Hi everyone! I don't even know what to say except once again, sorry for my late updates. I really wanted to focus on my last quarter in college and it really paid off. My grades were very awesome! But now, it's game time with MSIY. Let's work this puppy (yeah, don't know why I said that either). Thanks to the people who fave'd/alert'd this fic last chapter, and reviewers, you rock my world!
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Chapter Twenty
CLICK!
"Beautiful! Gem loves 'eet!"
Peach didn't know what was more disturbing. Maybe it was the fact that she was wearing a very uncomfortable, skin-tight, black leather catsuit. The outfit hardly covered her breasts and rear. However, this was nothing compared to her first nude photo shoot.
"Okay, ladies! Move 'een again!"
Peach groaned. Or maybe the more disturbing thing was taking a combined photo shoot with her topless, model agent, Gem. Topless males never bothered Peach in the past. But there were limits when you were a 37-year-old man with an extremely hairy chest.
"Ugh, do we have to?" Daisy Marigold was suffering the same humiliation as Peach. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands once again on Gem's shoulders, along with Peach. She moved in towards his head.
Peach mimicked the same gesture except she faced the camera, bearing her false fangs. Set for the Halloween mood, she and Daisy were imitating vampires, ready to feast on their prey. This prey happened to be Gem.
"Good…turnin' out great, Gem." Luigi was on one knee, taking the photos. The girls couldn't help but smile a bit. Luigi's sarcasm was evident by the silent gagging gestures he was making at the girls.
"Fabulous! Now, Gem…he wants new…fresh…" He turned to Peach and then to Daisy. "Pretend to bite Gem's neck."
Peach looked over at Daisy who only rolled her eyes. Peach moved in a bit closer to his neck. The fumes from Gem's strong baby oil (or snail trail as Daisy called it) filled Peach's lungs, making her want to faint on the spot. Ignoring the smell, she revealed her bloody fangs again.
"Yes! Yes, Gem loves it!" The modeling agent exclaimed as Luigi's camera flashed again.
Daisy made a hissing noise, trying to sound as scary as she could. Her blood-red eyes and pale face turned into a vicious demeanor. Another flash appeared in the models faces.
"Yes! Gem…'ees…FEELIN' 'EET!" Without warning, he suddenly pushed Peach and Daisy away from him, causing them to scream a bit in surprise. "Go, go, go! Gem needs some camera time!"
Daisy caught Peach's arm to stop her from falling on her face. She rolled her eyes. "Oh lordie, there he goes again."
Peach looked at Gem who was now busy flaunting off sexy poses with his chest. Disbelief invaded her face. "I thought he was more proud of our shoot and not himself. Does this always happen?"
"If you got a camera, Jimmie boy will make sure he's the center of attention." Daisy shook her head. "Such a sad case. Oh well, means we got a break for the next thirty minutes."
Peach's right hand rose to her face. It was covered in some of the glossy oil that Gem had rubbed on his chest. "Yeah, but I think I need some hand sanitizer. My hands are traumatized from this shoot."
"Girl, ain't that the truth though? The man rubs corn syrup all over his chest. I'm going to get some water," Daisy waved before heading off in her own direction.
Peach, on the other hand, ventured over to another person. A smile appeared on her face when she saw Falcon sucked into a magazine. "Having fun?" Peach called.
His eyes darted up to his girlfriend. "Oh, about as much fun as you had touching that man's chest," he replied.
"Ugh, don't remind me. I hated that." Memories of touching Gem on his hairy chest made Peach want to gag in her mouth all over again. "One. It was way too hairy. Two. Who shaves their own chest hairs to make it resemble a gem?"
Falcon gently grabbed her hand and led her right to his lap. She gratefully took the seat and accepted his brief kiss on her lips. "Feel better?"
"Slightly." Falcon kissed her again on the lips and then dipped her body back a bit and kissed her more playfully, making her laugh. "Okay, okay! I'm good, I promise!" Her voice was breaking in a chorus of giggles.
"Hehe, good." He lifted her back up into a sitting position. "So, I was checking out Gem's fall magazine. A nude photo shoot, huh?
"I can't believe you looked at that." Peach blushed. "I was so embarrassed when I took that photo."
"Well, it brought out the sexy aspects of your body perfectly…hey!" He rubbed his arm when Peach punched him. "But all kidding aside, you look beautiful in the photo. Even in all this Vampire make-up," he added, referring to Peach's powered face and dark red lipstick and fangs.
"Fank you very mawch," Peach said in her best Dracula impression. Using her free hand, she twirled a finger through her frizzy hair. "But don't get used to this look. I feel like a Drag queen. Anyway, I'm glad you could come to see me at work."
"Hey. I owe you, Blondie. You come to my races, so I should come and see you working the bod."
"Mm-hmm. But I won't be able to support you at your next race," Peach commented sadly. She averted her eyes away from him. "I can't believe you're leaving tonight to head to Wii for the next few days. Leaving me by myself."
"Don't give me that sad look. I'll be back in the evening on Friday and then we can look forward to going to Sam's concert on Saturday." He placed a hand under's Peach's chin, drawing her face back to his."When you hang out with your friends you won't even think about me."
"I could never forget you," Peach answered softly." But it would be nice to hang out with my friends. I don't even remember the last time we did something together."
"I see." Only one certain friend came to Falcon's mind. "So, how is your friend Roy? I haven't seen him often in these past couple of weeks." He knew the answer to his own question. But he just loved to hear it from Peach time after time.
"Actually, I thought he'd be a bit worried with you hanging around now. But, I didn't expect anything less from my best friend. He's just his normal, goofy self."
And let's keep it that way, Red. You keep your distance, and we won't have any trouble with each other. Falcon stared at his hand in Peach's. He had what he wanted. Peach was his. But he still had to keep an eye on Roy. Falcon had to admit, Roy was a true friend to keep Peach from knowing the truth. The racer was well aware of Roy becoming depressed from Peach's decision to go out with him. The smug glares from the redhead to Falcon made this obvious. Falcon sighed before pulling Peach closer to him. And he wasn't hurt in the least by his actions. If Red knows how to bounce back, he should be over it in no time. I haven't done anything to the guy, so he has no dirt on me. Unless Marth told him about…he better not have. If anyone ever found that out...
"You…you said Jim! No no NO! 'Eets Gem, you kumquat! Aah!" Gem's sudden rampage caught the couple's attention. He suddenly began spinning around like a mad man and kicked over the nearest lamppost! "Get 'eet right!"
