Tournament of Death
Sequel to Super Smash Bros Melee Tournament
*Note from the author: A lot of people were unhappy about the ending of SSBMT, so I decided to make a sequel. Not that this is going to be all joy and happiness, since then it wouldn't be a fic of mine, but I'm going to give Link and Zelda a second chance. I also got a lot of comments about Samus' hair, but I'm keeping it brown, since there are already two blondes in the story. This story is divided in very short chapters. That's for you to be able to keep track of the story, since it's all pretyy complicated. Since I'll have to wait until june 2002 to be able to buy a GameCube with Smash, this is a little bit of Melee for me. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Together again
Zelda rested her head on her hand as a plate full of food was put in front of her. She looked at it with anger in her eyes. Anger for this one man on the opposite of the wooden table. Her father. As soon as the servants had put the food on the table, they left the dining-room of the castle. Harkinian started to eat, but kept his eyes fixed on his daughter. "Aren't you going to eat, Zelda?" he asked. Zelda didn't reply for a moment. "Jeez, father. There's so much. I don't know where to start." she said with an angry voice. Harkinian sighed, but his daughter continued without looking up at him. "I wonder what Link has to eat. Nothing, probably. I bet he's lonely and starving. But my belly is full and my bed is soft. So why am I complaining? I'm..."
"That's enough!" Harkinian said, almost desperate. Zelda looked up at her father. "Ever since you've returned from that... tournament, you've been acting like this. Forget about that tramp!" Zelda slammed her fist on the table. "He is not a tramp!" she yelled. "He's a prince... without money, that's all."
"He hasn't got a drop of royal blood in his body, I bet." Harkinian replied. "At least he acts like a prince! He's gentle and caring and..."
"Filthy." the King said. "He has manners." Zelda said, ignoring her father's comment. "And he has saved my life."
"Nonsense! This Ganondorf was just a harmless gentleman." Harkinian said, not wanting to picture Link as a hero. Zelda got furious. She had never told her father what this 'harmless gentleman' had done to her. The rape had left deep marks in the princess' young mind. "Ganondorf had..." she started, but she didn't finish it. Her father wasn't allowed to know it. No one was. Except for Link. He was allowed to know every little secret of her. Even that she had fantasies about him. But she hadn't seen him from the day she had said good-bye to him. That was months ago. She missed him so much. Sometimes, she would just sit on her bed and cry. Impa would then leave her alone, since she knew what had happened. Zelda didn't even know if Link was still alive, but she figured that his life wasn't as flawless as hers. "What?" her father asked. "Nothing." Zelda replied. Harkinian sighed again. "May I remind you that prince Marth is coming tomorrow? It would be nice if you would just forget about your little friend and be nice to him. He is very friendly and I bet more than twice the gentleman this 'Link' is."
"Great. Another self-centered prince." Zelda replied, still resting her head on her hand. "I want you to behave, Zelda!"
"Like with that last prince?" Zelda asked. A slight smile appeared on her lips. "You know how long it took me to convince the king of Lorbenia that his son had gotten an accident? While you threw him off the balcony! Thank the Goddesses that he had just broken his arm."
"I only gave a slight push. How could I know he was so weak?" Zelda protested. Harkinian sighed again. "Behave, Zelda. Behave!"
"If he is as arrogant as the last one, I'll push him off the top of the castle. And you're wasting your time, father. I won't marry anyone unless it's Link."
"Just see Marth and I'm sure you'll forget about Link." Harkinian said confident. "Hmph. That remains to be seen." Zelda said, not impressed by her father's words.
