Roy: Hey, KT! It's really you! We thought we'd lost you!
Link: Good GOD, where have you been?
Marth: My Lady! I was so worried about you! Where did you disappear to?
KT: Oh my goodness! Roy! Link! Marth! I haven't seen you guys in so long! I missed you! It feels like I had strayed into a dream, and was lost, but… you were there… all of you. And there was this other person, this really mean one who would hurt me if I didn't turn my chapters in on time…. Ah… h-hello Karanos…
Karanos/brandishes whip/ Where have you been?
KT: Uh… hehehe….
Karanos: I shall deal with you later. It's been far too long since we had an update here. Do the stuff, and answer the reviewers.
KT: ah, right. Link, do the stuff.
Link: Wow, it's been so long since I did this, I don't hate it anymore. Kuroi Tenshi – Dark Angel does not own SSBM or any of its characters. She does own Sarah Holly and Jasmine Miles.
KT: Right… um… Let's see… Link, I think it's your turn to answer reviews.
Link: cool. Here we go.
Hylian Dragoness – Pssh, Roy doesn't need any money. But I do like the idea of the knife. In any case, I think it probably was pretty sweet of him to buy that necklace, but then he goes and does something stupid, and returns it! How dumb can you get?
Ledzeplisa – Wait… what are these 'scrunchies' and 'barrettes'? I'm a little confused…
Max Fuchs – Wake him up? Oh, man, he's always awake. I mean, he eats like ten candy bars every night, plus the coffee, and let's not forget the masses of potato chips. He's really hyper. Thanks for the review.
Lvmj – Yeah, I'll help with that problem. We all think she needs some serious help. (Marth: She does not!) Thanks for the review, as always!
Windkiller – Yeah, Karanos kinda has that effect. The other girls don't really seem to like the insensitivity, though.
Shadow – I'm glad you liked Getting Over Our Troubles. Unfortunately, I can't answer your question. KT and Karanos don't tell us what their future story plans are. They seem to feel like they have the upper hand on us if they keep it a secret, or something.
Tymaporer – Oh yeah, he'll be embarrassed. And knowing how KT works, that probably how it will go. Mr. G&W doesn't really have much of a part in this. He doesn't seem that important, in any case. Thanks for the review.
MoonCat07 – Wow, did he really mess up that many times? That's interesting. Unfortunately for Roy, he's not a very patient person.
Daikonran – Ar… you know what? I really suck at the whole pirate talk thing, so I'm just not gonna try. Roy has changed, or so KT seems proud of talking about around here. Let me tell you, it bores the CRAP out of us when she does that. I'm sorry your computer got hacked, 'cause you know it's all my fault. Whatever.
Link: Done. Moving on… KT: Right. Here's the chapter!
In Midwinter's Stillness – Just Deal With It
Roy crept quietly down to the common room, clutching his somewhat small bag of presents tightly in his left arm. Glancing around stealthily, he made sure no one was around. Deciding he was alone, he moved toward the tree happily. He never liked putting his presents out when people were watching. It was much better to have them 'appear' magically. It added to the wonder of Christmas.
Roy placed his presents under the tree and stood up. He stood back and admired the whole tree happily for a moment, making sure he was satisfied. With a smile, he turned and left. He was hungry. It was definitely time for breakfast.
The dining hall was almost empty when he arrived. Pikachu and Jigglypuff were sitting in one corner, and Fox sat in silence, brooding over his breakfast. Sarah sat at their usual table, paperwork scattered all around her. Despite the early hour, Roy thought she looked a little harried.
"What's all this stuff?" he asked, sitting down across from her.
Sarah looked up. "Oh, good morning, Roy. These are
all the papers and forms I have to fill out in order to get our
sponsors for the up-coming season."
Roy grabbed a piece of fruit from the basket in the middle of the table. "You look frustrated, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Oh yes, I'm very frustrated," Sarah heaved a sigh and propped her chin on her hand to look at him. "All our former sponsors are feeling 'uneasy' about this season. They're afraid of our 'under new management' sign. They probably think I can't handle the job, and that I'll run the tournament to failure."
"Goodness, that's not fair of them at all," Roy said. "You've done a fine job of keeping everything under control through the winter, which is when we're all the most restless. If you can do that, you can handle the tournament season like it's pie."
Sarah smiled. "Thanks, Roy. But I haven't really managed so well. I mean, there's your fight with Falcon. You're arm got broken!"
Roy frowned. "Don't you listen to Marth when he tells you not to blame yourself for everyone else's stupid mistakes?"
"I… well, yeah…"
"It's not your fault that my arm got broken," Roy huffed. He stood and walked toward the kitchen. "I'm going to get my breakfast. I'll be back."
When he returned, carrying his heavily laden tray before him, more of the Smashers had come down to breakfast. Ganon sat in his usual shadowy corner, and Mario and Luigi were eating in the middle of the dining hall. At his own table, Peach and Zelda had arrived. Zelda had no crutches near her.
Roy resumed his place across from Sarah and began to eat. "Good morning, girls. Where are your crutches, Zelda?"
"Oh, those old things?" Zelda tossed her golden hair over her shoulder. "I ditched them. Our relationship wasn't really working out anymore. They weren't doing anything for me."
Roy laughed. "Great news, Zelda."