Gem's breathing echoed throughout the whole room. The employees ceased their daily jobs and stared at their boss in absolute silence. Gem paid no heed to their staring and casually slung his buttoned shirt over his shoulder. "Ugh…zee's migraines. Gem will be 'een his office."
"Heh, wow." Falcon's gaze fell back on his girlfriend. "Beautiful, I think your modeling career is going to be one hell of a ride."
"Mm-hmm." Peach joined him in his laughter, while watching Gem push one of his models out of his walking space. She pushed herself off his lap. "I better let you go check in with your family before you head seriously, I really do thank you for coming. I'll admit you have your selfish racer moments, but you know how to keep your girl happy." She ended her statement with a kiss on his cheek.
Of course this made Falcon grin even wider. "Where Falckie's needed, he'll be," he remarked. After all, can't leave any open space for Red to get a second chance. Sorry, Red, but I got this relationship signed and sealed.
Nintendo Fine Arts College
"Krystal, can you help me out?"
"Coming, Malon." Krystal picked up her pace and pushed open one of the double iron doors. She held it back and let her red-haired friend walk outside. "I got the door."
"Thanks." Malon walked out with her hands full of textbooks. The books in her hands started to fall forward and the first one fell off. "Oops. Hee, hee. I didn't know learning would weigh so much."
Krystal picked up the fallen textbook and secured it safely in her arms. "Neither did I. What are all these books for anyway? Do we have a mid-term I should know about?"
"Oh no. I'm just checking out a few books on writing essays. I'm really determined to do a lot better than I have been doing. Hopefully, I have enough energy to read these books after such an intense dance class."
"Yeah. It was a real workout. But you surprised me today, Mal. You were like a dancing queen, and even Madame Leona complimented you. You must have been really excited."
"Thanks, Krys." She shrugged and shifted her weight onto her left foot. "I just had this sudden burst of confidence. I was determined to do the routine right because I knew there was something spectacular about myself."
"Hmm? Roy's advice helped you, I'm gathering?" her friend questioned.
"In a sense," Malon responded. "I guess he really made me feel special and unique. You know, not useless like my father's partner, Ingo, calls me."
"Mmm…" Krystal had heard stories about Ingo and he was someone she never wanted to meet. She wished Malon would just come and move into the hostel with the rest of her friends. But Malon refused to leave her father. Krystal smiled to herself. "Roy. He just has this way of making everyone happy. It's like he can't stand to be around gloomy atmospheres."
"You wouldn't think that by the way he was acting today at lunch. He looked so sad. What could have made him so depressed?"
"He's just going through a rough time. A girl he really likes didn't feel the same about him. Um…you don't know her." Krystal added the last part before Malon could ask. She felt the need to protect Peach's name.
"Ugh, I've been there." Malon's face fell into a repulsive manner. "I just can't believe it. Who would turn down someone like Roy? Any girl who'd even think of doing that must be out of her mind. He's such a sweet guy."
Krystal's ears twitched from her friend's words. "…um, Malon? You think Roy is sweet?" She echoed her phrase perfectly.
"Huh?" Malon blushed fiercely, realizing she had said her thoughts out loud. She turned from her. "Erm…no…of course not! Well…yes…but I mean it was sweet for him to say that…uh…that's all." She nervously ran a hand through her hair. "Krys, didn't you think so?"
"Yes, I did. But…"
"But that's just it!" Malon quickly intercepted. "Nothing else."
"Um…okay?" Krystal hugged the textbooks in her arms. "Sorry."
Malon apologetically bowed her head to her friend. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get jumpy like that. I just thought you were going to assume that I was starting to…well, like him. But that's impossible since I've never really talked to him."
"Well…" Krystal knew well that love at first sight was possible. But she decided to keep her thoughts to herself. "You're right. Not possible at all."
"Yeah, that would be just silly. Anyway." Malon took the book from Krystal's arms and put it back on her own stack. "I better get going. I have to help my dad back at the ranch. I'll see you tomorrow in class, m'kay?"
"Definitely. See ya, Mal." Krystal tried to wave, but Malon was already walking away at a high speed. No feelings for Roy? Please. Wouldn't it be crazy if they started going out… wait, no…what am I saying? Malon would…but we're dealing with Roy here. His mind is set on Peach and her alone. But I wonder how long he's willing to wait for her? She turned to her left a bit to see a familiar guy Krystal's heart leaped with joy. I'll have to contemplate about that later. Someone else needs my attention at the moment.
"Krys!" Fox was sprinting over to her, a stunning grin on his face.
Krystal shot her hand up. "Hey! What's…aah, ha, ha!" Her words were lost when Fox sped up to her and picked her up. She giggled when he kissed her on the cheek and spun her around. "Nice to see you, too! What's going on?"
"Great news! You're not going to believe this." Fox never looked so exhilarated. He hugged Krystal tightly and twirled her around one more time before setting her down gently. "I never thought it would happen."
"Fox, tell me." Krystal was still laughing. "What's the big news?" Not too far away, Krystal spotted Falco Lombardi running their way. She waved at him with her free hand. "Hey, Falco."
"Yo, Krys." He skidded to a halt in front of them. He grinned at Fox, looking just as excited as his buddy. "Did you tell her yet?"
"Okay. You two have me anxious to know now. What happened?" Krystal asked once again.
Fox grabbed her hands. "Okay. You remember those try-outs for a brand new piloting team, right?" Seeing Krystal nod, he continued, "Well…me, Falco, Slippy, and my mentor, Peppy…we're the new team! And I'm the leader of our crew!"
Krystal felt her hands weakening in Fox's own. "…you are?" Her excitement was slowly dissipating from her face. But she kept her smile to hide her disappointment."You really got the spot?"
Falco groaned. "Personally, I'm not excited about ole Foxie here leading the team. But better him than Peppy callin' the shots."
Fox laughed with his feathered friend. He turned his eyes back to Krystal. "We just got the message today and we start training right away. Soon we're going to be flying the skies and taking care of business in Corneria and…"
"Corneria?" Krystal echoed. She looked at both Falco and Fox as if they had lost their minds. "Isn't that place in the middle of the war zone? There are troops there fighting the Aparoid race right now. That's dangerous, isn't it?" She shuddered as she thought about something. "Fox. Are you going to be taking part in the war?"
"No. Not us, Krystal. As much as I want to help retrieve my hometown, we're just too inexperienced. We're just bringing in supplies," Fox informed her.