Link took shelter from the rain under a tree. He was thinking about Zelda as he took a bite from the bread he had stolen a few houres earlier. He felt horrible. He was cold, wet, hungry, thirsty and, above all, so incredibly lonely. He had never experienced it that bad. He had always been alone, but now he knew how it was to have someone as close as he had Zelda during the tournament. She had melted his heart during those weeks and he had gotten soft. His love-sickness forbode him to hunt. It had made him weak, but he had to survive. He had to eat. So he had started to steal the food he needed. He had become one of the people he used to kill. A low-life thief. The red marks on his back reminded him of the days after his good- bye with Zelda. He had tried to sneak into the castle to visit her. But there were just too many guards. Each time when they caught him, they completely beat him up. Link had tried it several times, but each time, the punishment got harder and harder. The soldiers had almost killed him once. But he refused to give up. He almost felt strong enough to try it again. He HAD to see her or it would kill him. He couldn't stand the loneliness anymore. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to feel her warm, soft arms around him again. He wanted to taste her sweet lips again, but there were big walls and well armed soldiers between him and her. He even cried about her. He had never cried. Not even when he was a kid. She had awakened emotions inside him he had never experienced before. And those emotions were tearing him apart. He stood up when he had finished his bread. Though it hadn't been his. It was the only thing he had eaten in days. But it strengthened him. He didn't allow himself time to completely regain his strength. He had to see Zelda. At all costs. He started to walk back to the town. Back to the people he hated. Only Zelda was his friend in Hyrule. Everyone else was his enemy. The soldiers who beat him up, the townsfolk who despised him and the royalty who treated him like a mere animal. He fell on his knees and started to cry. He was a mental wreck. He started to crawl to the town. He HAD to see her.
"You know what I admire of you, Link?" the captain of the guards said. "You keep coming back." He gave Link a hard punch in his stomach. Caughing, Link collapsed. But he didn't got a chance to fall on the ground. Two soldiers held him at his arms. "What's the matter, Link? Getting a little weak, are we?" the captain said, punching Link's bloody face. "Why don't you just give it up, eh? Stop stalking the poor princess." the captain continued, laughing. "I just love her." Link murmered, barely able to speak due to his bloody, chapped lips. "I know." the captain said, kicking Link in his stomach. This had the same result as before. "Do you get off on this?" Link groaned. "Yes, I do." the captain said, punching Link furiously in his face. This was too much for the young man and he passed out. "The poor boy's had too much." the captain said sarcstic. The soldiers let Link go and he fell on the ground. "Leave him here." the captain ordered as he exited the cel where he had beaten up Link. The two soldiers followed him and one of them closed the door and locked it. The captain looked at his blooded fist. "Damn. Now I have to get that cleaned." When they left the barracks, which was the entrance to the dungeon, they got noticed by Zelda. She saw the bloody fists of the captain and got curious. She left the flowers she had been tending for what they were and headed for the barracks. She figured it had happened in the dungeon, so she walked down the old, dirty, stone steps and came in a damp, dark dungeon. She noticed there was only one cel occupied. She looked through the small window in the door and noticed, to her delight and dismay at the same time, that the broken man, who lay on the stone floor with his green cap and his brown boots, was no one less than Link. She got nervous. Link! She could barely believe it! But... Then the soldiers would have... No... Suddenly, Link looked a little bit too quiet. Had they... killed him? Zelda got scared. She had no key, so she couldn't reach him. So close and yet so far... What was she thinking? Her powers could give her access to everything. She grabbed the door-handle and concentrated. Suddenly, there was a small explosion in the palm of her hand and the door-handle simply vaporised because of the sudden heat and the door opened before her. Zelda did not waste time looking at the result of her action, but quickly kneeled next to the young man on the ground. It was Link indeed! But... his face... The soldiers had completely beaten him up. "Poor Link. The bastards..." Zelda murmered. She listened to his heart. He was still alive! It was the best sound she had heard in months. She tried to get him up on his feet, but he was too heavy for her to carry alone. She could use magic to lift him up, but then she would have to remain concentrated all the way to her room, or else she would drop him and he could make a nasty fall which could be fatal in his current condition. She could go and get Impa, but she didn't want to leave Link alone in the dungeon. If the soldiers would return, they would hurt him even more. She decided to just sit there until Link would wake up and be strong enough to walk for himself and put Link's head carefully in her lap. Then at least he would have something comfortable to lay on. Zelda figured it must have been the most comfortable he had ever laid on in those months. She figured it must have been as awful to him as it was to her to be alone. Even worse for him. He had no family, no friends, no place to stay, no money and no food. "It's not fair." Zelda murmered with her voice drowned by tears. The world was so mean to Link. But now he was back with her. And they would have to kill her to touch him. She was sure of that.