Peach picked up one of the papers surrounding Sarah and read over it. "Give me a pen. I'll fill some of these out." Sarah looked up abruptly. "What? Oh, no, I couldn't ask you to do that!"
Peach clucked her tongue. "Nonsense. I can be practical too, you know. Now, give me that pen." The princess stretched out her hand to Sarah, who grudgingly handed her a pen.
More Smashers had trickled into the dining hall. Roy saw that Falco had joined Fox in his brooding. The rest of the Pokemon had appeared, as well as the kids. Roy turned when he heard his name called. Link and Marth entered the room together and joined their table.
"Hey, everyone," Link said in greeting as he passed by on his way to the kitchen.
Marth took his seat next to Sarah. "Sponsors?" He asked.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Peach is helping. I couldn't stop her."
Marth smiled. "Okay then. I'll be back in a minute." The prince stood and went to the kitchen just as Link sat down with his tray. The group waited a moment to make sure Marth was really gone and then burst into laughter. Sarah blushed. "Oh, leave us alone."
"You are just too cute together!" Peach said.
Zelda smiled. "Come on, Sarah. You know Peach and I aren't making fun of you. It's the boys who are sniggering over their breakfasts."
"What? It's really funny to watch him be so… so girly." Link said.
"Girly? It's romantic!" Zelda argued.
"Yeah. Being so emotional and all is really romantic."
"At least I don't wear tights," Marth said as he placed his tray on the table and sat down.
Link blanched. "Ah! Marth! I, uh, didn't see you come up!"
"I know you didn't."
Roy smiled and sat back, finished with his breakfast. It looked like all the Smashers were in the dining hall now, enjoying their meals.
Peach interrupted the banter between Zelda, Link and Marth. "Sarah, where is Jazz? Shouldn't she be helping you with these forms, too?"
Sarah shook her head. "I asked her to get started early on some of the tougher maintenance on the stages. You know the tournament will be starting in March, so I figure now is as good a time to get started as ever."
Zelda looked excited. "We can help, too! It'll give us something to do. What do you guys think? Peach? Link?" Peach and Link both nodded.
"That sounds like a good idea," Marth said.
"What about you, Roy? Are you listening?" Zelda asked.
Roy was not listening. He was staring across the
dining hall at the person who had just entered. Captain Falcon stared
straight back at him.
"What are you staring at, pansy?" the racer spat out. Roy said nothing.
Sarah stood up. "Falcon, you are under probation, as it were. Don't do anything rash."
Falcon glared at her, then turned on his heel and went to his table.
Sarah sighed. "I've got to take these back to my office. Roy, try not to get into another fight with that one. He's hard enough to control on his own."
Roy was indignant. "It's not my fault!"
Sarah smiled. "I know it's not. See you all later!" She left.
Peach sighed. "I still think he's an idiotic jerk."
"Of course he is," Zelda agreed, rolling her eyes.
Roy couldn't help staring at the racer across
the dining hall. He tugged absently at his cast again. Roy ignored the
others as they continued to talk about how horrible Falcon was.
Falcon met Roy's eyes and smirked. "I'll ask you again, punk. What are you staring at?"
The dining hall fell silent. The Smashers watched uneasily, frightened of what the racer might do.
He stood up. "You're such a weakling. You can't even begin to defend yourself against a real attack." He gestured at Roy's broken arm as evidence to his point. Roy simply glared. He wasn't going to do anything stupid this time. He would just keep his mouth shut.
Captain Falcon suddenly burst into laughter. The Smashers looked at each other warily, and then back at the racer. "You wanna know what I was just thinking about, you little piece of slime? Do you?"
Roy made himself ignore him. He knew he would tell everyone what was on his mind without his encouragement. "Ha!" the racer pointed at Roy. "I was just picturing you, lying at the side of the Termina Bay pool, shaking and whimpering and crying because you'd gotten a little wet! What kind of man lets a little fall into a pool scare him? A man who isn't, that's what kind. You're a wuss, a sissy, a coward. You don't even deserve to hold a place in this tournament!"
Roy felt himself burn with shame and embarrassment as the crowd turned to look at him as a whole. Falcon just stood there and laughed. Roy was so upset he couldn't tell if the laughter was only coming from the racer, or if it had spread through the others in the room, people he didn't want to know his weakness. Left fist clenching, Roy stood abruptly and stormed from the dining hall. He didn't hear his friends calling for him to come back. He didn't even know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away from the laughter, away from the people, but especially away from Falcon. One thing was certain: the racer was quickly becoming poison to Roy. If he didn't find an antidote quickly, there was no telling what Falcon would do to him.
KT : Okay, that's done, now I'm going to run away before Karanos kills me.
Karanos: Oh, don't worry. I won't kill you. Dead people don't write very good stories.
KT: ah…
Link: I don't think you have to worry about your arms or hands, either.
Roy: Instead, I would worry about your feet. I think she might staple them to the floor by the computer.
Marth: She might tie you to the computer chair and stand over you with a whip.
KT/cowers/
Marth: I would try to protect you, but you know none of us can stand against Karanos when you've made her as mad as you have.
Karanos: See you later, boys. KT and I have some business to attend to. /drags KT belowdecks/
KT/cries/
Roy: Review please!