Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing...
These characters in the beginning are not OCs. All will make sense eventually.
"You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game..."
~Eminem feat. Rihanna, "Love The Way You Lie"
Legend, Track 1: Love The Way You Lie
It was a normal Thursday evening for my friends and me. It was kind of light out, since it was still summer. We'd just gotten out of band (summer band, best summer activity EVER) and since it would be a little while until we all got picked up, we decided to kick a soccer ball around the school courtyard. We had to be kind of careful, because there were windows all over the place, but we were having fun. I scored a goal on Link Heroe, best goalie on our old school's soccer team; Z Harkinian, Link's girlfriend, cheered us on from the bench, while my best friend Pit Angelo commentated; "YES, PEOPLE, SAM KARAKURI HAS SCORED AGAIN!" Pit yelled; we were all laughing and having fun until the soccer ball flew past Link and hit a man in the shadows.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, sir!" I said.
"Well, this isn't the greeting I expected," he replied. It sounded vaguely threatening, and since the voice was coming from the shadows, we figured it couldn't mean anything good. So we went on full alert. Pit, Zelda, and Link moved up behind me into a maneuver we call the "Triforce". I'm not sure how we got the name (I think Link randomly threw it out while we were playing soccer one day) but it's when three of us make a triangle, and then the fourth one slips into the middle. It makes us look more threatening, I think.
"Well, well," the guy muttered. "Looks like I found four of them. And in one catch, too."
"This is starting to sound like the starting scene of a weird sci-fi movie," Pit whispered from my right.
The man stepped out of the shadows, and all four of us gasped. His hair was a striking shade of blue.
"Master Hand, I've found four in one sweep," Bluey said into a cellphone. He snapped it shut. "Hi there, kids."
"Um, if you're going to offer us candy and make us get in a car with you... we're not going," Link said from my left.
"I'm warning you, Sam knows karate," Pit threatened from my right.
"Sam, eh? May I ask the rest of your names?" Bluey asked.
Ever the polite one, Z answered. "That's Sam in the front, Link is the blond, Pit's the brunette, and I'm Z."
"Interesting... they have the same names..." Bluey said to himself.
"Will you quit talking to yourself? We're right here," Pit said irritably.
"My apologies," Bluey said smoothly. "You see, I'm here to tell you kids something."
"We're fourteen, we can't buy what you're selling," Link retorted.
"You read into things too much, as always, Link," Bluey replied.
"How would you know something like that?" Link asked suspiciously.
"What if I were to tell the four of you that you have the spirits of four great warriors sealed inside you?" Bluey asked, drawing it out a bit as if to make it slightly more dramatic.
"...We'd think you were on drugs," I deadpanned.
He blinked a couple of times, as if confused. "Well, it's the truth. You" — he pointed at me — "have the spirit of the legendary bounty hunter, Samus Aran sealed inside you... You" — he pointed at Pit — "have the spirit of the brave angel captain, Pit sealed inside... You have the spirit of Link, the Hero of Hyrule" — here he pointed at Link — "and you have the spirit of Zelda, the princess of Hyrule, sealed inside of you." He indicated Z. "All of you were part of a great tournament known as Super Smash Bros."
"I love the way you lie, man," Link said sarcastically. "I've got a Hero sealed inside me. Yay."
"Uh-huh. Prove it." Pit crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Bluey. "If you have no proof, we'll assume you're on drugs and leave. Speaking of which, Sam, where's your mom—"
In the blink of an eye, Bluey had leaped straight at Pit, pinned him down, and brushed his hair off the back of his neck. "See? A tattoo. Proof right there." He pointed to a small black tattoo of a bow and arrow. "Believe me yet?"
"I can't see whatever the heck you're talking about because you're on top of me! Sam, get him!" Pit yelled.
Good friend that I am, I jumped the random twenty-ish dude and tackled him off Pit and to the ground. "Is that all?" I asked, my tone deadly. "Because if it is, I would suggest that you leave. Now. Before I punch the crap out of you."
"Samantha? Patrick? Zelda? Lincoln?" My mother's voice echoed through the hall. "Where are you guys?"
"I see you have to go right now. No matter, I'll come back later," Bluey stood up and brushed me off like I was light as a feather. "See you." He waved and disappeared into the shadows.
"I really hate how your mother always uses our full names," Link muttered as he picked up the soccer ball. He seemed relatively unaffected by what had just happened, as if random stuff like that happened to him every day.
"How the heck did we get our nicknames anyway? I mean, they seem to be almost exactly like the names that weirdo said," Pit noted, rubbing the back of his neck. The four of us started our walk toward the parking lot.
"Well, no four-year-old can say 'Samantha', so she became Sam," Z began. "You got your nickname from that old lady who used to work at our school, she had a funny accent and called you Pitrick. We just started to call you 'Pit' for short, remember? 'Lincoln' is a weird name—"
"I still wonder why my parents cursed me with a name like that," Link muttered. "I asked them and they said that they thought 'Lincoln' was a beautiful name. Oh yeah. Suuure."
