A/N: OMGGGGGG, GUYS, FIRST I WOULD WANT TO APOLOGIZE SOOOOO FREAKING MUCH TO EVERYONE: SOOORRRYYYYYYY~~~~~~~~!
I JUST DISCOVERED RIGHT THIS MOMENT WE ARE GOING ON A FAMILY TRIP IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY IN A COUPLE HOURS! THEN WHEN WE COME BACK, SCHOOL STARTS, AND I DON'T HAVE TIME ANYMORE!
I am sooooo freaking sorry, now I can't even get to Chapter 30 like I said, and it's even lucky I begged an hour to type an extra story from my parents. Literally right now, they are hollering at me to pack!
So, I just managed to muster one more short story request that was the easiest and quickest to write;
Enjoy! This one will be the last for a couple months!
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Royal Blunders
Marth considered himself to be a lucky prince.
His everyday, monotonous schedule consists solely of the same thing, other than for the days Master Hand plan some sort of needless shenanigan he basically forces everyone to participate in, which Marth absolutely detests, that most likely (ninety-nine percent) ends up with an explosion or something that totally digressed from the main intent.
Though Marth despised the everyday activities, he was still thankful for not ending up on the less fortunate end of the stick in which some Smashers were fated with, so therefore, he deemed himself as lucky.
However today, for some divine reason, it was not going out the way the prince planned/preferred for the day to be like for him.
For one, he had woken up with abnormally flat and tangled haphazardly hair, which did not set his mood quite right to face the day, and now, he was staring disapprovingly at the shampoo bottle he was holding.
Marth reread the bottle for the twelfth time in the bathroom, and even though it was enough proof for him not to have misread, he still didn't understand why his dazzling gorgeous sapphire hair was now a bright and obnoxious red-orange with hot pink highlights for a finishing touch.
Marth tried to keep his cool (for he didn't want to appear ungraceful) as he tried with all his might to not smash the mirror and that ungodly image he was now staring at. After the massaging shower last night, he had used exactly this bottle of shampoo, and this morning, he was greeted with this intolerable illustration of himself.
Taking a deep breath, Marth reluctantly stepped out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the breakfast table.
Ike spat out his orange juice by the sight of the prince. "Lookin' good," he snickered as he tried unsuccessfully to swallow his waffles.
"Shut up," Marth growled. Then he turned back to the mercenary as he tried to dump out a decent amount of cereal into a bowl. "Perhaps you can enlighten me the cause of this deplorable occurrence?"
Ike choked down his breakfast as he replied, "No, I swear I didn't touch a single lock of your hair. That's committing suicide."
Marth was fully aware that the mercenary could be lying, but judging by the uncontrollable guffawing and the whole spitting-out-your-breakfast deal, it was too genuine for that cliché scene to be an act (especially when Ike couldn't take it anymore and suddenly sprang up and scuttled over to the bathroom, hand over mouth).
So, the prince promptly harrumphed and reached for the milk carton on the counter and poured some into his bowl of cereal. Then he scooped some up while enduring listening to the unfortunate mercenary hacking excruciatingly in the nearby bathroom.
Taking a bite, Marth was caught by surprise and nearly spat the cereal out when he peered down at his bowl to discover that the cereal wasn't floating in milk, but in orange juice.
Disgusted, the prince dumped his breakfast, suddenly losing all appetite from that sickening combination (and Ike's incessant coughing), and briskly walked out the kitchen. Today was not off to a good start.
"Have you kids been good?" Ganondorf inquired, looking down at the six little Smashers who were all peering up at him with hopeful eyes, glancing at the Gerudo and the bouquet of lollipops he was holding.
"Yes, Daddy!" they chorused.
"Give me an example."
"I helped Peach wash the dishes!"
"I organized the bookshelf!"
"I scrubbed the tables!"
"I said my 'please' and 'thank you's!"
"I took out the garbage!"
"And I helped fold the laundry!"
Ganondorf slightly grinned at them and handed them each a heart-shaped, rainbow lollipop saying, "Good job."
"Yay! Thanks so much, Daddy!" they all cheered. Ganondorf just nodded briefly at them and stalked off.
Licking the heavenly candy, Popo asked, "So, do you guys wanna play some video games?"
