Wow thanks for the reviews you guys. I thought that last chapter was kind of lazy but I guess not according to some people. I know I made some people go into shock by making Zelda snobbish, but don't lose hope. People can change. Like me, I can't believe I'm posting this chapter in less than two weeks, even one week. I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter Two

"Here we are," Impa said to Zelda. "The Nintendo Airport."

Zelda rolled down the car window, then placed her fingers on the open space to get a better look. The airport seemed to be like every other airport. The planes were all present and some were taking off into the sky or landing at the airport. She looked back at Impa. "You don't think it will be crowded will you?"

"I would not worry about that, Miss Zelda. Your father and mother have a private plane ready for you."

A smile appeared on the young adult's face. "I knew my parents cared about me. Traveling with noisy, common people is so annoying. By the way, how long will you be staying with me Impa?"

"Your parents insisted I stay until you're safe and secure in Nintendo. Then you will be handling everything on your own."

"You make that sound like it's going to be terrible."

"Oh no. It won't be at all. You'll have your sister Peach with you and…"

"Don't say that name in my presence, Impa." Zelda snapped. "Just the sound of her name ticks me off."

"I'm sorry, Miss Zelda," Impa replied. "But just the thought of seeing her for just a little while gives me a little excitement. I haven't seen Peach since she was eighteen year of age. I'm sure she has matured much more than the last time I've seen her."

Zelda looked away from the airport to turn her attention on Impa. "Impa, I don't understand. Why do you still like her? Didn't you see what she did? She left our family to be a part of a lower class. She's changed. Who would want to live like that?"

"Yes, I can't really explain why either. It's very mysterious for her to leave her rich life to take on the regular lifestyle common citizens live. But just like you Zelda, I have been taking care of Peach since she was a baby. I could never lose the love of someone I've been taking care of for eighteen years," Impa concluded.

Zelda still did not understand her nursemaid and she started to wonder if she was as foolish as Peach was. She decided to drop the subject before words that shouldn't be crossed were said. "I hope Nintendo is ready for my arrival."

The black limo stopped right in front of an airplane. To Zelda's surprise, she saw her parents standing by the plane with smiles on their faces. Zelda's face was beaming. "I didn't know they were coming!" She got out of the car quickly and waved to them. "Hello!"

Her mother, Isabella Harkinian waved. "Hello, Zelda darling!"

Her father, Lyon Harkinian smiled brightly at the sight of his daughter. "It's nice to see you, Princess!"

Zelda knew her father was very fond of calling her by that nickname. She never disowned it. Based on her living conditions, she felt she should be a princess. She hugged her father with all her might.

"Daddy, how did you get here? I thought you were all still on your business trip with Mother."

Mrs. Harkinian stroked her daughter's blonde hair. "We aren't exactly done. But we couldn't miss this moment. Our little girl is leaving us for a life of fame. We wanted to see you off before we go back. We're sorry we couldn't make the competition."

Mr. Harkinian's eyes lit up. "So do we have a new trophy to add to your collection?"

Zelda let go of her father excited to tell him the obvious news. "It's in the trunk of the limo. A real beauty it is. I think this one is actual gold."

"That's great, Princess! Of course I never doubted you for a second, I might add. I'll send it home right away and put it next to all your other glorious achievements," he said while reaching for his cellphone. But he stopped as his daughter grabbed the phone still tight in his hands. He looked at his daughter, confused by her behavior. "If it's okay with you Daddy, I would like to take the trophy with me. I'd like to keep it as a memoir of one of the grandest trophies I won here in Joypadana."

"Would you like me to send the other trophies to Nintendo also?" her father asked.

"No, that won't be necessary. I'll need room for the new trophies I'll win over there." Zelda rubbed her chin as she pondered. "Then of course, I must have room for all the new things I'll buy down there. I heard they have the best stores there."

"The best of the best," Mrs. Harkinian added. "I went shopping there right after shooting for my movies. You'll love all the different fashions there."

"If you say it, Mother, I believe it." Zelda sighed. "I guess it's time for me to head to my new home over there with Peach."

Mrs. Harkinian's face started to scrunch up. "Oh. Did she call you?"

