Hey all! It's been a long while. I've finally updated. Now that school's out, we can get started and I am soon to start two other stories and possibly third. Yay me! Well, the 1st chapter I asked you all to guess who's POV is who's. Now you'll see. Let's get to it!
Chapter One
Time flows through Joypadana like any other day. Everyone goes about their own ways and handles their own business. Maybe a few greets are passed between the people if you're lucky. In this city, people only greet you if you are worthy enough. You have to be apart of their life style. You have to be wealthy and luxurious. That's all that matters.
Locker Room
"Zelda! Zelda!"
Nineteen-year-old Zelda Harkinian turned around to the sound of her voice. She quietly groaned as she saw the younger beginner dancers coming to her locker. She placed her hands on her hips, showing very little interest in what they had to say. "What is it? Erm… Amanda was it?"
"Actually it's Ashley," The blonde answered. Zelda didn't wasn't fazed by her correction. "We wanted to tell you congratulations. On your award," said the blonde with hazel eyes. "That's like, the biggest award ever in any dancing career."
"Glad you keep up your studies on the fine arts awards," Zelda said as she flipped back around to her locker pulling out a large pink sports bag.
"There was a lot of competition out there," Ashley added. "I mean dancers came from all across the country. That's a lot of competition. You must have been ner-"
"I'm never nervous," Zelda said sharply. "If anyone was to be nervous, it should have been them. Dancing in a competition against them was like going against little preteens. Anything else? I must be going."
"…" the brunette with light brown eyes gulped. "We heard you are going off to that great big Fine Arts Studio in Nintendo," she said quietly.
"You heard correctly then." Zelda responded flatly.
The timid brunette continued, "We wanted to congratulate your achievement. Not everyone gets accepted to go there. You have to do a lot training to learn more techniques to dancing. Plus, I hear it's the best of the best and there's no other place greater than that school."
"We're hoping to get in there soon," Ashley piped in. "Sally and I have been practicing a lot of the competitions and we're going on almost two months now. We think we may be able to get into the studio too one day."
Zelda laughed at the younger dancer's supposedly humorous comment. "You really think you two are ready?" She watched the two girls nod. "Girls. I'll have to be honest with you. I watched your performance earlier and you two still need a lot of work. Your routine seemed to be well…sloppy."
"Sloppy?" Sally asked softly. "Was it really that bad?"
Zelda placed her ice skates down on the bench in front of her locker. "Oh no. Don't think of it that way. I mean you won first place. Nothing less I expect from a beginner class. I'm just telling you for future reference. If you think those moves you displayed on the ice and dance floor today will get you into Nintendo Fine Arts, I think you better spend more time studying the language of dance."
"Oh…" Ashley suddenly lost her bubbly attitude. "But...we were going to try our routine in the audition."
"Ladies. If you perform that routine in front of the judges, they'll laugh you to shame." Zelda let her bun loose and her blonde hair fell down her back. She looked back at the girls. "Now ladies, I'm only telling you this out of the kindness of my heart. I'm just trying to save you from humiliating yourselves."
"Right. We know that," Ashley said in a brighter mood. "Right Sal?"
Sally nodded and gave Zelda a weak smile. "Right. Good luck in Nintendo."
Zelda smirked. "Thanks, but I won't be needing it." She placed the strap of her sports bag onto her shoulder. "I'm a dancing supreme with no flaws. You know if you practice enough, maybe, just maybe you'll make it to an intermediate class perhaps?" Without waiting for another response, she took off.
"So long, girls. You'll be seeing my name in lights soon." She took off out of the locker room.
The two girls stared in awe. They both squealed as their eyes shined like stars. "She's so cool!" they said in unison.
Zelda flipped her blonde locks behind her neck. She couldn't wait to leave this place that was supposedly the best place to be. Joypadana. It was true her city was very rich in riches and the most desired place to live in the whole world. Only the luckiest of people received the chance to live there. And if they couldn't live there, they desired to receive a job there. Why did they want it so badly? People dreamed to be a part of the rich and successful life. They wanted the fancy cars and the big lovely mansions. It was everyone's dreams.
Every time Zelda would think about this, she would laugh. She thought it was hilarious to realize there were people who dreamed of being like her. She knew it could never happen. Her parents were very rich. In fact they were the richest in Joypadana. Zelda didn't even need to know how much money they have to realize her family was rich. She knew all this easily. She had the large mansion isolated from everyone else. They had an ocean view from the backyard. To be more specific, the large lake was part of their backyard.
That was enough to prove how rich her family was.
But even if she loved her rich life style, it was time to move on. She was still going to live on the high-class life. But it was time to make it even better by becoming famous in Nintendo. She knew that was where everyone would know her name and never forget it for centuries to come.
