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Consequences of Koopa Ninjas

Written by The Evil Fishy/Okami-chan

© by a bunch of Nintendo people

Chapter 2

Later that day, Link was playing tennis. Now, to be truthful, he was never actually very good at tennis. He could very easily defect a giant ball of light from his sword, and even deflect it with a limited-edition glass bottle, trademarked to theglass-blowingcompany locatedsomewhere in Labrynna,that was too small for the light.

Now, that light was, it Link's estimation, at least seven inches big. He could not deflect a three inch diameter, extremely bouncy ball with a rounded spade with holes in it.

Link ran after the ball and finally hit it. It shot forward and hit the net. He sighed irritably. On the other side of the field, Zelda gave something like a mix between a loud growl and a laugh.

"What?" Link yelled over to her.

"That was out of the line. If you hadn't of hit it, it would've been your point."

"What?" Link sighed degectidly, the tips of his ears drooping slightly. Zelda shook her head.

"You'll never get the hang of this." She tossed the other ball in her hand up in the air and smacked it with her racket. It shot torwards Link and bounced right near his right foot.

"Hey, that's no fair! You aimed for my right side. I'm left-handed!" Link emphasized it with a shake of his racket--in his left hand.

"You could've just back-handed it!" Zelda screamed back.

"Back-handed what?" Zelda let out an irritated sigh and went back over to Link's side of the field to show him the swings...again.

Zelda put her hands over Link's hands, and, standing in an utterly awkard left-handed stance behind Link, tried to show him the back-handed swing. And, because Zelda was standing behind Link and getting minimal reach, she was only able to show him the swing until waist-height.

"But wouldn't you follow through?"

"Yes, you would."

"Then why..." Zelda just stormed over to her side of the court, grabbing a random tennis ball on the way. She stood on her side of the court, bouncing the ball.

"Link, are you ready?" she called out.

"Hey, isn't it illegal to bouce the ball like that on the court?"

Link suddenly found a ball in his face. A small, yellow, six and a half centimeter, bouncy tennis ball.

Young Link laughed from the sidelines. Ness, Kirby, and Yoshi gawked at Zelda and asked her to be on their baseball team against the Crazy Hands. Sheik just shook his head. Ganondorf stared at Link.

"Huh?" Link snapped his head in the general direction of his onlookers. No, Ganondorf was playing tennis with the wall. But, wait, wasn't Ganondorf...

"Hey, look, I know Kirby is hot and all, but do you want to play doubles or not?" Link turned to see Daisy standing behind him, in her short shorted yellow tennis outfit, hair pulled back in an attractive bun, chewing gum.

"Er, alright," Link muttered. On the other side of the court, he saw Zelda and Peach.

"Hey you're a good player, right?" Daisy asked as Zelda served.

"Uh..."

Daisy rolled her eyes upward.

"This is so not cool. I can't believe it. Can you hit the ball?"

Link flushed as the troupe on the side of the field burst into hysterical laughter.

Daisy smacked the ball, sending it back over to the other side. Peach ran up and backhanded it.

It ran straight for Link.

WHAM!

"Holy smokes."

Link blinked open his eyes, racket in hand, it smoking slightly. Daisy was staring into the sky, hand above her eyes to block out the sun.

"Oh, my god! It's going, going..." Link spotted the floating tennis ball somewhere in the depths of the sky, heading out of the fenched tennis area, heading for...

Whap.

Daisy burst out laughing, pointing at the poor Mewtwo, who was smacked in the head with the ball. The purple Pokemon went out like a light and collapsed forward. The arguement, they could only guess, he was moderating, was another fight between Saumas and Captain Falcon. The two bounty hunters stared at the unconscious monster, then burst out laughing, then threw their arms around eachother, walking off, giggling.

"Oh, wow," Daisy said, looking relieved. "Maybe it won't be too bad, huh?"

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Link whiped the sweat off his face with a slightly damp towel. He never knew that tennis could be so...aerobic. He was as sweaty as Young Link gets wet when Ness finds the hose again. Ten places they've hid it so far, yet every week, in the very least, one room gets flooded. It's now in Luigi's basement. They last person who went down there, Diddy Kong, when signing up for Melee, decided it wasn't worth it to fight after taking a peak down that staircase. So Donkey came up with the brilliant idea to hide the water hose down there after the mental trauma his fellow Kong has been through. It's been three days since the last house wash, so everyone was sure that Ness wouldn't find it for at least a while.

"Sorry, Daisy..." Link muttered as said girl passed him to head inside. The aurburn turned to glare at him with two bruises on her face. On was from the ball, the other from Link's racket when he accidentally wacked her. Link winced and Daisy glared at him and threw her sweaty towel at him before she stomped off.

"Hey, Link!" Zelda trotted up to Link. "Hey, good game...even if you guys lost."

"Eh," Link shrugged. "No problem. But I won't go easy on you next time!" Zelda rolled her eyes and walked off. "Oh, c'mon! It was at least a little funny!" he yelled at her. Young Link, who was standing next to him, snorted. He swung his left hand in front of him wildly then yelled, in a high-pitched, mocking voice, "I'll show you next time!" He then returned his voice to normal: "Yeah, right."

Link bopped his younger counterpart over the head with his racket.

"Hey!" Little Link yelled at him.

Bop.

"HEY!"

Bop. Bop.

"Hey, stop that!" Little Link made a grab for the racket. Link held it out of his reach. "Hey!"

Bop.

Young Link pulled out his sword and waved it at Link threateningly. "Knock it off!"

Bop.

"HEY! Don't be a sore loser and take it out on me!"

Bop.

Young Link thrusted his sword at Link. Link parried it with ease. Little Link slashed blindly. Link just either parried them or blocked them with his racket from hitting, say, one of the benches, the sports shed, Falco, and the ice cooler.

Actually, he missed that one.

"Stop!" Link tried to grab Young Link from knocking over the massive ice cooler. He didn't make it in time as Little Link's little sword sank right into the bright orange plastic of the cooler. There, it got stuck, and the young Link with it. The cooler started tipping over the bench and torwards the steep decline behind it, down to the meadow. The drop was perhaps thirty meters. Link made one more desperate grab for the kid, but missed.

Something shot into Link's view from the side, embedding itself in the ground in the way of the falling cooler. The orange box stopped right in it's tracks. Young Link let go of his sword with a shaky hand. The looked around the box to see a heavy, elaborate long sword in the ground, providing a good enough barrier in the cooler's flight path.

Ganondorf came by and shoved the cooler back onto the bench, yanked both his and the Kokiri Sword out of whatever they were stuck in, and handed the small sword back to the smaller Link.

"Knock it off," the Gerudo barked quietly. He let his gaze linger on the two longer than needed and left. The two Links silently watched him leave. When the intimidating man was out of earshot, Little Link said, "Did our worst enemy just save me?" Link shrugged.

"Liink!" The two turned to see Zelda running up to them. "What happened? What was Ganondorf doing?" Link shrugged and Y.Link went "He saved me?"

"Maybe Mister Redhead really is sick," Link remarked. Zelda gave him an irritated look.

"He's no sicker than you are. And, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower." Zelda walked calmly off, the two Links watching her.

"Wow, if Ganondorf is no sicker than you are, then you must be really sick," L.Link remarked. Link looked at him.

Bop.

"HEY!"