衝突
Collision

Story by Ven Ceinza.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nintendo or any of their characters. (Which are awesome.)

In-story summary: Ike, the Hero of Tellius, has been cordially re-invited to the Smash Manor after his last tournament there. Pleased to be re-untied with his friends- Fox, Pit, and Link –Ike accepts the offer to return. During his previous stay, he met everyone there was to meet—or so he thought. This time, they are all there. The Smashers that were only invited to the first Melee were asked to come back to show the newbies how this game was played before the wussies took over.

Well hello there! Welcome to Collision- A Super Smash Brothers Collision story. I heard about SSBC from the Fantendo wiki under Super Smash Brothers. I don't know if it'll ever be real or not, but the cast of characters that will be in this story are based off of SSBC, which, if it comes out, will be epic. I hope you like this story. I need a break from writing mushy romance stuff and get into some more violent, friendship related stories. Pairings in this story will show up soon enough, but I'm not sure. I doubt more than one or two will be yaoi. I want to be daring and write something straighties about SSB. (Since MarthxIke, MarthxRoy, Ike/MarthxLink are excruciatingly popular, perhaps I'll throw one of those pairings in. But I'm a huge ZeldaxLink fangirl. It's how the story's meant to be! Didn't anyone play Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass, or Spirit Tracks? And think about it; Why the hell would Link always go after saving this helpless princess unless he really loved her?)

Let the reading commence!

Reviews would be appreciated...

ブレーク
(Break)

The blue-haired mercenary stood in front of the palatial manor just like he had a bit over a year ago, as that was how long it had been since the last Smash Tournament. Before he rested his hand on the identification censor, he wondered if he really had been invited back. After his little tiff with Pit and some bombs, he thought they would never let him back.

I swear, he thought, if I'm getting Punk'd, someone is going to die.

He groaned and rested his hand on the censor. As the weird cold censor identified him as Lord Ike- much to his displeasure –the large set of white double doors opened slowly, leaving Ike to get more and more anxious with each passing second.

When the door finally opened all the way, Ike walked in casually, not pretending he owned the place or anything, but he was comfortable. His eyes grazed over the ceilings that were four times higher than he was, the pearly white walls that contrasted black tile flooring, and a gray-brick fireplace surrounded by gray couches. The atmosphere was so familiar to him, that he got a little too comfortable.

He was walking up to the roster and room assignments when he felt an entire body jump onto his back. He screamed, took their hands off his shoulders, and threw them over his head, onto the ground in front of him.

"Nice to see you too," a brunette angel muttered, wrenching his wrists from Ike's grip.

Ike blinked, breaking into a childish smile. He held out his hand for his old friend to take. "Sorry, Pit," he apologized. Pit took his hand and pulled himself onto his feet. He appeared to have gotten taller over the past year—his eyes were at Ike's shoulder level. "Did you grow?"

Pit removed his hand from Ike's grip gently and grinned. "About half a foot," he said.

"Holy hell, where have I been," Ike whistled at the growth spurt. Then he remembered, Oh yeah—desert. He then nodded toward the roster and room assignments, asking Pit to look with him. Pit nodded agreeably and followed.

The room assignments were set up differently from last year. There were different colors and symbols and names he did not recognize. "What the hell is a Jigglypuff?" Ike asked his friend.

Pit laughed, patting Ike's shoulder. "Insolent boy, you will see soon enough."

"Right," Ike nodded awkwardly. "Can you tell me what all these colors n' stuff mean? I'm completely lost right now."

Pit stood next to the large poster-sized list. He pointed to each column as he explained its significance. "This first column has Affinities in it. There are nine: earth, wind, water, fire, heaven, light, dark, alter, and Pokemon."

"Pokemon are affinities now? I thought they were just other creatures," Ike snorted. "Master Hand is something else."

"Well, he set it up so that everyone is around people that have similar strengths and weaknesses."

"Why would he do that? That's the opposite of what you want," Ike's eyebrows raised up confusedly.

"I believe what he wanted was for everyone to be staying with people they can get along with. Similar affinities do tend to lead to similar personalities," Pit explained dazedly, like his thoughts were continuing and he just did not feel like finishing saying them. "Anyway," he restarted. "Second column is which affinity is recommended for you to practice Smashing with. Third column is where your quarters are located. Fourth column are the Smashers of that affinity." Pit finished with an epic breath. "Make sense?" he checked up on his cutely clueless friend.

Pit thought everything was either cute, adorable, both, or neither. During the last tournament his fighting looked a bit more like dancing. He was strong, but so kid-like that all his fights turned out looking just like dancing. Ike now noticed that Pit was starting to be more like a man than a boy. This growth spurt plus speaking more maturely made him think that maybe Pit was actually starting to age.

They were supposedly about the same age, Ike a year or so older, but before now no one would have been able to tell. Pit's face had lost its baby fat and had replaced it with an older look.

Ike stared at Pit blankly for a few more seconds.

"Ike?" Pit waved his hand in front of Ike's face.

No response.

"Ike!" a voice boomed from seemingly nowhere.

Ike snapped back into focus. His eyes went wide. He knew that voice. He knew that voice well. He was genuinely afraid of the owner of that voice. That voice belonged to the most independent, strong, violent, and scary-to-fight woman in the universe or any other. He turned around to see Samus approaching him in her Zero Suit.

"Samus," he said, hanging his head and shaking it, a little embarrassed. He never talked to her much, but when they did, it was always something interesting that was noteworthy.

"Long time no see, hero," she mocked his title openly, smirking as she stopped a couple feet away from him. "How were your travels?"

