Chibi Potion Number Nine

Chapter three: The "Rock Concert"

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BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

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The noise was enough to scare the surrounding wildlife from where ever it had been that they were. Squirrels, rabbits, birds, mice, and a mole scrambled—or flew—from their places in the surrounding woods, scrambling over and around the two boys.

Poor Link mistook one of the birds for a chicken though—we all know he has issues with chickens—and promptly jumped five feet in the air, clinging to a conveniently positioned tree branch.

"Ch-ch-chickens!" he stuttered. Roy slapped his forehead, slowly running his fingers down his face.

"THEY'RE NOT CHICKENS YOU IDIOT!" Roy shouted at the Hylian. The swords man turned around, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Now, what on Earth was that?"

"By 'that' do you mean that oddly out of place bang?" Link asked. "Because—" he wasn't given time to finish, though for as he spoke, the branch he had been clinging to snapped, sending him plummeting to the ground.

"…Cymbals…" Link muttered weakly.

Roy shook his head sadly.

"You are one pitiful excuse for a hero, the littler version of you is more threatening." He sighed. "And yes, by 'that' I meant the bang."

Link didn't reply, the impact had knocked him out. (poor link…) Roy glared at the Hylian, before sighing again.

"You know what? You sigh a lot too." Marth's voice came from behind him. In an instant, Roy had drawn his sword and slashed the closest thing behind him. Which happened to be a snare drum. The swords man gazed at the drum a moment, confused as to where it came from. Though, after simply adverting his gaze to the path, he got his answer.

Of course, it was Marth, though the swords master was gazing sorrowfully at the drum. An electric guitar was hanging over his shoulder, and a pick in his right hand. His blue hair had been gelled, and stuck straight out. That and his now apparent outfit. That of a rock star wannabe.

Roy blinked, staring at his friend,

"Marth…?" he managed to choke out after a moment.

"You killed Phillip…" Marth said weakly. "He's dead…"

"Phillip?" Roy asked. Marth sniffed, brushing the hair from his eyes.

"My poor Phillip…we'll never forget you." He mourned, plucking a daisy from the ground and laying it on the pile of wood and…whatever else it is that you make drums out of.

"The drum has a name?" Roy asked. Marth nodded.

"We were gonna play a rock concert, but you killed Phillip, so now you have to make due without a snare drum."

Roy stepped backwards.

"Whoa, what? Me?" he asked. Marth nodded. Roy wasn't sure, but the sword master looked younger. It could have been the shock clouding his judgment. He didn't know. Marth advanced.

"Marth, don't come any closer." Roy warned, backing up. Marth grinned.

"Don't worry Roy-boy, this won't take very long."

"When we figure out what's wrong with you, Marth, you re so DEAD!" Roy turned on his heel and sprinted in the opposite direction. Marth pursued.

It didn't take very long for Roy to trip over the deadly tree branch of doom, leaving plenty of time for Marth to catch up with him, and give him the rock star wannabe make-over. When the swords master had finished, he smiled,

"There ya go, Roy-boy! All done!" Marth handed Roy a mirror.

"Oh, good gods…" Roy trailed off, taking in his new image. His hair had been plastered to his head, and he now had on a blue head band that had the words 'punk rock' on it. His outfit…we'll say was similar to Marth's…I need not go into detail about it. Mainly because I have no idea what rock stars wear, so there. Back to the story.

"MARTH WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" Roy shouted, his voice growing steadily louder and more shrill by the word. Marth smiled,

"I gave you the rock star make over, silly! Now c'mon, let's go back and play the concert!"

Roy was given no time to protest, for Marth took him by the wrist and ran back to his drum set and guitar. There, Marth threw Roy into the drummers chair and handed him the sticks.

"Now when I start playing, you do the beat, Roy, okay?" Marth said, though didn't wait for an answer, and started to play the guitar.

Oh the horrors! The out of tune-ness, the lack of rehearsal, the cheesy dance moves! (A/n: after you read this line, make a face like you're terrified, and scream. If you get in trouble, blame me.)

Roy covered his ears, pleased that Marth didn't seem to notice that he wasn't playing. He quietly slipped away from his friend, returning his image to its former state.

"Oh, Marth, you are going to pay." He muttered. Looking up, he noticed that Link was beginning to get up. Roy darted over to him,

"Shut up and listen, Link." He said, "Marth is to preoccupied playing that guitar to notice us. On the count of three, we knock him out and drag him to Dr. Mario."

Link nodded silently, following as Roy snuck through the forest, and back to where Marth was rocking on.

"One…" Roy whispered.

"Two…"

"THREE!"

They pounced…

A/n:falls over backwards: I can't believe I wrote this in…uh…two hours! And that's not what I can't believe! What I can't believe is that MY INTERNET HAD TO GO AND GET BROKEN FOR FOREVER! I go and finish this in a timely manner and my internet crashes. That just sucks. So sorry for the wait. It was beyond my control. And now…guess what time it is? ITS TIME FOR ME TO ASK FOR IDEAS! So…anybody? Anybody? Anybody? Anyone out there have ideas for me? If they're really good, I'll include them, all credit to the maker-upper mind you. So review! And once again sorry!