Marth: (grumbles)

Roy: What's that, Marth?

Link: He's just mad because he-

Roy: Had to sit here while the authoress wrote out the rest of the story?

Marth: Sure, why not?

Link: I kind of doubt that, anyways, the authoress does not own Super Smash Bros. Nintendo does.

I wish I did though...

Revealed: We are the Super Smash Bros!

Dinner that night was never better, even though the wonderful foods that the Smashers had once enjoyed in the Smash Mansion were a lot better than the food rations of the Great Fox. It turned out that during the whole three-year period, none of the smashers had contact with one another, except the few new smashers who may have had some contact with the older smashers. At one point, the entire group of older smashers began talking about just how the worlds had split. Little did they know, this talk would end in bitter taste.

"Say, why did the worlds split apart like they did?" Captain Falcon had raised his voice in question to Master Hand. Silence came over the group as the smashers either wondered or thought back to how it had happened.

Master Hand was silent for a moment, before replying. "I don't have the answer for you, but I think someone else here does."

Confused murmurs rose before many eyes set onto the four smashers who had been missing for the whole three years. Roy found Katan's hand inching into his own, gripping his own larger hand nervously. He gave her a reassuring squeeze back. Finally, Ness rose.

"On Christmas morning," he began, giving a nervous look to Katan, who nodded to him to continue, "As you might remember, us younger smashers were making the rounds yelling that it was Christmas…"

Many of the Smashers nodded. Marth grimaced as he remembered that part; he'd had a hangover, and not to mention was exhausted after his night with Samus. He'd gotten up all the same, peeking his head out as a screeching noise erupted as Roy had passed his room on his way down stairs after a large screeching noise from his neighbor's room, which just so happened to be Katan's room.

"Anyways, I had gone to rouse Pichu from Katan's room, since he wasn't up yet. But when I went in there, I only found Luan." Ness blinked. "But something was wrong with him, like he was possessed or something." Roy winced as Katan's grip got tighter on his hand. He could feel her shaking a bit. He wondered if he should excuse himself and her from this. When he looked to her eyes, he saw only sadness and pain, but there was no look of wanting to escape.

"Then, Katan and Pichu came in. Luan started talking to Katan in a strange language, and he threw something at her, then she, well…" Ness looked to Katan, loosing his nerve to tell the story.

Katan smiled painfully at Ness, and then took over. "My brother released my dragon blood, thus turning me into a dragon."

There were frightened gasps. Zelda's eyes bulged; Katan had been attacking her the day it happened, but it was more of a pleading than actual attacking. "Due to my size, a large hole was opened in my room. My brother changed into his dragon form, still trying to control me. I tried to go to Zelda for help, but she didn't know who I was." Katan looked apologetically to Zelda, who was now focusing on her food. "I saw Roy, who also didn't recognize me, then I flew off, loosing Luan, which allowed me to turn back to my human form. I landed where Luan's dragonstone, his source of power, was in a machine. I destroyed the machine, which unfortunately destroyed Nintendo. None of it was actually my brother's fault however; he was being controlled by an evil man."

There were murmurs, some of disagreement with her last words, some of shock, and others of wariness towards their fellow smasher. Roy gave another reassuring grip as Katan shuddered in pain as she remembered her brother.

Link looked over at Marth, who was concentrating very hard on his food, like Zelda. Frowning, he patted Zelda's arm. "Its okay Zelda, there's no way you could have known." Link whispered. He caught Roy's eye, who suddenly frowned. Link froze. Did Roy think he was talking bad about Katan?

Said swordswoman let out an abrupt sob, the grief realized. She had no clue where her brother was, let alone if he was okay. Marth concentrated more on his food at Roy murmured softly to Katan. On Katan's other side, the angel-like boy, Pit, also tried to comfort the girl.

Finally Roy stood up. "If you'll excuse us, Master Hand." He said quite strongly. Marth visibly shuddered, and Zelda froze. Pit looked wide-eyed at Katan and Roy as Katan stood and left the room, Roy at her side.

After they were well gone, Master Hand let out a sigh. "I suspect there's more to this story?"