"Yes, just to make sure I was coming. She really thinks I'm going to back out on this chance of a lifetime. Is she ever wrong." Zelda watched the chauffeur carry Zelda's luggage over to the plane. She turned her eyes back to her parents to see their grim faces. "What?" She asked quite curiously.

"Zelda," her father said firmly. "I must talk to you about your sister."

"Daddy, don't worry. I'm not even going to try and associate with her ever."

"Not only that, Zelda. But I don't want you to ever listen to her words. She's going to try her best to get you on her side," Mr. Harkinian explained. "Peach knows that she made a terrible mistake and there's no turning back."

"So you must not give in to her desires. She blew it and I will never let her come back after what she did to us. So please don't go to her for anything. She'll try to drag you down and be a filthy lower class like her," Mrs. Harkinian added.

Zelda lightly chuckled. "Like that'll ever happen. Once Peach hit rock bottom, I declared her unworthy to talk to. They're too different from us. Of course all my chances of fame will evaporate into thin air if I even take a glance at hoi polloi. I'm peerless compared to them," Zelda added.

"We're not expecting you to," Mrs. Harkinian said softly. "We're just reminding you, so you won't fall for it."

"Right," Zelda said, not really paying attention. "Anything else?"

Mr. Harkinian nodded. "Yes. While we were out, we stopped by Glinko's. There were some cellular phones." He shoved a hand into the pocket of his blue suit and pulled out three different pink cell phones. "We were going to pick one out for you but we couldn't decide which one to get so we're going to let you pick from these three."

Zelda's face lit up as she looked at the cute pink phones. She knew all three of these phones were rare and very expensive. "They're all very cute, Daddy. However, I feel if I take one phone, the other two will be let down because I didn't pick it. That's sort of like neglecting them." She spoke her last sentence in a very sad and sweet voice as she looked up at her father with her seemingly innocent blue eyes. "I'll feel terrible."

Of course her parents fell for this act since they always spoil her. "Well, how about you keep them all?" Mrs. Harkinian suggested. "You can take them all down there with you so when you get tired of one phone you can pick from the other two. And if you grow tired of all three of your phones, we can buy you a new up to date cell phone and send it down to Nintendo." She looked at her husband. "What do you think of that plan, dear?"

"Brilliant idea. As always, Love." Mr. Harkinian said while adding a kiss on his wife's cheek. "That's why I married you. Is this good for you, Zelda?"

"Works for me," Zelda said as she hugged both of her parents. "Ooh… I'm going to miss you two so much. I don't know where I would have been without you two. I would never have found such great styles or dances."

Mrs. Harkinian sniffed her tears away. "You've grown into a lovely young lady."

Zelda let go of her parents. "I know, amazing isn't it?" She smiled at them as she waved and hurried off to the plane. "Goodbye! Send my love to the grandparents, aunts and uncles for me kay?"

"Of course. Goodbye, Zelda!"

"Make us proud, Princess!" her father called.

Zelda walked up the stairs to the entry of the plane. She turned around and looked back at Joypadana one last time. Goodbye Joypadana. Hello new journey to Nintendo.

Restaurant

Samus glanced back and forth. When she looked at her mother, she could see her with a smile plastered on her face but she could still see something was bugging her. When she would turn to her father, he seemed normal to her. He was acting like nothing had happened earlier on at home.

He was the only one who didn't let anyone see his anger after an argument. He knew Lydia was just making a fuss over nothing as usual and he just let his life go on. But even if they were fine at heart, the silence was killing Samus.

"So…Dad," Samus started. "How was work in the studio today?" Samus could see her mother had stopped poking at her food and was now looking over at her. Her father surprisingly looked up from his plate of food.

"It was great, Sam. As usual, your father is making hits off all these pop stars. They just keep flying in my studio like bears drawn to honey." Her father joked.

Samus laughed along with him. None of his lines were ever funny, but his attempts to make her laugh would always make her smile. "That's cool, Dad. I'm glad you're still making people start off on a good music career. It's amazing how many people's lives you've changed. Much more than the people who audition on American Idol."

"Much better than American Idol. I make those judges look like beginners compared to me," her father added. "Did you finish all that theory homework for music?"

