A/N: Hi guys! My username is False Sky, but you can just call me False for short. I've been lurking around this site for a few weeks now, and I decided I wanted to try my hand at writing a fanfic for Brawl, since it's so open for interpretation, and, well, is one of my favourite games. This'll be a pretty relaxed story, closer to a series of one-shots (although I'll probably stick in a couple arcs eventually). Please go easy on me, since this is my first fic. Thanks for reading, and enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. Bleh, wish I did.

It was a fresh, crisp spring day at the Smash Mansion. The air outside was a little bit chilly, but the sky had been clear of clouds for a little while now, and the sun was shining warmly down on the Mansion. Most of the Smashers were still spending their time inside, but some of the younger smashers had gone outside to play about an hour ago.

Things were a little different now. Zelda looked up from the book she'd been reading as she heard a loud thwack come from outside, followed shortly by a solid thunk. Link had left her room about ten minutes ago, after which she had opened her window to let some fresh air in. Another thwack came, alongside another thunk, and she got up and walked to the window and stuck her head out. She watched for a little bit, and then giggled suddenly as she realized what they were doing. She closed her window firmly and went back to her chair, picking up her book again. She wasn't really reading anymore though, just listening to the now faint sounds coming from outside, and waiting.

"Darn it, that was close," said Link, shading his eyes with his hand as he looked towards the Mansion, as a ball bounced off the wall with a thunk sound. "Just a little to the left…"

"I think I've got it now," said Pit from where he was crouching behind the Mirror Shield, grinning mischievously. "Let's try it again."

Link's head turned back and forth as he looked at everybody there, trying to estimate some curves. His eyes traveled from where Toon Link, scratching his ear while waiting, to Ness, already holding a baseball bat in a ready position, and Lucas behind him, smiling shyly as he held up a gloved hand, to Pit, who was crouching on the ground, wings and body folded behind a slightly tilted Mirror Shield. He then looked back to one particular window of the Mansion. "Looking good," he said. He was in the midst of turning when he suddenly remembered what was in his pocket, and he spun on his heel and ran up to Toon Link. "Here, use this," he said, pressing a white ball into his hand. He ran off a couple meters, out of their line of fire, before turning back and yelling, "Let's do it!"

The other Smashers all grinned at him, then Toon Link wound up his arm and threw the ball as hard as he could straight at Ness. Ness brought around his bat just in time, hitting the ball with a loud thwack, making it go even faster and aiming it perfectly at Pit. Pit peered at it from around the edge of the shield the whole time and made a slight adjustment before it hit his shield and bounced off, even faster than before. The ball flew high into the air, past the huge vegetable garden, the flower garden, the fountain, and the patio, before it curved down, perfectly, into a window.

"Yes!" Link shouted. He started pumping his fist into the air at the same time that wafts of multi-coloured smoke began to come out of the window. A very loud "WHAT THE-" came from the room, followed by the sound of a slamming door as Link began to laugh out loud.

"You gave Toon Link a Smoke Bomb?" Pit yelled at Link, eyes half-filled with horror, half-filled with glee, but before Link could answer, the back door slammed open, and a disheveled, half-dressed, and extremely angry looking Marth came sprinting out, one side of his body covered in shades of white, red, and blue.

Toon Link had been looking at his hands almost guiltily, but had jumped with a squeak when the door slammed open, and started looking around frantically for a place to hide as Marth's eyes zeroed in on them. The prince of Altea began sprinting straight at them with a growl audible even from where they were. Several windows had opened as a few smashers peeked curiously out, Zelda, holding a mouth to her hand, among them.

Ness and Lucas had already jumped into a tree and were watching the drama unfold from a safe height, and the corners of Pit's mouth quirked upwards until, finally, he began laughing at the sight of Marth, who was by now halfway there (he wasn't one of the fastest characters in the game for nothing, and besides, he had vaulted over the patio fence; in his pyjamas, no less).

By this point, Link was already in hysterics, holding his sides as he was bent over, tears streaming from his eyes, so even though he tried to turn and run, he didn't stand a chance. A leaping Marth tackled him before he had taken three steps.

