Author's Note - Just to enlighten you people, Star Fox Adventures never took place in this story. I must thank everyone who sent their replies, and to Dark Geppetto, let's get one thing straight: this is fanfiction, which means I get to change the rules around, no matter what they are in the game. Fox and Zelda has no proof, true, but neither does Marth and Zelda, or Link and Peach, or many of the other pairs out there! And even if Slippy is Fox's best friend, I changed it to Falco for this story.
Disclaimer - I do no own any of Nintendo's characters, MST3K, or anything else in this story. *sobs*
Chapter 06 - Krystal
*Fox McCloud*
I can't say how much my head hurt. It was throbbing at one moment, then it was numb the next. My wrist was still disfunctional, unable to lift the smallest objects. I really hate complaining, but I was feeling pretty down.
With the first tournament over, we were going to take place in a Free-For-All Tournament, three people at once. The Ice Climbers were allied up, as the competition was now one less.
The agency was looking for replacements, people they thought would qualify. Yet the people who asked all of us if we knew anyone who could join were terribly rude; Pichu had come very close to zapping one.
The agent was asking Marth and Roy if they knew anyone at lunch. Both shook their heads in unison, and the agent said good-bye in Japanese. Pichu called the guy when he walked right by him.
"Hey, what about me?" he had shouted. "I have lots of eligible friends who can enter. My friend is dying to get in this tournament! He's a fire Pokémon, and he-"
"Excuse me, little Pichu," the agent had inturpted him, scowling and looking down at Pichu as if he was something foul. "I am aware that you Pokémon already have four members in the tournament. If we want more of your kind, we'll ask you!"
As he tried to turn away, Pichu retorted, "You asked Mario eariler, and he has more than four competitors!"
"Shove it," the agent replied bluntly. Pichu growled and his cheeks had sparkled with electricity. Mr. Game & Watch had to hold him back, before the baby Pokémon lunged at the discriminative man.
Discrimination against Pichu was rising. Mr. Game & Watch had informed us that the number of people that did not want the electric baby Pokémon in the tournament was already unreasonably high. Then the news leaked out that he liked Jar-Jar Binks, and from what I've heard, more people dislike him over Bowser and Ganondorf.
He walked by me just then outside, muttering under his breath, "Stupid, communist jerks! I'll show them. I'll shock them so hard, they can plug themselves into the wall! I hate them-"
"Don't let the turkeys get you down!" I said, and he looked up at me.
"What?"
"Don't let those morons make you upset! You're better than a bunch of hate-mongering jerks! You shouldn't let it bother you!"
"Well, it does!" he grumbled, looking down at the floor. He fumbled with his blue goggles, his favorite thing to wear along with a blue bandana. "I just can't understand why there are so many jerks out there. How come they like to hate things so much?"
"Some people just do. You can't tell what goes on in the mind of another person, especially those that are unreasonable to us. Heck, I didn't even know what was going through Falco's mind when I was with him."
The thought of Falco upset me a little, so quickly changed the topic. "Besides, you've got Mr. Game & Watch! He'll always tell you how great you are!"
"True!" Pichu nodded, his large ears poking up. "You're right! Why let those bastards get to me?" I raised an eyebrow at that; his vulgar language always surprised me. "Anyways, I'm going to go watch TV with Watch. Wanna come with me?"
He looked up at me with pleading, brown eyes. "But the next tournament's on!" I pointed out, jestering to the stadium. "Zelda and Doctor Mario and Kirby are battling, and then-"
"Come on! You're not battling today! And besides, this is the only time Mystery Science Theater 3000 is on!"
I had never heard of that show. "What's that?"
Pichu's already wide eyes just got wider. "You don't know MST3K?! C'mon, Fox, be serious!" When I looked at him with a blank stare, he recieved the answer clearly. "I can't believe it! I used to think you had good taste, but you obviously do not! No one can not know MST3K and have good taste! If you don't let me educate you, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"
"Okay, okay!" I held my hands up in defense, making my wrist throb a little. "I'll go."