Sequel to Super Smash Bros Melee Tournament
*Note from the author: A lot of people were unhappy about the ending of SSBMT, so I decided to make a sequel. Not that this is going to be all joy and happiness, since then it wouldn't be a fic of mine, but I'm going to give Link and Zelda a second chance. I also got a lot of comments about Samus' hair, but I'm keeping it brown, since there are already two blondes in the story. This story is divided in very short chapters. That's for you to be able to keep track of the story, since it's all pretyy complicated. Since I'll have to wait until june 2002 to be able to buy a GameCube with Smash, this is a little bit of Melee for me. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Together again
Zelda rested her head on her hand as a plate full of food was put in front of her. She looked at it with anger in her eyes. Anger for this one man on the opposite of the wooden table. Her father. As soon as the servants had put the food on the table, they left the dining-room of the castle. Harkinian started to eat, but kept his eyes fixed on his daughter. "Aren't you going to eat, Zelda?" he asked. Zelda didn't reply for a moment. "Jeez, father. There's so much. I don't know where to start." she said with an angry voice. Harkinian sighed, but his daughter continued without looking up at him. "I wonder what Link has to eat. Nothing, probably. I bet he's lonely and starving. But my belly is full and my bed is soft. So why am I complaining? I'm..."
"That's enough!" Harkinian said, almost desperate. Zelda looked up at her father. "Ever since you've returned from that... tournament, you've been acting like this. Forget about that tramp!" Zelda slammed her fist on the table. "He is not a tramp!" she yelled. "He's a prince... without money, that's all."
"He hasn't got a drop of royal blood in his body, I bet." Harkinian replied. "At least he acts like a prince! He's gentle and caring and..."
"Filthy." the King said. "He has manners." Zelda said, ignoring her father's comment. "And he has saved my life."
"Nonsense! This Ganondorf was just a harmless gentleman." Harkinian said, not wanting to picture Link as a hero. Zelda got furious. She had never told her father what this 'harmless gentleman' had done to her. The rape had left deep marks in the princess' young mind. "Ganondorf had..." she started, but she didn't finish it. Her father wasn't allowed to know it. No one was. Except for Link. He was allowed to know every little secret of her. Even that she had fantasies about him. But she hadn't seen him from the day she had said good-bye to him. That was months ago. She missed him so much. Sometimes, she would just sit on her bed and cry. Impa would then leave her alone, since she knew what had happened. Zelda didn't even know if Link was still alive, but she figured that his life wasn't as flawless as hers. "What?" her father asked. "Nothing." Zelda replied. Harkinian sighed again. "May I remind you that prince Marth is coming tomorrow? It would be nice if you would just forget about your little friend and be nice to him. He is very friendly and I bet more than twice the gentleman this 'Link' is."
"Great. Another self-centered prince." Zelda replied, still resting her head on her hand. "I want you to behave, Zelda!"
"Like with that last prince?" Zelda asked. A slight smile appeared on her lips. "You know how long it took me to convince the king of Lorbenia that his son had gotten an accident? While you threw him off the balcony! Thank the Goddesses that he had just broken his arm."
"I only gave a slight push. How could I know he was so weak?" Zelda protested. Harkinian sighed again. "Behave, Zelda. Behave!"
"If he is as arrogant as the last one, I'll push him off the top of the castle. And you're wasting your time, father. I won't marry anyone unless it's Link."
"Just see Marth and I'm sure you'll forget about Link." Harkinian said confident. "Hmph. That remains to be seen." Zelda said, not impressed by her father's words.
