Note: hey this is like the first disclaimer I've written in a while!! ok, so you're wondering why, eh? Well, one of my own made-up characters is introduced in this chappy, Jean, who is sort of a cross between Roy and Link. Strange combo? I thought so, too, and that's why I made her! Anyway, just don't steal her or nuthin' and everything will be fine :)
now, on with story =^_______^=
Master Hand hovered over his workstation, cooperating w/ Crazy Hand to type on a normal-sized keyboard. Pretty hard for two huge hands. The young women crowded in the corner, occasionally giggling about something... except one. She found herself rarely even smiling anymore, after all of the troubles her green eyes had seen.
Sighing to herself, she turned to Crazy Hand. "How much longer is this going to take?" she asked in her husky voice, that of a young boy's, one that was tinged w/ a nearly unnoticeable Slavic accent.
"Well- NO!!!! Idiot!! The freaking Z is over there!!- at this pace, a while," Crazy Hand answered, breaking in his answer to bitch out Master Hand.
"Great," she muttered sarcastically, twirling her sword in her left hand. "I can only wait..."
Ganny, aghast from finding out that Bowser was gay, wandered aimlessly through the hallway. Impa, being the little snoop she is, drilled him w/ questions and then left, felling she'd gathered enough information to start her own newspaper, along w/ Pichu's and Mewtwo's help. Jumping as though from nowhere, Falco tackled the unsuspecting Ganny.
"Hey! Come on, bro, we're gonna be late!!" Falco told him, running down the hallway.
"....for what?" Ganny wondered aloud, also dashing down the hall.
In the kitchen, where it seemed to everyone that many events went on, the group of girls gathered behind Master Hand and Crazy Hand, blocking them from the eyes of the smashers.
After a lengthy speech, or so it seemed to Roy, Master Hand finally told them about the group of girls. One stepped out, a delicate and frail girl in a VERY long skirt. She snorted, pushed her geeky glasses higher up on her nose, and smiled, revealing crooked teeth clothed in braces.
"Hi," she said nasally, "I'm like your average teen. Couldn't find a date so I decided to save the world... yup."
"Remind you of someone?" Marth muttered to Roy, who glared back at him.
A bunch more young women introduced themselves, but one caught everyone's eye. REALLY caught everyone's eye, like a lot. Every glistening inch of her screamed "¡¡SEXY!!" at the smashers. Even Master Hand and Crazy Hand couldn't help but gape..... wait.. how can two huge hands GAPE????? Aw, just try to imagine it.
"I am Anaxandra, princess of Amklian," she announced, grinning to reveal perfect, straight, white teeth. Her curly hairs were rose petals, scattered over the floor where a Goddess would soon stroll, her eyes cobalt pools from the holiest water, skin healthy-looking but not too tan. The dress she wore was that of a simple farm girl, although it matched her eyes perfectly.
"There is... yes, one more girl," Crazy Hand declared in a slightly higher voice. Moving to the side, he revealed a sulky reddish-brown haired eighteen-year-old who leaned against the wall and kept her emerald eyes on the floor. A sheath was buckled to the right side of her hip, indicating that she was left handed. She was clad in the sea green outfit of a protector of royalty. Golden bands around the upper arms of her uniform indicated high rank, a very rare sight for a woman. Marth, noticing her war boots, wondered how many men she'd slaughtered. Au natural- a guy would! And then, I dashed out.
*slicks back wet hair and sings to some mysterious music that plays in the background* "...hold me/whatever lies beyond this morning/ is a little later on/ regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all/ nothing's like before.." *the Hikki song played in the background* The basis for the whole reason I aspired to learn Japanese! WOO! *the song ends and another one plays* "Reisei na manazashi de kono chijou no in to yo wo/ Sayuu ni kakiwaketeku/ Watashi wa ano koro kara kimi wo mane shitakute/ Sukoshi togarashita kuchibiru de saki e tsukisusumu."
*Roy recognizes the song* "Hey! That's 'Uso Mitai Na I Love You,' right?" he asked. *everyone that can speak Japanese blinks at him* "Don't....ask....how....I...knew...that..."