"Yes sir." Marth stood this time. He was quite shaken, remembering his part. "I had just gotten up after the younger smashers had made their rounds. I got dressed, and was about to do something else when I heard screeching from next door, as well as the sounds of a building falling apart. I went to the door after picking up Falchion, and stuck my head out just as Roy ran past, his face looking as though he'd seen a ghost. I felt there was something wrong, so I followed."

"I too saw Roy run past, and followed with Marth." Link volunteered. "We came outside right behind Roy, and Roy was in hysterics. Marth tripped him to slow him down, and Roy nearly punched Marth in return. It was then, we saw Luan, only he was in human form by now. A guy had possessed him that we had met at the mall named Eula. He was the murderer, and had been using Luan to do his dirty work." Link smartly left out the part that it was Luan's jealousy for Roy and Pichu's being so close to his sister. Ness and Pichu watched with large eyes, seeing as they had been with Katan when this happened.

"Then Samus came running, and she wasn't wearing her suit and well… Luan pulled out a gun and killed her." Link watched both Samuses. Zero Samus smirked while Samus turned to Marth, effectively cutting off Link's view. "Then we saw this white light approaching, and next thing I knew, Marth tackled Luan and well… stabbed the poor kid through the head."

Some smashers laughed while others were appalled. Marth had enough by now. Without a word, he kicked his chair back. "The next person who laughs at Luan is going to have to answer personally to me! Marth! Or any of you who have anything else bad to say about Luan, or Katan, or myself, or anyone else!" Marth stomped off, leaving everyone else speechless at the abrupt fit. Samus blinked before standing and leaving to calm Marth down with an apology to the rest of the smashers.

Once they were sure Marth was gone, the smashers began asking questions again. "What was that white light?" Popo volunteered this time.

"I'm not sure… whatever it was, it tore apart the world and sent us back to our respective planets…" Link continued. "Katan would know more… I'm not sure of anything."

After that, the conversation went elsewhere, as though everyone was afraid that Marth would get mad over him or her just discussing the topic. And after a while, the smashers dispersed to prepare to get ready for battle and sleep.

Roy led the way into the room he had been given, Katan in his arms sobbing. He felt bad, and wondered if he should tell her Marth's part in the whole scheme of things. He decided not to for the time being.

Sitting on his bed, he held her for what seemed to be an eternity. He barely picked up Marth's yelling from the dining area, and heard his angry words being soothed by Samus as they passed his room. Roy closed his eyes, remembering that White Christmas like it was just yesterday…

"Roy?"

"Yes, Kat?"

"Luan's dead, isn't he." Katan seemed to whisper softly, her usually even voice cracking.

"Y-yes. I'm so sorry Kat…" Roy held her closer, but no heavier sobs came forth. Eyeing the scab on his arm from the battle in Desert the week before, Roy began to rock back and forth in a calming manner. He vaguely remembered his mother doing it, all those years ago, when he had accidentally cut his hand on his father's giant blade, Durandal.

Silence reigned for several more minutes, then Roy heard Katan let out a soft sigh; she had fallen into a blissful sleep. Gently laying her down on his bed, he studied her face.

She was certainly much tanner than she was three years ago; one of her ears held a golden ring with a sphere of white stone at the bottom of the ring. With a start, he reached into his shirt and pulled forth two of his most prized possessions; his and Katan's dragon stones.

He looked at Katan's first. It was swirling a sleepy blue, giving the mentality of its owner off perfectly. His own red stone was swirling quicker, giving him the thought of mixed, unhappy feelings. He remembered once upon a time, when they had been back at the Smash Mansion, when he had first seen Katan's dragonstone; she had been sleeping. His mother had a dragonstone as well, but it had vanished when she passed away. Looking back at his dragonstone, he began to wonder just where Katan had found it. Luan had appeared in his room the night he learned about dragon stones; the kid had been rather accepting back then.

Replacing Katan's dragonstone around her own neck, he pulled the blankets over her. She opened her eyes.

"Roy?"

"Yes?"

Katan didn't answer, but sat up. She gasped as she realized her dragonstone was now hanging around her neck. Looking at it, a quizzical look passed over her face. "I forgot about this."

Roy smiled. "I kept it safe for you. Nils told me that it would sometimes disappear if you died, so that's the one thing that kept me… well… me since you disappeared."