"In other words, Fox is the leader of a bunch of delivery boys. Hip, hip, hoorah…" Falco twirled one of his talons in the air. "I hate my talent being overloooked."
"Your talent? Please, you still have a lot to learn." Fox said, only to get a sketchy look from Falco. "Regardless, dude, we're going to be the best. Most importantly, we're going to put Wolf O'Donnell's team to rest."
"Yep, he can't touch this team!" Falco added before high fiving Fox.
Krystal's smile was officially gone. Good news? Not in the least. This is the last thing I want to hear. It's too risky for him to be near the Aparoids. He told me he wasn't going to do anything foolish. What does he call this? She watched the boys start talking about Wolf O'Donnell. She remembered Wolf being the leader of Team StarWolf. He's one of the best team leaders I've ever seen. They've won so many awards, but they can be ruthless. Why does Fox want to do this to himself…and to me?
Krystal glumly shook her head. I'm sorry, Fox. But I can't be anything except scared for your achievement.
Fox noticed the empty look on Krystal's face and took that moment to bring her close to him. He grinned at her, oblivious to her emotional pain. "So, how does it feel to be dating a team leader?"
What was she supposed to say? She knew what the truthful answer was. She returned his embrace and put on her best smile. "It feels great, Fox." He gave her a brief kiss, before ridiculing Falco for mocking their affection. Krystal sighed once again. Feels just great.
Music Studio
"C…B…la…sol…okay, that's right." Samus pulled her pencil out of her pony-tailed hair and proceeded in scribbling down answers on her paper. She was almost done with the music theory homework set in front of her. She leaned forward in her chair while she happily wrote down the letters. "One more page and then I'm home free."
Just as she turned the page, her phone started to hum her ringtone. She took a small glance at the phone, realizing she had a text. Opening the text, she felt a giggle escape her lips.
"There was an ice-cream cone melting in the street. It made me think of you."
Marth, always brightening my day with randomness. As Samus prepared to reply, her cell phone slipped away from her hands and floated in front of her. She sighed. "Mewtwo…I wasn't going to text him back."
"Can you honestly say that while looking me straight in the eye?" Mewtwo challenged her by demonstrating the piercing stare of his violet eyes.
Samus knew victory was on Mewtwo's side. "You're supposed to be the cool one, Mewtwo." Her cell phone levitated over towards him, and another book came soaring her way. Once it was close enough, Samus let the book drop in her hands. "Come on. My dad wants me to do whole 'nother book?"
Mewtwo only shrugged. "I wish I could be of more help in answering your frustration. But I only deliver them."
"I already know what he'd say anyway," Samus furrowed her brows, mimicking her father's face. She wagged her finger in a scolding manner. "Sam." She lowered her voice as low as she could. "I'm just trying to be as much help to your singing career as possible. The more you practice reading music, the faster you'll get to learning new songs. Not to mention, the faster you'll get to fame."
Her cat-like guardian chuckled. "A nice impression of your father."
"I've been practicing." Samus opened the second theory book. "Is he still in his office with Ganondorf?"
Mewtwo nodded before approaching Samus at her side. "Ganondorf is still in the process of fighting for his job back. But your father is a firm man. I'm guessing this is the reason why you retreated to the top floor of the building."
Samus nodded. She really didn't want to be near her father at the moment nor Ganondorf.
"You know it isn't your fault, right?" Mewtwo questioned her.
"I keep telling myself that. But Ganondorf is out of a job because I'm back together with Marth. There's no need for a morning bodyguard anymore." Samus raised her eyes to Mewtwo's. "At least you were able to keep your job."
Mewtwo nodded. "Your father couldn't afford to let me stop watching you. After all, who else would keep an eye on the shenanigans you and your boyfriend would get into?"
Samus frowned. "Hey, we're a clean couple. I guess I just have to look at the bright side of things. If he's letting someone as tough as Ganondorf go, then he must trust me enough to be alone with Marth."
"But you appear to be fighting with a double-edged sword. While you do get to continue your love life with Marth, your father still wins by keeping you busy with things such as concerts and these books."
"It's fine. I don't mind taking part in the concerts," Samus assured him. "Singing works like a double reward for me. I get to do what I'm passionate about while keeping the family together. Sounds good to me.
"Do you honestly like living the life you lead right now?" Mewtwo asked. "You have to please your father and the same with Marth. What about yourself? Isn't there something else you would rather do with your life?"
Samus blankly stared over at Mewtwo. "For a moment I thought I was talking to my mother. You two need to understand that I'm fine with the way my life is. There's nothing wrong with doing whatever I can to keep my family perfect and my boyfriend close to me. Even if sacrifices have to be made."
"So in short, you're saying this: as long as they're happy, you're fine with this stressful life?" His only answer was Samus' movement of her head affirmatively. He shifted his eyes to the sky, wondering how Samus became this naïve. "I can understand your reasoning. But, I still wish for you to keep any eye on things. Make sure you can trust those around you."
"Huh?" The singer turned once more. "I guess that's true. Marth tells me all the time that he doesn't think our fathers can be trusted. Though, I want to believe them."
"No, I mean Marth as well," Mewtwo explained. He noticed the appalled look on Samus' face. (Not that he wasn't expecting it). "As surprising as this comes across to you, I feel you should be vigilant when it comes to your boyfriend as well."
"Why?"
"Love is a very complicated thing, Samus. In order for it to be true love, it's best that love is being shown from both sides. In other words, I'm hoping Marth's looking out for you and not just for himself in your relationship. Otherwise, he'd be no different from your father."
"I…that's...that's just ridiculous." Although Samus could let the words slip out of her mouth, she knew she was only trying to perish the thought. Never…never…never would Marth or her father undermine her. Not two people she held dear to her heart.
Mewtwo looked over at the troubled singer. He knew he had struck a nerve as he had planned. He sighed and closed his eyes. In less than a couple seconds, Samus observed her theory book and pencil levitate in Mewtwo's direction. The Pokémon opened his eyes once the book was in front of him. "Take a break. I can have these finished by the time you get back."
Samus eyed Mewtwo for a moment, before nodding sincerely. "Thank you. I guess you are the cool one, Mewtwo."
"Which has been nationally claimed," Mewtwo stated with a nod. Samus walked over to him and watched his pencil put in the answers. "Go ahead. Return in fifteen minutes."