As we walked to Game & Watch's room, with Pichu humming happily, I was having second thoughts. I was curious as to what Pichu was talking about, but I also wanted to watch Zelda battle. The fights would be five stock, two a day, and that meant I'd have to wait until the first round was over until I saw Zelda again; if she won, of course, which I bet she would.
"Can we turn the channel to the fight during commercials?" I asked Pichu, who broke out of his song to listen to me. "I really would like to watch the frst match, at least!"
"You mean the one with the doc, the female elf and the marshmellow?" Pichu joked. "Okay, but I'd prefer the eskimo kids, the psychic Pokémon, and the pyromaniac turtle after them! But I suppose we'll be merciful and let you see the fight!"
As we walked to Mr. Game & Watch's room, I noticed the guards marching around. They saluted us as we walked by, and back to marching right away. They had been assigned here ever since Falco's death, and the investigation of my late friend's death was also still continuing, although it was obvious that they weren't anywhere close to solving the mystery.
We entered Game & Watch's room, where the 2-D man was sitting down on his own two dimensional chair. We greeted us with much esthusiasum, saying that I was one of the first to learn true comedy,' or something like that.
*Yoshi*
Fights get boring after watching them so much.
Me was calmly watching the fight, cheering on Doctor Mario. He pummeling Sheik right now, and was doing good and all that, but me was not interested. Me wanted to do something else, like run in fields or enjoy good food. Sitting around watching fights was boring to me.
Pretty soon, me no take it anymore. Me get up, and walk out of stadium. Just want to stretch legs, me said to others. That only half true, actually.
Walking outside, me stretch and hear joints pop. Me sit down much and do not do much these days. Me slacking off too much, and not getting as much exercise as a Yoshi should get. Was joining tournament bad idea? Me missed my Yoshi friends. Me miss my home.
Maybe going to gym would help energize me! They have nice gym here, lots of those cool-looking work-out machines. Me see Donkey Kong, Falcon and other people use them.
Walking to gym, Yoshi wave at nice guards. They salute, and keep marching. Nice guys, those guards. They come from all over. Earth, Lylat system, wherever Samus from, wherever Falcon from. Wish they would actually speak once, they never say anything.
At gym, I marveled the equipment. Walking to what me believe others call a treadmill', me step onto the machine. Nothing happen. I look down, wondering what I was supposed to be doing. Me tap the belt, but nothing happened.
Confused, me take the handle bars and hold onto them tightly. Straining, me try to push the belt down with my feet, and it move slowly. This is hard work! Me continue to push the belt with feet, panting and gasping for air.
"Wooo!" me pant. "This is...tough!" After several minutes, me give up and catch my breath. Letting go of handlebars, me pant heavily. No wonder me so sluggish, and others so trim! Me so out of shape, this simple device is too challenging for me!
Then me noticed the screen in front of Yoshi, looking like computer keyboard. This funny, methinks. Me push On' button, and suddenly, ground under me starts moving backward! Me quickly start walking fast to prevent falling off, and grab onto handlebars again! What going on?
Then me catch the idea. This machine used for walking exercize! How kinky! Walking at a steady pace, me felt like me was finally getting back into shape! Still, the belt was moving too slow to be truely exercizing, so me push Faster' button.
The belt sped up but not enough. Me push button again; still not fast enough. Deciding to get things over with, me push Faster' button rapidly with finger.
Yike! Floor moving fast! Really fast! I break into run, and my top speed is barely enough! Panting hard, me realize that me should not have done that! With a cry, Yoshi is thrown backwards by fast-paced belt! Landing to the ground, me collapse on my saddle. "Ow," me moan, more from surprise than pain.
"Are you okay, dear?"
A soothing voice comes from above! Did Yoshi die and go to heaven? Blinking, me then see beautiful lady with long, golden hair! An angel! The machine had killed me, and Yoshi was in heaven!"
"You hit your head awfully hard," the angel continued, sounding far away.
"Where Pearly Gates?" me ask. The angel laughs out loud, and me become confused.
