Me: Okay, I won't even go through the whole 'I'm sorry for not focusing, blah blah blah' thing, and skip straight to the fact that I'm entering LLB's and GSG's contest! I actually had the idea for a while, so why not enter it now? Well, let's write, shall we?

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"Just knock him off stage so we can LEAVE already!" Ike snap, keeping an irate Fox from climbing back onto the stage. He, Marth, Fox, and Wolf are currently brawling on the Final destination, and all have just one stock left.

"I'm working on it!" Marth snaps back, sidestepping a half-way charged side smash from Wolf. "It's not just going to happen in a swipe of the sword you know!"

In the swipe of a sword, Fox goes flying, tumbling desperately in the air as he tries getting back on stage. He fails to, missing the stage's edge by a good two feet and free-falling until he gets teleported back to Smash Mansion as he exits the stage's perimeter.

"Huh, look at that, swipe of the sword and I managed to knock him off stage," Ike says rather scrathchingly. During that struggle, Marth had managed to get Wolf in a pitfall, and starts charging up shield-breaker for the kill. Ike gets too impatient, noticing a Poké Ball and grabbing it, quickly throwing it at Wolf in an attempt to end it. This knocks the canine off stage; literally right before shield-breaker is fully charged. Wolf starts in his attempt to get back on stage, though neither swordsman is interested in that by now.

Marth spins to face Ike, glaring at him. Manaphy comes from the Poké Ball.

"Ike, what the hell? This could've been over if you had just waited a second longer!" Marth snaps. This starts them bickering, Manaphy taking notice with a small, mischievous smile. She notices the team colours, and knows she's supposed to switch people of opposite teams, but sees a fun opportunity before her.

"Phy!" She cries happily as she performs Heart Swap on Marth and Ike. The two stop arguing instantly, looking at each other in the others bodies in utter confusion.

"What... Just happened?" Ike in Marth's body asks. Wolf gets on stage, coming up behind him.

"Ike, er, me, er, WOLF!" Marth in Ike's body yelps out in alarm. Trying to perform Dancing Blades fails when Marth tries it, making him stumble. Ike turns around at the cry of alarm, only to get nailed with Wolf's fully-charged side smash. Marth tries dashing away to get ground before attacking, but being in Ike's body, is slower than he expected, yelling out in alarm as he gets the exact same treatment, sent flying off stage right after Ike.

Manaphy giggles. Too bad for them, she doesn't switch them back before she disappears inside her Poké Ball.

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"Why are you still me?" Is the first thing Ike asks Marth as he gets teleported back to Smash Mansion after leaving the stage's perimeter. Marth looks confused very momentarily, looking at his own body with wide eyes, then down at Ike's.

"What? Why didn't we switch back?" Marth asks incredulously. Wolf gets teleported back to the mansion, coming into the same room as Marth and Ike and smirking at them.

"Pretty awesome win, right?" Wolf asks. Both swordsmen turn to glare at him.

"Shut up," Marth snaps at the same time Ike says 'It's his fault!'

"What?" Marth asks, ignoring Wolf, who now looks almost grouchy at the loss of bragging time, leaving to find Fox and gloat to him.

"Yeah! Your fault!" Ike snaps back, finding it odd to glare up at himself. "If you had just knocked Wolf off stage sooner, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"If you had just WAITED and let me send him off stage without throwing that stupid Poké Ball, not only would we not be in this mess, but we would've won the match!" Marth growls. The bickering continues as they leave the teleporter room, going all the way to the cafeteria before Zelda finally interrupts them.

"Guys, is something wrong?" She asks, they turn away from the other to look to her, still scowling.

"Yes," Ike replies curtly. Zelda arches an eyebrow at him.

"Be polite, you idiot!" Marth snaps, smacking Ike upside the head. "You're me!"

Zelda puts two and two together, laughing at them. "Oh, Manaphy didn't switch you back?" She asks with obvious amusement.

"No. It's not funny either," Ike growls, Marth snapping at him once more to be polite.

Zelda looks likes she's going to comment, though just sighs. "Why don't you go find her then?"

"Where is she?" Ike asks while Marth thanks her for the suggestion, giving up on Ike for now.

"Where ever they keep the Pokémon. I'd ask Luke, he IS the Pokémon Trainer after all," Zelda suggests. Ike nods, running off to find him. Marth sighs in aggravation, thanking her and running after him, yelling at him to slow down.

"Those two are doomed," Zelda says to no one with a laugh and a smirk.

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"Luke!" Ike cries, finding him in the library with Pikachu in his lap. He dashes over, taking full advantage of being faster than normal.

"Yeah?" Luke asks with a raised eyebrow, taking notice of who he believes to be Marth's odd behavior.

"Where do they store the Poké Balls?" Ike asks.

"With the Assist Trophies?" He answers questioningly.

Ike looks annoyed, hopping from foot to foot in wanting to get his body back. "And that would be?"

"Three doors to the right…" Luke answers. "I've shown you b-" He cuts off, Ike shouting a quick thanks over his shoulder. As he runs off.

Luke blinks, trying to get over the oddness of that situation and getting back to his book, when Marth appears in the doorway, looking aggravated.

"Have you seen Ike?" He asks, looking around. "He ran off before I could tell him I knew where the Poké Balls are stored."

Luke blinks, confused in the extreme. "Wait, what? You're Ike!"

"Wha?" Marth says in confusion, then realizing and groaning. "Fine then, have you seen Marth?"

"He's in with the Poké Balls and Assist Trophies…" Luke answers, looking more than confused.

Marth nods, thanking him and running to go find him.

"…" Luke doesn't say anything, looking down to Pikachu.

"Chu," The rodent says with a shrug, indicating he has absolutely no idea what happened either.

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"Ike!" Marth snaps, entering the storage room to find Ike struggling to reach a box on the top shelf.

"Damn it Marth, you're too short!" Ike growls, jumping to reach it and yelping when they spill on him. Marth sighs in irritation, helping him out of the pile of red and white spheres.

"No, you're just an idiot," Marth retorts.

"Why are they even up that high?" Ike asks, finding the boxes only on that shelf.

"So people don't raid them," Marth answers. "You can get them lower if you want to."

"How?" Ike asks, starting to put the balls back in the box. Marth goes over and tells Ike to check one of his cloak pockets. The mercenary in the prince's body produces a key with a raised eyebrow, getting it taken by the prince in the mercenary's body quickly. Marth shifts aside an empty box on ground level, inserting the key into a lever and lower it slowly, the shelf going with it.

"But…" Ike trails off, beyond confused.

Marth rolls his eyes, hefting down another box of Poké Balls before answering. "Red asked me to help him take care of the Pokémon once, and let me keep a copy o the key if I ever want to take them out."

"Uh-huh…" Ike says like he cares. Marth glares at him, then looks to the Poké Balls.

"I don't exactly remember which ball she's in…" He trails off, and Ike groans.

"You mean we have to search randomly and hope we stumble upon her?" Ike asks incredulously. Marth smirks and nods, finding his impatient attitude to be just a bit hilarious.

"Yup. Let's get searching."

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Me: I know it's a bit short, but you know what, I have a hilarious second chapter planned! Anyways, I hope all you readers enjoyed this, it was really fun to write!