Yes, I know I took an extremely LONG break. Ugh… Actually, this chapter was the hardest for me to write so far, because I was so unprepared.

To tell you the truth, whatever you see in this chapter, is the first thing that popped into my head. I lost the summary to this chapter, so I'm going to have to improvise, the prank for this one, since I can't really remember it.

Actually, to tell you the truth, during my Winter Break, I went to this place where absolutely no technology existed. Basically, I spent my time there praying, sleeping, and talking with a couple friends who'd also come along. When I came back, I already skipped 3 days of school, and I still haven't caught up with all the work yet. My week days are really busy, and all of a sudden, my weekends are full of partying. So I can never find the time to write.

Thanks for the reviews, guys. This story wouldn't really exist without you, this laptop, and my knowledge of how to use it.

Disclaimer: Crystalicios does not, and cannot ever own Nintendo and whatever it owns. She also does not own anything from Playstation, Xbox, other video game consoles or any other video game for that matter.

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Geometry could be such a pain at times. Especially Proofing. How exactly Proofing would help Nana in her life, she would never know.

Triangle ABC is congruent to triangle DEF. What reason supports that? Theorem 14?

Nana bit her lip and frowned. She loathed geometry. Algebra had been a breeze for her, which was why she had been put into Advance Geometry. But so far, she hated it. She had run up the path of Algebra without a sweat. But even walking up the path of Geometry was taxing, and Nana dreaded this period. Besides Nana, Ness and Jeff, the rest of the class was full of people who

She glanced over at Ness who was scribbling down the answer for number 13 with ease. Of course Ness would know the answer. He was in the same class as Nana, but unlike her, was there because he was smart at both Geometry and Algebra.

"Need help?" he asked, noticing her irritated look at his pencil which was moving quickly.

"No," she said hastily, "I'm doing fine."

Ness gave her a skeptical look, then scooted over her side of the couch and looked over at her untouched Proof Chart.

"You've been staring at the same spot for a quarter of an hour. I would think that you'd be having some trouble," Ness said.

Nana hated how stupid she felt in his presence and it really didn't help that Ness was the smartest person out of her friends. She searched for something to respond to.

"How would you know? You've been working this whole time," she asked.

"I was watching you from time to time," he responded honestly, and rather boldly.

Watching me? What's that supposed to mean? Nana fought to hide the blush that spider webbed over her cheeks. She hesitated. "Watching me?" she repeated, but the way she said it made it seem even more awkward than intended,"Why would you do something like that?"

Now it was Ness's turn to hesitate. But it was only for a fraction of a second before, "It's hard not to notice you weren't doing anything. You kept crossing and uncrossing your legs, and sighing like it was the end of the world."

Nana hadn't really noticed herself moving or making any noise for that matter. This piece of information made her feel very self-conscious. Still, she asked, "Did that disturb you? It didn't seem like it."

"No, it didn't. I just wanted to see if you needed any help, is all," Ness responded in a neutral voice.

"I'm fine, I could ask Lola. I don't want to trouble you," Nana said, her head swimming with the attention she was getting from him. She was aware that they both were alone, talking in the Study Room for Juniors (Ages 16 and older got their own Study Room for Seniors). And she was also aware of the fact that his face was only a foot apart from hers. This was pretty rare.

"Lola takes Algebra, like Popo and Young Link," Ness reminded her.

"Oh. Right."

"Let me help you," Ness kindly said, and took the pencil from her. He leaned across her body to the notebook that was balanced on the armrest.

"Triangle ABC is congruent to Triangle DEF?" Ness muttered, more to himself than Nana.

He frowned, studying it for awhile, while Nana held her breath, acknowledging the fact that both of them were positioned at an awkward angle.

"Done," announced Ness proudly, and Nana saw that he'd finished the whole Proof Chart with his untidy scrawl.

"You solved the problem for me," Nana pointed out in a strained voice. She was still holding her breath, "That's not exactly helping."

Ness looked up at her from his bent position, noticed her burning cheeks, and straightened himself so that he was sitting in an upright position as he was before. "Temptation," he smirked.

"What?" this was totally unexpected from him. Ness really didn't seem like the type to suddenly spring this out on her.