"You little cutie!" angel reach on and pat my hat head, which me likes. "Maybe you should not use the treadmill at such a high speed!"
Wait...that voice...sound so familiar... "Zelda?" me ask. The angel nod, and suddenly, Yoshi no longer in Heaven. Me still on Earth in tournament.
"Oh," was all me could think of saying, and Zelda laugh again. Yoshi no know why, because me not trying to be funny.
"What you doing here?" me ask. "Did Zelda win fight?"
"Yes, but just barely. Here, let me help you up!" she reach out with gloved hand, and Yoshi take it. Getting up, me see room spinning slightly. Maybe Yoshi did hit head too hard.
"Congradulations," me say as I get adjusted to the spinning.
"Thanks, honey. Yet I do not think my battle skills are that good anymore. I really only won because poor Doctor Mario threw an canister right at Kirby, and it turned out to be an exploding one."
"Ouch."
"Yes, it was. I also noticed that my alter-ego transformation is not doing so well."
"Your what?" I asked, lost by those complicated words.
"Sheik, honey," she reply patiently; she looked sad, like if she was dissapointed in herself. "Anyway, I think I need a new transformation. Being Sheik puts me behind my opponents too much; I'm not as flexible or in as good of shape as I was before the tournament."
"Yoshi too," me say. "Me am getting too soft. That why me nearly kill myself on moving floor machine."
She smiled pleasently, her mood more cheerful. "I guess we both need to exercize more, huh honey?"
"Yep!"
"I should create a new transformation in the meantime. I would like it to be like Sheik, flexible and fast, but I do not know where to start."
"Why not model it after other fighters here?" me suggest. "Many good people here are flexible and fast, like Falcon and Pikachu."
"Thanks, honey. But I'm looking for something that does not rely on elemental powers; as my normal self, I use enough magic."
"Ah, me see. Well, there is one person who is like that."
"Who?"
My tail wags a little; I love being able to help those in need. "Fox."
*Fox McCloud*
I have never laughed harder in my entire life.
Mystery Science Theater 3000 was, as Game & Watch and Pichu said, a show where they take old, bad movies, and mock them mercilessly. What they had failed to tell me was how incredibly good the hosts were at it.
The movie at hand was called Horrors of Spider Island, and it was truely bad; I have never seen a more chavnuist film in all my life. To sum the movie up shortly, eight ladies (seven are dancers) and one man's plane crash, and they are stranded on the island. Then the man becomes the boss, ordering the girls around like children, and they are too helpless to do anything themselves. The movie's name is misleading; the island they are stranded on only has one spider in total.
Yet the hosts of the show, one man and two robots, made it more than bearable enough to watch. In fact, they made it downright hilarious.
"This is great!" roared Mr. Game & Watch with laughter during the commercial break; we were all enjoying the show so much, we forgot to switch back to the fight during the commercials. "I cannot believe how badly dubbed this movie is!"
"THE HORRORS OF SPIDER ISLAND!" Pichu shouted out mockingly; the commentators had shouted the title out three times during the movie, each time in a different situation. The first time was for when a woman was dancing during an audition, and a second time when a man was kissing a scandily-clad dancer.
"Thank you, guys, for showing me this show!" I said, chuckling as I remembered some of the great jokes.
"What a shame that this is the last segment of the movie! Man, I would so give all my life savings to be on that island!" commented Pichu.
"Me too. Who would not want to be on an island with only one pathetic spider, and eight, easy women?"
I frowned at the comment. "You mean you would take advantage of the ladies on the island?"
Game & Watch looked taken aback. "Who said anything about taking advantage?" he asked. "I mean, if they are willing to smooch me, then I have no complaints; I'm single!"
"Well, yeah...but," I stammered, not really knowing what to say; what could I say? As long as I had Zelda in my heart, then I would not be willing to start any kind of relation with any other women.
"What is wrong, Fox?" Pichu asked, looking at me strangely while tilting his head. "I don't think you have a girlfriend, dude."
"No, but-" I caught myself before I admitted what I wanted to keep a secret.
"Do you have a crush on someone?" Game & Watch guessed, right on the button.
