So… summer's been around for less than a month and I've already begun to hate it. You see, my parents have become exceedingly worried that I have video game addiction, and have limited me to three hours a day, excluding Sundays. Not only that, but I had to write a report on said addiction. Three pages. Typed.

WELL WHOOPDIE-FREAKING-DOO!

Since then I've gone about a week without playing any at all, simply because I've lost the will to do so.

So I decided I'd write a story to help the summer go faster.

Without further complaining, I give you: A Smash Bros. Summer.

P.S. My right contact lens is bound determined to make my life miserable as well.

We'll be starting off with Pit's POV…

Mornings were never easy. The realization I get when I wake up telling me that if I don't scramble out of bed, something dreadful would happen to my goddess and my very home, usually hits me like a truckload of bricks. My wings never agree to such early activity, but they really have no say. Even now I can feel them straining as I throw my covers off. My horrors motivate me as my mind portrays the image of Palutena being tortured, lashed and beaten to the point of surrender. The twisted corners of my mind grow sickeningly interested at the thought. Is that truly what made Pittoo?

I sit up and clutch my hand to my forehead. My eyes flutter open, softly greeted by the silky sunlight floating in through the blinds.

Wait a second… I don't have blinds. Not in Skyworld. Where am I?

I glanced around the room. It had a cozy feel to it, plush carpet on the floor, well glossed furniture, and a decent-looking bed adjacent mine. Within its snuggly confines, I could just make out a mess of dirty blonde hair and a pair of pointed ears. A forest-green hat was hung on the headboard.

Oh… that's right… I'm in the dorm.

I was in Smash Manor. Good because I had the day off and could sleep in; bad because I can't get home. I groaned; once again my training had woken me up way earlier than I wanted to. I never truly understood how Link could hold the fate of an entire country on his shoulders and still remain so calm. Even now he was pretty much out cold. I doubt even Samus could wake him…

Nana could.

The pounding at the door was so sudden it made the Hylian leap out of his covers. I too held my ears; the noise was deafening. He glared at me, as if it was my fault he had been robbed of sleep. I merely waved him off.

Standing a little shakily, I stumbled over to the door and threw my hand on the knob, desperate to cease the horrible pounding.

I probably should have mentioned that I was up first before I opened the door.

The blunt end of a wooden mallet collided into my head, sending me sprawling backwards into the nightstand that Link and I shared with a resounding crash. The Hero of Time laughed before he made an effort to help me up.

The parka-clad behemoth darted in through the door, spewing apologies.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry Pit I didn't see you I'm sorry I broke your nightstand oh gosh why does this always happen to me-"

I raised my hand.

"Nana… stop. It's alright. I'll be fine."

Well, maybe fine was a little too much to hope for. I could already feel a bruise beginning to form on my head… and maybe a black eye, too… maybe my skull was cracked- how old is this girl?!

While the innocently maimed furniture behind me pieced itself back together due to Master Hand's magic, the little Ice Climber explained why she was here so unnaturally early in the morning. Actually, I wasn't really sure what time it was. I didn't get a chance to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand as my head went through it….

"So Zelda had this great idea-"

"Zelda?" Link perked up like a meerkat. He and his princess were quite close, so neither really did anything without the other knowing. The only difference between them was their sleep schedule. Zelda was a morning person; he was not.

"Er… yeah. She said that with the weather being so nice, and everyone having the day off…" She dug her shoe into the carpet like nervous kids on cartoons do. "We should have a pool party!" Nana nearly screamed that last part.

I put a hand to my chin. Somewhat out of confusion, but mainly to see if my jaw was broken. I had to admit, it did sound like a good idea. I wasn't a fantastic swimmer, but I was better than Sonic. How they convinced him to come along I had NO idea….

"Come on! It'll be fun!" She knew she had sold Link; Zelda plus pool party equals a sight not many people got to see… and that was Zelda in a bathing suit. His reasons, be they perverted or not, were logical. It was me Nana wasn't sure of. However, she had a trick for that as well. An evil glint flashed in her eyes at me as she spoke again.

"Samus'll be there."

That girl could read me like a book.

True, I had feelings for the bounty hunter; whether they were mutual or one-sided, however, was unknown to everyone. Including me. The picture laid out in my mind was enticing enough. Swiftly, I agreed.