Link took shelter from the rain under a tree. He was thinking about Zelda as he took a bite from the bread he had stolen a few houres earlier. He felt horrible. He was cold, wet, hungry, thirsty and, above all, so incredibly lonely. He had never experienced it that bad. He had always been alone, but now he knew how it was to have someone as close as he had Zelda during the tournament. She had melted his heart during those weeks and he had gotten soft. His love-sickness forbode him to hunt. It had made him weak, but he had to survive. He had to eat. So he had started to steal the food he needed. He had become one of the people he used to kill. A low-life thief. The red marks on his back reminded him of the days after his good- bye with Zelda. He had tried to sneak into the castle to visit her. But there were just too many guards. Each time when they caught him, they completely beat him up. Link had tried it several times, but each time, the punishment got harder and harder. The soldiers had almost killed him once. But he refused to give up. He almost felt strong enough to try it again. He HAD to see her or it would kill him. He couldn't stand the loneliness anymore. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to feel her warm, soft arms around him again. He wanted to taste her sweet lips again, but there were big walls and well armed soldiers between him and her. He even cried about her. He had never cried. Not even when he was a kid. She had awakened emotions inside him he had never experienced before. And those emotions were tearing him apart. He stood up when he had finished his bread. Though it hadn't been his. It was the only thing he had eaten in days. But it strengthened him. He didn't allow himself time to completely regain his strength. He had to see Zelda. At all costs. He started to walk back to the town. Back to the people he hated. Only Zelda was his friend in Hyrule. Everyone else was his enemy. The soldiers who beat him up, the townsfolk who despised him and the royalty who treated him like a mere animal. He fell on his knees and started to cry. He was a mental wreck. He started to crawl to the town. He HAD to see her.
"You know what I admire of you, Link?" the captain of the guards said. "You keep coming back." He gave Link a hard punch in his stomach. Caughing, Link collapsed. But he didn't got a chance to fall on the ground. Two soldiers held him at his arms. "What's the matter, Link? Getting a little weak, are we?" the captain said, punching Link's bloody face. "Why don't you just give it up, eh? Stop stalking the poor princess." the captain continued, laughing. "I just love her." Link murmered, barely able to speak due to his bloody, chapped lips. "I know." the captain said, kicking Link in his stomach. This had the same result as before. "Do you get off on this?" Link groaned. "Yes, I do." the captain said, punching Link furiously in his face. This was too much for the young man and he passed out. "The poor boy's had too much." the captain said sarcstic. The soldiers let Link go and he fell on the ground. "Leave him here." the captain ordered as he exited the cel where he had beaten up Link. The two soldiers followed him and one of them closed the door and locked it. The captain looked at his blooded fist. "Damn. Now I have to get that cleaned." When they left the barracks, which was the entrance to the dungeon, they got noticed by Zelda. She saw the bloody fists of the captain and got curious. She left the flowers she had been tending for what they were and headed for the barracks. She figured it had happened in the dungeon, so she walked down the old, dirty, stone steps and came in a damp, dark dungeon. She noticed there was only one cel occupied. She looked through the small window in the door and noticed, to her delight and dismay at the same time, that the broken man, who lay on the stone floor with his green cap and his brown boots, was no one less than Link. She got nervous. Link! She could barely believe it! But... Then the soldiers would have... No... Suddenly, Link looked a little bit too quiet. Had they... killed him? Zelda got scared. She had no key, so she couldn't reach him. So close and yet so far... What was she thinking? Her powers could give her access to everything. She grabbed the door-handle and concentrated. Suddenly, there was a small explosion in the palm of her hand and the door-handle simply vaporised because of the sudden heat and the door opened before her. Zelda did not waste time looking at the result of her action, but quickly kneeled next to the young man on the ground. It was Link indeed! But... his face... The soldiers had completely beaten him up. "Poor Link. The bastards..." Zelda murmered. She listened to his heart. He was still alive! It was the best sound she had heard in months. She tried to get him up on his feet, but he was too heavy for her to carry alone. She could use magic to lift him up, but then she would have to remain concentrated all the way to her room, or else she would drop him and he could make a nasty fall which could be fatal in his current condition. She could go and get Impa, but she didn't want to leave Link alone in the dungeon. If the soldiers would return, they would hurt him even more. She decided to just sit there until Link would wake up and be strong enough to walk for himself and put Link's head carefully in her lap. Then at least he would have something comfortable to lay on. Zelda figured it must have been the most comfortable he had ever laid on in those months. She figured it must have been as awful to him as it was to her to be alone. Even worse for him. He had no family, no friends, no place to stay, no money and no food. "It's not fair." Zelda murmered with her voice drowned by tears. The world was so mean to Link. But now he was back with her. And they would have to kill her to touch him. She was sure of that.