"No. I'm still working on it. Mr. Odella gave me so much this summer and with school starting a month from tomorrow it will be harder to finish." Samus' brain started to rack in pain as she thought about all the music theory she would have to do.

"Well Sam, it's the price you have to pay to become a great singer one day. You don't want to be left behind and dropped like the other failures do ya?" Her father asked hoping she would give the right answer.

Samus shook her head. "No, of course not Dad. This is what I want."

"Good answer."

Mrs. Aran looked at both them in disbelief. She sighed and shook her head. As she was about to join in, she was interrupted by a wheezy chuckle. She raised her eyes to a man with blue hair and blue eyes to match. She remembered the person instantly.

"Well if my eyes aren't deceiving me, this is the Aran family in my presence." The man said with a pearly white smile.

Mr. Aran glared up at the man. "Carter. Well this is shocking. I always thought you couldn't afford nice restaurants like this."

Carter looked over at the two ladies seated at Mr. Aran's table. He smiled at Mrs. Aran. "Hello Lydia, you're looking as radiant as ever."

"Thank you, Carter," she said with a smile for such a nice compliment.

Carter looked over at Samus Aran. He smiled at her. "And then here's Lydia's talented lil daughter, Miss Samus Aran."

Samus hesitantly smiled. "That's me."

Carter looked Samus up and down. "Still looking just as beautiful as your mother. Thank goodness for that," he muttered. But Samus and everyone else still heard him. "I'm sure you have the same singing skills as her too. Too bad I can't get you to work with me at my studio."

Before Samus could say another word her father butted in. "Can we help you before you go back to your dish duties?"

Carter smirked as he shook his head. "What repartee you have, Aran. I'm just passing by. I'm meeting my wife and the rest of the family here for my celebration dinner. We have more record deals for the singers who visit my studio. I think it's the biggest success since…well any big music producer." Carter watched Mr. Aran's anger start to boil. His work here was done.

Lydia Aran brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "You know, Carter. Darren here has made a few kids start their tours and singing careers also. We were celebrating his great achievement."

Carter crossed his arms. "Lydia, you don't have to lie for him. I know he wouldn't be anywhere without you. You're the singing sensation."

Mr. Aran kept trying to control his anger towards his rival. "Please. If it weren't for me, Lydia wouldn't be where she is right now. She was just singing at small time gigs. She's married to a man who's going to keep her on top. Isn't that right Lydia?"

Her husband's words made Mrs. Aran lose her train of thought. She hesitated with her answer. "Um…" After a long silence, she nodded slowly.

Carter looked Mrs. Aran good in the eye. "Lydia, you sure know how to hide your emotions well. You never get mad at what Mr. Aran says to you. Especially when he's insulting you."

Mr. Aran erupted with anger. "You better stop where you are Carter before things get ugly. This is why we can never get along."

Mrs. Aran dropped the fork in her hand as she coughed. It hit her plate loudly. When she stopped coughing, she covered her mouth with a napkin. "Excuse me." She looked at her husband. "Darren, we shouldn't be talking about this."

Mr. Aran caught his wife's gaze. He knew she meant that this needed to be a private conversation without Samus around. He sighed. "Alright, fine."

"Hmph. You follow your wife's orders? Maybe that's why you'll always be second-rate. I'll take my leave." He nodded to Samus and her mother and then took off to go to his table.

Samus watched the man go. When he was out a sight, she let out a groan of disgust. "He doesn't know a thing about you, Dad."

"Lydia…" Her father said completely ignoring his daughter's compliment. "You've embarrassed once again in front of Carter."

"I've embarrassed you?" She responded in disbelief. "I was trying to help you from starting a confrontation with him!"

"That's nice and all Lydia but I can handle myself!" Mr. Aran's voice started to rise. "I think it's your duty to just sit there and let me do the talking."

Samus felt nervous as her mother glared at him. "You know sometimes I just don't know what you want me to do. You want me to help at first and then all of a sudden you want me to just stay 's no way to please you is there?" Without waiting for a response she continued. "But I need to face reality here. I'm dealing with a man who can't even realize what his daughter wants."

