Disclaimer: Nintendo owns all characters and most of the settings, no copyright infringement is intended. I only wrote the fan-fiction.
This Series has strong language and mature content, so please only read if you're 18, thanks!
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Mario and Rosalina stepped into their penthouse. Well, Mario stepped into the penthouse, carrying a drunk Rosalina. Mario set Rosalina down on the couch and in less than thirty seconds she was snoring, fast asleep. He wandered into the kitchen for some water. Mario's hands were still shaking as he pulled a glass from the cupboard. He sighed, the kiss in the lounge was still fresh in his mind. How was he going to tell Rosa? Was he going to tell Rosa? As he put the glass to his lips he heard a knock on the door. His blood ran cold. Was it Peach? Was she coming back for more? He swallowed hard, though his throat remained dry. He crept over to the door, and opened it, not before stealing one last look at Rosalina, to make sure she was asleep still. He peeked out. He was right. It was Peach. Mario rolled his eyes so hard he was sure Peach could hear it. "What?!" He whisper-shouted. "Can we talk?" Peach asked, with a look Mario had never seen on her before. It was regret, sorrow. "No thank you." Mario said pulling his head back inside. "Please." Peach said as if this was the first time she said that, which it was, at least the first time she had said it with sincerity. Mario looked again at Rosalina before creeping out into the hallway and pulling the door almost closed behind him, leaving a small crack. "What?" He asked again. Peach sighed with resignation and focused on her feet. Mario almost started cracking up, her sad expression contrasted greatly with the sparkly, pink dress that begged for attention she wore. "I just wanted to say… I'm sorry." She muttered. Mario was taken aback. That was definitely the first time Peach had said those words. She sighed, and Mario watched as her face turned a light pink. "Don't worry about it." He said finally. Peach breathed in relief. "Thank Nintendo! You know you can be really stubborn sometime!" She said waving a white gloved hand at him. "I can be stubborn? Okay!" He joked and they both laughed. And for once in a while, it wasn't a forced laugh. Not for the cameras, not for the public, not for anybody but themselves. As the two calmed down and Peach's face started to regain color, Mario yawned. "So, can I go to sleep now?" He asked. Peach nodded quickly and started to walk back towards the elevators. Mario turned back to his penthouse door. He opened it quietly and slipped back in.
He sighed in relief when he saw Rosalina still sound asleep on the couch. He wandered back into the kitchen, glad that talk had calmed his nerves. He downed the drink before heading into the bathroom for a nice shower.
Link spun his sword around with so much force it made him look like a tornado. Malon sighed and held her head in her hands. Why was he so handsome? Malon had known Link since childhood. She was actually the person who introduced him to Epona. Malon's ears perked up. "What's wrong with her? That's kind of creepy." Said a young woman's voice. Malon started blushing s she realized she had been starting. She regained her posture and grabbed the basket of laundry she was carrying into town. At that moment Link looked up at the bridge Malon was crossing, which was above the training grounds. And he waved. Malon felt like she was going to collapse. She waved back, frantically. But a curvaceous young woman pushed her out of the way and started waving instead. Malon frowned. She looked at the woman. The woman turned and arched one perfect eyebrow at her. Malon decided not to argue and turned her eyes down and focused on the ground heading towards the laundromat. She hoped Link hadn't seen her get stared down by a woman barely older than her. She shook her head and changed the subject. Link had waved at her, her. She smiled at the thought, it seemed as though she had been waiting forever for him to notice her. She still remembered a question her father had told her he had asked Link. "How'd you like to marry Malon, huh?" Her father had asked. And Link said yes. She pushed open the door of Lasli's new laundromat. "Welcome, Mal!" Lasli greeted from the counter. Malon smiled back and headed over to a washing machine. "How are you?" She asked Lasli. Lasli grabbed a dry-cleaned blouse from a hanger behind the counter and handed it to a customer. "Same 'ole, same 'ole!" She called.
Then after handing another shirt to the last customer in line, Lasli walked around the counter to lean on a machine near Malon. "You face is the color of a tomato. What happened?" She asked Malon, narrowing her eyes. "Just thinking about… him." Malon said careful to change Link's name to "him". She hadn't told Lasli about her crush on the strongest royal guard. She could almost guarantee Lasli had a crush on him too. Lasli whistled. "Oooh! What did you say? Wait, no! What did he say?" Lasli prodded. "Oh, we didn't talk." Malon said simply pulling wet clothes from the washer and shoving them in the dryer. Lasli frowned and Malon could see her deflate a little. As the very creator of the rumor mill, Lasli was used to hearing only the juiciest stories in town. "He waved, I waved. That was pretty much it." Malon said. She obviously wasn't as good at hiding her own disappointment because she felt Lasli's slender hand on her shoulder. "Aww, don't worry about it, bab, he'll come around." Lasli said. "Besides," She continued returning the counter. "At least you don't have much competition, at least he isn't someone like Link."
So what did you Babs think of this chappy? I feel like chapter one was better, but whatever! I will be continuing with Malon next chapter so do look forward to it, thanks! v(=)ﾌ