I hope everyone enjoys. I brought Snake back, for those who liked him, but everyone else looks pretty similar to how they appear in Super Smash Bros 4. Also introducing a new character I totally made up... Rashida! She's super excited to be a part of the story, so please R&R and I'll tell her you like her. Samus, Zelda, Lucina, and Peach also asked for me to tell all you readers to R&R as well and put in a nice comment about them. And I'll personally ask you to R&R, just because it's fun to see your views. And, just a warning, I typed it out on my tablet, and the auto correct changes normal words that would make sense into nonsense that makes me look bad. Don't judge errors please. Here goes...

The First Day

Marth took a deep breath and calmed his beating heart. He hated meeting new people. Especially when they were all new. Due to some sort of brainwashing technique, he didn't remember any of the smashers from former Brawl games. The only people he would know would be Ike and Rashida, since all three of them had trained together since elementary school when Ike had been ten, and he and Rashida had been eight.

He had not seen either of them for five years, when he had been sixteen, and he wasn't sure if he could recognize them. He knew he looked the same. He was almost just as skinny and his hair was in the same style. He knew he was slightly more muscular, but that wasn't that much of a difference. In five years he had mostly changed actively. He was faster than he had ever been and had worked extensively to master his sword. He felt prepared for these two days of 'tier testing', but he hated not knowing anyone.

Many different smashers were gathered in the large room and the different pitched voices echoed off the walls and ceiling.

The women were on one side, the males on another. He was surrounded by two tall men and a dinosaur, so he scanned the females, hoping for a glance of Rashida and familiarity. No such luck.

A voice crackled over the speakers in the corners. "Classes will be divided, five to a class, on similar subjects. Lingo Class at eight thirty. Testing Weapons class is at ten. Lunch is at twelve. Break is at twelve forty five. Basic Communication and Rules is at two. Training is from three to four fifteen. At four fifteen all will head to dorms for rest. Roommates and map of dorms posted at the back of this room and at the entrance to the dorms on billboards along with names of all smashers. Thank you for listening. Classes begin in fifteen minutes."

Marth wanted to waste no time finding out where the dorms were or the names of the smashers. Although both those things were semi important, he couldn't stand to be late for class and he calmly and gently pushed his way past two short men and two shorter boys, and exited the room.

The bluenette Prince made his way down the hall and glanced quickly at his number. 143. All his classes before lunch would be there. After lunch they would be in 712. He walked into his room, nodded calmly at the teacher, and neatly sat down.

A few minutes later the others began arriving. The first to sit down was a man with a scraggly brown hair and beard. Encircling his head was a band, rather similar to the one Ike wore, but it was thicker and Ike didn't have brown hair. He was wearing a suit that showed off his muscles and matching his muscles and his face, Marth decided this was not one of the nicer smashers.

The next classmate was one of the short men he had passed earlier. He wore a red shirt with blue overalls and a red cap with an 'M' on it. He had a bushy brown mustache, but twinkling eyes that proclaimed him friendly.

Next entered a small pink ball with arms and legs and big eyes.

Then came a young boy with a backpack and a baseball hat. His hair was black and he quietly took his seat.

Lastly, in came a man of medium build who was just slightly stockier than Marth, but still thin, with a shock of dirty blond hair that spilled from beneath a green night cap of sorts. He wore a green tunic with leather boots, arm bands, and belts. His eyes twinkled and he grinned as he took just seat.

Marth learned that the bearded man was Snake, the mustached man was Mario, the pink marshmallow was Kirby, the boy was Ness, and the young man, who seemed about his own age, was named Link.

He stood, nodded curtly, and said, "My name is Marth." Then he sat.

The class was there to teach them phrases and 'lingo' that was used in Ultimate Brawl. They were also given a list of lingo to memorize as homework and sent off to the weapons class. They showed their skill. Snake had guns and bombs. Mario had fire. Kirby had a hammer. Ness had special electrical pulse powers. Link had a sword and shield. Marth had his sword.

As all showed the teacher what they could do, Marth studied them, searching for weaknesses. Unfortunately, since the students only showed what they were good at, it was hard to find any failings and he began to feel intimidated.

He was glad when it was lunch and calmly took some rice and sauce and tea and sat down at a table all by himself, hoping he would have a chance to watch for Ike or Rashida. No such luck.

A man dressed similarly to Mario, except thinner and wearing a green cap and shirt, sat down at the same table. "May I join you?" He asked in a thick Italian accent, similar to Mario's.

Marth nodded. "Of course," he answered in Japanese. He did this because he still was not very good at English and because he didn't actually mean of course.

Luigi sat down and began eating. A young lady with blonde hair piled atop her head and sparkling blue eyes, plus a beautiful and elegant pink dress, walked over. "Hello, Luigi," she said, and then smiled widely. "Isn't this exciting? I met four new people already!"