Ike shrugged modestly, looking up at her. "It was nothing too fascinating. I found it a bit dull, really. How was Metroid?"

"Wonderful," she said with a wink. "Things are getting more and more exciting. Also," she tilted her head as she spoke. "I was somehow voted as one of the top ten sexiest heroines in my universe."

Ike ogled her up and down, briefly so he did not earn himself a smack across the face when he paused at her chest. He had to admit, that Zero Suit looked fantastic on her. "Can't blame them," he admitted.

Samus glowered when she caught him staring and swiftly sucker-punched him to the stomach. Ike doubled over in pain. So beautiful, he thought, yet so, so cruel. She ruffled the hair on the top of his head. "Beauty is pain, my friend," she advised.

Pit grinned. "You're so nice to give Ike such a warm welcome," he said.

"Anytime!" she said, beaming. "So my Lord Ike, what affinity has Master Hand classed you as?" she asked, pulling on him to force him to standing straight up.

He groaned in pain. Samus rolled her eyes and pushed past him to look at the assignments. "Let's see…" she drawled. She glanced over her shoulder and tried to figure it out by sight. She had been practicing predicting someone's affinity based on their appearance. So far, she had yet to be wrong. "I'm pretty sure you're not a Pokemon," she observed. "You definitely aren't darkness or heaven, or water." She turned her back to Ike again and looked at the list of affinities, not who was what. "I'm going to say you're earth," she concluded, taking a couple steps back from the poster.

Ike quietly scanned over the list. Column One: earth. Column Two: fire. Column Three: earth-wind hall. Column Four: Link, Snake, Ike. He turned around and looked at Samus, with her long blonde hair pulled back and her eyes smiling more than her lips.

"Lucky guess," he said, keeping himself from laughing.

Samus gaped. Pit raised an eyebrow and watched as Samus put Ike in a swift, tight headlock. "You wanna take that back before I break your neck, boy?"

Pit laughed. Ike started laughing, but then it turned into choking on the breath he could not catch. He shook his head, allowing Samus to tighten the hold. Like he minded at all? Samus was a total babe. She had an amazing body, was nothing short of brilliant, and one of the fiercest competitors ever to step in the Smash Manor. Everyone knew it, even Ike.

"Samus!" a vocal sound that was undoubtedly Peach yelled from the other side of the room. She crossed it immediately. "Release Sir Ike from the headlock this instant!"

Samus groaned. Great; play times over. She let Ike go. He stood up straight and rubbed his neck. Ouch, he thought awkwardly. That kind of hurt.

Peach strutted over on her high-horse, acting superior to everyone with her pacifistic ways. "We cannot be bad influences on the rookies," she stated. Who was she fooling?

"Not yet, anyway," Princess Zelda said as she entered the large main room. She walked over to Ike, Samus, Peach, and Pit.

The only way Ike ever thought to describe Zelda was like a female version of Link. She was strong, quick, great in a fight, and generally rather quiet. Last time Ike was at the Manor, whenever he was feeling lucky, he would go play cards with her. She was one of the best poker players he ever met.

Ike respectfully bowed his head to the Hylian princess. She patted his head. "Rise, Ike. You owe me no formalities." This was possibly her way of saying, oh; you're a Lord, too. You don't have to bow to me. It makes me feel weird.

It did make her feel weird, but being bowed to by a hero of an alternate universe also made her feel far more royal. She giggled as Ike straightened. "You look lovely as ever, Princess," he said.

Zelda giggled some more. Peach struck a conversation with Pit and Samus, leaving the two to talk. "Flattery will only get you so far, Ike."

He thought about that for a second then decided to never compliment anyone else ever again. As if he wanted to be any more lordly than people were already making him out to be? No thank you.

"I must ask," she began, taking a few steps closer to the man that was still a mercenary in his own eyes, no matter what anyone else saw. What Zelda saw was someone with power, physical and political. "Your explorations in the desert went well last year, yes?"

Ike nodded, smiling. "They were a little boring, but at the same time it was great to get away from everything."

"And your status, within that country… What is it called? I believe you called it Crimea?" Zelda carefully asked about his rank, trying not to be forward. Ike nodded. "Do you still keep in touch with that queen you mentioned?"

Ike nodded again. "She's a close friend of mine. I don't know why I wouldn't…"

"Well, keep me updated on your political affairs. You know if you ever need someone with influence, I still owe you," she said. She smiled softly.

"Owe me? For what?" he asked, oblivious to events that happened last year.

She patted his head as if he were a little boy. He pouted and grumbled. "Sometimes you are so silly, Ike." Those were the last words she said before a voice that Ike faintly remembered came over the intercom.

All Smashers report to the stadium immediately. It was repeated once then the intercom shut off.

"Hmm…" Pit looked up, like the person talking had been standing above him. He cut through Peach and Samus and grabbed Ike's shoulder. Samus followed him. The two princesses raised their eyebrows as Pit dragged a startled Ike away with Samus' help. "We'll catch up with you guys at the stadium. Ike needs to be escorted there like the Lord he is."

Samus wrapped her arm around Ike's shoulder so he could not stop walking when he tried. He was busy being freaked out by the fact they were dragging him away. "No! Let me go! I can walk! I'm not five!" Ike unsuccessfully screamed for help.

Samus growled angrily and punched him square in the stomach again. He yelped, doubling over once more. Samus picked him up bridal-style, which was weird since she was the girl. He groaned as Samus carried him away. Pit grinned. Samus grinned back. The two of them got their pain-filled friend to the stadium… Eventually.