A/N: Yes, I know, I should probably be writing Mother Knows Best, but I have too many ideas that I need to get out before they accidentally get jumbled and my fics start to bleed into one another and become an unintelligible mess.

Anyways, this is my first romance/drama/general for something such as SSB which is really weird since I never thought I'd write romance for this section, but the plot bunnies! They attacked me I tell you! Hopefully it's not horrible.

Do not complain about eventual pairings, and I'm keeping them quiet for my own reasons since I'm fickle and can change 'em in a heartbeat. I'll just say this much: There is no Zelda/Link, Samus/Marth, Roy/Peach, or any form of slash. So lovers that want to flame me, be gone. (But there's also no bashing so don't worry about that.)

Disclaimer: All characters and settings belong to their respectful owners.

The living room in a castle was supposed to be lavishing and marvelous, filled with all sorts of brilliant objects and art that would adorn the room and catch a visitor's eyes the instant they entered. It was a room meant for the host to silently belittle and dazzle their guests by showing off all the extravagant items they own to prove their superiority.

Living rooms in castles weren't meant for gatherings like they were intended for.

Living rooms in castles were an accessory that was used exclusively to assert the owner's wealth and power.

But this very room in the castle was not. In fact, it was quite humble and gave off a homely and inviting atmosphere, like a living room was supposed to.

The den was decorated with trinkets of sentimental value; pictures, old gifts, family heirlooms, and such. There was a fire place that was filled with wood and a fire poker nearby to gently nurse the warm glow of the orange flames. In the corner was a bookcase filled with an assortment of novels from all types of genres and next to it was a big comfy armchair with an end table and lamp nearby to enjoy the book in comfort.

The only real eye-catching items of the room were the old grandfather clock and the portrait hung high above the fire place. But then again, it really wasn't a surprise; Princess Peach wasn't known to indulge herself in overly zealous items.

In the center of the room was a small coffee table with two overstuffed maroon couches on each side facing opposite each other. On the coffee table were three cups of tea and a small cake. Resting on the couches were the room's three occupants enjoying their traditional gathering.

"My," Peach began as she dabbed her lips with a napkin after taking a small sip of tea. "This place seems to get so slow, at times it feels like life has gone to a stand still." She stared at her two guests; Samus was fiddling with her hair and mumbled some unintelligible response in agreement and Zelda seemed more interested in breaking down her sliver of cake rather than eating it.

Peach sighed as set her tea down with a sharp clang and the two blondes snapped up with a sudden alertness.

Samus was the first to recover. "Well, that's life. Not everyday can be filled with adventure." She remarked.

Peach shook her head lightly in response. "No, that's not what I meant. I just mean nothing is happening in anybody's lives, not just ours."

Zelda blinked in confusion. It was one thing for Peach to say they had nothing news worthy in their lives, but everyone else? Peach generally had some sort of exciting info on their fellow smashers, since she could be such a gossipmonger at times.

"Really? You mean you've heard nothing?" Not that Zelda was curious, she didn't like snooping in other people's business, and she just doubted Peach hadn't heard anything at all. On the flip side, Zelda also hated being completely left out of the loop and being the last one to discover everything, so on occasion she did appreciate Peach's word of mouth.

Peach lightly tapped her tea cup with the spoon and nodded with a sigh. "Yup, the only remotely interesting thing I've heard all week was that Falcon's real name is Douglas Jay… or maybe it was Jay Douglas… and that he likes Samus, but that's not really a surprise…" Peach trailed off when Samus groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"For the last time, Falcon doesn't have a crush on me. We're just friends. And maybe the reason you haven't heard anything is because people have learned to keep their mouths shut." The bounty hunter snapped with a fierce edge in her voice. 'And they wonder why I dislike attending these gatherings sometimes.'

Peach held up a finger and made a tsk-tsk motion. "Samus, Samus, Samus," she chided like a mother would to a child. "The walls have ears. And I'm sure Zelda can back me up with that statement."

Samus stared.

Zelda blinked.

Samus blinked.

Zelda stared.

"Huh?" Zelda finally asked completely puzzled by Peach's claim.

"Goodness Zelda, you can't tell me you don't hear half the things said in the mansion with those super sensitive ears of yours!" Peach explained.

"Well…" Truth be told, Zelda did hear things, lots of things, but she learned to drown out others' conversations long ago and what little she did hear she would try to forget. Again, the Hylian princess wasn't one to stick her nose where it didn't belong.

With a shake of her head she finally answered her fellow princess. "Not really, I mean, I suppose you could say I hear them, but I pay no heed to their words."

Samus crossed her arms in satisfaction and wore a rather smug expression as she stared back at Peach. "That's right. Zelda here at least realizes eavesdropping is wrong."

Peach knitted her golden eyebrows together and wore a tight lipped frown in annoyance. "Samus dear, it's not eavesdropping if I just so happen to be nearby and just happen to overhear a conversation that they just happen to be having rather loudly." The princess huffed.

Samus rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day. "Yes, so everything is one whole big, giant coincidence, every single damn time," She remarked sarcastically. "Regardless, the boys have no dirty laundry at the moment, just accept that Peach."

"Goddess!" Zelda gasped as she raised a gloved hand to her forehead. "I would hope not! Laundry day was yesterday; surely they couldn't have soiled their clothes that quickly!"

Samus cocked an eyebrow at the Hylian in amusement and Peach stared.

"Erm, Zelda?"

"…That was a figure of speech wasn't it?"