"It is rather intimidating," answered Luigi, but he smiled kindly and then glanced at Marth and motioned to the lady. "This is my friend, Princess Peach. And what is your name?"

Marth was far too well mannered to answer a direct question like that in Japanese when he could understand it, and answered, "Marth."

"Are you royalty, too, Marth?" Asked Peach. Her voice was bubbly and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Obviously she was a people person.

"I am, Princess."

"That's so cool! I didn't know there was another royal person here! How cool is that? Do you know anyone here? I only know Mario, Luigi, and Wario. Supposedly my sister, Daisy, should be coming to visit some time and maybe try out if they want more smashers, but, yeah, I only know three. And you?"

Marth, frustratedly trying wrap his head around all that English with strange words like, 'Wario' mixed in, wished she wouldn't talk so fast. He understood the first question and answered, "Cool." Then paused to think back to the second question and answered, "I know Ike and Rashida."

"Never heard of them," said Peach. "I guess they're not in my class. Do you know of Mario or Wario? Is Luigi in your class?"

"Mario is in my class. I have met Luigi just now."

"That's cool," said Peach, suddenly seeming more guarded at the mention of Mario. "Bye, Luigi."

Marth was not really very interested in knowing why Peach seemed to have a problem with Mario, but Luigi was there and small talk was better and more polite than no talk at all. "Is something wrong between Mario and Princess Peach."

"Peach and Mario?" Asked Luigi, suddenly turning red. "I don't know. You'll have to ask them yourself." He grinned and moved off. Marth settled back to eat.

Marth wanted to stay inside during the break, but he doubted either Rashida or Ike would do so and promptly went outside. He instantly spotted Rashida, her light pink hair in a braid, her outfit black and red as usual. She was talking with a few other ladies, including Peach.

He calmly walked over to a tree and leaned against it, waiting for their conversation to end. Their voices floated over to him.

"What do you think, Zelda?" Came Peach's excited voice. "Any cute guys in your class?"

"Yes," responded a woman with brown hair and large blue eyes. She wore a purple and white dress with golden shoulder armor. "But I already have 'my man'. His name is Link."

"That's nice," said Rashida. "I'm determined to catch a guy while I'm here. It'll definitely be fun with so many to choose from. I knew two cute guys I've trained with since childhood, really. I haven't seen them yet."

Marth decided to make his move, and calmly walked past their circle, pretending to mind his own business and seek someone else.

Rashida gave a cry. "Marth!"

Marth turned, pretending surprise, and Rashida smashed into him and gave him a bear hug. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"Me too," answered Marth, politely, smiling. He stepped back. "Have you seen Ike, by any chance?"

Rashida suddenly realized the prince would prefer his native language to English and launched into Japanese. "No, I haven't seen him."

"I have," said a deep voice behind them.

Both whirled around to see a tall man with leather armor covering his upper body and shiny blue shoulder, wrist, and leg armor. His hair was purple and he had a band around his head, the straps snapping behind him in the wind.

"Ike!" Exclaimed Marth, stepping back.

Ike looked ever so different from when Marth had last seen him. He was taller by at least a foot and he was wider around the shoulders by about that much or more.

"You look different," said Rashida. "You must have worked out... A lot."

"Not really," answered Ike in his normally dead-even voice. "You guys are taller too." Then he gave a quick smirk.

Marth offered a sly smile, beginning to lighten up around someone who smiled less than he did. "Well your headband is the same. So we will still be able to recognize you. Oh, wait. That man over there, Snake, has a headband as well."

"Mine is better," answered Ike.

Snake, who had been leaning against a tree, arms folded, watching everyone out of steely eyes and looking absolutely freaky, suddenly straightened and walked over to them, pushing Ike's shoulder and spinning him to face him. "What'd you say, bro?"

Ike pushed him back. "What." Although the 'mega man' showed barely any inflection in his voice, Marth could tell he was enjoying this sudden conflict with an almost equally muscular man who might share some of Ike's manly interests.

"You said your head band was (snort) better than mine," growled Snake. He gave a mean chuckle and suddenly ripped off Ike's headband.

Although Ike wasn't quick enough to do the same to Snake he could grab him and spin him into a choke hold. And Snake could get out of it, but not without releasing the head band which Ike promptly snatched and retied around his head.

Snake raised an eyebrow and put out a hand. "Snake."

"Ike."

All were temporarily distracted by the hush that fell over the area as a tall orange robot entered.

"They said they were only doing human smashers," muttered Snake.

"That's a robot," remarked Ike, shortly.

"Wrong," answered Rashida, folding her arms. "It's a girl."

"A female robot?" Asked Marth, in Japanese.

