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I'M BACK! *Arms Rocket Launcher* WITH A VENGANCE... at no one in particular. *throws Rocket Launcher away, randomly hitting a poor OC in the head* Now, behold as... I make my first ever serious fic? WTFOMGBBQ!

Yes, a new chaptered fic. Not my usual style of writing (without humor, oh no!), but hey, why not?

Chapter 1: The Inevitable Wedding

Our story starts 2 years after Tabuu's defeat. The Smashers defeated the threat, and now live peacefully in the Smash Mansion. Much has changed since Subspace, yet the biggest change, was that one person was missing. He has been missing for a year. Well, not missing, but banned from the mansion.

In Smashville, there were rumors going on about a mysterious cloaked man who never seems to be happy. He however gives advice to those who need it when he notices them. Many speculations have been made up. Some people say he was a refugee during the War on Subspace. Others say he lost his lover in a tragic accident. Whatever the reason was, no one really knows.

On a rather large house on top of a lone hill in Smashville, a man walked out. His ruffled, dirty blond hair got half-caught in the middle of his eyesight. The young adult had an eeirly familiar look to one of the smashers. Strangely, he was wearing a large fedora, covering up most of his head.

"Mornin' Luke!" A teenager called, throwing a newspaper towards the man. Luke caught the newspaper, and waved back.

"Thank you Zack." Luke said. He sighed. It's been such a long time since I was as cheerful as Zack.

He looked at the newspaper's main article: Is the Cloaked Mystery Man Real?

Luke let a small smile creep onto his face. He read the article. While he read, he noticed obvious spelling errors. "They really have to get a new editor." Luke admitted.

Many rumors have spread all over the nation about the Mysterious "Cloaked Adviser." People have been met at random times of the day by this mystrious "Cloacked Adviser." While people claim he was advisor, wanting to help people with their needs and such, others claim that he is nothing but a scandelous vagabond.

"Speculation grows about [this] mysterious person. He seems to be good at heart, but is just communicating to us the wrong way." Renowned Singer, K.K. Slider says.

Much debate surrounds this man- continued on page 22.

Luke decided to stop there. He flipped to the next page. Suddenly, his pleasant mood suddenly turned into a sour, spiteful one. Anger was evident on his face, as he took the newspaper and threw it against the ground. He proceeded to walk back into his house.

As soon as he slammed the door, he fell to the ground, on his knees. He looked up to see a few old trinkets.

Oh Link... What the hell did you do to deserve this? "Luke" thought.

This man was actually Link, the only Smasher to become banned from the Smash Mansion. He had no where to go, so he changed his name, and moved to Smashville. Why he became banned is known to only him and Master Hand.

He got back up onto his feet. He walked towards an old picture, no bigger than a piece of folded paper. It was a picture of Zelda. The picture used to give Link so many pleasant memories of when things were normal.

"I knew I would lose her... just not like this." Link sighed. Morale drained, he sat down on his couch and attempted to recollect his thoughts.

He looked outside, at his former home, the Smash Mansion, then at his old Master Sword, hanging on the wall. "Might as well send the last memories back."

What made Link become so angry? The newspaper article read: Ike and Zelda's Wedding, In Only 10 Days

In the Smash Mansion

Zelda hummed a quiet tune as she walked down one of the hallways of the Mansion. Everything was going so well. She enjoyed showing off her new engagement ring. The wedding was the prime of all events, the wonderful man she was going to marry was happy, she was happy. Who wasn't enjoying themselves on this wondrous occasion?

"Zelda! Wait up!" Peach called, running towards her. "What kind of bouquet do you want?"

Zelda rolled her eyes. "Oh it doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter?" Peach questioned, as if her friend had gone insane. "Don't you realize that this wedding has to be perfect? If you can't be decisive, then the wedding won't go well, then you'll be brokenhearted forever, then you'll grow to be an old cranky witch!"

"You take weddings way to seriously. I'll take the rose bouquet than."

"Excellent choice." Peach complimented, taking out a thick notebook, and writing in it.

Zelda was stunned at the fact that Peach would be using a 2 inch-thick notebook to keep all the wedding information. "Is all the wedding information in there?" Zelda asked, dumbfounded.

Peach blushed a bit, as if embarressed. "They didn't have 4 inch notebooks. It's not my fault it's so small. I have to write everything a lot smaller to fit all the information in this tiny book."

Zelda simply stared at book. "Well, I'll leave you to your business." She was about to walk away, before Peach grabbed her arm.

"Wait! I have a problem, if you don't mind helping me." Peach said.

"Okay. What do you need?" Zelda asked.