"Temptation made me solve the problem," Ness clarified, and Nana snapped back to her senses.

"Oh," Nana replied. To hide the stupidity she felt at the moment, she cuttingly remarked, "That truly makes you a nerd."

Ness's smirk vanished, and Nana wondered if she'd put a toe out of line. But before she could apologize he replied with a knowing look, "I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

"Doing what?" Nana asked, echoing her thoughts.

"Making you feel incredibly stupid," Ness replied with that same knowing look that annoyed Nana. But this time, it was accompanied by a knowing smirk that reminded Nana forcibly of Lola.

Nana opened her mouth to protest but Ness interrupted her with, "You always look flustered every time I do that, and then you insult me."

Actually, I think I always look flustered around you, regardless of whatever you're doing.

But Nana didn't voice that thought aloud. Instead she replied with annoyance lacing her voice, "Would you like some sort of reward for figuring that out?"

Raised eyebrows. Clearly, that wasn't the reaction Ness had been looking for. But then his face straightened back to its normal composure, grinned and said in sarcastic voice, "I think you read my mind."

"No. That's what you do," replied Nana, returning to her Geometry work, so she could hide the grin that was starting to spread. Luckily that was the only Proof she'd had to do.

"May I join?" asked a familiar voice.

Nana and Ness looked up at Popo who had a couple textbooks and notebooks in his arms, standing in the doorway.

"Sure, why not?" Ness responded cheerfully.

Nana could not meet the same enthusiasm. The precious moment that Ness and her had shared alone, was over.

"Geometry crew? That's all I get for help?" Popo asked in mock disgust, "Where's Young Link and Lola? My Algebra buddies?"

"Lola's in her room. Talking to that new kid, on her cell phone. I forgot his name…" Nana trailed off, trying to remember.

"Oh yeah, him! I forgot his name though. Isn't he in your Geometry class?" Popo asked interestedly.

"Yeah, he seems nice enough…" Nana said, though she really wasn't as interested in this conversation.

"I wonder how Lola knows him… He's a little too old for her, don't you think?"

"Huh? I don't think Lola wants to hook up with him. Besides, he's only a grade higher than us," Nana said, scribbling down what X equaled to on question 14.

"He seems the type Lola would be interested in," Popo pressed Nana, who was too busy to realize he was curious.

"Yeah, he's a girl-magnet, but if they went out, they wouldn't last a day. I can just tell," Nana said absentmindedly, punching in some digits on her calculator.

"I think somebody is jealous," Ness said lightly, his eyes full of mischief. His eyes switched from Nana's face to Popo's to see his reaction.

"You like him?" demanded Popo, clearly taking Ness's word. His eyes hardened in disbelief.

"No! Ness is being stupid!" Nana defiantly answered.

"My sister likes a girl-magnet 9th grader?" growled Popo, as if he'd never heard what Nana said.

Ness watched them both, with a smirk, clearly enjoying their little fight.

"So what if I did?" Nana tried a different tack, "What's it to you?"

"It's everything to me! Jeez, Mom told me to take care of you while we were here," Popo glowered, "And going after a girl-magnet highschooler is asking for trouble!"

"Funny," Nana said in a quiet but angry voice, "Because Mommy told me to take care of you!"

"Yeah, well you seem to be forgetting that I am older than you!"

"Yeah, by about 2 minutes," pointed out Nana scornfully, "That really puts you in authority."

"Yeah! It does!" Popo jutted out his chin, so he looked a little older than her. He was taller than her, but it didn't hide the fact that he looked about as mature as her.

Nana rolled her eyes at him, "I don't see what this whole fuss is about. I don't even like this guy. I don't even know his name, and you're already becoming a pathetic excuse of an older brother."

She stretched and yawned, trying to look nonchalant, "Well, I'm going. See you, Ness," she said, careful to omit Popo's name and ignore his expression that was looking decidedly murderous.

"Yeah," Ness said back quietly, no longer amused. Instead, he seemed thoughtful, processing what he'd just seen between them.

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"So are you?"

A forced laugh. "I'm not interested."

Nana released a sigh.

Lola smirked.

"What?" demanded Nana.

"Better take him before somebody else does," she said with the same smirk.

