You even signed it!"
Zelda, about to say (shout) something, changed her mind and dropped on the settee, as far away as she could from Marth, and rubbed her temples, "Look, it doesn't matter. Where's the cake?"
Peach smiled cheerily at her, "Oh Zeldy, you must be mistaken. There isn't any cake."
Zelda's eyes shot open. Staring from tray to tray on the table, she found biscuits, cookies, brownies, scones, muffins, even pie. But there was, in fact, no cake.
Zelda placed a hand over her heart. She couldn't breath, "No..." Zelda gasped, eyes wide, "No cake...?"
"Nope!" Peach replied, chipper as she held out the letter, "Why? Did you think I said there would be cake?"
Zelda gingerly took the letter, reading and rereading it. There was no mention of cake. Not even an insinuation about cake. No cake. No. Cake.
None. At all.
The cake... was a lie?
Marth raised an eyebrow at Zelda, who was presently tipping back and fourth on the settee, looking dazed.
Sure, he'd been disappointed too. But he hadn't reacted that badly. At least, he hoped he hadn't... After Peach told him there was no cake, everything kind of... went black.
Marth lost ten minutes of his life that day. Ten minutes he would never, ever get back.
Peach clasped her hands together, regarding the two, "Ok! Now that we all understand each other, and I have your names in writing, why don't you get going?"
"To where?" Marth asked when Zelda continued teetering.
"To get what you promised to get me!" Peach exclaimed, snapping her fingers at Luigi, who ran off again. Peach then proceeded to waltz around the room, looking dreamily at nothing, "I really want it- actually no, I have to have it before the next tournament. It's mandatory. I can't fight without it."
Marth was of the opinion Peach couldn't fight anyways. But he wasn't about to voice this. Not after the bullet bills.
Luigi returned soon, with a rolled up map.
"This," Peach said, taking the item from Luigi, "Is a rolled up map."
"Got that." Marth stated.
Peach ignored him, waltzing around with the map, "This rolled up map will guide you to the thing I want. It's like a compass, of sorts."
"No." Marth said, "It's a map."
Peach ignored him. Eyes sparkling, Peach held the map high and whirled around, "It will guide you to the one thing you truly want, this rolled up map! Just open your heart to it, and this rolled up map will lead you to it!"
"Cake." Zelda said, sitting up straight.
"Girls." Roy said, appearing behind the sofa.
"Money." Pichu said, sitting on Roys head.
"Marth." Young Link said, popping up next to Marth, who jumped. "Marth!" Young Link exclaimed in elated surprise, leaping forward to wrap his arms around Marth, who ducked just in time. Young Link flew over him, knocking into Zelda at the other end of the settee.
Zelda's eyes flashed. Young Link shrieked.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Marth demanded, glaring at Roy for a response. The redhead shrugged, while Pichu jumped down onto the settee. She plopped down, adjusted her green backpack, and faced Marth.
"We heard you guys were going on a trip." Pichu said to Marth, "And that there was free food involved. Young Link," Pichu went on, turning to the boy who was covering his eyes, peeking through his fingers, and screaming at Zelda's death glare repeatedly. Pattern broken, Young Link turned to Pichu.
"Pass me a piece of cake." the pokemon ordered.
"The cake is a lie." Zelda whispered, suddenly desolate again.
"Then get me that scone." Pichu instructed instead, jabbing with a stubby finger. Young Link obliged and passed her the scone. She took a bite and promptly spit it out, going out of her way to turn towards Young Link so it would land on him. "Stale. I want cake."
"Why am I following your orders anyways?" Young Link whined to the pokemon.
"Because you're too slow to object to a request and are only realizing now that you can." Pichu replied, then gestured to the table again, "Get me that cup."
Young Link passed her the cup. Pichu took a sip of tea and promptly spit it out, going out of her way to turn towards Young Link so it would hit him. "Stale. I want cake."
"It's a lie!`Mario yelled, having finally bitten through the stocking.
Peach, beaming at the group, pressed a large red button on the arm of her chair. A pipe started rising out of the floor, below Mario, until he was completely out of sight. His screams could be heard then, slowly getting fainter as he fell... somewhere.
Peach was still smiling, "I think it`s about time you were all on your way. The map will help you and I have a car waiting outside."
"I refuse." Zelda refused.
"I do as well." Marth said as well.
"I dunno," Roy scratched the back of his head, sitting on the arm of the settee, "She is a chick..."
Marth elbowed him.
"I also refuse."
"If Marth ain't doing it, I ain't doing it!" Young Link piped up.
"We weren't even asked, idiots." Pichu said, scowling from Young Link to Roy, then back to Peach with a glint in her eye: "But for the right price..."
"Fine, if you guys won't do this out of the good of your hearts..." Peach sniffed, dramatically wiping her eyes, "I guess I'll have to... GOD DAMMIT!"
"What?" Roy asked when nobody else showed any interest.
Peach had her hand clasped over her left eye, "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it... I POKED MY EYE!"
"This, as well, failed to elicit a response. Zelda continued toying with a fire ball. Young Link and Pichu were playing solitaire. Marth was sleeping."
"I'm not sleeping Roy. Stop narrating."
"Sorry."
Peach, by now, had recovered and was smiling her wide, glossy smile, "So, as I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted..."
"You interrupted yourself." from Pichu.
"So interrupted yourself." from Young Link.
"You really shouldn't cut yourself off like that." from Roy.
"It is rather rude." Zelda observed, deciding to join in.
Everyone looked at Marth, "I have no comment on the matter."
"Damn it Marth!" Roy exclaimed, "You ruined the pattern!"
Peach cleared her throat, "Like I was saying, before being interrupted a second time... Will you all take on this job if I give you cake?"
Zelda's head snapped up.
Marth blinked lazily at Peach, "Even if you say that, we're not going to-"
"Pichu!" Zelda shouted to the pokemon beside Marth.
"Right!" Pichu yelled back, understanding immediately what Zelda wanted her to do. Squeezing her eyes shut, Pichu sent a lightening bolt at Marth.
And with that, another ten minutes or Marth's life was gone. Lost. Forever. Never to be reclaimed. No matter how hard he tried.
Before Peach could blink, Zelda was shaking her hand, brows knitted seriously, "We'll get your important whatever it is, in exchange for cake."
Peach recovered from her fazed state and smiled, "I'm so glad! I'll have the cake made especially for you after you get back!"
Realizing this was as fair as the offer would get, Zelda nodded and pulled back her hand. "Come on." she ordered the others, "We've got a job to do."
And so Zelda and her party (Young Link dragging Marth) left Peach's mansion to prepare for the journey ahead.
"Somewhere, below the floor, a distant voice could be heard calling, 'The cake is a liiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!'
"But alas, our heroes didn't hear this warning in time."
"Roy, really. Stop it."
"Sorry."
So that's the prologue. The next chapter will be up within two days. Review if you like (it would be nice), but I can't say you'll get cake if you do. I don't even have cake. Though now I really, really want some...