She silently walked away, not wanting to break the Pokémon's concentration. Once far enough away and out the door, she sighed once again. Mewtwo knew how to get the singer thinking. One of his better talents besides being Mr. Know-it-all. But this couldn't possibly stick to her mind if there wasn't any relevance to it. The thought of her father and boyfriend being that conniving. Well, they both do try to pull the wool over my eyes. My dad tries to separate me and Marth. And Marth…he can be secretive. He never tells me about anything until it's too late. Like last time…
Samus shivered when she remembered Marth's problem with alcohol. Before leaving for France, he had to finish his studies at college in less than 2 years. He was way stressed and turned to drinking to ease his breakdowns. He didn't tell me a single thing about his drinking. And then, I found out the hard way, and we almost lost each other because of it.
SLAM!
"Ah," Samus cried. She looked to see Ganondorf was leaving Mr. Aran's office. Shivers swiveled down her spine as she saw the furious look on his face. His aggression was pushed further by slamming his fist into the nearest wall. She could have sworn she saw a dent form. I should say something. Even though he was always an "in your face" kind of guy, he always did get the job done. She closed her eyes for a second, readying herself.
"So, Samus." Ganondorf spotted her before she could get her words out. He walked slowly over to her, an angered look evident by his furrowed brows. "I'm sure you're happy that I've lost my job. Planning a celebration party?"
"Listen, Ganon." Samus wasn't feeling the least bit comfortable. "I...I didn't want you to lose your job. Honestly. I never expected-"
"-Cut the bull, Samus! Don't play the innocent card with me. You know getting back with that idiotic boyfriend of yours would be the end of my job. Like you said, people were scared to talk to you with me around."
"I didn't know Marth was going to come back into my life. We just happened to make up and-"
"-All planned!" Ganondorf snapped. Samus took a step back when he took one forward. She was always the spectator of the vigilante's rage, never the victim. "Your father fires a lot of people just for you. Just like that Jean kid's father. Because you couldn't stand how Jean wasn't anything like Marth."
"Now, hold it!" Samus found her strong voice. "Jean's father's unemployment has nothing to do with me."
"Of course not! It has everything to with Marth coming back to town," Ganondorf corrected himself. Growing tired of looking at Samus, he walked past her, ramming his elbow hard into her side. "I knew we should've dealt with that boy when we had the chance. "
Samus froze in place. Her right eye followed Ganondorf's trail to the nearest exit. "What did you just say?" He only looked at Samus with an evil grin on his face, making Samus even more curious. "Deal with whom? Are you talking about Marth?"
"Oh my." Ganondorf placed his gloved hand on his chest. "Has your boyfriend not told you about what happened to him some time ago? I'd figured you would have known from the scars and bruises on his body."
It didn't take long for Samus to connect with what Ganondorf was talking about. But what was he trying to imply? "He told me what happened. Mugged…by thugs… they wanted money."
"Hmm, I guess you could say he was mugged. But I wouldn't say they were random thugs. They knew why they were there and what their aim was when attacking your boyfriend that night."
"You didn't. You're the one who attacked him, aren't you?" Her eyes grew in size when the man shamelessly nodded. "What the hell is wrong with you? He could have died and you're proud of yourself?" Samus shouted at him.
"Of course. Why else hit him with a pole and a couple trashcans? Hmm, maybe we should have used a sledgehammer. Mm, whatever one spews more blood." Ganondorf scratched his chin. He knew he was angering Samus. But what did it matter to him anyway? "What do you think, Samus? Were the bruises too small?"
Samus couldn't loathe her old guard anymore than she did now."You're...you're sick. Just sick in the head." She didn't know what to do. But she couldn't help but wonder another thing: Why didn't Marth tell her about this? Mewtwo's words started to play back in her head about trusting Marth. "I don't know what possessed you and your thug of a friend to do something like that…"
"Well, you know my ole buddy. That guy just has hatred for Marth. But what else would you expect from an overprotective brother?" And it was out, just how Ganondorf had planned. He couldn't help but snicker at the shocked look on Samus' face. What could make this moment better? His answer came when he looked over his shoulder. "And speak of the devil."
"Yo, Ganon, Sam!"
Samus took a step to the left to and spotted her brother walking towards her. Falcon was running a comb through his chestnut brown hair.
Falcon smiled at his younger sister. "Is Mom around? I needed to talk to her before I head..." His voice faded when he saw the look on Samus' face. It was anything but warm and inviting. "Sam? What's up?" he asked, trying to approach her.
"How could you?" Samus stalked over to her brother, pushing Ganondorf out of her way. She stood at a safe distance. "I know you hate him. But you pushed your hatred far enough to severely hurt him."
"Hurt him? Who are you talking abou-" He was interrupted by Ganondorf's eruptive cackling. The dilemma finally hit Falcon square in the head. The truth was revealed and he knew without a doubt that Ganondorf was the blabber. As much as he wanted throttle him he had to deal with his sister. "Samus, I can explain."
"Explain what?" She snapped. "That I can't have a boyfriend unless there's money in it? When I saw his beat up and bruised body, I felt so guilty about what happened. And now I find out that you were the one who did that to him."
"You didn't even care about him back then!" Falcon retaliated. "You said he was just a thing of the past-"
"Would you just stop saying that?" Samus interrupted him. "I'm sure you're not so stupid that you can't realize that even during those rough two years apart, I always cared about him!"
"Samus," Her brother calmly called this time. The last thing he wanted to do was push his sister more off the handle than she already was. "You know I only do these things because I care. I'm keeping an eye out for you, Sam. You don't know what I've seen in my life."
"Let me guess. You went through a lot of rough times growing up?" She glared at him. "You've lived a comfy life just like me. Just quit trying to get sympathy and just admit that you're a selfish, greedy jerk!"
It was like Samus had just shot him directly in heart. She wasn't even listening to what he had to say. He wished his sister would understand where he was coming from. "Sam."
"Just leave. Or better yet, I'll leave." Samus flipped around from her brother, ready to take off, but Falcon took a hold of her arm. She looked at him, warning him to let go immediately.
But Falcon held his grip hard. He stared angrily into Samus' eyes. "So, what are you going to do? Planning on telling Mom and Dad about this? The Lowell family, too?" he asked her.
"Mm!" Samus grunted when she finally pulled her arm away. "You know what? No. I'm not going to tell them." She nodded, satisfied with her answer. "You heard me," she referred to her brother's dropped jaw. "I'm not going to say a single thing about this. We're just going to let this slide and we're going to forget it ever happened."