"Uh, I won't, sweetie! Now, I jumped out of nowhere to kind of introduce everyone to Jean and Anaxandra, at their worst moments!! Copied and pasted right from my story of them!(which, btw, will be on fictionpress.net shortly....) You can plagiarize yourself, right?" *the plagiarism police wait outside the door, eager to strike* "Anyway, the one for Jean. Embarrassing, but, hehe, I LIVE to embarrass people!" *I start reading off of a piece of paper*
"Ten minutes later, Jean stopped outside of an expensive-looking Russian store. The two young women marched in and Jean leaned over the counter. A clerk skipped out, dropped his jaw and voiced something in Russian. Jean tipped further over the counter, until her face and the clerk's face were mere centimeters apart. Jean whispered some Russian to him, a talent Janine hadn't known Jean possessed, and he uttered Russian back. Then, their lips locked in a fervent kiss. Janine stumbled backwards and knocked over some makeup jars, her mouth hanging open from pure shock."
Jean's face reddened in remembrance as all eyes turned to her. Janine, the red-headed klutz, who CLOSELY resembled Gannondorf, shook her head and covered her eyes.
*I read off a paper for Anaxandra*
"Anaxandra dejectedly wandered back to her room, trying to erase what she'd just seen from the depths of her mind. She wanted to lock the thought of her mother committing treason as far back into the reaches of the universe as it would go, never to be felt by her mind again. Incensed tears formed behind her eyes, but did not seep down her rosy cheeks. Pushing open the door to her own room, she spotted a slave cleaning up her quarters. Though she didn't wish to be mean to her slaves, she wanted to be left alone, and the slave wasn't permitting that."
Anaxandra frowned angrily at the thought still, but then remembered that the poor slave that had done nothing to her had suffered for it, and, ashamed, she looked away from... whatever she was staring at.
"Yes, I can write and not be overly silly, well... actually, Jean's part took me forever to write it, I was too, uh... sheepish. But then Janine swore, to take me mind off it!!
"Fuck!" Janine cussed colorfully, examining the face paints all over her dress."
"That was silly. Heh," me say.
Ganny suddenly bust into the kitchen. Janine, turning, widened her eyes and Ganny's eyes did, too.
"Janine?" he asked, amazed, right before hugging her.
Janine stepped back, all eyes watching her, and slapped him with all her might. "JACKASS!" she screamed at him. "Where'd you go? I-I missed you." Stifling tears, Janine fled to Jean's arms, and Jean moved for the first time and hugged her, attempting to comfort the crying teen.
Ganny felt awful. The smashers, all utterly confuzzled, became more confuzzled when Naboru walked in and also hugged Janine, evil-eying Ganny. Janine grumbled about everything before storming off. Jean ran after her and dragged her back, quoting a wise Russian saying to her.
"What the hell does that mean?" Janine wondered angrily, struggling.
"Cherish moments with familiar ones," Jean translated in English, frowning at Janine.
Everyone was surprised at the way she sounded, almost like, forgive me, my Bishounen, Roy. They all looked from Jean, to Janine, to Roy, to Ganny, to Naboru, and then fell over, twitching, from moving their heads so much.
"I'm dizzy!" Falco announced, covering his eyes and twirling around the floor.
*everyone watches**everyone laughs**everyone gets up* Ganny tried to explain. "Well-I-it's-uh-luh-snuh-muh-buh-juh-fuh-kuh-puh-guh-"
Everyone: "SHUT UP!"
Janine still glowered at Ganny, whom she was mysteriously acquainted with. Jean held the fuming fat girl.
*Janine stops glaring at Ganny and looks at innocent ~me~* "Did you just call me fat?" she asked.
*sweatdrop* "Well, I didn't know you knew what I write about you..." I say, looking dumb.
*everyone disregards it and gets back to watching Janine glare angrily* "Sweetie, I-" Ganny started, but was cut off by Janine.
"Don't 'Sweetie' me. You have an explanation for your leave. NOW TEEL ME!" Janine said curtly.
"Well," Ganny felt the weight of many eyes on him, awaiting an answer. "An affair. I....was...having....an....affair."