"Lola!" Nana whacked her friend on the head with the battered fashion magazine she'd given up trying to read. It had belonged to Lola, who never threw away a subscription of any of her magazines. Unluckily for Nana, they were all of gossip and beauty. Not a single contained a tip of how to beat Inferno in Soul Calibur, or how exactly King Boo could win MVP in Mario Baseball.

"What?" squawked the other girl Ice Climber in protest. She whipped her arms up over her head gracefully, and the magazine came in contact with her flawless arms.

"I don't even know his name… Why does everybody think I like h—STOP LAUGHING!" Nana said angrily.

Lola whipped herself away from Nana just in time. When she determined that she was safe from Nana's magazine-weapon, she mischievously winked and declared, "I'll tell you his name. His name is P—"

Knock. Knockitty. Knock.

It was a strange knock. Curious even. To Nana.

"Who is it?" she called out.

No answer.

"Maybe he's shy," whispered Lola, all trace of laughter gone. She stared at the door, like Nana.

Nana was the first to move, she uncrossed her leg and slid from the bed and tentatively walked to the door.

"Don't!" Lola cried in a strained voice, and then added in a lower whisper, "Maybe he'll go away."

Nana rolled her eyes and ignored her. She slowly turned the doorknob, and punched it foreword, fast as lighting.

Nobody.

Nana's head flipped both ways down the hallway. There was not a soul in sight.

It was probably a prank. Nana decided, one of the boys. Young Link… she scowled at the name. He was the biggest candidate out of Popo and Ness. Then again… Nana mused moodily …It could be Roy, Bowser, Pikachu, Kirby… she went through each of the Smasher's names wondering which could be the likely culprit.

She turned around to face Lola, whose face was white with fright, "D-did you get him?" she stammered.

"No. Whoever he or she is… got away," Nana said reluctantly.

Lola breathed a sigh of relief.

Nana's eyes swiveled to the digital clock that sat atop Lola's nightstand. "Holy crow! 9:30!"

Lola raised an eyebrow. "You usually sleep around 10:30-ish."

Oh yeah… Lola doesn't know… Should I tell? I should. She's my best friend, and she'd get mad if I didn't tell her something that involved revenge…

"Yeah, but I have this thing I need to do tomorrow…" Nana quickly babbled.

"What thing?" Lola asked, riffling through the battered magazine that Nana had thrown aside.

"Oh erm… This thing. I promised Ribbon that I'd help her with her Earth Studies project," she added, trying to make the whole thing convincing, "They're studying Egypt."

"Oh, she's done with Japan already?" Lola frowned absentmindedly, staring at a picture of a glamorous model who had three broken engagements and was announcing her fourth.

Oh crap! I forgot they were still studying Japan…

"Did I say Egypt?" Nana swallowed, trying to look casual, "I meant, Japan. They're studying um… The states."

"Prefectures," corrected Lola, "Japan has prefectures, not states."

"Whatever," snapped Nana, the color coming back to her face. Curse Lola taking Earth Studies and actually paying attention to it for once…

Nana gave a yawn, mildly surprised that it was genuine, and realized how sleepy she had been; after all her day had been filled with surprises. Sleeping in the guest room with no proper sleep and on top of that, Young Link had been so kind to do her a favor and make her hair pink.

Nana flopped down on her bed and, amid Lola's squealy protests, shut the lights off. She was much too used to Lola's voice to care, and so the voice quickly became a background sound, very much like the quiet hum of the heater that was on.

Finally Lola's voice ceased, and Nana, an eager, yet tired Nana drifted off to a dreamless slumber.

X.X.X

"Nana!" the exclaim was of a pleasant surprise.

Nana groaned. She still wasn't awake yet, yet she turned around to Ribbon who was hovering gently off the floor by a few inches.

The main hallway in school was completely deserted, except for the two young girls.

"Hey Ribbon," she called out in a weak voice.

"I'm surprised to see you this early," Ribbon commented. It was more of an inquiry than a comment.

"Yeah, er… I had some stuff I needed to take care of," Nana explained shiftily. Out of all people who she had to meet in the hallway, it was Ribbon? Ribbon the empathetic little fairy, who, if Nana told her what exactly she was doing, would shame her out of doing it? Ribbon was too naïve, and innocent to understand revenge.