"Samus." As glad as he was to hear this from Samus, he was surprised that she let him off the hook. He looked over at Ganondorf who was just as astonished as he was.
However, Samus knew exactly why she wasn't going to say anything. She could only think about what was going to happen to her family if they knew. But a certain friend of hers needed to hear this tale. "Nevertheless, I want you tell Peach about this."
"W-what?" Falcon stammered. "Sam, you've got to be kidding me. You want me to tell Peach?"
"I promised Peach she was dating a great guy. I told her you were trustworthy and honest. And if there was anything you were hiding from her," She poked her brother hard on the chest. "…you would tell her. If you don't say anything, I'll tell her the truth and make her break up with you. You're not going to drown her in your mess."
"And what makes you think she'll understand when I tell her?" Falcon challenged her. "You really think she'll be jumping for joy when she finds out that I beat up her best friend's good buddy? Don't see that happening."
"Not my problem. Peach will find out from you or either me. Take your pick." Samus' voice had a dark sinister tone to it. It was as if she knew the right choice, and was daring him to pick the wrong one. "I'm not going to let her be kept in any lies by someone I thought I could trust," Samus added smugly, reminding him of his crime.
Tough as Falcon was, he knew how talented Samus was at weakening him. "Believe me, Samus. I understand how you're feeling. But I had my reasons and…"
"Please," Samus held a hand up. "Don't make me angrier at you than I already am. Just drive safely to Wii. Don't look for a call on racing day." She spun away from her brother and headed in the direction of the elevator.
How he wanted to go after his sister, but he wasn't going to leave without saying a word to Ganon. "Why'd you tell her?"
"I lost my damn job. Why the hell should I hold anything else in? No one says I have to keep secrets so you can still have your sister on your side." Ganondorf folded his arms over his chest. "Personally, I don't know what the problem is. With your sister hating you, you have a right to do what you want to that Marth kid without feeling any remorse. That's how I'd take it."
"Not everyone's like you, Ganon. I'll never warm up to Lowell. But I'd hate my sister to become even angrier at me." We argue back and forth all the time, but at the end the day, that's my sister. I do care if she's mad at me. Man…she didn't even give me a chance to explain. She's set on thinking my mind is only on money. But there's more to it.
Ganondorf carelessly spat on the floor. "Meh…whatever. Goddesses know I'm glad I was an only child with a dead-beat father and deceased mother. Too much love can break you." He smirked at Falcon. "So, how long are you going to be angry with what I did?"
"I don't get mad over bull like that," Falcon countered. "I had doubt we were going to get far with that lie anyway. Nothing's going to change no matter how much Sam wants it to. Lowell isn't good for her. And somehow, someway, he's gonna be out of Samus' life."
Deku Tavern
"We can sit you right here, Miss."
"Thank you." Zelda sat down in the booth. She let out a deep sigh while sinking into the cushioned seat. "Water, please."
"Coming up," her female waitress said. As she walked away, Zelda took this time to pull out a familiar and bright green flyer.I'm really holding this…I can't believe it...the one thing that'll get me one step closer to my goal.
Zelda read the bright green flyer once again. Nintendo Dance Competition. Guest Appearance: Lana Louffet. Zelda couldn't even remember the last time she held such an opportunity in her hands. This was Lana Louffet! There was no way she was going to let this competition commence without her being a part of it. If anyone deserved to be admitted into the Lana's Dance Institute in Wii, it was her and her alone. She could just imagine what would happen once she won. Lana Louffet will approach her and give her the gold trophy. But the greatest gift will be the words she would say to her: "Zelda Harkinian, I would be honored if you joined my Dance Institute in Wii."
And of course I would say yes. This is just too perfect. Zelda couldn't help but smile even more confidently. But her fantasy was quickly interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. She inspected the name on the phone.
H.A.R.K Guards
Her new caretakers had called her phone. She could never get over the name of their team. But her father had picked the name and loved it. Besides making sure her home was fully stocked, the guards were responsible for taking and picking her up from school. She sighed and picked up the phone. "Yes?"
"Miss Zelda, would you like us to pick you up now?"
"Mm…" Zelda Harkinian looked out the window. It was already 6:30 in the evening and the sky was a faint orange color. She sighed. It was now or never. "Come in about 15 or so minutes. I'm still getting my stuff together."
"Yes, Miss. Understood." The phone clicked over without a single farewell. Not that Zelda was expecting anything more from her own protection. A quick phone call was all that was necessary. She wasn't exactly sure why she delayed her caretakers. She was extremely tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep in her warm bed. But the thought of taking that silent drive home and then returning to that empty apartment made her stomach churn. She wasn't going to lie, she wasn't so sure about being home alone for next few months, without Impa that is. Zelda avoided going home for now, but she would have to go sooner or later. Until then, what was she going to do?
"Excuse me, Miss?" Her waitress had returned to her side. She set the glass of water on the table. "The rest of your dinner party has arrived."
"Dinner party? I don't have a…" She swallowed her words when she saw Link appear behind the waitress with his despised grin on his face. "Mmm…" she shifted her eyes to the ground.
"Do we all know each other?"
"Unfortunately yes," Zelda muttered under her breath.
"Yes, we do. Thanks for the table." Link nodded to the waitress before sitting down. "Wow, doesn't this remind you of our little date a couple weeks ago?"
Zelda finally looked up from the ground. "Okay, first off. Not a date. I was forced to go by a stupid bet, remember?"
"Yes, a bet you easily lost," Link laughed. However, it was cut short when he saw the dancer's stone-hard glare. "Heh, heh, sorry. I'm just…"
"And second, what are you doing here?" Zelda interrupted. "I thought we strictly decided to have only one encounter a day. You're breaking the contract."
"I have my reasons. Remember how you ignored me in dance earlier?" Link asked. The sudden change in her face, indicated she remembered. "I just want to know what's wrong. But I'm guessing you're still trying to cope with Impa leaving so suddenly."
"Oh really?" Zelda scoffed. "I'm actually taking that quite well. I said it once and I'll say it again. I'm a nineteen-year old, independent woman who knows how to take care of herself."
"I didn't necessarily say you miss her because she takes care of you. But I meant you miss the friendship you have with her. You won't be able to go home to tell her how your day went and stuff," Link explained.
"Believe it or not, Gaiden. I can deal with keeping my day to myself. Besides, that's what telephones are for. I'm perfectly fine." Liar, liar. You miss Impa like crazy and you've never felt so lonely! Zelda's conscience had found its voice once again.