Katan let out a gasp, and went silent, staring at the sheets. She then crawled to Roy's side and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Roy."

"No prob-" Roy paused as a scratching noise came from the door. The two stared at the door as the scratching continued. It paused momentarily, then the door opened to a curious angel's face and a baby mouse that squeaked with joy. Pichu launched himself off of Pit's shoulder, and almost didn't make it to the bed. He scrambled onto the bed and was soon snuggling against Katan's midriff.

"Ah, sorry, the little mouse wanted in, and he couldn't reach the door so I thought I'd let him in, I hope I wasn't disturbing anything..! Are you okay? I'm really sorry, I really hope I didn't enter at a bad time to let the little mouse in and-" Pit's eyes were wide before a hand pushed him out of the doorway.

"I'll take care of angel boy here." Ike nodded to Roy and Katan, his face gentle as usual. "Good night."

"Night Ike, uh, night angel boy?" Roy ever so smoothly, could not recall said angel's name.

"His name's Pit." Katan smiled, re-melting Roy's heart as Ike's waving hand disappeared around the corner of the door.

"Well… I suppose we should get some sleep." Roy looked at the clock on the wall. It read 10:08. "I guess its still a bit early…"

Katan merely smiled before sinking into Roy's protective arms.

Meanwhile, Marth was cooling down.

"Shh, its okay Marth." Samus held his arm as the ex-prince continued to shake. He stopped abruptly.

"Samus."

"Marth?"

"I don't want you to go into battle when it does happen." Marth raised his head, his eyes full of resolve. "It's going to be too dangerous."

"No. I'm coming." Samus pleaded.

"Please, Samus, I've lost you once, and I don't want to lose you again." Marth began to shake again. "And last time I did, I killed our friend's brother."

"You what?"

"I killed Luan."

Samus took this in. She had died shortly before the world supposedly blew up, so she had no clue as to what had happened. The last thing she'd seen was Marth's tear stricken face as he called to her.

"Marth, I'll be prepared for battle this time. Last time, I had no clue what was happening. This time, I'll have my Chozo suit. I won't die."

"Samus, you know why else I don't want you to fight." Marth stared deep in her eyes.

"Its too early. Marth, I'm fighting. You have nothing to fear. I've made it on my own for years. It just happened that the one time I was caught off guard was fatal. This time, I'll have my group to back me up.

Marth was silent for several minutes. Finally, he gripped her hand. "Alright. I have faith in your words, dearest."

"Then let's sleep."

"Yes…" Marth now pulled Samus into his own arms, his shaking fit long gone. "Just remember that I love you, Samus."

Samus smiled. How lonely she had felt for the past three years, not being able to talk about Marth or any of the smashers with the three ex-riders of Desert. "I love you too, Marth."

With that, they crawled into their bed, their lips meeting before drifting off into their dreams, together.

Master Hand felt as one by one, his smashers fell asleep. With a sigh of relief, he wished Ness and Mario good night, and retired to his own quarters. Crazy was there, floating back and forth, twitching, and hiccupping.

"Crazy? What's the matter?" Master Hand asked his brother. He could feel the worry emanating from the twitching hand, which was the last feeling he thought he'd ever pick up from his brother, who was usually happy and carefree, no matter the situation.

"Many shall die tomorrow in combat." Crazy froze, a deep voice coming from the hand. Crazy's body then spasmed, and fell to the floor.

"Crazy!"

Crazy's body was prone on the floor. Worriedly, Master Hand touched his brother, who jumped up. "Hiya, Master! Want to play some Super Smash Bros?"

Master Hand froze. Play the Super Smash Bros? Turning to where Crazy floated off to, Master Hand went to ask what Crazy was talking about. But Crazy had gone into his own sleep-like trance, and floated around harmlessly, inspite of the strange spasms and the urge to play the Super Smash Bros...

Master Hand made a note to ask Crazy just what he was talking about. Then an idea dawned on him. For as long as he had been the leader of the Smashers, he had always known his beloved Smashers as "Smashers" because of their tendency to smash each other in mock-combat. But to give them an official name… The Super Smash Bros!

