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Consequences of Koopa Ninjas

Written by The Evil Fishy/Okami-chan

© by a bunch of Nintendo people

Chapter 4

The next morning was cold. But, according to Ness, it was freezing. Many people would argue that it indeed wasn't freezing, and that it wouldn't be freezing until it dropped below zero degrees.

Then Ness would show the block of ice that incased his bat and ball. Then people would say that it was freezing.

"The Crazie Hands are going to slaughter us!" Ness was complaining as he swung his ice-incased bat at the breakfast table. Young Link, Yoshi, and Kirby nodded energetically and responded with normal lacky responses: "Yeah, yeah, right, right, boss, boss!" Nana and Popo were trying to convince the four that it was completely possible to play baseball with ice, and even more so with hammers.

Then Mario came over just to show how possible it was.

Then for the rest of the day, Ness was in his room, moping about how his baseball equipment was suddenly and anticlimatically shattered by a plumber.

A plumber.

"Is it really possible to play baseball with hammers and ice?"

"Well, why don't you ask Nana?"

"Or, better yet, ask Mario!"

Young Link burst out laughing, feeling a little sadisctic at the sight of his downtrodden friend. Link screwed his face into a not-very-amused look. Zelda just sighed and layed her head on the table, stirring her tea.

Little Link pointed. Link turned around to see across the table to see Ganondorf heading towards them with long, purposeful strides. He stood in front of Zelda, who stared at him with bleary eyes, stirring water with a coffee stirrer.

"I need..." he started. He looked at Link.

Link was staring at him with wide eyes, leaning as far away as possible without falling off his bench. The Guredo King raised an eyebrow, clearly interrogative.

L. Link poked Link and ran away cackling when his elder counterpart jumped out of his chair. Zelda watched them and then, to the desert-man, "May I help you?" Malice practically dripped from her lips into her unstirred tea.

"I need to speak with you," Ganondorf said quietly as if the whole room was watching them.

Twenty people leaned forward in their chairs expectantly, trying to pick up their words.

Zelda narrowed her eyes.

"Why?"

"I need to speak with you..." Ganondorf glanced around. "PRIVATELY!"

The whole room jumped and went back to their own business.

Zelda was still suspiscious. "Why?"

"Because." Zelda stole a glance to Link, who was cowering under the table. After an (un)seen kick to his midsection, she got up and followed Ganondorf out of the dining room.

"Why does the G-King want to talk with Ms. Princess Lady?" Young Link asked, who suddenly manifested itself under the table, sitting next to the elder Link who was curled in the fetal position.

"He's going to peel the jelly from her eyes and eat it on toast," was the only thing Link managed. L. Link sadly patted his green-covered vibrantly blonde hair.

"If only, if only...I don't turn out like you," he said mornfully. "I sure hope I'm not as brainless." Ignoring the angry and agitated look from the older Link, Young Link licked his finger and jammed it into the Hylain Hero's ear.

"AAAHHHHH!"

Young Link was off like intellegence from my brother, laughing hysterically. Link started to get up, murder on his face.

"YOSHI!"

"EEEEEEEEEK!"

Very few people were blissfully unaware of Link's utter lack of pride that day, and Ganondorf wasn't one of them. He noticed the young hero jumping at every little sound, looking around like a frightened guinea pig, and twitching nervously near dead house plants. Though the weirdest thing of it all was that Mario, the one who's usually on top of things and is second to only Master Hand in terms of control, was one of those blissfully unaware people and pop up on Link like he usually does.

(Also, usually, Link doesn't scream like a banshee, yelling that chimichangas give him gas and the chandelier is trying to steal his shield.)

Yes, the blonde was acting very strange. And Zelda was acting much more irritable, and Sheik, like Link, seemed to be a bit on edge. Ganondorf hadn't the feintest idea why the heck Sheik, of all people, was losing her cool. Link was easy to figure out (it was quite obvious that he'd developed a pathological phobia of the Gerudo Theif), but Sheik was just a little more edgy. Ganondorf wasn't worried for her in any way, but, like Mewtwo enjoys pointing out, the last Sheikah wasn't one to be not taken seriously with subtle hints and intuition. It turns out that Sheik had a sixth sense for danger, so when Sheik's worried, the other twenty-five warriors should be scared witless.

Zelda had been staring daggers at him for five minutes. Maybe he should start talking.

"Is their something wrong with Sheik?" he finally asked.

Zelda nearly toppled over. "Huh!" she blurted intellegently, regaining her composure. "Sheik? I, uh, I don't know. She didn't seem out of sorts or anything similar." Zelda paused and a puzzeled look spread over her face. "Or, maybe..." She closed her eyes and a moment or two passed in silence.

Ganondorf shifted his weight anxiously.

"No," Zelda started slowly, eyes still closed. "Nothing's wrong, she says. You shouldn't worry about it. It really doesn't concern you, but be alert, still, she says. Nothing bad will happen, but be concerned about your influence about other people, she says. And Ness and Kirby stole your sword, she says."

When Zelda opened her eyes, Ganondorf was gone.

"Well..." Zelda said articulately. "There was an oddity for today. Ganondorf influencing people? That's worth a laugh."

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