"Mom please, I really am okay. I told you this earlier on." Samus said trying to break up the argument. "I do not have a problem with singing. I love every minute of it."

Her mother shot her eyes angrily over at her daughter. "Samus, it's time you stop lying to yourself and realize that you're doing too much. You may love singing, but isn't there something else you would rather do? I was in the same shoes as you once and I always desired to do more."

Samus bit her lip. Her mother was speaking the truth. She always had special desires to do other things. But if she said yes to her mother she would be letting her father down and who knew what trouble they would land in after that. This was all confusing, but she knew if she kept lying her mother would accept it and hopefully never bring it up again. "I'm fine with how my life is."

"You see?" Mr. Aran sharply cut off Samus' sentence. "She's fine with it. Maybe it's you who doesn't know what she really wants."

Mrs. Aran looked at her daughter. She didn't feel there was anything else to say. She looked very disappointed with Samus. But she kept it to herself. "Whatever you say," she muttered.

"Mom..." Samus started. But she could see her mother was not going to answer her any time soon. She looked over at her father who was now eating with a satisfied look on his face. Her family arguments were starting to give her a migraine.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to head home now. I'm not up to much more family time." Lydia Aran scooted her chair, grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Fine by me," Mr. Aran muttered as she watched her exit out of the restaurant a few seconds later.

"Mom wait!" Samus called as she ran after her mother. She dashed out the door and after her mother who was already near her car. Samus had wished her mother wasn't set on driving to the restaurant alone, in hopes something like this wouldn't happen. She felt the rain hit her hair. She had forgotten it was raining hard outside. Her mother didn't turn around to the sound of her voice. "Mom, listen to me!" she pleaded.

Her mother stopped and turned, bearing a crossed look on her face. "What?"

Samus grabbed her mother's hand. "Please don't leave. This is a time for us all to talk like a family. To talk about the good things. Not about my future, Mom."

"Samus." Her mother only called her by her real name when she was either angry with her or was trying to be serious. "How can we possibly be talking about your future, when I don't even know what it is? You keep lying to yourself."

"Okay, I am! There are other things I would like to do with my life," Samus confessed. "But…I don't want to let you or dad down."

"Samus. You don't have to worry about letting us down. If there's something else you want to do, you should do it. We can accept it."

"I know you will. But I want to try singing first. I want to see if I am able to handle a music career. I want to make you all proud after all," Samus said quietly.

Mrs. Aran let her hands drop. Her words were finally making sense to her. This was Samus telling the truth now. She lit up her face with a understanding look. "Okay, Sammie. It's your decision I suppose. No it is your decision," she said with confidence in her voice. She placed her hands on her daughter's cheeks. "I just want you to know that whatever happens from here and now on, I love you."

She hugged her mother. "I love you too, Mom."

Her mother opened her car door and climbed inside. "You better wait on your father, Sammie. He'll need some comfort."

"Okay. See you later." She waved as her mother drove off. She closed her eyes. "I guess everything is okay for now." She started to walk back to the restaurant. My parents really do argue about me a lot. Sometimes I wonder if they ever worry about themselves. Samus was so wrapped in her thoughts she didn't notice the stairs were very slippery. She started to run up the stairs but as she hit the third step, she slipped in a puddle and started to fall forward. She gasped as she realized she was going to hit the ground. She shut her eyes preparing for impact but she felt a pair of hands grab her shoulders and pull her back. Samus fell back into the person who grabbed her. She caught her breath. She tried to move forward but the person had a tight grip on her body. This guy may have saved her, but she didn't know who it could be. It could've been a perverted man or someone worse.

"Are you alright, Samus?" A male voice.

Samus' fear drifted away. For a perverted man, he had a very soothing and trustworthy voice. "I…I'm fine."

"Good. I thought you were going to mess up that pretty face of yours," The male said with a light chuckle. He let go of Samus and lightly pushed her ahead. "You better hurry in to your dad."

Samus stopped herself from walking forward. She flipped around quickly. "But how did…" She looked and saw no one. It was just her alone. "…you know my name?" she whispered.

"Miss Samus."