As Zelda kept thinking to herself, a girl brushed passed her quickly knocking the skates she was carrying out of her hand. The skates scraped against the concrete.
The girl flipped around and gasped. "Oh my goodness!"
Zelda looked in shock also. "My skates!"
The girl looked up at Zelda. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't see them!"
"Sorry isn't going to fix my skates. You scratched them!" Zelda said angrily. "These are one of a kind skates. I may never be able to wear them again!"
"I really am sorry! Really!" The girl said in a type of plea. "I can pay for them."
Zelda rolled her eyes. "I'm sure there is no way someone like you can pay enough money to replace them. Just watch where I'm going next time." Without another reply Zelda snatched her ice skates out of the girl's hands and stormed off without a thank-you. "I swear. Kids these days. No respect for anything."
She pushed both the glass doors of the dance studio roughly open in frustration. She looked down at her new skates. "No respect at all."
"Miss Zelda."
Zelda fixed her eyes on her nursemaid Impa. She put a smile on her face as she greeted her with a wave. Of all the people in the world besides her parents, she loved Impa. Impa was one of the only people who understood how Zelda was. Impa was not only a nursemaid to Zelda but also a good friend. She had been taking care of Zelda since she was a baby. Though, Impa was supposed to be treated with little care like every other maid in Zelda's mansion, she treated Impa much better. After all, she felt like she had to return the favor. If it wasn't for Impa's support and help in Zelda's dancing, she may have not been as great as she was right now.
"Hello, Impa. How are you today?" Zelda hurried down the long steps to the black limo at the bottom of the steps.
"Oh just the same. And you?"
"Great." Zelda stopped right in front of her friend. "I have another trophy to add to my collection."
"I know. They already brought that beauty of a trophy to the car." Impa hugged her mistress. "I'm very proud of you."
She allowed her nursemaid to hug her. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without your support."
"Well, come along. We have a two-hour drive to the airport. Then we'll transfer to the plane that will take us to Nintendo. And I want to hear all about the competition."
Zelda let go of Impa and nodded. "This day has finally come. I'm going to Nintendo." The two of them piled into the car. When they were seated, the car took off to its destination.
After a long silence in the car, Impa spoke again. "You may have noticed that your parents did not arrive at the competition."
"Oh that's typical of them, Impa." Zelda rested her back against the cold leather seat. "I wouldn't expect anything else so I didn't even try to look for them in the audience this time." Zelda glanced back at her skates. "Oh… I can't believe this."
"Something wrong?"
"This girl knocked into me and made me drop my skates. She scratched up the skates pretty bad. They are brand new." Zelda let out an aggravated noise.
"I see." Impa smiled a little as she looked at the skates. "I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose."
"I know. But kids can be so reckless," Zelda replied.
"Aren't you still considered a kid?" Impa asked.
"No. I'm a young adult. Meaning, I should have a bit more respect given to me by younger kids. Plus they should have respect for my things."
"Zelda, remember long ago you were reckless too. I remember a girl who started dancing, and she wasn't pretty good at it yet. So she would prance around practicing dance moves and breaking vases."
Zelda remembered the past. "What are you bringing that up for? This is about that girl's lack of respect. I'm on a higher level of class than her. She'll never grow up to be great like me with her demeanor."
Impa sighed. I hope for everyone's sake she doesn't grow up to be like you. Zelda, I love taking care of you with all my heart, but I feel you still need training to become a new human being. One that is acceptable.
The ringing of a cellphone interrupted Impa's thoughts. Zelda picked up her pink cellphone and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello, Zelda."
Zelda frowned, "What are you calling this number for?"
"Just checking if you're actually going through with this. You're actually going to live down here with me in Nintendo."
"Let me tell you right now that I'm not going to come down there to live with you. I have a place of my own. Besides that, I'd have to kill myself if I ever had to live with you again."
"I'm not going to get into this here. Just tell me what time you're getting here, and we can make this phone conversation short and sweet."
"Fine by me. I'll be there tomorrow at 10am. I'm guessing you're picking me up?"
"Unfortunately yes. But don't worry that will be it. I won't have to say another word to you."
"Good, because I don't think there is no reason for us to interact with each other while we're there together. I'll just finish my dancing career and become famous and get out of your face."
"You really think it's going to be that easy? No one is going to accept you that easily Zelda. It's going to take hard-"
"-Are you trying to lecture me? I know how to handle myself. You've already made your foolish mistakes. Don't try to snuggle up close to me so you can get some of the glory for me when I succeed."