Link smiled. "I won't argue with you. I mean you must be okay with being alone since you're planning on participating in that Nintendo Dance Competition. Krystal told me all about it."
"Did she now?" It was time for her bragging moment. She flipped her hair out of her face. "Madame Leona has always seen a prodigy within me. So of course I was going to be the one to get the opportunity. Best thing about it I have a chance to get away from this stupid city."
"Aww…you can't be serious. The lovely Nintendo City hasn't grown on you yet?"
"With people like you around here? Not a chance." Feeling her throat becoming dry, she took a sip of her water and set it down once again. "Besides, my parents and even Impa would want me to go. And whatever helps out my father as a senator I'm willing to do it."
"Mmm…well if that's what you wish, then good luck to you, Miss Harkinian." He slyly smirked at her. "But just to let you know. I think you're going to come to a roadblock when you enter yourself into the competition."
Zelda gasped, slightly offended by the man's words. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean? Do you think I'm going to have second thoughts when I try out for the competition?
Link surprisingly leaned forward, edging closer to Zelda's face. The heiress felt a familiar wave of warmth attack her face. "I didn't say that exactly, but that is a possibility. You'll see what I mean sooner than you think."
"…" Zelda only rolled her eyes when Link winked at her. "Gaiden, you're one in a million."
Her words were taken in by Link without any shame. "Aren't I though?"
"Here you go, Link. I thought you might want some water as well." A new waitress approached the table and gently placed his water on the counter.
"Sweet. Thanks, Mrs. Kokiri," Link said.
"Mrs. Kokiri?" Zelda peered hard at their waitress and her eyes rose in size. The woman had long green hair pulled into a side ponytail and a blue headband on top of her head. Her blue eyes were similar to those of her rival classmate, Saria. "You're Saria's mother?"
Mrs. Kokiri smiled sweetly. "Mm-hmm. Little Sari is my daughter."
"Mother." In a blink of an eye, Saria was behind her mother. She was dressed in a waitress uniform identical to her mother's. "Table Five is looking of their Eucalyptus Wraps. Oh…hi Link!" Saria waved sheepishly. "I didn't know you were here."
"Yeah, I actually came here looking for Zelda. She just wandered in here and I followed," Link explained.
"Stalker," Zelda muttered under her breath.
"Oh really?" Saria placed her hands on her hips. "If anything, she probably came here to make fun of my job? Is that it, Zel-duh?"
Zelda folded her arms over her chest. "Whatever. I didn't even know about your job until now. Personally, I don't see what I'd be making fun of you for. It's actually a nice restaurant."
Mrs. Kokiri stepped in for Saria's response. "Why thank you. We take great pride in our family restaurant, the Deku Tavern. Sari here, is a wonderful waitress and makes sure our spring water is at the right temperature."
"Oh, so Saria made this." Zelda took another sip of the water and then licked her lips. "Well, then. Looks like you serve water much better than you can dance, huh?"
Saria gasped and Link simply rolled his eyes. Saria made a step forward, but her mother only pulled her back. "Sari, be nice to our customers. She's actually a wonderful dancer, Zelda. She's been training all the way back to our days in Kokiri Forest."
"Kokiri Forest?" Link tapped his head, trying to find lost information. He snapped his fingers. "Isn't that forest a tavern? You take in the sick, the shut-in and the homeless, and care for lost children, right?" The elder woman nodded. "Yeah," Link continued. "My little bro and I were trying to go to that place for weeks. But someone said it was blocked from visitors."
Saria shifted her eyes away from her company. Mrs. Kokiri stepped in once again. "Yes. Saria's grandfather, my father, Deku, had to move here for work. And since the place wasn't being taken care of while we were away, the place had to be shut-down."
"Many people were left homeless again," Saria added quietly.
"Oh, wow." Link's face fell solemnly. "I'm sorry to hear that. That must have been very rough on you guys."
"Very, but we know how to deal. No matter what happens, " Saria said. She wasn't surprised to see Zelda didn't give much care to their sorrow-filled past.
"I think things worked out for the best." All of a sudden, Mrs. Kokiri snorted. "And look at us. Talking when we have customers. You can take a break, Sari, and catch up with your friends."
"Thanks, Mother." As soon as she was out of sight, she slid into the booth next to Link. She gazed into his eyes, getting his attention. "Anyway, there's actually something I want to ask you. You're going to Samus' concert this weekend, right?"
"Of course. Gotta support my friends," Link answered. He then turned his attention to Zelda, cutting Saria out of his sight. "By the way, are you coming as well?"
Saria frowned. Why does he always have to ask her to everything? Can't he just understand that Zelda will never belong?
Zelda was surprised by this question. "Her concert? Well, of course I'm not going. It's just like going to raves with a bunch of crazy immature college students. Not my kind of scene."
"Your sister's going," Link announced.
"I rest my case." She twirled the straw in her water glass. "I have an image to live up to. And if I'm even seen at a club-like concert, I'll be putting my family's fame in jeopardy."
Link rolled his eyes. "Right, right. The image thing. Seriously, you need a new one." He gained giggles from Saria. But only a glower from Zelda."I'm just saying you should go. Better than sitting at home and being a hermit."
"Call it what you will. I believe my choice in not going protects my sanity," Zelda said confidently. She then turned to Saria who just shook her head in disgust. "If you and little Miss Greenie-Green want to go to that idiotic thing, why don't you two go together?"
Saria and Link both exchanged glances. Link suddenly placed a hand on Saria's shoulder. "Sounds like a plan. Saria, you want to come to the concert with me and my friends this weekend?"
A twinkle lit up Saria's blue eyes. "I'd love to."
A bit of sweat rolled down Zelda's face. Did I just set up those two on a date? Hmph…they deserve each other anyway. They can look like complete idiots together. Too bad I won't be there with my video camera to tape it all. Sure, it was easy for her to say that. But she couldn't feel the tiny pang of jealousy creeping in her stomach.
Link grinned back. He then rotated his eyes towards Zelda's unreadable face. "Sure you don't want to go? I assure you it'll be a lot more fun than dancing in your room all night."
"I…I told you already. I don't want to go to some stupid concert!" Zelda snapped. She didn't mean to sound any angrier than usual. But something strange was going on inside her.
"Hmph, suit yourself," Saria idyllically replied. This was just what she was hoping for. Zelda was out of the way and she would finally have some time with Link. And she knew Zelda was jealous out of her mind.
