Welcome to my second SSBM fic! This has nothing at all to do with ASH
except that Dayle's in it (her past is still the same) and most of the
romances are the same. Except that in this story, Dayle's somewhat friends
with Link and Zelda. What am I rambling on about? I should just get
going. I should mention that they're not mine and that Plum's not a
Smasher, but other than that, we're all good.
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Seven Minutes of Heaven, Smashers Style!
Chapter One: Valentine's Day Games
"All right, we're all here," Dayle giggled as she looked around at Plum, Samus, Marth, Roy, Zelda, Link and Sheik. It was Valentine's Day, and she had brought all of her single friends together to celebrate in a most malicious way. *This isn't like me to do this, but sometime or another, I figure, why not?* she thought.
Roy interrupted her meditation by whining, "Can you *please* tell us what's going on here?"
"Since you asked, I might as well tell. I've decided that to celebrate the grand anniversary of Saint Valentine's death, we're all going to play a modified game of-"
"*Please* no Spin-the-Bottle!" everyone but Dayle moaned.
"Hold on! I was going to say Seven Minutes of Heaven, but you wouldn't let me finish!" Dayle was starting to get peeved, but she checked herself- *they're your friends, how did you expect them to act, like Marth copies?* she chided herself.
"Dayle," Samus said timidly, "what if you don't want to play? Can I just sit out, or..." She was rudely interrupted by both Dayle and Link saying things to the effect of, "Too bad! Don't ruin this!"
"How modified are we talking?" asked Plum.
"It's kind of complicated, so first, I need a girl and a guy to volunteer." The only two to raise their hands were Zelda and Link, Zelda because she was used to playing this, Link because he was always a hit with the ladies. They gave each other dirty looks before Dayle rattled the two red die she had in her hand. Everyone gave an audible sigh of relief as she said, "Highest roll wins."
"Wins what?" Zelda said sarcastically.
"The rights to have their gender go first. Don't look so disappointed, Link," Dayle scolded.
"Oh, this is gonna be easy," Link bragged as he rudely snatched the die from Dayle's hand. He tossed them so that they skittered on the floor before they showed- "Ten! Beat that, Zel!"
"I can- and will," she said coolly as she picked up the die and rattled them in his face. She roughly threw them to the floor with all the strength she could muster, and they bounced and spun before they showed- "Twelve. I win, neener neener neener." She stuck out her tongue impishly and continued singing her five-year-old victory song.
"You didn't win much, Zel, 'cause now we all have to roll to see who's going to go first out of the girls. This time, snake eyes beats all." Zelda threw the die again and got four, pulling a Link and saying, "Beat that, ladies!" Plum was unlucky, rolling an eleven ("Doesn't that just figure!" she fumed before passing the die on) before Samus rolled a seven ("Ooh, sevens are lucky, I might as well play anyways even though I hate this game," she griped). Dayle was the exceptional one, getting her snake eyes and the right to go first.
"All right, now for the big lecture. I'm going first, which means that I take all four guys back to Marth's bedroom in any order I choose. Zelda will go next, but she has to stay with my order. Then Samus, you'll go, and then Miss Unlucky, aka Plum. This could have taken, what, the whole night up until the morning, but this way it'll only last two hours." *That's what you think,* thought Link maliciously, already envisioning how this evening might turn out.
Dayle stood up to leave before she had another thought: "Before I leave with Marth- Marth. A-hem. Earth to Marth!" He had been zoning out, but with Dayle's voice yelling for him, he came back to himself rather abruptly. "I just want to say, keep whatever you're doing in there private, because there's some things that I just don't want to know. Also, no blackmailing for the stuff that you do find out, because if one of those blackmailing wars starts again, think of how embarrassed you'll be with your private business going around nonchalantly from ear to ear in Perpetual High. All clear?" With the grumbles coming from the other six, she motioned for Marth to follow her. It was a risky move, but after all, there were some things where risks were necessary. All was fair in love and Melee, and if she didn't take a risk... where would she be in Marth's eyes?
Marth, on the other hand, was ecstatic. This was what Valentine's Day was made for- spending time alone with the person you loved, even if it was only seven minutes in a bedroom.
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A/N: I'm starting A/N's at the end of every chapter! Whee! This is where I inform you of my personal life in regards to not updating this, as well as a heads-up area. This story, right now, is guaranteed to have at least seventeen chapters, counting this one and the sixteen episodes where we get what I call "room-vision." I'm trying to pack as much detail into a chapter as possible, so that's why these are so suckily short.
Just in case you wanted to know about Dayle's past: ASH is not required reading for this story, especially seeing that I'm not finished with it yet ^^; so I need to tell you about Dayle's past. On her thirteenth-and-a-half birthday, she was supposed to be celebrating with her parents when a distressing thing happened. Dayle didn't know that her mother had been depressed, so she was very shocked when her mother killed her father and then took a gun to her own head. In a cruel stroke of fate, she lost both parents on the same special night. She was shifted from home to home, not staying long enough to really get close to anyone. She's also afraid of relationships: all of her relationships with boys have gone the way that the boy abused her in some way, and all of the people that she's really loved are gone. She's let Marth and the other people in the SSBM world very close because she's trying to accept herself and she needs self- assurance from them. Marth is the only one that knows about her past because she let him read her mind (which also signifies how close they are- and whoops, I just revealed the basic plot of that story ^^;). If you understood that I'll give you a cookie. ;)
Also, I want to say that I idolize Sherrilynn and want to say "read her stuff." It's well worth it- very entertaining if a bit deep and PG-13. She is the queen of soap-like plots and I only wish I could write like her.
