Until the Very End
All characters are proprety of Nintendo. Most situations are property of FIREmblemFAN
"Roy!" Link hollered at the door, "Get up! We're all gonna be late 'cause of you!" He hushed himself, waiting impatiently for a reply. He had been trying to wake his best friend Roy for almost ten minutes now and was still getting nowhere.
After a few moments, Link sighed deeply and leaned against the door. Finally he slide to the ground, crossed his arms and dawned and angry scowl. Marth, the oldest of the four swordsmen who lived in the dormitory, was laying silently on the couch reading a magazine. He glanced over at the still angry Link and calmly asked,
"Trouble?" with one eyebrow slightly raised.
"How am I supposed to get him up?"
But before Marth could answer, Young Link came bounding into the room with a joyous expression on his face.
"Okay! I'm ready to go to the meeting!" he declared happily.
"Great," started Link, "Go tell that to Roy."
"Roy! I'm ready to-"
Link shot his younger self an icy stare.
Meanwhile, Roy slept peacefully, unaware of the events occurring outside his door. He was dreaming about his darling Wendy again, who he had left behind in Pharae when the Smash League called for him. As Roy lay there in his massive bed, protected only by a jumble of sheets tangled in his legs, a smile made its way across his face. It was the first time in a while that he had had sweet dreams.
Outside, Young Link had found something to pick the lock on Roy's door with.
"C'mon! Faster!" Link called to the youth.
Suddenly, there was a loud, echoing click and Roy's bedroom door swung open.
"Hah! We're in!" And with that Link bolted into Roy's room, only to trip over Young Link's small from. "Owwwy!" cried the little boy as he traveled closer to Roy's sleeping figure. Being a curious child, Young Link kneeled down to his friends face and examined the saliva moistening the other boy's lower lip. Roy was lying lazily on his stomach, one arm under his chest, the other dangling over the side of the bed near the floor.
Doing the only thing he could think of, Young Link jabbed his index figure into Roy's side and he immediately awoke. Eye's open, the groggy fifteen year old groaned as though he were in pain.
"He's alive!" reported Young Link.
"Hmmm…" responded Roy as he laid his head back down on the soft fluffy bed pillow.
"Oh no ya don't," bellowed Link as he quickly approached the bed. He lunged for Roy's shirt collar and pulled him upright. Just when Link thought he was making progress, his friend's head lolled to the side as he let out an enormous snore.
"Stop being so dramatic!" demanded Link of the sleepy red head.
Having no more patience, Link grabbed hold of Roy's arm and yanked him to the floor with a loud "thud".
Roy groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Hey," he began, "Why'd you do that? And why is every in my room?"
"We have been trying to wake you up for nearly twenty minutes," said Marth who was leaning against the side of the doorframe. "The Smash League scheduled the monthly meeting for this morning but I don't think we'll make it." He continued.
"It's today?" questioned Roy.
"Yep."
Roy frowned and laid his head back down on the floor. He rubbed his face and told the group,
"You guys go to the meeting and I'll try to meet you there later."
"Are you sure?" asked Link and Marth in unison.
"Mmmhmm," mumbled Roy.
Link sighed and strolled out the door, followed by Marth.
"Bye Roy," whispered Young Link as he closed the door. But Roy was fast asleep.
Meanwhile, at the meeting that had caused so much trouble this morning, Mario was about to begin his announcements when three late swordsmen came into the auditorium. Blushing as everyone glared at them, Marth, Link and Young Link took their seats in the back row.
"Now-a then," started the famous plumber Mario in his noticeable Italian accent, 'This-a meeting is about the-a new safety features on the-a fighting systems."
Everyone settled down and began to pay attention, as this was an important topic.
"We-a all know that when we-a fight, no one is actually-a hurt. However, this-a new system will take extra precautions so that we-a don't repeat the past. But because-a the system has-a just been installed, some of the-a computers in charge of-a other systems might-a shut down."
The crowd he spoke to looked confused and worried.