"Her name is Samus," answered Rashida.

The robot stopped walking and to the amazement of all, grabbed her head and pulled it off. A much smaller head was revealed, with dark framed blue eyes and wispy blonde hair.

"That is a very realistic looking robot," commented Ike.

Rashida giggled. "You're funny, Ike. By the way, she hates boys as she mentioned when the teacher told us to say one thing we hated and one thing we liked. And by the way she acts, she's the feminist tomboy sort."

"Ah, yes. That sort," said Marth, indicating to Rashida that he couldn't understand what she had said, his English not that accomplished as of yet. If Rashida had been listening she would have translated. As it was, Marth would find out the hard way 'what sort' Samus was. So would most everyone else, for that matter.

Recess ended and classes began again. For the second half Marth was pleased to have Ike in his class for the remainder of the day and the two walked to the dorms together, shouldering their backpacks. Ike's looked hilariously small on his broad, muscled shoulders.

Link, sitting on a bench, drinking soda from a straw, called to them as they walked by. "Hey, Marth has a girly haircut and his friend has a purple hair. I think that's a little mixed up."

Ike, used to being teased about his hair, was in no mood to beat up the green elf and let Marth calmly retort, "And you wear a green night cap to school."

Link turned red and shot to his feet, trotting to catch up with the two. "Not funny. It's not a night cap."

"And neither is my haircut feminine," answered Marth, finally smiling.

Link realized Marth was being amiable and grinned back. "Who's your bodyguard?"

"Ike."

"Nice to meet you Ike. Although I can't say I look forward to brawling you," he added, eyeing Ike's intimidating figure.

Ike grunted and didn't respond.

"And what are your specialties, Marth?" Asked Link.

"I am fast and decent with a sword."

"That's an understatement," muttered Ike out of the side of his mouth.

Link grinned. "Well, I was actually saying this in regards to girls. I assume, like most of the others, you hope to find a girlfriend, fiancé, or wife while here."

Marth blinked and glanced up at Ike, who was staring straight ahead and avoiding eye contact.

"Ike may speak for himself," answered Marth, beginning to loosen up. "I wouldn't mind finding a spouse, but I think I'll wait for her to fall in my lap so I don't make a fool of myself pursuing other women."

"That's sweet thinking, but girls need to be pursued a little bit to know that you care and it's not like you want the kind of girl who's going to take your affairs into her own hands and buy herself a ring and propose to you."

Ike and Marth chuckled and Link grinned.

"I'm serious. But I already have a girlfriend. Zelda. She's that pretty lady with the crown."

"Is she royalty as well?" Asked Marth. He said 'as well' because he knew Peach was a princess too, but Link thought the bluenette was becoming interested in 'his girl'.

"Yes!" He said, suddenly edgy. "But we're like this," he added, crossing his fingers, "so don't get any ideas."

Marth raised a teasing eyebrow. "I don't need to go after a girl, Link. My good looks bring most ladies flocking."

Link turned desperately to Ike to see if Marth was joking, but the mercenary's impassive face didn't give a clue.

"Zelda is off limits, Prince," warned Link. He changed the subject. "Where are you sleeping?"

"The male dorms," answered Marth.

"Well, duh! I meant what room."

"I didn't go look yet," answered Marth.

"Oh."

They reached the dorms. Marth scanned the paper and wrinkled his forehead. The many words made him dizzy as he tried to pick out his name.

"Right here," said Ike, stabbing a finger onto the poster. "Marth, you're in room 5 with a young man named Pitt, and I am with... Snake." Ike actually smiled. "Finally. Luck is with me."

"The authorities just like you," answered Link, off handedly. "I'm with Captain Falcon. He's abut as muscular as Snake, but not as calm or as well put together. And almost as creepy as that spy."

"What spy?" Questioned Marth.

"Solid Snake," Link chuckled. "Better watch your stuff, Ike," he called as he sauntered off, pausing to wink at Peach and Zelda, who were studying the ladies' dorm assignment poster.

As soon as he was gone Zelda and Peach walked over to the two young men.

"Hi, Marth!" Said Peach. "Who's your friend?"

Marth was not about to give out Ike's name unless his friend didn't mind. "Ask him, Princess. He doesn't really bite... Hard."

Zelda gave a laugh and her eyes twinkled. "What's your name, sir?"

Ike, who had never been called 'sir' in his life, blinked and looked down at her, suddenly smiling a little. "Ike."

Then, after turning to nod at Peach, Ike walked off. Marth bowed to both, gave a small, aloof smile, and followed.

"See you in the morning, Ike."

"See ya."

There it is. The first day. Marth said that there was no reason for Link to think he would be a girl stealer and Ike rolled his eyes. I guess all you readers will just have to see.