"Oh? I can help you then!" bubbled Ribbon.

"No!" shouted Nana, who then cleared her throat. "No," she repeated in a normal voice, "It's no problem. I can handle it, by myself. Erm… you can work on your Earth Studies project."

"I don't have an Earth Studies project," Ribbon said in a voice that suggested she was confused at Nana's odd behavior.

"Then why are you here so early?" Nana asked. She never knew the life of somebody who came to school early, so she was a bit curious.

Ribbon stared at Nana for a long time with her liquid black eyes. Black eyes were not uncommon in Nintendo City, but the look that she gave Nana was.

"I work here," she finally said in a quiet tone.

"You work here? But why?" Nana asked, forgetting to be polite and not pry into other people's affairs. She wondered why she never knew that Ribbon worked here when the 7th grader fairy always sat with them at lunch talking about nonsensical things.

"To help pay my expenses," she answered quite honestly, "I'm not as rich as you."

The tone that Ribbon said it had no trace of venom or ill-will in it. It was simply a comment.

There was an uncomfortable silence. To Nana anyway. Ribbon seemed unperturbed by it, though her eyes seemed curious as to what Nana would say.

And indeed, Nana didn't know what to say. Should she be polite and say, 'I'm so sorry' the way most people did without any feeling? Or change the topic abruptly to steer clear away from the situation?

She settled for, "I didn't know."

It was because it was the most honest answer she could think of.

"Well, now you do," Ribbon replied pleasantly, as if they were discussing the weather.

"Do you want any help with your services?" she asked quite suddenly, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could think over them.

"No thank you," Ribbon replied, though she seemed subtly surprised by the question, "I think I can do it."

With that Ribbon floated away, and Nana had a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach, the kind you get when you realize it's too late to change a decision that is so very wrong.

Nana wandered over to the kitchen, sneaking in through the door which the Lunch Ladies worked.

The kitchen was full of strange smells, some pleasant and others not so. Fumes clouded Nana's sight, making it hard for her to see. Things whistled, spoons clattered, knives chopped, and liquids bubbled. It was busy, and things constantly gave it noise. It certainly wasn't the kind of kitchen Nana had back home.

"What you doin' in heah?"

Nana jumped. Caught, by the worst of them… she winced inwardly, as she slowly turned around to face Jordan O'Dell.

"Hello Ms. O'Dell," Nana squeaked peaking up at the obese woman, whose apron cinched tightly around her shapeless waist.

The woman towered over Nana at least three feet higher than her, hands on hips (if you could call them hips) glowering at her with beady black eyes.

"What you doin' in heah?" the woman repeated, her eyes narrowing on the little intruder that invaded her precious kitchen.

"Er… Ah… Funny story actually," Nana stammered. What exactly was she going to say? To spike a certain Kokiri's dessert? That wouldn't do.

Jordan narrowed her eyes, squinting at Nana and suddenly the Ice Climber wondered if Jordan was corrupt enough…

"…Good fo' nothin' kids who thinks dey's good 'nuff jus' 'cos dey's famous! Well I says dey's gots it all in deys head! I tell yeh! I's got half a mind to get you thrown outta heah, I do!"

Nana took a deep breath. This was the first bribery she'd ever done, but it was her only chance.

"What if I offered you, this?" she asked, in what she'd hoped was a secretive, enticing manner. She slipped her hand into her pocket, hoping to fish out some money. She pulled out some Fiis, the new Nintendo currency, and showed it to Jordan, "I could use the help."

Jordan stared at Nana for one long moment. Nana thought she was done for. She squeezed her eyes shut, and as her hands turned cold, she waited for the denial.

"What you think I is? Some kinda dope-jam? Is an insult to me, li'l gal, if I mus' say so meself," she said, pointing one large dark-skinned finger to indicate herself, "Mebe I need some mo' persuasion, li'l missy."

Nana gave Jordan's sneaky smirk an unbelieving look. A rush of blood warmed fingers, giving them life and solace. Her shaking fingers groped for an extra bill and pressed it into the woman's hand.

"Now what you want, ma'am?" Jordan asked with a refined voice, to which Nana was definitely not pleased with. But she wasn't in the mood to argue.