"WORTHLESS PIECE OF SCUM!" Janine, Jean, and Anaxandra all yelled at the same time. They all walked closer to him, encasing him in an inescapable half circle.
"My mother led the fall of our kingdom with an affair. Once the city found out about it, scandal erupted and they forced us all into exile," Anaxandra told him coldly. Marth immediately felt a connection with her; he knew what it was like to be forced out of your home for a crime you didn't commit. Frowning, the princess turned abruptly on her heel and stood next to one of the girls, a river elf that went by the name of Siobhan.
Jean put her two cents in. "My father," she confessed quietly, her voice shaking w/ rage, "cheated on my mother while she carried me. He had a kid with the dumb bitch and they ran off together, leaving my mother alone and forgotten." Janine squinted at her.
"You never told me that!" Janine pointed out.
"Never got around to it," Jean lied, going to stand, expressionless, next to Anaxandra. Janine didn't need to say anything. A glare and pout was all she needed to make even Gannondorf feel bad.
"Ah, yes, I'm not going to ask." Master Hand announced. "Now, all of these lovely young ladies will be leaving, except for Anaxandra, Jean, Janine, Siobhan, and Kameline. Jean, Kameline, and, if anyone could be heartless enough to hurt her, Anaxandra, can fight. Janine has no sword."
"I have my hands, dumbass!" Janine interjected, waving her hands around.
"Uh, on second thought, Janine can fight."
The first person who the girls wanted to battle was, of course, Gannondorf, for being such a jerk and CHEATING! *gasp* It was a stacked three-to-one team battle against the ignorant male specimen, as all girls would have it.
They all stormed off to the Hyrule Temple. Jean struck first, with a quick stab of her sword, then ran, with incredible Marth-like speed, to his other side. Wishing to inflict some bodily harm, Janine punched him in the gut with a grunt. Anaxandra stood far away and focused all of her energy into her fingertips and waved her arms out in front of her, unleashing a huge flood of water that Gannondorf immediately died from. Ignoramus came back on an odd revival platform thingie. Jean paused to think about what it could be, until Ganny swept her feet out from under her. Getting up and wiping the blood from her nose, she viciously kicked him in the thigh. As he took his time being stunned, Janine slapped him a lot. Anaxandra saw a flower drop in front of her, so she picked it up and hurled it at Ganny. A flower promptly grew from his head, which Janine found funny. Ganny barely got a slap in as all of the girls attacked him at the same time, kicking, slashing, and slapping. Finally, he just walked off the cliff and died.
Later that night, The girls all crowded around the lounge room. Impa chatted to MewTwo on a walkie-talkie, discussing the arrangement of the newspaper, as Saria checked out a picture of a hottie that happened to be on the wall.
"Mmmmm, he's cuuuuuuuuuutttttte," Saria drooled, stroking the poster. The black-haired mountain climber known as Nana that stood next to her examined him critically.
"Not as cute as Young Link," Nana giggled, Saria joining in.
"Or, Roy!" Saria suggested, thinking lovely thoughts about his ass.
"Roy? Well... he's ok, I guess," Malon said from behind the girls.
"OK?!!?!?!?!?!???!?!?!" Saria and Nana exclaimed, whirling around and giving her a double dose of EVIL EYE!! HAHAHA!
"I'll bet that no one in here besides you thinks he's 'ok!'" Nana wagered, squinting evilly at her. Standing up on a nearby chair, Nana announced, "Who here likes Roy?"
*everyone roars and hoops and hollers and claps until Nana gets off the chair* Nana stuck out her chest triumphantly. "See?"
Malon grunted something about stupid redheads before remembering that SHE was a redhead, so she smashed her head repeatedly on a wall. Across the room, Samus practiced singing.
"You have a very sweet voice," Anaxandra complimented.
"Thanks," Samus said, her voice cracking.
Samus's personal voice trainer, adult Malon, touched the young bounty hunter's smooth neck, noting the length and size of it. "Now, I want you to go up the musical scale one more time," Adult Malon commanded her.
"Again?" Samus sighed, beginning the musical scale.
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