Peach looked around, as if to see if anyone was looking. She whispered "It's about Mario."

"He still won't propose?"

"Yeah! I'm starting to think he's not the marrying type." Peach said, worried. "He's in his mid-twenties, most men get married at that age."

"Trust me, Peach. Mario is far from a 'player,' or whatever you call it." Zelda comforted.

"Yeah... But what if he's just too shy to propose?" Peach asked. Many questions filled her mind.

Zelda thought about it. "He might be. I've seen how he blushes when you give him a kiss on the cheek. If that is the case then why don't you propose to him?"

Peach was appalled by Zelda's question. "A woman? Propose? Everyone knows that the man always proposes to the woman. That happened with you, Marth, and even Olimar!"

"Well, it's either that or you just wait until you grow to become a 'old cranky witch.'" Zelda said mockingly.

Peach sighed. "It'll happen eventually. Thanks. I need to find Sonic so he can get the bouquet."

"Good luck with that." Zelda said polietly. The two princess parted ways. Zelda couldn't help but think that there was someone she had forgotten... what was his name... Luke... Liam... Whoever it was, he wasn't important, right?

9:50 P.M.

Link laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He turned to look at where the Master Sword and Zelda's picture once laid. "She's completely out of my life... now what...?" Link thought.

There was no other use for him. Just live a lonely life in a nice house, with nothing to do but remenince about the past. Link let a single tear flow down his cheek. Then another. Then yet another tear. This continued until he just took his pillow, put it over his head, and just flat-out cried.

Never again. Link promised to himself. I'll never love again.

Same time, Smash Mansion

Zelda was laying in her bed. It was only a few more days until the man of her dreams would be her's. She couldn't help but think that something was out of place, however.

While she was sitting quietly, she heard some knocking on her door. She got up, and opened the door. Sonic was behind it, with a package that was well about the size of him. "Mail delivery."

"Isn't it a bit late?" Zelda questioned the hedgehog.

"Long story." Sonic placed the package on the floor. "This ain't yours." He ran away, and came back in a second, with a package about a quarter of the size of the old one. "This is for you."

Zelda wondered who would need to send her a package this big. "What's in it?"

Sonic shrugged. "Heck if I know. I don't go snoopin' into peoples' mail like Falcon. Well, I gotta get this to Falco. See ya later." Sonic ran off with the larger package.

Zelda brought the package to her bed and pulled out a Sheikiah Knife. She opened up the box, and setting the dagger aside, she pulled out a heavy and familiar sword. "Isn't this the Master Sword from... Link!" Zelda finally remembered his name. "Link was the one who owned this sword!"

She looked inside the box, to see if there was anything else. Indeed there was. There was a note in there. She grabbed her dagger and opened it. She read the eeirily familiar handwriting.

Dear Zelda

It's me, Link. It's been a long while since I ever wrote or talked to you. I probably never will again. We grew apart further and further, and now, you've completely pushed me out of your life. You never write or talk, I wasn't even sure if you were still alive.

I will probably never be able to see you again. While you'll be living the life you always wanted, I'll be lying on my bed thinking 'Damn... where'd I go wrong?' I'm really sorry for when I hurt you during the concert, but it hurt too much to see you be taken away from me.

You see that picture in the box?

Zelda looked in once more, and noticed a picture of herself. She continued reading.

I've kept that picture for as long as I remember. It was a permanent reminder of how beautiful you are, but now it was a permanent reminder of how I will never have you. You have my blessings. You'll never see me again.

Goodbye, my love.

-Link

Zelda just stared at the letter, reading it over, to see if she was halucinating. Nope. It was real alright. She sighed. "How did I forget the guy that saved me?"

Guilt and sadness overcame the princess. She pushed the box onto the floor, put the dagger on her dresser, and leaned the sword against the wall. She put her picture next to her dagger, and placed the note inside her dresser. Last thing she needs is Peach finding out.

"What am I going to do?" Zelda attempted to relax herself. She fell down onto her bed. "I have to find him... at least to see him." Zelda fell into a restless sleep.

"I'm sorry Link... I really am..."

Well... that turned out to be a little... whats the word? Ah well. At least I finally updated. Hopefully you guys won't think I'm dead now.

Okay, since I'm sure that most of you won't bother looking at my profile, I'm going to tell you the Status of my current stories.

Ed or Dare- Discontinued.

When Double D loses his hat- Haitus

Not-so-epic-Crackfic-adventures- Active

The Four Swordsmen- Haitus

This Fiction- Active

Okay, so you get the picture. Criticism would be appreciated.

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