"—so we changed it to Link, 'cause that's shorter. And Z is my first initial!" Z did a happy twirl and we continued.
"Thanks for refreshing my memory, Z. I still don't get what's up with that guy..." Pit trailed off.
"There you are!" My mother spotted us. "Come on, let's go home. Your parents have left about five messages on my phone already," she informed us. "Were you four playing soccer again?"
"Yes, Mom," I sighed.
"Well, come on. We've got to get going." We finished our walk to the car in silence. My dad waved from the driver seat. "Hey, kids! How was band?"
"We have a parade again this weekend," Z informed my parents. "Could you pretty please drive us, Mr. Karakuri?"
"Sure, Z. And I told you, you don't have to call me Mr. Karakuri. That makes me feel old," my dad smiled. "Just call me Rod."
Z nodded, but politeness had been bred into her from the start. Literally. The girl's first words were "Thank you." She'd never get around to calling my dad Rod.
We all made small talk about the marching order for Saturday's parade until our old minivan pulled onto our street. Z was the first to get out of the car.
"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Karakuri!" She picked up her flute and various paraphernalia and got out of the car. Link was next— he simply waved, said "Thank you", and hauled his drum out of the trunk. Pit was the last one out of the car— he thanked my dad and took his saxophone out of the trunk.
"Anything interesting happen at band today, Sammy?" my dad asked, as we pulled into our garage. I picked up my flute and music stuff and got out of the car.
"Not really, Dad. Mr. Forte yelled at the trumpets again, they were all being noisy." I left out the whole part about Bluey, knowing that my parents were only going to get worried and fuss. And I don't know about you, but I hate it when parents do that. Sure it means they love you, but it gets a bit annoying...
Anyway. So nothing else important happened that night. I went on the computer for a bit, then I went to sleep, then I woke up the next morning and had breakfast. (It was rice and Spam, in case you're wondering. YEAH, you can eat rice for breakfast. Do not question me. Rice is pwnsome and can be eaten anytime.)
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After breakfast, I caught a bus to the mall and met up with Pit, Zelda, and Link. As we walked through the mall, Zelda looked like she wanted to say something, but patiently sat through Pit's and my discussion of which restaurant we should eat at for lunch. (Link interjected "You guys just ate breakfast and you're ready for lunch already?") When our discussion ended, we headed into a video game store to stare at the displays for a while, then we went into an ice-cream shop and ordered our favorite flavors. We sat down at one of the booths lining the edge of the shop, and Zelda finally spoke up.
"I went on the Internet last night and researched those people that that guy was talking about," she started. "Look at this." She pulled some papers in a folder out of her bag. "This is 'Link Kaitengiri', apparently. See how he looks like Link?" Zelda had done her research well— she'd even gone to the trouble of finding photos of us to compare with the photos of them. The pictures were laid out neatly side by side. The scary thing was that Link actually did look like that Kaitengiri guy. "This is 'Princess Zelda Densetsu', the one that I'm supposed to be."
"Holy freaking crap, that's scary," Link whispered, looking at the pictures. "Z, she looks exactly like you. And that 'Link' guy looks like he could be my twin."
"That's not even the half of it. My real name is Zelda," Z said. "But I never really did like the name, so I shortened it to Z as soon as I could talk. Here's 'Pit Tenshi'..."
"Hey, my guy has wings! And..." Pit frowned at the pictures, and I knew he was comparing them. "Same eyes, same hair, same face... the only difference is that I don't have wings!"
"And here's that 'Samus Aran' that Bluey was talking about. Look, she looks almost exactly like you, Sam," Zelda showed me a picture of a scowling blond girl with my current hairstyle, a ponytail with two strands of hair framing the face. "And remember when you were little and had that short haircut?"
"We were eight, Z. That was only six years ago," I pointed out.
"Whatever. But look." She pulled out one last sheet of paper. "See? Her haircut is exactly like yours was." And it was. The two faces were virtually identical, the same narrow blue eyes, the same blond hair, even...
"She even has the mark," I muttered to myself.
"What?" Pit asked.
"See, on that picture. You can see this little mark on my face right here—" I indicated my chin. "—and she has one in the exact same place. This is really freaky..."
"So maybe we should try to find Bluey again," Z continued. "Maybe we'll find something out that we didn't know. And if it's all a hoax," she shrugged, "at least something entertaining will have happened this summer."
"We should do that... but there's something I want to do first," Pit spoke up.
"What's that, Pit?"
"Finish this ice cream." Pit popped the rest of his cone in his mouth. "Mmkay, let'sh go," he said with his mouth full.
