A/N: it's my second fanfic yes and I have finally thought of a good idea for this one! Hopefully it works well. The setting should be familiar, and I have but introduced my own character. Hope you all like him. And please, feel free to critize but be somewhat nice about it. grins

So without further ado, the first chapter of Secrets of An Angel is under way!

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It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. It was during the season of winter, a fresh set of snow falling to the ground adding to the foot that was already present. A chilly temperature was outside and blowing against the glass windows. The current smashers that didn't go away for the Christmas season were sitting together in the warm content living area.

These eight smashers including the two hands brothers were the two poke'mon Pikachu and Pichu; the two princesses Zelda and Peach, and the two swordsmen Marth and Roy. They were all doing their own things. The poke'mon sharing a piece of cheese, both swordsmen sound asleep in the lounge chairs and the two princesses talking about anything that came to mind. This of course included the amount of times being rescued, the current events going on and so forth.

The sound of the wood crackling was heard throughout the silence, the warmth slipping through the hallways. The silence was calm and kept the peace easy to listen to. Most of them could hear the faded voices of the hand brothers down the hallway most likely arguing about something pointless or the current battles that are to happen which weren't much. Other than that it was a quiet afternoon. For now that is.

It was another hour of this before Peach ended up breaking the silence. Taking a break from her and Zelda's friendly girl to girl conversation, she turned to the boys and the poke'mon that were currently fighting over the cheese piece. The simple statement was asked, "Wasn't today the day the new member was suppose to join up?" she questioned. It was a simple answer of yes or no. She stared at each one looking at them for an answer. Everyone just shook their heads or shrugged. "You're no help…" she muttered in response.

"They're boys. What you expect?" Zelda replied back in a laugh. She smiled at Peach with a friendly smile who simply shrugged her own shoulders in response.

"Point," was all she said.

"Pika!"

The five smashers glanced over at the hyper Pikachu who looked at them with a look of a wild believable idea. Or answer it also seemed. They stared at it, a look of confusion on all their faces. "Pika pika!" it tired once more trying to make the other smashers understand what it was trying to say. They simply stared.



"Smashers…I believe that would be a yes." A voice spoke up to them making most of them turn looking at the source. The source was simply Master hand or what all the other Smashers call him Master for short. The floating hand looked at the poke'mon which beamed in agreement. The master floated near the six of them looking around the quiet living room then out the window watching the snow. "It's still pouring like hell out there huh?" he stated watching it.

"Yep…" One of the boys spoke up. Marth simply opened one eye looking at the hand with a smile. He gave a stray yawn before stretching. He had awaked from his nap do to Peach's question. His close friend on the other hand…was still dead asleep. Marth stared at the red head. The youth was still out cold like a light. He was amazed of how Roy could sleep through this.

"You think the new smasher is finding its way here alright?" Zelda questioned receiving a confident nod from Master. She smiled watching the snow again. Slow and steady. Just the way it should be.

"Speaking of which," Marth spoke up moving his legs to be laying side-ways. He moved a foot and kicked Roy's chair roughly but not hard enough to make him fall supposedly. Marth only gave a chuckle as he watched the red heads startled reaction. "You think you can tell us more about this new comer by any chance?" he asked looking at the hand ignoring Roy's teasing glare at the other.

"…New comer…oi" Roy muttered hoisting himself into sitting position blowing a strand of red bangs from his face and sat back in the chair more comfortable crossing his arms. His feet back on the arm rest like he always sat, much of the princesses' distaste. "Isn't that like the second this week or something…" he muttered receiving a stare from his friend in response. "?Or not…" he muttered afterwards.

The hand floated to the sides, looking as if he was in a trance in deep thought. After a few moments, he re-gathered what he needed to know and nodded. "I only know scattered details about this youth so far. All I know is he is at least nine-teen years of age, male, usually a loner or prefers it and was accepted because of his skill." He answered going threw his mental memorizing.

"As in what?" Both of the princesses questioned at once.

"I believe sword play with magic here and there. I received other words that he could fly now that I think about it…."

"Fly? Sweet..." It was Roy's turn to finally jolt awake fully and sit up interested.

"Not sure how he flies if it's in floating, magic or something totally different." He commented with an unknown shrug.

"What about his background?"

"Unsure. That's what I have been looking up for the past few hours. There are not a lot of records about him that's for sure. Not even sure where he's from either. Guess those things are some things we have to figure out our-self when he arrives."

"No police records or law?"

"Nothing"

The smashers blinked impressed. Someone clean from any police records. But that didn't mean he was fully clean. This would be something to watch for and wait to see if those thoughts were true.

"Pichu?"

The master chuckled lightly at the younger Pokémon's words. "Yes, Pichu, I am sure he is friendly. Though I won't count he would be in the best mood when he gets here since he's been in this storm…" he shrugged if he could that is. "But he would make good company for the winter." He added.

"Aye…he would. Can't wait to meet him. Another swordsmen….sweet." Roy muttered. He was thrilled to death. A new competor. And maybe even one worth fighting again. He grinned widely at the thought. He couldn't wait for this. He glanced at Marth noticing the prince in deep thought. He titled his head to the side.

And the prince was in deep thought. And it was more about what this newcomer came from and what he was. He thought about it for a few more moments. 'Magic and swordplay…good things to know here. Experience must be high…' he thought to himself tapping his fingers on his knee. He wondered much about this male. Something felt like this was going to be one thing to look forward to. He hoped at least.

Though, Marth would have loved to think about this more but was unable to do to a cry coming down the hall.

And all the smashers turned seeing the other hand, Crazy, coming floating down the hall. A look of importance on his face. "Brother, and smashers, the newcomer is coming up the path now." He told them rather hyper. The hand smiled as his brother shook its /head/ and walked off with his brother down the hall toward the main entrance with the smashers following to great their new arrival.

A/N:

First chapter…done. Woot.

Now the fun begins.

Alexander: Joy…

Me: hugs Alex tightly Review Please!!