"Zelda," Link called softly. He knew Zelda wanted to go. But she was just way too stubborn. What was it going to take for this vain heiress to finally be true to herself?
Zelda abruptly stood up, feeling a little out of place. "I just can't stand being around you people. You're always trying to drag me down in the mud with you. I'm nothing like you! So, just stop!"
"But, Zelda." Zelda wished she hadn't stared into Link's eyes. The radiant and beautiful eyes were pleading with her to stay. She quickly gathered her purse and cell phone and walked away from the table. She could hear Link call her name. Just don't look back, Zelda. You didn't do anything wrong.
"But you're running away," Zelda's conscience pointed out. "Just like this morning when Peach and Link were trying to be friendly. Just accept the love and concern. You need it."
She wanted to run even faster, but stopped when Link stood up. "Hey! I'll walk you out."
Zelda flipped around angry. "I don't need you to walk me out." Link paid no heed to her words and gently grabbed her hand.
"Of course you do," Link chimed. He turned back to Saria. "I'll be back in a minute."
Saria felt like she should have been angry. But she let it slide. "Okay, I'll be here." She smirked to herself once they were out of sight. Seems like I've got what I wanted anyway.
Back outside, Zelda finally freed her arm from Link's grasp. "I said I didn't need you to walk me anywhere. Why don't you ever listen to me?" She spotted the H.A.R.K guards' car approaching the restaurant.
"Because you were trying to run away like this morning," Link answered. Zelda froze and looked at the tall blonde. "I wasn't going to let you do it again."
"I only left because it was all too cheesy. Impa was only leaving for a while and you guys were acting like you were at her funeral," Zelda said.
"It's called love and concern, Zelda." Link's words were sharp and choppy. He didn't know how else to get it through her head. "Maybe if you would take the time to absorb it and act like a real human being-"
"-A real human being!" Zelda walked away from curb as the car stopped at her side. She never felt so disrespected. "Just because I don't act all dorky and sappy like you, my sister, and the rest of your friends, I'm not human?" She stood up tall, looking Link straight in the eye. "Ever think that maybe you're the ones acting weird?" She didn't give Link a moment to speak. Maybe she could finally silence him for good. "If you haven't learned by now, I didn't come here to make friends. I'm a dancer first. I step on people who try to be my friends. That's the way I was taught to live my life." She struck her finger in front of his face. "And if that's not okay with you, then maybe you can finally see that as a sign to leave…me…alone!"
To finish her rant, she let out an aggravated cry. She purposely stopped to see if Link had finally given up. He didn't say a single word and only shook his head before turning away. She sighed. Finally…
"Is everything alright, Miss Harkinian?" One of the H.A.R.K. guards came to her side of the car in an attempt to protect her from Link. He was a man in his 30's dressed in a solid black suit with black sunglasses. "Is this ruffian bothering you?"
Zelda sighed as the guard opened her car door. "There's nothing to worry about. Just take me home." She kept her eyes focused on the inside of the car, without looking back at the silent Link. She moved to close the car door once inside. But she was stopped when Link's arm barged into the door. She was just going to ask what he was doing when he tapped on the front seat of the car.
"Hey, you. Please take good care of Zelda. Her friends really care about her well-being, so make sure she's never lonely," he spoke. Zelda shrunk a bit when he looked down her. His solemn look had turned into a grin once again. "And that's the truth."
The man in the front seat rolled his eyes. "Step away from the car."
"Gotcha." He patted Zelda on the shoulder. "Zelda, I hope you reconsider that concert."
Zelda was lost. "Um…" Link shut the car door, preventing her from saying anything else. Before she can even look back at him, the car took off in the direction of home. He did it again. He lectures me one minute, and then acts like his normal self the next. He's always playing games with my head. Zelda folded her hands in her lap. He's been telling about how friendship matters over and over again. I don't want to believe him. But every time he gets that serious look in his eyes, he really makes me think about the people in my life. But especially him. Could she really trust his words? Zelda didn't know, but she was going to be thinking about this for the rest of the night.
Link smiled a bit. Why did he put up with Zelda Harkinian? She was proud. She was arrogant. She was stubborn. But even so, he knew she was lonely and he was going to help her. He just couldn't help himself. There was something alluring about her.
The Hostel
"Mmm…I need another word." Roy paced the kitchen floor back and forth, tapping a pen against his head. "Why is this hard? I never struggle with finding words. Why start now?" Feeling no words seep into his brain, he decided to give up for the moment and shut the notebook on the counter. A bag of potato chips caught his eye. He ravenously grinned. "Just a little brain food might help."
Grabbing the chips quickly, he didn't waste time popping the salty snack into his mouth. Only a few chews went by before his face went grim. When one of my true loves can't comfort me, then I have a serious problem. Man…why does she have this kind of grip on me? He laughed at his own question. You know exactly why. Because you never felt so strongly about a woman as sweet as Peach. But Roy knew Peach was untouchable for the moment. And sadly, he was going to have to respect and accept his place in Peach's life: the best friend. The one to be the helpful aide if anything were to go wrong with Peach and Falcon's relationship.
Roy mischievously grinned. I can't wait till that day comes. Falcon can't play the suave role for much longer. Then things can return to the way they should be with Peach coming to me for everything.
A tight tweak sparked in Roy's heart. His evil green envy demon was sparking up again, as Marth would constantly tell him whenever he thought negatively of Falcon. He knew his devious thinking was nothing but selfishness. He thought back to what Krystal had said to him earlier this morning. She told him to not mope, find a way to make himself better. But it was hard to just let Peach go.
"Roy?" It was as if she had heard his thoughts. Peach was standing over at the doorway, smiling over at him. "What are you doing up this late? Remember that thing called school?"
It was time to act again. Roy casually smiled her way. "I could ask you that same question, young lady. I'm allowed to stay up since I have seniority over you."
"Ha, only by a couple months." She sashayed over towards her friend, eyeing the chip bag in his hand. Automatically, her best friend handed them to her. "Thanks. The best kind of food to have at one o' clock in the morning. But seriously, why are you up?" she asked again before eating some of the chips.
"Well…can't say I'm really doing anything productive. Just eating junk food and thinking about stuff," he answered with a hesitant laugh. But his laughter died as quickly as it started when Peach didn't join in.
"…what kind of stuff?" she asked more on the demanding side. The chip bag was crackling between her fingers. "Is it something I should know about? It's not about me, is it?"