"How… How dare you. I don't want any of your glory. I'm just telling you this so you don't feel bad when your dreams get shut down."
"Please. Just because you can't become famous since you're broken down and poor now, doesn't mean you can take me down with you. I know you're jealous and who wouldn't be? After all, I will always outshine you since you blew it. Never forget that."
Without waiting for her sister's response, Zelda hung up her cellphone."I can't believe I wasted actual phone minutes on her."
Nintendo
"That… little… aagh!" Twenty-one-year-old Peach Toadstool threw her phone in frustration.
"Hey!" Peach's good friend Roy Varvel caught the phone. "That's valuable merchandise!"
"Sorry it's just...I can't stand her!" Peach growled like a wild animal. "I just want to grab her neck and snap it!"
"Isn't that a little, well…extreme?" Roy asked as more of a true fact than question.
Peach sighed before taking her phone back. "I suppose. It did take me a long time to get this cellphone on my own."
"If you don't learn how to control your rage, you're going to have to start taking anger management classes." Roy stopped smiling when he saw the look on Peach's face. "Bad time for joking?"
Peach crossed her arms and eased up her glare. "No it's okay. I'm just upset by this." Peach looked around the room. She was visiting the apartments where her sister Zelda was supposed to be staying. "This place is just so nice," she whispered. "To have fully furnished apartments with the works would be amazing. It was so much easier when I still lived with my parents and Zelda. Being able to buy whatever I want, go to all the parties, the trips. Life was so much easier three years ago."
"But there is a dark side to all that money. Becoming lonely and miserable, remember?" Roy reminded her. "That's why you quit your lifestyle anyway. The idea of us poor middle class citizens being demoralized by the wealthy, disgusted you. At least that's what you told me."
The blonde nodded. "And it still does. I just couldn't take it anymore. I need to find a way to prove to the world that the rich can be benevolent and the only way for that to happen is for me to find my own way. Under the new name Peach Toadstool, courtesy of my grandmother, I promise this. But with people like Zelda moving here, it might distract me."
"Talk about making a commotion over nothing. All you have to do is drop the little tyke off at her home when she arrives, and then she's out of your hair like a pack of lice." Roy explained.
"That made absolutely no sense."
Roy smirked. "Yes. But you're smiling, aren't ya?
Peach laughed. Roy would always try his best to cheer her up. She had met Roy when she moved into the hostel. At the hostel everyone was assigned chores and she and Roy were assigned to make breakfast. So the two of them tried to make pancakes but it wasn't successful. Their work started to turn into play. They didn't get the breakfast done but they did develop a friendship. The two eventually became best friends and they had been friends for three years. Peach knew if it weren't for Roy, she wouldn't have her first job as a nurse. And when Peach didn't have enough money for anything, Roy would never mind donating money to her from his small funds. It was more like Roy was her savior from everything in her troubled past.
"Oh and let's not forget she'll be attending the same college as us. Talk about a real pain. Then she'll be dancing in the studio where I'm modeling. She'll be everywhere." Peach sighed again.
"Modeling? So you did get the job?" Roy asked.
"No, not yet. But I feel that I'm going to get it. It's calling to me."
"So is it saying…Peach…" Roy screeched in a ghostly tone. "Peach…come… listen to the sound of my voice…come and modeeeeelllllll…model for me… I want to check out your hot bod-
Peach punched him in his shoulder and laughed. "Shut-up! You know that's just a figure of speech."
"I know, I know. I just love your reactions. So, what's holding you back from getting the job?"
"Well…turns out that I need to take some more pictures than the ones I had before. They say the pictures from the past are nice but they want some from now. And they have to be professionally taken. Do you know how much money it is to get a professional photographer here? I don't even want to think about it."
"Hmm… I might be able to help there. I know a guy… who knows the one guy…who knows a guy that works at a photo shop and secretly that guy was a professional photographer."
"Really? He's that good?"
"Well that's what that other guy said," Roy replied.
"What guy? Oh never mind. I'm sure he cost much too."
"No. Apparently the guy who told me, says there's one guy I know who knows that one guy and I apparently I know the guys that the one guy told me about him knows me and can put in a good word in for me and you since he knows you and me and the guy will agree."
Peach gave Roy a blank stare. "Okay, you lost me. Do they have names?"
"Yep, the guy who told me all this was Falco."
"Falco? Why didn't you just say his name? I know him!"
"Oh yeah that's right. I just like to mess with ya." Roy grinned.
Peach ran a hand over her face. "Roy, if you don't start making sense soon, I'm going to have a reason to be going to those anger management classes. I'll be suffering from 'Throttling Best Friend" syndrome."
"Okay, okay. But I'm just saying. I can get someone to take your photos," Roy answered quickly.