"Maybe," was the only answer I gave them, but it seemed that I was a terrible liar; Pichu's eyes widened, and he and Game & Watch exchanged looks.
"Who?" asked Pichu.
"Sorry, but I'm not saying anything!" I grinned wickedly at them, imitating their own crafty behavior.
"Awww, come on!" begged Game & Watch. The show came back on then, so we placed our attention back in it. Once again, we started laughing loudly.
When it was over, Game & Watch kept us around for the ending credits for the "Stinger"; it was after the credits, and it was a very short clip of one of the most pathetic moments of the movie. The Stinger for this movie was, unsurprisingly, the terrible plane crash for the movie. I watched as the plane, burning fervently, plummeted down at high speeds, and then hammered into the sea. As an Arwing piolet, I know there is no way to survive such a crash, much less escape unharmed like the characters did.
"So," Game & Watch started as he turned off the TV. "who do you dig, Fox?"
"What?"
"Who is your crush on, man? You can trust us!"
I rolled my eyes while smiling, knowing they were going to say that. "Guys, if you had a crush, would you tell me?"
"I think Jigglypuff is cute!" Pichu blurted out.
"And I think that Samus is really hot," said Game & Watch, then added, "Without her armor on, of course."
I was impressed; these two had no shame in admitting whom they liked. My willpower to keep my crush a secret was fading fast, as I felt I could trust the two.
"Okay, I'll say who, but you had better not tell anyone!" I warned them, shaking a finger at them.
"We won't!" they chanted. "Just tell us."
I took a deep breath, and muttered, "Zelda."
They were both silent for a minute, then both laughed. "What is so funny?" I snapped.
"Fox, who doesn't like Zelda?" Pichu chuckled.
"Everyone loves the elvin princess!" Game & Watch pointed out. "How can you not? She's gorgeous, kind, has pointy ears-"
"What?" Pichu laughed out loud. "So do I, but you don't find me attractive!"
"Your pink cheeks are a real turn-off. But still, Fox, we can keep it a secret that you like Zelda!"
"I do not just like her!" I exclaimed, louder than I meant to. "I...I really do like her. She's...perfect."
"Nobody's perfect, dude," Pichu replied, "but Zelda does come close, as do I."
"Hey, Fox, are you saying that you're in love with Zelda?" Game & Watch pressed the questioning.
"If I am, then it is none of your buisness," I replied coolly.
"True, but hey, just don't let the fact that she's dating Link get you down," he continued.
"What? Why?"
"Because I don't think he's her type. I mean, he's so damn quiet, and he really likes dueling more than any of us. She's passive when out of battle."
What was really surprising to me was that the two had not mentioned the fact that I was not Zelda's species. Were they avoiding it to make me feel better, or had they just not thought of that?
"Well," I decided to say just that, "Link is her species, and I'm not."
"Oh, yeah," muttered Pichu, looking downcast.
"So?" asked Game & Watch at the same time. "I thought Lylatians did not care about what part-species their mate was?"
"How did you know that?" I asked, very surprised.
"The Flat Zone stretches all across the universe. I went to the Lylat system for a field trip when I was in school; thank God I'm out now, I hated it. School, I mean, not Lylat."
"Ah, so you mean, if Fox married Zelda, none of the Lylatians would talk?" Pichu asked curiously.
"They would," Game & Watch said before I could say anything. "They would say, What a lucky bastard'."
"Guys, she's not interested in me!" I blurted out. "Besides," I sunk into the couch. "what could a guy like me offer a princess like her?"
"Oh, not that old expression!" Game & Watch groaned. "Don't go making this a soap oprea, Fox!"
"Yeah, man! Just go out there, and see what she can see in you! ...When she's no longer seeing Link, of course!"
For some peculiar reason, I was feeling better and more confident. They were right about everything! The two clowns of Melee were helping me with my problems!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Mr. Game & Watch called out, "Come on in, nobody's home!"
Then entered the very person we were discussing: Princess Zelda Gaiden. She looked as glamerous as usual, and the fact that I had been talking about her ten seconds ago made it harder to talk.