We walked through the mall for a few more minutes, then reached the doors. It was a beautiful Friday morning, and Z skipped ahead of us down the street.
"I swear, she gets high on sunlight," Link commented, watching his girlfriend skip.
"Well, it's summer. This is the only time of year we ever get sunlight. Let her get high," I replied, finishing off my ice-cream cone.
"You're right. Dairanto City's got to be the rainiest city in the world," Pit complained.
We arrived at the park, and I launched myself into a handspring on the grass. "Looks like Z's not the only one who gets high off the sunlight," Link commented as I landed.
"Ah, shut up. Hey... is that Bluey over there?"
"Well, hello again, kids."
"And if that didn't make you sound like a pedophile, I don't know what would," Pit replied.
Bluey blinked a couple of times but chose to ignore Pit. "Have you thought about what I said last night?"
"Yeah. But why would we have their spirits sealed inside us?" Z asked.
"Well, you see, fourteen years ago—"
"The Kyuubi attacked Konohagakure and the Fourth Hokage sealed it inside the body of his son?" I interrupted.
"That was sixteen," Pit poked me in the side.
Bluey looked at the two of us as if we were insane. "No... Fourteen years ago, there was a great tournament known as Super Smash Bros. Many warriors came from many different worlds to test their strength and battle against each other. At the end of that tournament, an evil being known as Tabuu attacked, and the warriors teamed up to defeat it. He was sealed into another world, and all of the warriors thought he was gone. Shortly afterward, my boss, Master Hand, heard of a prophecy that Tabuu would arise again in fourteen years. The prophecy said that if the warriors stayed in their original forms, then Tabuu would find and kill them all, and that their only hope was to seal the warriors' souls to be reawakened when the evil returned.. So my boss and his brother sealed all thirty-nine of the warriors into... children. Most of them were babies, but there were a few who were around two or three."
"Isn't that child abuse?" Link spoke for the first time since we'd seen Bluey.
"No, not really. It didn't have any strange effects on the children, except that they gained a striking resemblance to the Smasher whose soul was sealed inside of them."
"So we have these guys sealed inside of us," Pit said, tapping Z's papers with his pointer finger. "This is... weird."
"Master Hand has been keeping an eye on you since your Sealing," Bluey explained. "You, Pit. You can jump really high and for long distances, huh?"
"He rocks at hurdles when we do track in PE," Z offered up.
"That's because your SS—"
"What's an SS?" I interrupted again.
"Smasher Spirit. Your Smasher Spirit has wings, Pit. He is an angel. Once your SS is fully awakened, you will gain all his or her abilities, so Pit gets the ability to fly. Samus's SS is incredibly athletic and had great skill with weapons. Link and Zelda's Smasher Spirits were Hylians who were capable of performing magic, but were also very skilled with swords."
"So, if we know about them, shouldn't they be awakened, then?" Link asked.
"Once someone reveals it to you, you are awakened slowly. You slowly gain the powers your SS has. But first, you have to believe in the whole thing."
"And why are you telling us first?" Z asked. "According to my research, the only two of us who were in the Top Eight were Link and Sam. You should have told the top eight first, so why tell Pit and me?"
"Easy. All four of you, you're going to Dairanto High this September, aren't you?"
"Yeah, we're going to be freshmen. Why?"
"Because I need you to awaken the others. I cannot do it— it looks suspicious to have a 20-year-old hanging around a bunch of minors. But you, who they have known since the beginning, will be able to convince them faster."
"What if we still don't believe you?" Pit asked. Out of the four of us, he looked to be the one who believed in it the least.
"There are tattoos on the backs of the Sealed ones' necks. I attempted to show you that last night, as you remember."
"Yeah, well, you kind of tackled me—" Pit started.
"And then your girlfriend tackled me," Bluey said.
"WHAT?" Pit and I burst out in unison. His face turned bright red, while my eye twitched. "He's not my boyfriend!" I yelled at the same time that Pit yelled "She's not my girlfriend!" People passing through looked startled for a bit, then resumed whatever it was they were doing.
"...Right. The point is, tonight when you go home, check the back of your neck and see if there's a tattoo. If there is, then you have proof. If there isn't, then go on with your summer and forget I ever existed. But if there is, then you'll know that it's the truth. Then maybe you can help me."
Z looked at us and asked, "So what do you think?"
"...Sure, I'm in," Link said.
"I'm game," I shrugged. We all looked at Pit.
"Fine. I'm in."
"Good. If you find the tattoos, then meet me at this park bench at 10:00 Monday morning. This talk is done." Bluey stood up abruptly and started to walk away.
Link voiced what all of us were thinking once Bluey was out of earshot.
"What did we just get ourselves into?"
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EDIT: According to Foxpilot, this idea has been done before... Sorry to whoever posted up something like this, but I swear I didn't read your fic...
(Crap, I thought that I came up with something original here!)
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