Samus turned and saw her second cat like guardian Mewtwo. He had teleported right in front of her. Between Mewtwo and Ganondorf, Samus felt she could tolerate Mewtwo the most. "Yes, Mewtwo?"

"Mr. Aran sent me a telepathic message to check on you. I believe I don't have to remind you about how he dislikes you being outside for too long. He wants you back inside immediately."

"Um…" Samus peered through the rain trying to look for the mysterious guy. He was definitely nowhere. "Okay." Who was that guy? I don't know why… but there was something about his voice that sounded so… I don't know. This may be the last time I see him anyway.

Little did she know that they would be meeting up again.

The Hostel

"Heads up!"

Peach lifted her head up for a second. Her face came to face with a wet sponge. Peach groaned and pulled the sponge off her face. She looked over at Roy's innocent blue eyes and mustered up an evil glare. "Roy, you're so immature!"

Roy smiled. "It was just an accident. I was trying to launch the projectile into the sink but the trajectory was all out of whack. I had no idea…"

"Don't use that scientific tone with me!" Peach said while waving a finger at him. "You know you were just trying to make me smile when you know I'm still mad at you."

Roy looked at Peach's face. "It worked didn't it?"

She turned away from him, wanting to laugh. "No."

Roy snuck up behind her and gave her his cocky grin. "Yes it did."

It was getting harder to contain her laughter. "It wasn't funny."

"Come on. I know you just want to flash those pearly whites of yours and smile." Roy commented.

Peach sighed. "You know what?"

"Wha…" Peach cut him off when she shoved the same soapy sponge in his face. She smothered it all over his face watching all the soap form. Peach finally had an excuse to laugh. "I really do want to laugh…now." She continued to laugh at him.

He gasped for air trying to clean the soapy taste buds from his mouth. "Funny, Peachie. But…" Roy threw his water in his bucket so fast she didn't have time to duck. The water soaked her from head to toe. "I can be even funnier."

"Roy, stop!" She looked at her soaked clothes. "Ugh… now I have to go change. Stop messing with me when I'm angry with you!"

"You're not mad at me. You like me too much." Roy's smile started to weaken, as he saw the angered look on Peach's face. "It was just an accident. I'm sorry we got to the Photoshop late," Roy elaborated.

"But I was so looking forward to it. This was going to be a big moment for me." She got up and looked at her jeans. They were so soaked. She scrunched up her face as she felt the uncomfortable feeling of the jeans sticking to her skin like her hair and sweatshirt were. "This is just great."

"Hey, at least you smell squeaky clean. You'll be ready for the photo tomorrow," Roy joked.

That did it for Peach. She grabbed her bucket and dumped all its contents on Roy. But she had forgotten her bucket was empty.

Roy smirked. "Ha! What are you going to do now?" he challenged her.

"This." Peach carelessly dropped the bucket on his head and walked off. "Finish the floor, if you can't get that bucket off your big head!"

Roy pulled the bucket off his head quickly. He hurried after Peach. "Hold on, Peach!"

Peach didn't look back at Roy. She stormed out of the kitchen and then jogged up the stairs. She kept on walking until Roy's strong hands grabbed her shoulders and held her in place. "Leave me alone," she hissed.

Roy was shocked by her friend's behavior. "You're not really that mad at me, are you?" To Roy's surprise, he heard a sniff come from Peach.

"No." she said in a whimper.

"Well then what's wrong?" Roy turned Peach around to see her worried expression on her face. She had tears falling down her face.

She gave in to Roy's concern. "I'm just…so worried. About my future I mean. What if this whole modeling thing doesn't work out? If I don't get the job I don't know what I'll do."

"Does it really matter a lot to you, Peach?"

The blonde nodded. "Remember what I told you one of my goals was? I was going to become so rich and successful on my own without the help of my money-loving family. I want to be able to use my money to help others and not be money-hoards like my parents. I want to help make a difference in the way modern people stereotype rich people. I want them to see that they can trust some of us. So I have to have this job. Otherwise, I won't be able to change anything. I mean this is all I can do."

Roy looked deep into his friend's eyes. "Peach, you can't dwell on that. You don't know what's going to happen yet."

"But all those other modeling places turned me down… and I…"

"Don't worry about those places. They don't know that they turned down a terrific girl. And hopefully this modeling agency will see you as the spectacular girl I see you as every day."