"Hi, Fox," she said pleasently. "I've been looking for you for some time now; you weren't at the fight, or at your room, so I was wondering wher you might be."
"Ah, well," I stammered, my blood temperature rising. "That...sorry about tha...that. Just watch TV with my friends here."
I was expecting the two to ask Zelda if she had heard of MST3K; they kept telling me how they were going to spread it around Melee. Instead, they said nothing. Looking at them for a brief second, they were not even looking at Zelda or myself! They were smirking to themselves, an feeling of triumph emitting from them.
"Well, if you have some free time later, I could really use your help with my combat skills. What time would be good for you to come to the gym with me?"
"Now."
The reply was not from me, but from Pichu. Winking at me, he added to Zelda, "We are done reeducating him. You may take him away from us."
"Oh, but I don't wish to take him away from you!" Zelda protested.
"We insist," added Game & Watch, trying hard to cover his snickers.
Zelda still looked unsure, then turned to me. "Is it okay with you?"
"Uhhhh...yeah," I stammered, trying hard not to look anxious. "Since Pichu and Mr. Game & Watch insist, I guess I could come with you."
At that moment, Pichu and Mr. Game & Watch burst into loud fits of laughter. Zelda was very surprised, as was I. The two waved good-bye, laughing hard and wiping tears from their eyes.
"What on earth got into those two?" Zelda asked me as we left Game & Watch's room, their laughter fading away fast. "They were acting like you being with me was hilarious."
"Oh, you know those two clowns!" I chuckled nervously; if she only knew that we had just been talking about her. Then she would have known that they had been encouraging me to go after her.
***
"You're planning to replace Sheik as your morph?"
Zelda and I were on the padded area of the gym, which was used for tumbling and wrestling; the padding was a great shock-absorber, which was made from my system. It came from there because Earth's padding is too rough by some standards.
"Yes. I keep recieving rather than giving damage. I think I need a new morph, and Yoshi said you are best to model after."
"Ah, well, that was nice of him," I stammered, desperately trying not to stare. Zelda had changed from her dress into cyan track pants, a green sports bra, and a pink and gold sweatband. The temptation to admire her was incredibly difficult; it made me worry how much harder it would be after she started sweating from working out.
"Fox, honey? Are you okay? You seem so nervous," she asked, looking at me questionally.
"Uh..., no, it's nothing!" I quickly answered. "So, where would like to start?"
"Well, I'm terribly slow when attacking physically. Do you think you can teach me to attack faster?"
So we went to training her to attack faster. And after a half-hour, I learned the one bad thing I can think of about Zelda: she is a bit of a slow learner. It took several attempts before she could master something as simple as a quick uppercut.
By the time we had worked out for an hour, she was sweating profusely, and panting hard. She was, as I suspected, impossible to resist looking at. Her skin glistened from the sweat, glittering like mineral water.
"This," Zelda panted, "is harder than I thought."
"Well, I hope it's helping," I said.
"I do believe it is!" she smiled at me, and I smiled back weakly; it is hard to concentrate when your brain is spinning. Also, I cannot deny that my hormones were working like crazy, and I was resisting the urge to attack her.
"Well, I need to learn how to dodge better too," she was saying. "I keep getting hit when I am trying to dodge them."
"Well, what would you like to know?" I asked her, almost through clentched teeth.
"I don't know. Maybe how to cartwheel, because that seems like a good starter."
I nodded, then told preformed a cartwheel for her to take note of. When she tried, she crashed to the floor. Sighing as she got to her feet, she muttered, "I'm just not good enough."
"Not many learn on their first try, Zelda," I comforted her.
She kept trying, and kept falling to the mat. Only once did she come close, but she landed the wrong way and fall down awkwardly on her seat. She was now showing a few light bruises, and I decided to assist before she hurt herself.
"Here, Zelda, let me try to help you," I volenteered as she stood up. I needed to put my hands on waist for direction, but I was getting nervous just thinking about it. "Errr, would it be okay if helped guide you?"