Peach frown turned into a grin. "That's great! Is he here today?"
"Might be…Aah!" He wailed as Peach clasped his hand.
"This is great. Let's go see him now." She let go of his hand and headed to the apartment entrance.
Roy ran after her. "Peach wait!" He caught up to her quickly. Before he could warn her slow down, he brushed hard against fabric, and he heard a surprised yelp. He screeched to a halt as he heard a body fall to the floor.
Peach heard this too and turned around. She looked down to see a girl on the floor. She had blonde hair just like hers but it was tied in a braid. Her eyes were closed but as she started to get up, she opened them to reveal green eyes. The girl looked about her sister Zelda's age.
"Hey you!"
Peach looked up to see a very large man rush over to Roy and grab his arm. "Why don't you watch where you're going punk! You see what you did?"
Roy was lost for words, seeing the man's large size. He was a brown-faced man with red hair and golden brown eyes. He looked down at the girl getting helped off the floor by another man. Roy felt himself start to stutter. "I-I d-didn't mean t-to."
" I don't believe that for a second!" The man growled. "I'm gonna-
"Ganondorf, stop!"
Roy looked up at the giant who was grasping his arm: Ganondorf. He was looking shocked. "But…"
"You saw it was just an accident." The woman was now glaring at Ganondorf. "So back off."
Ganondorf hesitated for another moment before obeying the woman. Roy guessed the woman must be his boss.
"Yes." He walked away from Roy.
Roy sighed in relief. "That was too close."
Peach hurried back to Roy and placed an arm on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah…"
"Excuse me?"
Roy and Peach looked over at the blonde girl that had stopped Ganondorf. She bowed her head to them.
"Sorry about that. He's usually not that into his work. Please excuse him."
"I'm…sorry," Ganondorf replied without the least bit of sincerity in his voice.
Peach smiled. "It's not your fault. We shouldn't have been running. Are you okay?"
The young woman smiled at the two. "I'm fine. It was just an accident. In fact, that's all the excitement I've had all day," she answered with a giggle.
Roy scratched his head. "Same for me."
The girl apologized once more. "I really am sorry."
"It's fine. Really," Roy replied.
Peach thought this was all nice and everything but she had a place to be. It's not like there was a chance that they would ever see this girl again. "Well, we must be going now."
"Oh. Bye then." The blonde smiled at them one last time before Roy and Peach headed towards the building exit.
Roy sighed in relief. "I thought he was really going to kill me."
"Well, maybe next time you'll be more careful."
"What? It's your fault it happened!" Roy shot back.
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
The two began to argue on their way to the shop.
Back In the Apartment Lodge
Nineteen-year old Samus Aran flipped around and crossed her arms. "Well…"
Ganondorf looked at his employer. "Well what?"
"You see what happens when you act before you think? It was an accident. You don't have to think of everything as an assault or attack on me."
"Samus, I was authorized by Mr. Aran to be your bodyguard. Which means I have to be very vigilant."
"I'll tell you if I need a vigilante. I mean it's already bad enough my dad gave me two of you protectors. I don't need you both."
Ganondorf smirked at Samus. "Even if you're as tough as you play off to be Samus, I know for a fact you need protectors."
"One is just fine." Samus retorted. None at all would be grand.
"Nah, you need us both." Ganondorf disagreed once again. "Me, as your strong and brave protector in the morning. And Mewtwo as your genius night owl protector of the evening and night."
"Ganon. It's very nice that you take pride in your work. But I'd like to make some friends here."
"How can you not have friends?" he asked. "Don't I always see people around you?"
Samus looked up at the ceiling of the building. She was getting tired of his smart alec attitude. "I mean friends who aren't actually afraid of you and will talk to me outside of school and when I'm not at the fine arts studio."
"Hmm," Ganondorf laughed at the thought of being feared. "Well then… I guess I'm doing my job as..."
"... the perfect guardian for the Aran family." Samus said mocking Ganondorf's usual phrases. "I know. I know." Samus looked at her watch. "Isn't it time for your shift to end?"
"Yeah, what of it-"
"Bye!" Samus walked away from Ganondorf and towards to the elevator. She hurried inside the elevator and shut the door. She heard her bodyguard call her name but she didn't stop the elevator. She watched the number started going up to floor 11.
Samus sighed. I hate this. Why do my parents have to be so protective? It's not like I'm a famous pop diva or anything. I wish they would respect my space. Samus knew her parents only cared for her. But sometimes it was a little too much care. The main reason her protection was needed was thanks to her father. Her father Darren Aran was a very famous producer of music. Everyone knew him well. And he was just overjoyed when Samus was born. Thanks to her mother Lydia Aran, Samus was blessed with a beautiful singing voice.