Peach stared at Roy for a moment. She then smiled at Roy's behavior. "Stop, Roy. You're getting all mushy on me and for you, that's not normal." she wiped her tears away. "I feel much better though."

"Well, you better be. For a moment, I thought I was going to have to dump you for another hyperactive Peach buddy," Roy said, hoping to get his friend to return to normal.

"Thanks Roy," she said softly.

"I'll walk you back to your room." Roy offered. Peach accepted his offer without hesitation. As they walked down the long hallway to her room, Roy began a conversation. "So what do you plan to do to reach this goal of yours?"

"Well, I plan on having three things. Number one, I want to have this modeling job, I know it will get me far into this world. I know I can work to the best of my abilities and maybe… just maybe make my name known in a different way."

"That sounds like a good plan," Roy complimented.

"Number two, I want to be able to own a nice house. You know like the one my sister is supposed to be living in. And if I make even more money, I can live in a large mansion."

"Aww…but what about living in the hostel with me and everyone else?" Roy asked.

"Well, come on Roy. You know this is a blessing since it's so cheap. But living conditions aren't the best. The place isn't well supplied and we have to share the hot water in the showers with everyone in the hostel. And some of the rooms don't even have showers so we have to use the community showers. It was pretty annoying when I first came here."

"But if it wasn't for this place, you wouldn't have met me."

Peach smiled. "That was one great thing about coming here. But I promise if it ever does happen, I will make sure to build the most glamorous hostel for you guys that I can. And they will be stocked with everything and full furnished."

Roy nodded. "Sound like a deal to me. And number three?"

"Number three…" Peach sighed. "I hope I find a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend?" Roy raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah. But not just any boy, he's going to have to follow some requirements. I need him to be able to be very supportive and I want him to have a job that's successful. I want him to be a big help in keeping my goals alive. Oh and he must also be very attractive," Peach concluded with a laugh. "So then one day we could get married and raise kids who will keep our traditions running and they'll have a pretty face while they're at it."

Roy didn't say anything at first. He sighed and looked at her. "I thought girls were looking for the guys who keep a smile on your face. You know, the average boy."

"Please, Roy. That was back in the day when hamburgers were a nickel and gas was 10 cents a gallon. These days it's all about appearance and what you have to offer to a female," Peach explained.

"I see. I guess that means…"

Peach looked at Roy with her eyes rapidly blinking about his statement. "Means what?"

Roy shook his head. "It's nothing." He grinned at his best friend. "I hope you succeed in your goals. And if someone tries to bring you down, I want you to know I'm behind you 100 percent."

"Thanks Roy. That's nice of you." Peach yawned as they reached the door. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to hit the bed. Oh! But we have to finish the floors…"

"No, you go to sleep. I'll handle the floors. It was my fault anyway."

Peach looked at Roy. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Go and rest." He waved to his friend. "See you in the morning." He took off back to the kitchen.

"Bye." Peach closed the door behind her. Roy, I hope whomever the guy is I marry, he's as sincere and caring as you.


Mr. Jones, head of the hostel Peach and Roy were staying in, looked at his new customers. "So how big of a room do you need?"

"Not too big. Just enough room for my brother and me," The male voice replied.

The owner looked at his notebook filled with the rooms open. "Well you're in luck, son. We have a duo room open here. I can have it all cleaned up and ready for you quickly, if you don't mind waiting."

"We can wait. Take your time."

Mr. Jones nodded. "At least there are some people who can have patience in this world. Let me go check out the room for you boys." He left his desk leaving the two guys alone.

The male's younger sibling grabbed onto his brother's jacket and tugged it. "Are we really going to like it here brother?"

The older brother smiled at his brother and ruffled his hair. "Oh yeah. We're going to like it here a lot."

End of Chapter


Oh dear. This story is going rapidly slow. Well what do you think? I promise the girls will meet up together soon and there will be new characters showing up soon also. Peach and Zelda will definitely meet up next chapter but that may be it. But be patient with me please because I'm trying to make these chapters short. Which means less action for each chapter. Please review this story of slowness.

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