The Super Smash Bros… A family of friends with diverse talents, from eating, flying Arwings, using swords, to controlling fire in several different ways, using projectiles, and being great friends even when separated.

They are the Super Smash Bros already…Master Hand thought. They are the Super Smash Bros…

An alarm brought many Smashers out of their peaceful sleep. An explosion was heard from at least three rooms, causing other Smashers to begin to panic. Suddenly, Master Hand's voice came over the intercom.

"ATTENTION ALL SMASHERS! WE HAVE A BATTLE AHEAD IN LESS THAN TWO HOURS! BREAKFAST WILL BE SERVED IN TEN MINUTES! PLEASE THEN GATHER IN YOUR TEAMS AND PREPARE FOR YOUR MISSIONS." The intercom shut off, leaving Smashers in fits of anxiety. Everyone rushed about to gather what he or she needed. Once again, the intercom came on. "I, MASTER HAND, WILL BE GIVING OUT OTHER SUPPLIES, SUCH AS BOMBS, HEALING MATERIAL, ETCETERA."

Doors opened as Smashers' poured out of their rooms. As Mario watched his fellow smashers enter the dining area, all he could find were determined faces. This made him feel equally determined, and he followed the last smasher in, his hopes high.

Everyone was seated with their friends, words of comfort and hope being passed between them. Master Hand thought of Crazy's warning the night before. Many shall die tomorrow in combat. When he had awoken from his own sleep, the twitching, spasming hand had been missing. A mental search found only darkness. Master Hand had given up his brother for being among the dead.

"Attention!"

Silence came swifter than an assassin's knife. All eyes turned towards Master Hand, where he stood alone on the makeshift stage. Master Hand looked at the assembled Smashers; four were gone, and hopefully the three that were last known to be alive were still among the living. With a deep breath, he spoke.

"Crazy Hand is dead."

Gasps of shock erupted, and the volume rose to great levels. Master Hand had to call attention several times before the Smashers calmed down enough to listen. "I also am changing the teams due to a few... problems."

"Team One is still lead by Mario. The team members are Lucas, Zelda, Link, Kirby, and Peach. Team Two, led by Samus, will consist of Ike, Roy, the Ice Climbers, and Doctor Mario. Team Three, led by Captain Falcon, consists of Red, Zero Samus, Ness, Jigglypuff, and Luigi. Team Four is Falco, Pit, Katan, Young Link, and Marth. Finally, Team Five is led by Fox, and had Diddy Kong, Donkey Kong, Yoshi, Pikachu, and Pichu. You all have the mission assigned to your group number. Alright, eat, and meet in your groups. Once your plans have been finalized, meet me in the Hangar for your weapons and extras."

As the food was placed before the smashers, there were murmurs of dismay, joy, anxiety, and numerous other feelings. Breakfast, though usually a group favorite, was bland, with the oncoming thought of war and possible death. Soon, the Smashers abandoned their food and joined in groups before heading to the Great Fox's hanger.

Each smasher was given their weapons of choice. Katan was overjoyed as Master Hand produced part of her once lost dagger collection. Every dagger disappeared onto her being, and soon only her nameless broad sword was the only visible weapon. Roy received his Sword of Seals, Link, the Master Sword, Marth got his Falchion, along with Samus's bracelet, and everyone else received their weapons. Then each smasher received a burlap backpack filled with other items; each sack contained two maxim tomatoes, emergency rations in case of getting lost, motion sensor bombs, an invisibility device, and four poke balls. Also included with each sack came different styles of headsets, some disguised as other things, some not, depending on the mission. Some smashers were given special items, such as a fire flower, star rods, super scopes, beam swords, and Kirby was given a new warp star summoning device.

Master Hand then pulled out a crate from seemingly nowhere. "Smashers, these are very special items called a Smash Ball. They're hard to find, as they will only appear at the most random of times. They're a fairly new discovery; they appeared as soon as our enemies, called 'Primids,' appeared. If you ever happen across one, save it, or use it if you must." Opening the crate, Master Hand pulled out a ball of energy that had a colorful rainbow tinge to it. Within the ball was an off-centered cross; the Smash symbol. "Each of you gets one." The strange balls were handed out to each Smasher.