"Yea! That sounds cool," Ness agreed.
"Actually, guys, I'm a little, uh…busy," Toon suddenly said.
"How are you busy? We're never busy!" Lucas pointed out.
"Well…I, ah…have to talk to do help clean up some things so yea, BYE!" Toon promptly sped off, leaving the other five behind him, though they didn't seem too concerned.
"His loss," Ness said. "Who dares to go against me in Mario Kart?"
Safely out of sight, Toon slowed and caught his breath. They can't be too suspicious, right? He thought to himself as he made his way over to the back of the library.
Clearing his throat, Toon whistled a few pitches before Yoshi appeared, to his relief.
"Okay, so far, so good…what do we do next?" Toon questioned quietly to the green dinosaur.
Marth once again stifled an exasperated groan as he looked behind him at the tip of his smooth cape, now caked in mud and tree debris. This had never happened before, because he knew as a fact that his cape never touched the filthy ground, and now, it was suddenly dulled by some stupid imaginary mud?
The prince was outside the mansion, walking back from a nearby coffeehouse where he had opted for some sharp coffee after the revolting events of this morning.
Right when he didn't think the day could get even worse, the prince tripped over a random log in the middle of the path which he swore wasn't there when he had looked from afar, and he stumbled clumsily.
"愚かいまいましいログ!" he swore (gaining a few questionable glances from the Smashers).
Quickly composing himself, Marth thought he saw a flash of green before it disappeared from the bushes.
"Strange," Marth muttered to himself. "And suspicious."
"Heeeeyyy, Marth!"
The prince unwillingly dropped the thought when a certain redhead appeared in front of him with a wide smile.
"Roy," Marth greeted.
"Yea, I was wondering if you wanna—" Roy registered the prince's bright red hairstyle and a reflexive giggle slipped out before he wrapped an arm around Marth's neck giddily.
"I just knew I have good fashion taste! Glad I was good inspiration for you to dye your hair like mine! And I didn't think anybody liked it…," Roy rambled.
Marth didn't bother correcting him.
Green…Marth thought. Of course, that color meant the first Smasher to come in mind was obviously Link.
After searching high and low, the prince finally found the Hero relaxing under a tall oak tree, his hands behind his head with a blade of grass in his mouth as he continued dozing.
Concluding Link must've been behind these unacceptable feats, Marth promptly kicked him awake and demanded, "Link!"
"Wha?! Who's th—AAAAAAAAAH!" The Hero sprang up in shock at the monster Marth looked like with his bright hair.
That reaction had Marth suddenly stop his criticizing speech that accused Link of doing all this to him, because if he had did all these, he wouldn't be pointing the Master Sword at him and demanding, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MARTH?"
"Nevermind," Marth said primly. "Go back to sleep. This was all a dream."
After another frustrating three hours of enduring a bucket of water to his head, tripping over random rocks that shouldn't be there, nearly having a heart attack when he saw his room dotted with fake bugs, and more comments about his new hairdo, Marth came to the resolute conclusion that the other Smashers that wear green and were suspiciously absent from his sights, were…Toon and Yoshi.
Hit with the sudden answer, the prince barreled to the dining room when it was time for dinner, and burst through into the room, the double doors whipping open (effectively knocking King Dedede who was walking past flat against the wall, his plate of food sailing onto the ground. Kirby laughed in his face.).
"TOON. YOSHI," Marth demanded.
The two paled and looked at each other.
"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea…"
A/N: Once again, I am sooooo deeply sorry for this abrupt newflash, and I am SO mad at my parents for informing me THIS MORNING, and I wasn't even aware of it!
I know I still have a lot of requests, but they will definitely be covered during a break like winter break or so!
Deepest apologies to everyone who has requested, especially to you, battlefield4us, since Chapter 28 was supposed to be your requested chapter X(. It will be the first one when winter break rolls around! Please forgive me!
Anyway, this is dedicated for Gamerfan64, who wanted Marth to think he was having a bad day but was actually Yoshi and Toon Link pranking him XD
And to Meta Naito, who had his final request for the kids to call Ganondorf "daddy" again! :D
I know this is a very abrupt goodbye, but I really have to go now, before parents come up their selves!
See you in a couple months!
-prowessMaster44