"Why do you even ask?" She was facing her back to me, but looked around to talk to me.
"Well, I have to put my hands on your waist for guidance, and if you're uncomfortable with that-"
"Honey, as long as you don't get fresh, I'm okay with it," she answered politely, smiling at me.
Swallowing hard, I approached her and, quite slowly, put my hands on her waist. My heart and brain were racing, and I do not think I had been more excited than any other point in my life; not even when I first got to drive an Arwing for the first time.
"Okay now," I started, swallowing what felt like a lump in my throat. "I need you to relax, let all of your energy flow through you. Don't just concentrate on your legs or arms."
She nodded slowly, and I felt her body become less tense. "Now, tip yourself to the side, and do not fear falling over; I'll catch you."
Slowly, she leaned to the side, her hands flinging out when she came close to the floor. "No, don't be so ready to catch yourself! You must trust your senses."
"I'm quoting Peppy now," I thought to myself. "Guess that darned expression isn't just for inspiration."
"Okay, just don't drop me, please!" she pleaded.
"Don't worry, I won't! Now balance yourself on your hands for a few seconds; I'll be holding you so you won't fall."
After she did just that for a few seconds, I helped her get back to her feet. "Okay, now try it yourself."
Zelda looked nervous, staring at the mat as if it would attack her. "Are you sure?"
"Just trust your senses, and don't tense up. Go on and try it."
Swallowing hard, Zelda forced herself to relax. Taking a deep breath, she leaned over...
...and preformed a perfect cartwheel.
"You did it!" I cheered. I felt pride swell up in me; I was a good teacher!
"I can't believe it! I did it!" Zelda exclaimed, then did a few more for good measure. "Oh, thank you, Fox!"
Then she ran over and hugged me. I felt like I was going to die happy, as she held me in her arms. This was truely the best moment of my life...
...then Link walked in, and I suddenly felt like my life was going to end right then.
"Zelda, are you here-" he started as he came in, then saw Zelda parting from hugging me.
"Oh, Link!" Zelda flushed, but whether it was shame or embarresment, I didn't know. "Uh..., Fox was just teaching me how to cartwheel. And well, I know how to do it perfectly."
Link did not reply at first, scowling as he looked between Zelda and myself. "That's pretty good," he said without smiling. "Even I don't know how to cartwheel."
"Yeah, well, I was...that is...," Zelda stammered.
"Zelda, it's okay!" Link interrupted her. "What, you think I suspect you of cheating on me just because you hug another guy?"
"No, no!" she quickly replied. "Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed that of you! ...Uh, I'd better get changed!"
She quickly dashed off to the locker room to change, which I wish she didn't; now I was alone with Link. I watched her depart, then nervously looked over at Link, trying not to show any sign of fear. He was scowling, but whether he was meaning to be intimidating or not was beyond me.
"Nothing happened," I let the words fall out of my mouth.
"I figured as much," replied Link simply. "You don't seem like the kind of guy to try and steal someone's girlfriend."
"Yeah, I'm not," I was saying whatever come to mind first. I hated feeling like this: so afraid of saying the wrong thing, even though I wasn't doing anything wrong.
"Well then," said Link, easing up a bit and smiling slightly. "There's nothing for me to worry about, huh?"
He then lowered his voice, scowling again, "But don't make any moves on her, okay, Fox?"
"I won't," I replied, frowning a bit as well. "What kind of a cad to you take me for?"
"I don't think ill of you. Just don't get too close to her, okay?"
As Link finished saying his little "threat," Zelda came back, dressed in her casual outfit. "Everything all right?" she asked us, notcing our scowls.
I quickly lost my angry look, and replied, "Everything's fine." It sounded pretty forced, as did Link's nod.
"Well, okay then! Thanks again, Fox!" she smiled at me before leaving with Link.
***
"What?! He was threatening you?!"
Mr. Game & Watch shouted as he, Pichu, and myself headed for the auditorium. There was supposed to be a few announcements, one concerning the new contestants. However, having never heard or seen of any newcomers, I doubted we would be meeting any new participants.