"I need you to add this," Nana took out a tiny bottle from her backpack, "to today's dessert and give it to somebody in particular. No, it won't kill the person," Nana added, noting Jordan's scandalized look, "though I wish it would," she muttered to herself.

"Who do I need to give it to, missus?" Jordan asked, still in the refined voice.

"Young Link. He's in 8th grade, Hylian, blue eyes, blonde hair, stupid elfish cap, complete with matching tunic and brown boots."

"Ahh…" Jordan stroked her chin wisely and gave Nana a motherly look, "You be breakin' up with him fo' some nasty trouble?"

It was hard for Nana not to gag in revulsion at such an idea as this, but she nodded understandingly and whispered to her in an angry sad voice, "I saw him with another girl, last Sunday. Kissing. Holding hands."

"Ahh… dem boys can be so ha'sh on de woman's life. I remember when I was a young-un like you is righ' now… I remember a boy named Taylor. Lord, was he de fines' boy you eva' saw!"

"Erm… That's great Ms. O'Dell, but I have some other business to attend to," Nana said, not wishing to be stuck with Ms. O'Dell and her bipolar tempers.

"Awright honey, I's see that you is a very busy gal, seein' as how you have so many admirers! Off you go den!" Ms. O'Dell said, giving a rumbling laugh.

Nana turned to go, feeling grateful that she'd gotten out of the kitchen, unscathed, and hurried out.

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Lunchtime was always a chaotic place of flinging bits of food, gossip, laughter, make out sessions and… depression for those people who simply didn't have anybody to talk to. Sometimes it was a time to rush through you homework that you were too lazy to start, or had no chance to start it at all.

Lunch was a place to do anything you wanted.

"Pea soup again," Kumatora announced despairingly as she stared at the metal canister in front of her in annoyance.

"What about you Nana?" Ribbon asked, giving no indication that she remembered their conversation in the morning, though Nana knew better.

"Same as usual. Peanut butter and jelly with grapes and a bottle of water," Nana said carelessly. Her mind and heart was waiting for somebody to scream.

"Pretty healthy lunch," commented Adeleine dryly, looking at her own which consisted mostly of candy.

Kayla disbelievingly stared at Adeleine's pile of sugar-high food, "You can eat all that and not get sick?"

"That's the beauty of having messed up DNA and being magical, honey," smirked Adeleine as she opened a box of Nerds and dumped it into her mouth in one go.

Kayla's nose scrunched and she turned away; her expression sour.

Everybody on the table knew why; Kayla was the only one at their table who wasn't mutated, magical, or had any type of fame, or unique ability. She was one of the few people who had confusedly ended up in Game World without any real reason.

There weren't many people like Kayla that existed in Game World, which was what actually made her unique. But Kayla failed to realize what was so special about her. She came from Earth, and wasn't even especially interested in Nintendo, Playstation, Xbox or any type of Game that existed. Upon arriving at Nintendo High School, many people were curious and Kayla, though she wasn't especially interesting, was popular. Many people wanted to know what Earth was like. Kayla suddenly became an expert at Earth Studies, a subject all students were required to take at least one year of.

There was a horrible gagging noise nearby; every head on Nana's table shot up, looking to see who it was, though Nana herself knew already.

Young Link's face was turning colors fast. A shade of embarrassing red, then a delicate shade of green, and finally a sickish gray.

"Wa-er!" he gasped in between gags, "Dying!"

Nana grinned bitterly, shoved her chair back, and stalked to his table, the bottle of water in her hand. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. To rub it in even more.

"Why hello Link, I didn't expect to see you!" she said in mock surprise, "My, your face is really turning weird colors! Is your tummy upset?"

She cracked open the water bottle seal and opened the cap, taking a long swig of the clear liquid inside.

"Wa'er!" he choked, hopelessly swiping at the bottle, which Nana held out of reach.

"Mate, do you need help?" Popo asked anxiously (And rather stupidly in Nana's opinion), but Nana silenced him with a look. This was her revenge, and nobody was going to interfere with it.

Practically the whole of Middle School was surrounding his table, watching what was going on in mild interest.

"Sorry, can't hear what you're trying to say," Nana said in a high voice, so that everybody could hear what she was saying.