"It's-a okay. The shut-a-downs, if they occur-a will only be-a temporary."
The crowd sighed in relief.
Mario continued, "On a happier-a note, today is the-a first day of your-a fall vacation. The League-a thinks that-a we all deserve some-a time off. Just a reminder, the-a guests you-a invited will be-a coming in-a tonight, so-a start cleaning those-a messy rooms!"
Mario looked around the room and found that many people looked displeased about last minute cleaning. Especial Captain Falcon who got stuck bunking with slobs like
Donkey Kong, Bowser and Ganondorf.
"Last-a-ly, next week we will-a start the new-a tournament with the-a new battle system mentioned-a earlier. We will-a meet again a week from today-a to get the new-a fighting schedules. Now-a please enjoy-a your vacation. You-a are all-a probably very busy preparing for your arrivals.
Slowly, people started to noisily rise from their seats, chattering about their guests, Mario's speech and other things of interest. Peach waited anxiously the Smashers left the large auditorium. She sighed and looked out one of the tall windows that let the sunlight flood into the room. Through her puffy blonde bangs, she looked peacefully at the happy blue sky. The sun was shinning brightly, which made the entire campus look clean and new. The crisp autumn wind could almost be seen as it tossed brightly colored leaves into the air. Peach longed to go outside and feel the sun's warmth one last time before the chilly weather and frost set in. However, she had many guests coming to stay with her and remembered that a good hostess is always ready for company. She gave the outside world one last, loving glance and then turned on her heel, ready to work.
As she stepped back stage, trying to take a shortcut to her room, she ran into Mario who seemed happy to see her.
"Oh-a, Peachy," he began. "I've-a been looking all-a over for you-a."
"What is it Mario?" she asked politely.
"I was-a just thinking; It's-a been a while since we sent the-a Toad-servants out-a to pick up the-a trash. With all the-a cleaning that will-a be done today, maybe it would be a good idea to-a get the-a garbage collected."
Peach smiled. "Good idea indeed, Mario." She cooed.
"Thank-a you princess." said Mario who was now blushing a bit. "I'm-a sure the garbage cans will be a big-a mess-a after those teenagers get to them!"
Together, the two laughed as they thought about Roy and Link's messy dormitory.
Back at the swordsmen's dormitory, Link could be found sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of hot chocolate in hand. He gazed curiously at Roy's room. Something didn't seem quite right.
"Link! Don't forget about your room!" yelled Marth. "It's a mess and we all have people coming over!"
Just before Link could get up to start on his job, a sock flew out of Roy's bedroom and landed on top of Young Link.
"Heeeeyyyy…" cried out the youth.
Suddenly a huge red sweatshirt was flying out the door, aimed right at Young Link's head. Quickly came a bombardment of socks, t-shirts and a pair of old sneakers. To top it all off, a pair of red- checked boxers made their exit and landed safely on Young Links lap. He tried to scream, as he was terrified, but the large sweatshirt still atop his blonde head muffled his calls for help.
From across the room, Link had to admit that the sight was hilarious, but he wondered what on earth Roy was doing. Quickly he got up, paying no mind to Young Link and parked himself in Roy's doorway. Narrowly dodging a pair of jeans, Link managed to ask,
"What the heck are you doing? This is the opposite of cleaning!"
Roy pulled himself out from under the bed and replied, "I'm looking for my regular clothes. Wendy's coming to night and I can't meet her wearing my smash uniform."
"It looks like you through most of your "regular" clothes out the door." mentioned Link.
"Those all need to be washed, except for that sweatshirt on Young Links head."
Link moved out of the way so that Roy could better communicate with Young Link.
"Hey! Little dude!"
Young Link turned himself towards Roy.
"Can I have my sweatshirt back?"
In a matter of seconds, the sweatshirt was hurling towards Roy's face, along with an assortment of other articles of clothing.
"Gee. Thanks." mumbled Roy who now wore a sweatshirt atop his head.