"Alright Smashers, its time to say your good byes to one another." Master Hand said, the pain echoing in his voice. "Some of you will not make it out of this battle. I like to think that in a perfect world, everyone will do just fine, and that after all of this is over, we could finally have our second tournament. But everything's not perfect. I want you all to know, that you are the Super Smash Bros, and even if you go down in this fight, you will always be a part of the Super Smash Bros."

A cheer rose from the Smashers. Tears poured freely among the company as heartfelt goodbyes were exchanged, lovers giving possible last kisses, hands being shaken. Thoughts went out to Mr. Game and Watch, and the three still missing Smashers, Bowser, Ganondorf, and Mewtwo.

The Star Fox team said good-bye to their own two members of the Smash Corps. Fox and Falco gave strong grins to Krystal, Katt, Slippy and Peppy, promising that they would defeat the evil they were faced with. The two pilots then said their good-byes to each other.

"Katan, be careful." Roy cautioned, pulling her into his arms as though it would ward her from all harm.

"You too Roy." Katan gave him a soft, unsure kiss.

Marth spoke quickly to Samus. "I want you to be very careful. And if there's almost no chance at success, I want you to get out of there as quick as you can."

"It's okay Marth. I'll promise to do just that as long as you do just the same." Samus smiled sadly at her blue haired lover. With one last kiss, they joined their friends.

Link was glad that he was with Zelda. But all the same, he worried about his younger self. "Mini-me, I want you to be very careful. Stick with Katan and Marth, they will be able to show you something with your sword if you ask them nicely."

"Okay big-me!" Young Link, like several other younger Smashers, was excited at his mission. "You take good care of Zelda! And I'll see you when this is all over!"

"I will. I always do, always will." Link ruffled Young Link's hair. "See you around, mini-me."

"Tch, I concur, Link." Zelda teased, approaching from where she had been talking to Peach for a moment. "I think this time, I shall take good care of you."

"Alrighty then!" the three Hyrulians laughed.

Young Link went to tell his friends to take good care of themselves as well, while Link and Zelda joined Roy, Katan, Marth, and Samus.

"When all of this is over, I'm going to treat you all to Matthew's infamous chicken pie." Marth spoke first.

"Sounds good to me." Katan giggled. "I'm going to hold you to your word."

"You guys take good care of yourselves." Link almost seemed to scold. "I expect everyone to be there for that pie. And I mean, everyone."

Zelda pulled Katan aside. "Katan, I wanted to say I'm sorry for thinking you were trying to attack me back on White Christmas." Zelda apologized. Katan looked relieved.

"I'm sorry it even came to that." Katan replied. Zelda smiled, and the two embraced. Upon releasing one another, they found Marth to be standing beside them.

"Katan, I have a confession." Marth coughed. Katan looked puzzled, but there was a hint of understanding. "I, well… I…"

"Luan was being controlled. I don't blame you, Marth." Katan piped up. There was a hint of sadness in her voice, but her eyes were clear. "He was tortured enough. Possession by another living creature is a very painful experience, as I found out that day. Besides, he would be back in the Dragon Realm by now, and the only way I would get to visit him is by going back there and leaving all of my friends behind." Katan smiled. "All the same, if it comforts you, I accept your apology and forgive you, Marth, ex-prince of Altea."

Marth looked relieved. "I'm still sorry Katan, and I know the memory's going to haunt me for the rest of my days. I guess apologizing is my selfish way of relieving my mentality. And hey, someone finally got my title right for once!"

Katan smiled, and nodded. The three rejoined their friends, giving every goodbye they could think of at this terrible time before they exchanged last minute kisses and hugs. Finally, as the Smashers wrapped up their goodbyes, Master Hand spoke up. "Alright, prepare for take off!"

Each group of Smashers split into their respective groups, faces stoic, ready for battle. They loaded into their respective transporters, and soon took off, many tears being shed the entire while.

The Smash War had begun.

Well, someone should review. At least once? I may just have to post all the rest of the chapters if someone does review (cough cough)

Fox: oh, stop sucking up.

Ike: I sense a review is over the horizon. Do not give up.

Pit: Wow, you sound like one of those fortune cookie things!

Ike: That's what I was aiming for.

Pit: Review, and you'll get a... uh.. chapter splurge?