Samus loved her voice too. But the work was hard. Her father overworked her in the studio every time right after school and the summers were killer. Mr. Aran had at least two performances booked for Samus in a week. At first it was fun but then Samus realized something. She was missing out on her life. She never got to enjoy the fun regular girls have. Now at age nineteen, Samus knew she could quit music. But she didn't want to let her parents down. It was their dream to see her shine and become famous. And to this day Samus still wonders if fame is important at all.
The elevator door opened. She peered into the hallway greeted by a loud eruption coming from two voices. She didn't have to guess where the noise was coming from, it was obviously her parents. She hurried quickly to her apartment and fumbled for her key. Swiftly opening her door, she waltzed right in and looked to her right to where her parents' room was. As she got closer, the voices and words started to become much clearer. Her mother was speaking in a calm voice and it sounded as if she was crying. Meanwhile her father was sounding angry.
"Darren, just listen to me. I'm just thinking about her future."
"Her future? Why do you always want to change everything?" Mr. Aran said angrily. "She's happy the way she is?"
"How do you know?" her mother's voice cried. "You never ask her! When I look at her face she smiles, but I know there is a sadness in her heart."
"Those damn feelings in your heart speeches. Listen to yourself, Lydia. You sound foolish!"
Samus sighed. They're talking about me again. Why can't they stop? I'm fine! I'll do anything for them. I just want them to stay together.
"What's your heart telling you now! Leave me and your daughter right?"
"That may be so," Mrs. Aran said quietly.
Samus sighed. She was about to take off, but she had no idea the door to her parents' room opened. As she turned, she found herself looking in the eye of her father. He had short light blonde hair. His eyes were looking into hers.
"Samus." He was shocked. "Uh…" Samus' mother appeared in the door and gasped. Samus thought of her mother as very beautiful. She had short blonde hair that ended right above her shoulders and she also had green eyes.
"Sammie," she said quietly, calling her by one of her many nicknames.
Samus looked at both of them. "You were arguing again."
"Oh Sam," Mr. Aran started,"it was just a little fight. Nothing more than that."
Samus eyed her mother. She didn't respond at all. She smiled a bit. "I understand. I know it was a small argument. You two could never stay mad at each other."
"Right," Mr. Aran said with a grin. He looked over at his wife. Lydia Aran looked at them both for a moment before nodding. "Hey. We're all fine here. In fact, let's all go to dinner tonight. A little family time."
Samus brushed off the argument. "Okay. But after I do my homework."
" I have to go to the studio anyway. We both have to go. Right, Lydia?" he said with a smile.
"Actually. I'm not feeling up to going," she smiled weakly. "I think I'll just rest up until we go out to eat."
"Oh. Well we'll meet up later then." Mr. Aran put on his sunglasses and hurried towards the front door.
"Good-bye."
When her husband was out the door and out of sight, Mrs. Aran sighed. She looked at her daughter. "Honey, you heard the argument right?"
Samus nodded. "Yes."
"Is it true? Are you really enjoying your singing career?" she asked slowly.
Samus laughed at her mother as if it were a joke. "Mom! You know I am. I've been singing ever since I learned how to talk. I couldn't imagine doing anything else."
Mrs. Aran looked deep into Samus' eyes. After a long silence she smiled. "If you're sure. I'm going to rest my head. Finish your work, kay babe?"
"Sure mom." Samus mouthed bye as her mother shut the door to her room. As she stood by the door she heard some music turn on. She walked away from her mother's room and headed to her own. She thought about the argument once more.
Her mother thought about leaving them. Samus knew it wasn't true. Her mother said that all the time in all her arguments and it has never been close to happening. She shrugged it off and hurried down to her room. Arguing was a part of life. She knew it would never mean anything in her family. Samus knew as long as she suppressed her own happiness and focused on singing, everything would be okay.
It had to be.
End Of Chapter
So what do you guys think? I tried to make it as short as possible. I hope it wasn't long for ya. So let's see the results from guessing who's POV'S is who's and it seems no one was right who reviewed. They may have gotten one right, but the rest were wrong. I don't think anyone got all three. But I wasn't expecting anyone to get it. I made the second POV sound snobbish and it made you all think it was Peach huh? But it was actually Zelda. And Peach is the model and Samus is the singer. So now that we know who is whom we can get this story started. Oh and I've been using some of my vocabulary I used in school. If there are any words you didn't get, tell me and I'll tell you the definition. And I made up Roy's last name. People keep saying its Eliwood but I don't like that. I only like that to be his father's first name. Well that's it. Please review!
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