"Yeah, sure! Tell Zelda I'll be there."

"Sure you don't want to tell Samus?" Link joked. I threw a pillow at him.

"Shut up, you're only in it for Zelda." I shot back.

He raised a finger to argue, until he realized that he couldn't.

"Touché."

"Good! Come on! Let's go!" Nana grabbed onto our arms and yanked, pulling us out into the hall. However, she neglected the fact that we only had boxers on. Link grabbed onto the door frame. I followed suit.

"Nana! Let us put some clothes on!" The Hylian screeched.

"Sweetie, let them go." A honey-like voice silenced the chaos.

Peach's POV

Honestly, the stuff that goes on in this mansion is getting weirder by the day. A few days ago, Jigglypuff had flattened herself and gotten sucked up into the ventilation shaft. Then just yesterday, Pikmin found out that it was quite comfortable inside Bowser's shell, much to the turtle's dismay. And today I find Nana dragging poor Link and Pit out of their room in only their boxers. What the actual-

Nana dropped the teens as if they were trash.

"I'm sorry, Miss Peach. But they were taking forever and-"

"Hush- it's alright." But by the look on Pit's face I could tell that it was definitely NOT alright. Did he have a black eye?

"Pit… are you alright?" I cradled his cheek in my hand, causing him to glow red.

"I'm fine Peach- I just… well… the girl packs a wallop."

"Can we change now? Please?" Link's irritated voice broke the eye lock. Pit flushed scarlet once again, remembering that he was still in his boxers.

"By all means." I shooed the two back into their dorm. However, when they began to take too long, I threatened to sic Nana on them. They were out of that room and in their trunks in three seconds flat.

"Let's go get Ike."

Link's POV

It felt kind of weird walking down the Smash Manor halls with just shorts on. Usually I'd be in my battle clothes; green, black, and brown covering every inch of my skin. I have to admit, the breeze is starting to freeze me out. Why do we keep it so cold in here? Pit looks fine. Can angels even get cold? Oh, wait. He has wings. Point taken.

I was the first to Ike and Marth's room. While it felt unfair that they wouldn't be woken up by a crazed girl with a mallet, I had to knock. However, when I did, there was no answer. Not all that suspicious, the prince and the mercenary were quite heavy sleepers. I knocked a little louder, hoping it would wake them.

Again, no reply.

I grew impatient. They wouldn't get to sleep in on my watch.

I pounded my fist against the door, desperately trying to make it as loud as possible.

Still no sign of activity.

That's it. Rage time.

Grabbing Nana's mallet, I wailed away on the door, my lack of sleep driving my anger. The wood threatened to give way with each massive thud. I didn't have to look back to see the fear on Peach's face.

And yet, nothing. I was about to explode. Just before I went to get the Master Sword, Pit put his hand on my shoulder, calming my lividity. Slowly he reached for the knob.

Oh, I knew what he was going to do. Extending my arms to act like a barrier for the two girls, I cautioned them softly.

"Uh… you may want to take a few steps back."

With one swift motion, Pit had ripped the door off its hinges and flung it away, not even breaking a sweat. Peach gaped. Nana was speechless.

Meh. I had seen him do it before. Turns out angels have super strength, or something to that effect. Somehow, the prince and the mercenary managed to sleep through even THAT.

Ike and Marth were extremely different, even in the way they slept. Marth was quiet as a mouse, never tossed or turned, and slept in a curled, withdrawn fashion. Even now, his bed looked like it was freshly made. I swear he's a girl sometimes.

Ike was about his polar opposite. Covers were flung everywhere, his body was sprawled out beyond recognition, and the long stream of drool that trailed out of mouth was a bit unsettling. The helm of Ragnell poked out from under his pillow, threatening harm to whoever dared to wake its master.

But the worst was his SNORING. If we weren't in a pocket dimension, you would have sworn a train was on a collision course with the mansion. How Marth managed ANY sleep was beyond me.

As Pit walked up beside me to observe the pathetic scene, the feathers on his wings brushed against my bare arm. An idea sparked in my head as I grinned devilishly.