"You little-" Marth started to say as he began wrestling Link to the ground, the two dissolving into a tangle of limbs. Pit was still laughing from the sidelines, joined quickly by Toon Link, at least until the latter blinked and gulped as he remembered that he was probably going to be next, and ran off to hide. After a brief scuffle, Marth finally ended up on top, pinning Link to the ground, cheek smushed against the dirt. "You-" Marth panted. "You put them up to this, didn't you, you little-" The rest of his sentence was cut off by a yelp as Link flipped Marth over onto his side. They both scrambled to their feet, Link wary, Marth glowering and about to throw himself at Link again until Pit intervened, grabbing Marth by the shirt.

"Hey, hey, calm down guys," Pit said, a smile battling with a frown on his lips. "It was my partially my idea, so don't kill him or anything."

Marth grabbed Pit's wrist, as if to push him off, but his eyes remained focused on Link. "You're next, then," he snarled at Pit without looking. Then: "You!" he growled. "You scumbag! What kind of hero hits a sleeping person with a SMOKE BOMB?!"

"What kind of prince sleeps in the middle of the afternoon?" retorted Link.

"Most of them!"

"Even if they're in Smash?" asked Link dubiously.

"… That's not the point. You knew I was sleeping!"

Link snickered. "If you actually were, it's your fault for staying up too late talking to Shiida."

"I can't help the difference in our timezones! Not everybody's girlfriend is in Smash! Besides, I had today off!"

"So hurry up and get her over here! I've been telling you that forever!"

"You know she can't!"

The two stood there, glowering at each other, until Pit said, with a slight grimace on his face, "Uh, Marth?"

"What? Oh-" Marth said as he let Pit go. "Sorry."

Pit was rubbing his wrist, trying not to wince. "No problem. That's not why I spoke up, though. I was just wondering something."

"Yeah?" Marth prompted.

"Why did you have the window open if you were napping?"

Marth blinked, turning red slightly. "I like the fresh air."

Link laughed at that. "Liar! More like you were drying your-" He let out an undignified squawk as Marth hooked his arm around his neck and pulled his head down and close to his body.

"Shut it, you! Don't even talk about that," he said as he started to noogie Link. "How'd you get that Smoke Bomb anyways?" he asked a struggling Link.

"Never- gah- used it- ack- from my last- UGH- brawl," Link said as he extricated himself from Marth's grip. "I got more where that came from," he added with a grin, rubbing his head.

"Really?" Marth said, anger disappearing from his voice. "Oi, Toonie," he called out to a bush several meters away. "Come here. I promise I won't hurt you. You guys too," he added as he looked up into the trees, searching for Ness and Lucas.

"What are you doing?" Link asked him quietly as Toon Link emerged from the bush, a branch stuck to his hair, and as Ness and Lucas alighted onto the ground beside them.

"Isn't it obvious?" responded Marth, smiling evilly. Pit, already understanding, was grinning from ear to ear and had gone to get his Mirror Shield. He whispered in Link's ear, and the two of them cracked identical grins.

Lucario was meditating quietly in his room. It was part of a routine, to heal his soul and mind, and to keep his aura strong. He'd done it often even before he'd joined the Mansion, but did it even more now. After all, the Mansion was not a quiet place. He knew that.

That didn't make the sounds any less annoying. His eyelid twitched as he heard a loud thwack as the kids, presumably, started pelting balls at the Mansion again. Or more likely, they were trying to hit somebody's window, and were just missing-

His eyes popped open and his paw came up just in time to catch the ball that came whizzing through his window. He unfolded his legs, and let himself stop levitating to touch the ground, and walked over to the window, irked now. Sticking his head out the window, a few cries of "Sorry" floating up to him, he saw the group of young Smashers waving at him and pointing above him. Lucario looked up to the ceiling, rolled his eyes, and pocketed the Smoke Bomb before returning to his meditation.

He could always contemplate revenge later.

"Did he just roll our eyes at us?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't know Pokemon could roll their eyes."

"He took my Smoke Bomb, too."

"Whatever, you got more. Let's do it again! We'll get him this time!" shouted Marth.