I had only time to talk to the two tomorrow, and they were anxious to find out about every detail about what went on between Zelda and I. The battle between the Ice Climbers, Mewtwo, and Bowser yesterday ended with a triumphant victory for Mewtwo, as the psychic literally blasted the competition away.
"Not really, but he was telling me basically to stay away from Zelda," I answered him.
"What a jerk," grumbled Pichu as he adjusted his goggles. "Some men can be so possessive. It wasn't like you were kissing her!"
"I know," I muttered. "Link is just probably suspicious of my feelings for Zelda."
"He probably thinks it's just lust guiding you, dude," said Game & Watch. "After all, if I were in your place, he would just smirk and ignore it."
"That's true, man," agreed Pichu. "Although I must say I envy you, Fox. I never get heartfelt hugs from any women."
We dropped the subject as we neared the auditorium, for we didn't want anyone to overhear us. Now quoting the episode of MST3K we saw, we laughed as we entered. Feeling good, we sat in the first row to the right, just like the Mike and the Bots.
When everyone was seated, the man who had insulted Pichu when asking for new members began the morning announcements. He told us the battles today (even though we all already knew), which were Young Link verses Mario verses Samus, and Game & Watch verses Donkey Kong verses Roy.
"Our next announcement is that new Smashers are still being debated. We will hold auditions for those volenteered at the end of the week. If you have any suggestions, please see the main office."
"Make us!" shouted someone in the crowd. The man looked around indignantly, but could not identify the one who had said that. That was because Pichu was bust looking around like everyone else was so taht he looked innocent.
The official then cleared his throat loudly and continued, "Well, anyway, we welcome all of you and your suggestions. Remember, it is important we find at least one battler."
"Make them dance!" shouted another voice. Mr. Game & Watch looked around for the "source" like everyone else, and his cover was secrued.
"And for our last announcement," the man started again.
"You're having a sex change?" asked Pichu, keeping his cover at the same time.
"We have," snapped the man, red with anger, "an annoucement from Princess Zelda Gaiden. Ms. Gaiden?"
The crowd applauded politely as Zelda rose from her seat elequently. When she stood in front of the group, Game & Watch and Pichu were shouting, "Speech! Author! Speech! Author and speech!"
"Thank you, thank you," Zelda said politely to the crowd.
"Speech!" added Game & Watch.
Zelda smiled, amused by the jokster who was still to be reveiled. "Well, as some of you may know, I have decided to change my transformation, as Sheik has been costing me too much in battles. This is nothing solid, but since Melee considers Sheik to be like a contestant, they required me to tell you all.
"Also, they want me to show you my new transformation, since they think it would be cheating if I transformed for the first time while in battle. So, here it is...,"
Raising her arms, and suddenly glowing a bright white, the clear music that rang whenever Zelda changed into Sheik rang throughout the room. However, when she was done, it was not Sheik she had changed into.
My jaw dropped; I could not believe my eyes.
Zelda was now very much like a Lylatian, half human and half vixen. Her body was covered with a thin, silky coat of blue fur, apart from the white fur on her face. She wore little, only a golden bra with white triangles imprinted on it covered her breasts, and a silverly loincloth was settling around her waist. Long, gold bracelets with hierogriphics carved in them were around her wrists, ankels and neck. She wore white sandals with a golden triangle on each. Her tail had two white bands around her tail, and a yellow headband on top of her short blue hair. She had on small, golden shoulderpads, and white symbols were glowing faintly on the top of her arm, looking like mystic tattoos. She wore a necklace with a green gem in the center, and a beaded tiara that had a red jewel in the center. In her hand, she was holding a long staff with a bright, gold, tri-pointed headset on the top.
Blinking her cyan eyes, Zelda looked at all of us and smiled pleasently with her new mouth. "I call her Krystal. What do you think?"
Zelda was now the most gorgeous Lylatian I had even seen in my life. The most beautiful elf I knew just became the most beautiful Lylatian I knew.
"I think your chances just increased," Game & Watch snickered as he nudged me.