"W-what?" Roy jumped back, surprised by Peach's assertion. But she was reading him like a book. "Your name may have crossed my mind a couple times. It wasn't anything life-threatening though."
"Oh," A faint blush came to Peach's cheeks. "I'm sorry, Roy. I didn't mean to interrogate you. I've just been worried about you these past couple of weeks."
"So, basically since you and Falcon started dating?" Roy guessed. She nodded before folding her arms behind her dark pink pajama shirt. "Worried about what exactly?" he curiously asked.
"I don't know," she answered quietly. She pushed herself up on the kitchen counter. "I just really think our friendship has been suffering lately. When's the last time we hung out together?"
"Good question." I didn't even think Peach was caring about our change in relationship. Maybe she's missing me more than I thought. He propped himself on the counter next to her. "But it's not like we should be hanging around together that much anymore. We're just friends and Falcon is your boyfriend." Man, how I hate saying that. But he's already telling me to stay away from her anyway. Calling me "dead weight" and the reason why Peach has doubts in their relationship. In a way, I'm a threat. He mentally cheered to himself. Cool!
Peach cleared her throat, catching Roy's attention. "You're right. But I know you're still worried about me dating him. Krystal and Fox told me how you've been acting mopey lately."
Roy lowered his eyes. "Such caring friends."
"I'm glad they did." Peach placed a hand on his shoulder. "I do appreciate you pretending to be happy, so I wouldn't worry., but I would have liked to know your true feelings."
"I don't think my true feelings would have helped at all. If I would have straight out told you that I don't trust Falcon, do you really think you would have stopped dating him?"
"No, I guess not. I just feel guilty because I led you into liking me," she confessed. She held her hand up, stopping Roy from replying. "We became so close throughout the years and then it made you start to have feelings for me."
"Are you saying that you didn't have feelings for me during all those years spent together?" He knew his question shocked her when she turned away from him. "Peach, I want the truth. I don't care what the answer is."
She finally faced him again. "All I can say is that I've always wondered what it would be like to be with you. But, I just couldn't see it happening. Beyond friends, we just don't seem right for each other."
Peach waited for another reply. However, Roy didn't take a turn in response. He was trying to let it all sink in. Just forget it, Roy. He pleaded with himself. This is why it's a hopeless dream. You can't be together with someone who only sees you as an older brother.
"You see?" Peach's soft words broke Roy from his thinking. "This is why I think it's my fault. If we didn't become so close throughout the years, maybe you wouldn't have these feelings for me. You wouldn't be falling for someone you can't rely on. Someone who let you down."
Roy cocked an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" He didn't resist placing an arm around his melancholic friend. "Sure, you've let me down in other things like class assignments when you don't pull your weight. But as a friend, there is no way you can fail me."
There was that feeling again. Peach could never get tired of Roy's caring touch. He always meant it. "I just don't see how that's possible. You've been depressed lately because of me."
"Well…come on, Peach. Though I hate to say it, that's my jealousy flowing through," Roy chuckled, trying to make Peach smile. "The girl I like is dating some dude that I'm really not too fond of. If you ask me, that's grounds for jealous friend. Wouldn't you say?"
"You have a point." Peach sighed. "I can't get over how honest you are about yourself. But you know I don't like seeing you sad. You're supposed to be the happy one in our group."
"Well…depression is a hard thing to get up from. But you know that I'm willing to try and get back up for you." Roy squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Your happiness matters a lot to me."
"Roy, this just isn't fair." Peach suddenly hopped off the counter. "You're just being way too nice to me. Some other girl should be getting this kind of attention."
Roy smirked and jumped off the counter after her. "Possibly. But until that person comes, you're stuck with me. You're a very lucky girl to have me as a friend. I mean without me, you'd probably be curled up in the fetal position."
It was now becoming clear to Peach why she loved their friendship. So much support and care. She finally caved in. "You're right. How can I ever thank you?"
Roy scratched his chin, thinking up a proposal. "There's actually one way you can. You really want that special friendship time? Prove it." He looked down at his friend with daring eyes. "Since your boyfriend is gone till Friday, hang out with me for the rest of the week. We can make up for lost time."
"Mmm…" Peach didn't know if she was breaking any relationship codes, but it wasn't like she was going to shut her friend out of her life. "Sounds like a plan to me. You'll most likely want to spend the day doing your two favorite things: video games and eating food."
"Heh, I knew we were best friends. I'll start scheduling the restaurants we'll be dining at," he laughed, and this time it felt even more real because Peach was joining in."Can't wait. But Peach, I am sorry for worrying you though. Really."
"As long as you accept my apology for being so neglectful towards our friendship...apology accepted."
Roy held out his hand for Peach to shake and then pulled her close for a friendly hug. "...and accepted." He glanced at the clock reading 1:11am. "I better let you get to sleep. Classes in the morning."
Peach pulled away from him. "Mm-hmm. And then time to hang out after class, okay? Don't forget." She grinned happily before grabbing the bag of chips off the counter. She popped a chip into her mouth, taunting Roy by stealing his snack. She stuck her hand in the bag again as she headed out the kitchen door. "I'll talk to you in the morning. Don't stay up too late."
"Alright. Night, Peachie." He called. He felt himself grin even wider when Peach giggled even more while going up the stairs.
Once she was at a far enough distance, he reopened his notebook and ripped out a certain page. After crumpling it and throwing it aside, he used his pen to write something new. He smiled as the words formed on his paper.
When my princess denied my love
I was pushed into hurtful despair
I always try to forget about her
But it's these moments when we are together
That I start to remember why I love her
I still have to compete with this champion in her life
The champion that has won her heart so easily in time
But my friend, I'm never one to give up just like that
When you're in love, you find the hidden strength
The strength to keep chasing after your love
My princess is still traveling on her solo journey
To find that special thing she needs in her life
And I'm always going to be following after her
And I mean always...
Love is a really captivating feeling.
A/N: . Okay, checklist: covered some pairings. Check. (Even some PeachxFalcon love for the fans! Heh, but I don't know if there are any). Emotions running haywire. Check. Secrets, Twists, and Information. Check. (I'm sure most of you weren't surprised that Roy was our mystery writer.) And lots and lots of drama. CHECK CHECK CHECK! Coolio! Alright, I hope that was enough to make up for my late update. If not, I'm really sorry. But thanks for putting up with me anyway and my super slow updates. I'm working on it. Anyway thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated and huggled with love!
See ya lovelies!
Royal Kenya