That's all for now, stay tuned! ~RussetWolf
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Seven Minutes of Heaven, Smashers Style!
Chapter One: Valentine's Day Games
"All right, we're all here," Dayle giggled as she looked around at Plum, Samus, Marth, Roy, Zelda, Link and Sheik. It was Valentine's Day, and she had brought all of her single friends together to celebrate in a most malicious way. *This isn't like me to do this, but sometime or another, I figure, why not?* she thought.
Roy interrupted her meditation by whining, "Can you *please* tell us what's going on here?"
"Since you asked, I might as well tell. I've decided that to celebrate the grand anniversary of Saint Valentine's death, we're all going to play a modified game of-"
"*Please* no Spin-the-Bottle!" everyone but Dayle moaned.
"Hold on! I was going to say Seven Minutes of Heaven, but you wouldn't let me finish!" Dayle was starting to get peeved, but she checked herself- *they're your friends, how did you expect them to act, like Marth copies?* she chided herself.
"Dayle," Samus said timidly, "what if you don't want to play? Can I just sit out, or..." She was rudely interrupted by both Dayle and Link saying things to the effect of, "Too bad! Don't ruin this!"
"How modified are we talking?" asked Plum.
"It's kind of complicated, so first, I need a girl and a guy to volunteer." The only two to raise their hands were Zelda and Link, Zelda because she was used to playing this, Link because he was always a hit with the ladies. They gave each other dirty looks before Dayle rattled the two red die she had in her hand. Everyone gave an audible sigh of relief as she said, "Highest roll wins."
"Wins what?" Zelda said sarcastically.
"The rights to have their gender go first. Don't look so disappointed, Link," Dayle scolded.
"Oh, this is gonna be easy," Link bragged as he rudely snatched the die from Dayle's hand. He tossed them so that they skittered on the floor before they showed- "Ten! Beat that, Zel!"
"I can- and will," she said coolly as she picked up the die and rattled them in his face. She roughly threw them to the floor with all the strength she could muster, and they bounced and spun before they showed- "Twelve. I win, neener neener neener." She stuck out her tongue impishly and continued singing her five-year-old victory song.
"You didn't win much, Zel, 'cause now we all have to roll to see who's going to go first out of the girls. This time, snake eyes beats all." Zelda threw the die again and got four, pulling a Link and saying, "Beat that, ladies!" Plum was unlucky, rolling an eleven ("Doesn't that just figure!" she fumed before passing the die on) before Samus rolled a seven ("Ooh, sevens are lucky, I might as well play anyways even though I hate this game," she griped). Dayle was the exceptional one, getting her snake eyes and the right to go first.
"All right, now for the big lecture. I'm going first, which means that I take all four guys back to Marth's bedroom in any order I choose. Zelda will go next, but she has to stay with my order. Then Samus, you'll go, and then Miss Unlucky, aka Plum. This could have taken, what, the whole night up until the morning, but this way it'll only last two hours." *That's what you think,* thought Link maliciously, already envisioning how this evening might turn out.
Dayle stood up to leave before she had another thought: "Before I leave with Marth- Marth. A-hem. Earth to Marth!" He had been zoning out, but with Dayle's voice yelling for him, he came back to himself rather abruptly. "I just want to say, keep whatever you're doing in there private, because there's some things that I just don't want to know. Also, no blackmailing for the stuff that you do find out, because if one of those blackmailing wars starts again, think of how embarrassed you'll be with your private business going around nonchalantly from ear to ear in Perpetual High. All clear?" With the grumbles coming from the other six, she motioned for Marth to follow her. It was a risky move, but after all, there were some things where risks were necessary. All was fair in love and Melee, and if she didn't take a risk... where would she be in Marth's eyes?
Marth, on the other hand, was ecstatic. This was what Valentine's Day was made for- spending time alone with the person you loved, even if it was only seven minutes in a bedroom.
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A/N: I'm starting A/N's at the end of every chapter! Whee! This is where I inform you of my personal life in regards to not updating this, as well as a heads-up area. This story, right now, is guaranteed to have at least seventeen chapters, counting this one and the sixteen episodes where we get what I call "room-vision." I'm trying to pack as much detail into a chapter as possible, so that's why these are so suckily short.
Just in case you wanted to know about Dayle's past: ASH is not required reading for this story, especially seeing that I'm not finished with it yet ^^; so I need to tell you about Dayle's past. On her thirteenth-and-a-half birthday, she was supposed to be celebrating with her parents when a distressing thing happened. Dayle didn't know that her mother had been depressed, so she was very shocked when her mother killed her father and then took a gun to her own head. In a cruel stroke of fate, she lost both parents on the same special night. She was shifted from home to home, not staying long enough to really get close to anyone. She's also afraid of relationships: all of her relationships with boys have gone the way that the boy abused her in some way, and all of the people that she's really loved are gone. She's let Marth and the other people in the SSBM world very close because she's trying to accept herself and she needs self- assurance from them. Marth is the only one that knows about her past because she let him read her mind (which also signifies how close they are- and whoops, I just revealed the basic plot of that story ^^;). If you understood that I'll give you a cookie. ;)
Also, I want to say that I idolize Sherrilynn and want to say "read her stuff." It's well worth it- very entertaining if a bit deep and PG-13. She is the queen of soap-like plots and I only wish I could write like her.
That's all for now, stay tuned! ~RussetWolf