New Smashers, New Troubles

Chapter 1: Noobies Arrive

Well, this is my first story here at Please don't flame me too hard.

Note: First chapter will be unnecessarily large. Don't expect anymore chapters that are this long in this story.

Disclaimer: I own everything except Super Smash Brothers Melee, its characters, and Smasher Mansion.

It was almost a perfectly normal day at Smasher Mansion: Link was trying to chop the overgrown grass around the mansion with the Master Sword, Samus was walking around without her suit which earned her a lot of fans, and so on and so on.

Except for when the airhorn blasted over the intercom, it would have been a normal day.

All the Smashers walked inside from the lawn, grumbling. They had been having a pool party, and Mario and his brother Luigi had been just going to jump off the high jump. Everyone had even already placed their bets.

"What could be happening now?" Mewtwo was floating off the ground by a couple of feet, musing over the alarm. A very loud Peach brought him out of his thoughts.

"Wow, I wonder what's happening right now! Whaddya think, Mewtwo, what's happening? Well!"

The evil Pokemon mumbled something about, "Idiot buffoon," and floated off in front of Peach.

"C'mon, answer me, darn it!"

Everyone crowded into the introduction hall, where they all went when an alarm rose. After many minutes, finally they were all seated.

Master Hand came out from behind the stage and grabbed the microphone. Everyone immediately shut up.

"Ahem, testing one two three. Now, the reason I've called you all here is-"

Peach waved her hand in the air. "Oh, are we going on another field trip?"

"No, can I continue?"

"Sorry."

"All right, the reason I've called you all here is-"

Peach waved her hand again. "Are we going to the mall together again?"

Master Hand was getting very annoyed, but managed to not shout at the Mushroom Kingdom princess. "No, and please do not do that again."

Peach finally understood, and shut her lid.

"All right, before I was interrupted by Ms. Yappy McYapdress, where was I? Oh yes. We have three new fighters joining our ranks today."

A ripple of talk went through the entire hall. Master Hand tapped the mike, albeit a bit hard, and everyone stopped talking again.

"Now, would you three please come out?"

From behind the stage where Master Hand was, three figures stepped out of the back. Because of the poor lighting, however, no one could actually tell what they looked like until they stepped onto the edge of the stage.

When the first of the figures approached the stage and was able to been seen by all, a wolf whistle came from Falco. The first of the new Smashers was a girl, and a pretty good-lookin' girl by the looks of most of the male faces in the audience. She had raven black hair going to the small of her back, looked about 20, and had a katana strung to her left hip. Her Japanese face was well rounded, and her skin was tanned a bit and smooth. But what made the boys stare was her body. In their opinion, Paris Hilton couldn't look better. Which wasn't the case. All in all, a real Japanese beauty.

"Um-uhh, c-could you introduce yourself t-to the rest of your future allies?" Even Master Hand, who usually wasn't fazed by human beauty, was stuttering in front of her. She came up and took the mike from him.

"Hi, everyone! My name's Kyoko Makashiro. And, you," Kyoko pointed at Fox. "You got a little drool on your chin." She placed a finger on her own chin where he was dribbling.

Fox's face flushed, and he quickly wiped the saliva from his chin. Falco elbowed him in the side, chuckling. "Oh, if Krystal could see you now…."

"You were the one whistling for her."

"Oh yeah."

Link shouted to Kyoko, "What are your abilities or whatever? Couldn't care less, but I suppose we should know."

She immediately answered. "I can manipulate shadows and water to my own will, and can generate water out of thin air. I have a pair of black-and-blue wings, but I don't use them a lot. And this katana here," Kyoko pointed to said weapon, "is my weapon. I'm pretty lethal with it."

Marth whispered to Roy, "She might be pretty tough after all." Roy grudgingly handed him a couple of coins.

"Now, will the second of our new friends come up?"

When he hit the stage, Peach and Samus gasped.

"He….is…..so….HOT!" Peach squealed. "Hey-a, I heard-a that!" Mario said.

He looked about 21 and had long black hair to his shoulder blades, which was spiky at the ends. He looked really fit; every muscle in his body was finely toned under his skin-tight white shirt. Japanese, like Kyoko. Peach and Samus sighed simultaneously.

Kyoko saw the two of them. "Hey, hey, he's spoken for!"

The remark gave Falco an idea. "What about you?"

She smirked visibly. "Sorry. Already spoken for as well."

The burly co-pilot of the Starfox hung his head in defeat. "Man, why do I never get any girls?"

Zelda, who was more perceptive than most, nudged Link's arm. "Link, look at those two."

He turned his elfish head around to stare at her. "Why?"

Zelda continued with her lips barely moving. "Look at how they got nervous after Kyoko said that they were spoken for. And, their hands are inching together, albeit a bit jerkily."

"Ya don't think…."

"Of course."

Master Hand tapped the mike again to get everyone's attention. "Now, what's your name and abilities or weapons?"

The man spoke in a flowing, voice, though just the tiniest bit deep. "M' name's Kenwa Suichino, and I can use power of ice. I can make it come out of thin air like Kyoko with her water, and manipulate it. I have a set of white-and-sky-blue wings. My weapon is this Japanese katana," he patted the sheath strapped to his back, "and like Kyoko, I am lethal with it."

Kyoko whispered to him, "You sound like a robot, koishii."

He murmured back. "Doing the best I can in front of a crowd."

Master Hand took to the mike again and called out the third and final new Smasher.

Nana's eyes grew big. "Popo, look!" She put a hand to her coat, where her heart was. "I think I'm in love."

Her brother snorted. "Feh!"

The boy who had just walked on stage was about 10. His multicolored hair was spiked, but not sticking straight up. He looked pretty cool to Nana in his ripped jeans and T-shirt, but looked really bratty to everyone else. Japanese as well.

"What's your name and abilities or weapons?"

"Looks like we got an entire shipment from Japan." Roy was looking at his fingernails when he said this to Marth.

"We're from Japan, baka."

"Oh yeah…."

The little kid put his hands in his pockets before answering. "Lessee here, my name's Ashimaru. Any move that I watch and or get hit by I can do. I have an infinite memory, so I can store all da moves in my mind. And I have two short katanas for weapons." He pointed to his back, where there were strapped like Kenwa's.

Master Hand came up once again and grabbed the mike from Ashimaru. "Right, any questions?"

No one said a thing. Somewhere, a cricket could be heard.

Master Hand swung around, seemingly looking around at the audience with unseen eyes. Then it came to a decision, and faced forward again. "Now, with all due speed, to the wire-frame stage!"

The Smashers all got up as one and flew for the door. It gave one the feeling that they had practiced this routine. "You three, come with me." Master Hand motioned to the new Smashers, and took them through a corridor.

Not too sure what to say…I'm not a professional writer, so I can't really say if this is a good story….please review, I guess…..