"Aye aye, captain!" shouted Pit back, before he settled back into position.

Thunk.

By this point, Zelda had returned to reading her book. It really was quite a good book, and she'd been dying to know how it ended. From the sounds outside, she knew by this point that Link and the others were at it again, but she'd stopped paying them mind. Even when she heard Ike's voice shout "Oi! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, MARTH!"

Even when it thudded against her window again. And again. And agai-

She slammed her book down onto the table and opened the window to glare at a distant Link, who was waving and grinning.

The sun was setting, and it was nearly dinnertime. By this point, the group of Smashers on the field had more than doubled in size. Red, Ike, Sheik, and Zelda had all come. Diddy had dragged his uncle along, and even Samus had come, bringing the recalcitrant Snake along with her. As such, the balls had been launched in wild and wilder ways, most of them backed by a lot sheer power. This was probably going to be the last one of the day, though, and so the kids returned to their original formation for the last ball, another Smoke Bomb this time. It was going to go into Ganondorf's room. (They all wisely agreed that it was probably a good idea to scatter once that happened. Even with Master Hand's protection, Warlock Punches HURT).

By this point, the kids were all pretty experienced at aiming at a particular window. Unfortunately, they were also pretty tired. Lucas was nodding off behind Ness as Link threw the ball in place of a napping Toon Link. Ness, noticing that Lucas wasn't paying attention behind him, managed to will himself awake enough to hit the ball perfectly, but Pit had stepped on one of his drooping wings while shifting the Shield's angle and tripped. Given the speed of the ball, it wasn't a huge difference; unfortunately. It was only a little off, so, instead of flying into Ganondorf's room, it spiralled off into one of a set of windows on the tallest floor. They all stared blankly, disbelieving, for a short moment.

"Uh-oh," Pit said, frozen on the ground. He summed up the group's feelings at that moment pretty well.

"When does Master Hand come back, again?" Somebody asked.

"Ten minutes."

"RUN!"

"So, let-a me get this straight," said Mario next morning at the breakfast table. "Pit-a is flying for as long-a as he can over a permanently lava-filled-a Brinstar, with-a 99 stock." Pit nodded with watery eyes. "Marth-a has to tip every target in-a less than a minute." Marth nodded with a sour look on his face. "And Link… has-a Cruel Brawl. Indefinite-a-ly." Link almost sobbed and over at the next table, Ganondorf snorted with laughter, and subsequently started choking on his pancake.

"Well, at least, in the end, Ganondorf still suffers," said Link morosely.

"Wonder why Master Hand kept the window open when he was gone, anyways," said Pit, pushing around his sausage with his fork.

"It's because the field's so far away from the Mansion. He never expected us to supercharge the ball to the point it'd fly far enough to hit the Mansion," explained a passing Samus around a croissant in her mouth.

"Oh, yeah. That's why I kept my window open, Pit," said Marth, remembering from yesterday.

Link sniggered from where his head was resting on his arms. "That doesn't even make sense, you terrible liar. Look at it this way; today, at least, you can use the laundry room. Come on, why can't you just admit that your window was open because-"

"Shut it!"

A/N: So there you have it. Something that was meant to be short (say, a thousand words max) ended up more than doubling. And this is after I cut some stuff I didn't like out. As well as leaving a lot of the story blank for your imagination to fill. Man, writing a fic takes more time than I'd hoped it would. But, it's pretty fun :). Hopefully with experience I can manage to change focus, cause I don't want to only do the teenage boys, as fun and as relatively easy as it is. We'll just have to see, I guess. They might appear often enough for me to end up feeling like I have to tag them as main characters :/.

How did Lucario pocket the Smoke Bomb? Not telling :P. I'm usually not going to address "issues" in the chapter, you guys could always just ask me directly if you want to know, although if I get any overlap, I might post them in author's notes. There is one thing I'm not sure of, though, and that's Mario's accent. Let me know if you like or dislike it, and I might discontinue it depending on responses. I'll stop here, I think, and see you guys next time. Hopefully I can get another out by next week, as soon as I finish my midterms…