"Yeah…"

Zelda lightly cursed under her breath. She wasn't exactly familiar with the modern date phrases and sayings. Not that it was entirely her fault. Her naivety mainly stemmed from the fact that her world wasn't exactly modern and she had lived a rather sheltered and formal life within the walls of the castle of Hyrule.

Collectively, the three women sighed and wondered if the men were sharing an equally boring day as they have been.

"I will poke you with my sword! By God, I will!" Roy threatened as he clutched the hilt of his sword.

Link pulled his hat down over his eyes in embarrassment and wanted nothing more than to disappear. Ike's left eyebrow was twitching in annoyance but he paid no attention to the annoying redhead. Fox and Falco were caught between laughing and feeling sorry for the victim of Roy's annoyance.

It was nothing out of the ordinary; Roy was pestering someone in hopes of getting some sort of a reaction from a normally stoic smasher. The victim at that very moment was none other than Wolf.

Wolf was seated on the couch with his arms angrily crossed and glaring at Roy. Every time the redhead lifted his sword and became dangerously close to Wolf's personal space, the space animal would growl, bare his teeth, and raise a claw threateningly.

Occasionally, a fellow smasher would walk by with a sigh and a shake of the head feeling sorry for either Wolf – for being Roy's unfortunate target – or Roy – for being idiotic enough to bother Wolf of all people.

"Roy really, I think that's enough. Maybe it's time you leave him alone," Link finally spoke up from underneath the shield of his hat. 'Before he obliterates you,' he silently added as an afterthought.

"No way, I wanna–!" Roy's response was sharply cut off however when the door slammed open and there stood Marth… looking completely and utterly furious.

"Hey Marth, how was your match?" Fox asked as the blue-haired prince stomped by.

"Well wouldn't you like to know!" A sneer accompanied Marth's curt reply.

Fox took a step back out of nervousness and gave a sheepish smile. "Whoa, there. I was just asking!" He added a small laugh as Marth proceeded to stare the vulpine down. Fox was suddenly grateful that his fur would cover the color in his cheeks as he felt blood rush to his face in embarrassment.

"You couldn't have lost that badly could you?" Ike inquired to save the vulpine from the wrath of Marth.

Wordlessly Marth unsnapped the bracelet that was used as a point keeper off his wrist and threw it at the mercenary.

Ike snatched it midair before it collided with his face and peered over at Marth's score. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to stop the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Roy, on the other hand, wasn't blessed with a lot of self control. So as he peeked over Ike's shoulder and caught sight of the number he burst out in a laughing fit.

"Yo Foxie, come take a look at this," Falco called to his leader as he examined the score. Roy's reaction had intrigued the avian and he could see why the redhead was laughing so hard. "Looks like Marth ain't such top tier material now, ain't he?"

"Wow, that has got to be the absolute lowest score I've seen in a while," Fox said with a bit of awe. 'No wonder he's angry.'

By the time Link had received the offending object he was nearly stunned into silence. "But – wha – how? How could you possibly get a score that bad?!"

Marth fists were close fisted and his jaw was clenched shut in fury. "Ganondorf… teammate… friendly fire… damn it all to hell!" He replied through gritted teeth.

Link's shoulders slumped in understanding and he raised a hand in understanding. "Ah, say no more. Bastard always was a dirty fighter when it came to teams. Especially when he's your own teammate. I think he does it for some personal satisfaction or something."

Ganondorf had a rather reliable reputation in terms of team battles with friendly fire. If someone dared went against his strategy, he would fight his own teammate and completely disregard the opposing team. He didn't care if it costs the match; it was just his way of showing whose boss and punishment to the poor teammate that dared defy him. Ganondorf would also gain satisfaction of giving his teammate an embarrassingly low score that would make anyone hang their head in shame.

Marth snatched the bracelet back and stomped off with a mutter of him being in the training room if anyone needed him. He paused briefly in front of Roy, whose uncontrollable chortling had reduced to low snickers, and considered kicking him, but opted not to out of the little self-control he had left.

When the irritated prince disappeared down the hall Ike finally said, "I didn't think a score of negative twenty-three was possible in a five minute match against Yoshi and the Ice Climbers, I guess I was wrong."

"Amen," Falco agreed.

She stared at the map in her hand looking completely perplexed. She hoped she hadn't gotten herself lost; that was the last thing she needed. She clicked her tongue in frustration as she tried to pinpoint her exact location and how much further she needed to travel.

She heard a neigh erupt from the creature behind her and she let out a small giggle as she felt him nuzzle against the side of her face. It opened its mouth and proceeded to try and get a clamp on the flimsy material that was the map.

"Hey!" She gasped and quickly pulled the material out of the hungry animal's reach and held up a finger. "You can't eat that!"

Returning her attention to the map she managed to pinpoint her location and found the trail she was required to take to reach her destination.

She mounted her Pegasus, grabbed onto the reins and urged him forward. She smiled to herself as they set off to their final destination: The Smash Mansion.

'I shall see you again soon my lord,' she had thought to herself with a smile.

A/N: Gah… I am always so bad at opening chapters to fics. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!! I wanted to fit like ten other things in but that would've been a massive overload of information and probably would've left me with little to write about in future chapters… Grr… Damn my small attention span!

So who is the woman at the end? Well, I kept her generic for the suspense, so we shall find out next chapter who she is! Although if anyone can somehow magically land a correct guess, they deserve mad kudos.

Apologies for lack of drama. Honestly, drama isn't my forte in a sense that I can't plunge directly into it in the beginning of a story and I just build it up overtime. So should I change the category to General instead?

Reviews/Constructive criticism is always appreciated! –Hands out virtual cookies–

Self-Critique: Could've been better in one too many ways that I won't even bother listing due to spoilers.