Young Link's face was turning blotchily red. Boils sprouted out from his face, and suddenly he let off a high-pitched scream that resembled a tea kettle. He tried to cover his face up, because many people were laughing.

The boils reached their peak and suddenly burst, making odd noises per boil. Some sounded like they were farting, others like popping bubble wrap, and still others giggling.

Uproarious laughter was heard throughout the Middle Schoolers.

When all the weird noises had died down (the last boil erupting to a passionate sigh) and the Middle School students had stopped laughing, Nana smirked.

"I suppose from now on, you'll need your food tasted," she said, feeling wonderfully powerful that for once, she was looking down at him with a feeling of satisfaction.

"Nana, you did this?" Young Link asked in disbelief.

"You asked for it," she snapped, and her smirk vanished, replaced by narrowing eyes and a firm, straight line for a mouth.

"What do you mean, I asked for it?" Young Link's disbelief and shock changed to anger.

"I wonder…" Nana pulled on a mock puzzled look, "I simply had to return the favor. You gave me the best hair job ever, so I had to repay the favor and give you a nice face job. And while I was at it, why not throw in a little show, to boost your reputation?"

Young Link's eyes narrowed at her as he coldly retorted, "Think you're so smart, don't you?"

Nana was too intoxicated with her success to read his tone and eyes, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Oh yes, by the way," she reached out, and poked a popped boil on his cheek, to which he recoiled at her touch, "This only lasts you a day. Sorry, I couldn't find a permanent one, but when I find one, I'll let you know."

She gave him one last bitter, hard smile, turned her heel on him and left.

"Nana!" The shout came from the hallway that Nana was in the middle of.

Nana turned around to face Popo, Ness, and Lola who were waiting outside for her, their expressions unreadable.

She grinned at them, and strode over, "Hey!"

"Nana, that was really mean!" Lola squealed, "I mean, how could you?"

"How could I?" Nana snarled, her grin evaporating instantly. She couldn't believe Lola could still side with Young Link. Lola had deflated the happy balloon that was swelling inside Nana's stomach. She couldn't believe how unfair this was. All Lola did when Nana's hair turned pink was sympathize with her for about two minutes, and not say a word to Young Link. "Lola, he messed up my hair! What would you do if he did that to you?"

"Well, firstly Nana, I wouldn't have ticked him off the way you did," Lola said, avoiding the question entirely.

Nana gave her one long look of annoyance. Her satisfaction at seeing Young Link's horrified face was replaced by Lola. She couldn't believe her friend would side with Young Link. I am her best friend! We grew up together, and yet after meeting Young Link for not even a full year, she decides to side with him. He's not even as close to her as I am!

"Nana?" Ness asked tentatively, while Popo looked down quietly, unsure of what to do.

Nana's gaze flickered over to Ness's for only a brief second. His warm black eyes, normally clear with understanding, now held timidity, and in that moment Nana detested the sight of him too. He simply couldn't understand the feeling Nana was experiencing right now.

Her eyes switched back on Lola's whose eyes showed defiance, and—was Nana mistaken?—Guilt?

But in the end, Nana stared her down. But when Lola opened her mouth to apologize Nana regarded her coldly and chillingly spoke, "I have things that need to be done."

She ominously turned on her heel, and stalked away from her friends.

Revenge wasn't as sweet as she'd fancied.

X.X.X

End of chapter 5!

Oh yeah. I think I failed to mention that Nana and Popo are twins. It was more convenient for me. I know most of you probably refer to Popo as the older one, but I see both their levels of maturity the same, so they're nearly the same age.

As for Kayla, yes she is one of the few unique individuals from Earth that randomly get transported to Earth.

Also, just to tell you, I decided to call the World they're living in Game World, because I might be including background characters from Playstation, and Xbox as well. It's a bit sketchy, but basically, there are three main schools; Nintendo School (Elementary, Middle, and High) Playstation (Elementary, Middle, High) and Xbox (Elementary, Middle and High). Basically all of them are major rivals. So I might refer that to my story.

Well… a bit dramatic, if I do say so myself. Well, what else is there to say? I'm sorry for the lack of updates. SORRY! 9th grade is way too much for me to handle at the moment.

Please review upon exiting and have a good morning, evening, or afternoon! Constructive Criticism is always appreciated.