A/N Hello, there. It's Shadowsong again, writing another fic. I know this one has been done before somewhere, but I decided to write one anyway. Just a two or three chapter story, I'm not good at super long ones, but hey, I tried.

Also, I have something to say I need to let out regarding one of my fics-

As I noticed in one of the reviews of one of my Super Smash Brothers fics, a reviewer said it was 'Kind of pointless'. Well, I wasn't trying to write an essay on world peace or stop the war in the Middle East, or even make a point on anything in particular. It was not supposed to change the ideas of the people that made the Super Smash Brothers game. I wrote it because it was an idea that struck me. If he or she reads this, please take it into consideration. If you don't like my writing, then take your eyes elsewhere. Thank you.

Let the fic begin! Please review!

Disclaimer: Yeah right. What do you think I meant when I said in the paragraph above, "not supposed to change the ideas of the people that made the Super Smash Brothers game""? My colleagues? Really. If I worked with Nintendo, I would NOT be on More on Just letting you all know.

(Begin Chapter One)

Young Link wielded his sword with grace only known to ten-year-olds. Repeatedly stabbing at the other 'Smasher', Bowser, he dealt damage. Bowser attempted to claw him, but the nimble Hylian leapt back and fired an arrow, burning the peeved turtle.

Bowser charged, roaring, and spinning at the same time. Young Link leapt into the air, and thrust downward with his Kokiri sword, sending Bowser into the air. As Bowser flew up, Young Link uncorked a bottle of Moo Moo Milk, and promptly drank it, smugly wiping the milk foam from his lips.

"GAME!"

Young Link froze as he had to do after every battle, hand in mid-wipe.

A sudden whir took him off his feet, and he was at the stat counting area, where his quickly put his hands akimbo on his hips, baby blue eyes staring at the screen. His pose stood for the thirty seconds the player scanned over the stats that he or she- Young Link didn't ever get to see the player, only obeying their commands- had achieved.

Bowser was at the bottom of the screen, silently planning revenge on the young boy

. After the player pressed start, Young Link rapidly sped off the screen in fear of-

"ROOOOOOAAAARRRR!"

That one angry opponent.

Young Link ran towards the cool-off room where all the Smashers went to rest after a battle, no matter how short or easy it had been. Maybe if he got in there and locked the door-

A huge claw enveloped him, wrapping around his neck.

Uh-oh.

"Gak-Zel-ack-da!" he choked, hands scrabbling at his neck. "Heee-ack-lp!" He tore at the scaly claw that had grabbed him, hoping Zelda, the only person Bowser listened to besides the Master Hand, was near.

"Bowser! Let him go!" Zelda, clothed in her usual pink dress, ran over, and glared at the irate Smasher. "Or I'll call the Master Hand up!"

Bowser growled and dropped Young Link, and stormed away, his footsteps making the walls shudder and glass rattle.

Zelda bent over Young Link. "What did you do? Beat him again?"

Young Link rubbed his chafed neck. "It wasn't my fault! The person that played me was better then the person who played Bowser!"

Zelda rolled her amethyst eyes. "Well, just ignore him and chill out in the rest area." She turned, dress swirling. "If he gives you any more trouble, just call, all right?"

The small Hylian nodded, then cracked open the door to the rest area, and went in, collapsing on a cushion-like couch as soon as he reached on, grabbing for a soda as he did. Zelda smiled slightly as she walked down the hall to her room, waiting to be called to fight.

She had been watching Young Link and Bowser fight, and knew what would happen. Anytime those two were in sight of the other, chaos usually ensued.

(In the rest area)

Young Link sipped at his root beer, belching occasionally. His sore and beaten body was recovering, and he sunk into the couch, glad he hadn't been called again to fight, or used in the training center.

The door to the rest area slammed open, and a worn out Roy stumbled on, crumpling on a green couch, his head dropping forward.

"You okay?" asked Young Link out of character. Sure, he annoyed the knight and often stole his sword for the fun of it, but he had never seen him so exhausted.

Roy didn't answer, just did a sort of grunt and sank farther into the squashy sofa.

The door banged open again, this time Samus, Mario and Mewtwo coming in. Samus wet a cloth from the sink in the corner and dropped it over Roy's forehand, pressing it on with a armored hand. "The human playing set us three, all level nines, against Roy, who was being played. The player wasn't very good- a level one, I suspect, if it weren't a live person." She shrugged. "We wouldn't of gone so hard, but we had to."

Young Link closed his sapphire eyes. "Ouch."

Mewtwo nodded, speaking in his telepathic manner. (A/N I can't figure out how to do italics, it messes up when I do it. If it does these weird figures, just ignore it please. I won't do it again if it does. I'll take out the quotations if it works in the next chapter. If it doesn't, the quotations stay.) i "Yes, he was thoroughly beaten. I would suggest sending in a clone the next time he battles, though they are not as good," /i he advised, tilting his head towards the slumped figure on the sofa.

Mario nodded, speaking in his Italian dialect. "Yesa, Roya take bad beating. Must hurta lota!"

Samus, having said her share, went over to the Smashers bulletin board, where the posts of lost weapons, clothing and various items were stapled up for notice. Also, warning from the Master Hand were on there, chewing out the Smashers for destroying the halls on accident were there, refreshed at least twice a week.

The space bounty hunter peered at a new notice. "Hey, look at this!"

"Is it a new threat to rip out our intestines if we break another trophy in the gallery?"

"No."

"Well then I'm not interested."

Samus glared at Young Link, though he couldn't see her eyes past her helmet. "It's a tournement announcement, saying, 'A tournement is to be in two days at the arena chosen by the Master Hand. All Super Smash Brother Melee characters are supposed to come. Be there by 6:00 Wednesday.'. Well it doesn't sound that bad."

Mewtwo came over, his thick tail swishing back in forth in thought. i "Well, we have to join then, don't we?" i he said slowly.

Young Link gleefully leapt up. "My chance to get back at Bowser for being mean on my own, not controlled by someone else!"

"Do you ever listen to yourself?" asked Samus, thinking still about the tournement.

"I try not to."

(End Chapter One)

A/N Woo hoo. There's chapter one.

::nudges review button:: Come on. You know you want to. Just a little click and your fingers on the keyboard. That's all it takes. Come on. ::clicks tongue, a method used to attract cats in my my household:: Oops, wrong thing to do. ::brings out glaive:: This is what I use on readers that choose not to review.

Little nagging thought at the back of my mind: Um, but then they can't read it anymore.

Me: Shoot. ::stuffs glaive away:: Just review, please.