That angel and I must be linked telepathically, because the second I looked at him, he had the same idea. I motioned soundlessly for him to raid the bathroom. In a flash, Pit had gone in and come back, carrying a bottle of shaving cream under his arm. Gently I reached up into his wing, fingering around for a loose feather. With a yank I plucked one out, causing Pit to wince. I whispered an apology and turned to Ike, my tools ready. Just as I was about to load his hand with his own shaving cream, Pit stopped me.

"Wait, we should wake Marth up first. He'll want to see this." I nodded. Pit tiptoed over and gripped the prince by his shoulders, shaking him awake.

"Mmmm…" His eyes twitched open. "Pit? W-what are you…?"

"Shh!" The angel said forcefully. He pointed a finger over to me, and I raised the bottle and feather that I had in my hands.

Marth chuckled. "Alright, but get Ragnell out of his reach. He may not be too happy when he wakes up."

Actually, I hadn't thought about that. The interesting thing about Marth was that he was just about the smartest guy in the mansion. Not smart as in with technology, but with common sense. And a holy sword to the head from an angry Ike sounded none too pleasant.

I waved Pit over; he had the steadiest hands. Gently wrapping his thin fingers around the great blade's handle, he slowly began to slide it out from under him.

The girls had long since caught on; now they and even Marth were huddled around Pit, fearing that the displacement of Ike's most beloved possession would rouse him from his slumber. Sweat traced the angel's forehead as they reached the halfway point. Slowly, carefully, the rounded tip began to near the end of the bed.

Marth's voice shattered the pressured silence.

"Wait! Who's going to catch-"

Too late. As the point of the sword slid off the bed, the weight overcame the angel's slick grip. Ragnell slipped out of Pit's hold and clattered to the floor, as if someone used Nana's mallet on a gong. Everyone clenched their eyes, fearing a wide awake, furious Ike.

But nothing. Not even a flinch. The blunette continued to sleep soundly, the only difference was that began to murmur a few words.

"Mmmm… sssure…Elincia… I'll marry you…" He clutched his pillow and brought it to his lips, whereas he began to kiss it passionately. I wasn't sure whether to be grateful or sickened.

Peach knew what she would be. FUMED.

"Who's this 'Elincia' person?!" She hissed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Marth gulp.

That didn't matter right now. We were home free. Time to get this done.

I sprayed a generous helping of shaving cream on Ike's right hand, causing Nana to giggle wildly. Meanwhile, Ragnell was put behind Marth's bare back, barely hidden by the prince's skinny figure. Pit's wings did their best to help.

Having finished with the bottle, I handed it to Pit, who placed it on Marth's nightstand. I reached up with the feather and slid it back and forth across Ike's nose, as carefully as if my life depended on it. It probably did.

Ike's face twitched. He rolled the other way, now facing directly upwards. I increased the speed of the feather, causing the blunette to subconsciously bite his lip. His arm began to move.

SPLAT!

Ike roared.

I came to the sudden realization that this was a terrible idea.

He went for me first. Lashing out at me with his clean hand, he grabbed me by the throat and growled viciously. I could see my very death in his eyes. My life flashed before me. I could hear the scrambling footsteps of Peach and Nana barreling out of the room. I was a goner.

However, the goddesses were on my side. Pit, who I now deem my freaking guardian angel, wrestled me out of Ike's hand and threw me to the door. Marth wasn't far behind, Ragnell still concealed by his torso.

Pit leapt away from the enraged mercenary, eyes wide with fright. Ike tried to grab Pit's wing, but to no avail. The cream impaired his vision, and Pit was simply too fast. Darting away from Ike, he flew out of the room and down the hall, easily surpassing Marth and me.

We ran until we were out of the dorm building altogether. I bent down and clutched my knees; I don't think I've ever run that fast in my life.

However, I didn't really have a chance to catch my breath, as the entire group and I died laughing at the sound of Ike from his window:

"WHERE'S MY DAMN SWORD?!"

Marth turned pale.

Well, I hope that sets the tone. If you don't like the Point of View setting, don't worry. I won't be using it for very long. Ike's an angry one, ain't he?

DO NOT FEAR, FANFICTION! I will update much quicker now that I have nothing to do this summer.

Please review and hang around! The next chapter's coming soon!

-Mohawkman2233