(yawns) It's been a while, hadn't it? Here's the next chapter, and it might answer a few questions...

Consequences of Koopa Ninjas

Written by The Evil Fishy/Okami-chan

© by a bunch of Nintendo people

Chapter 6

For the next few days, it was hell for the Smashers.

Well, for some of them. Zelda was having ffuuuunnn...

For most of the time, she was keeping up her calm and centered facade while keeping the utter chaos. But that was Zelda during the day. But, at night, she transformed into...

CRAZY ZELDA!

She would sneak out of her room at unnatural times of the night and burned some things as stress relief. And, usually, Bowser was blamed. So, Bowser had to clean it up. But, to give him a break, Zelda broke a flower vase right outside Ness's room. The little boy then had to clean it up. And, sometimes, something happened outside Roy's door. The damage made up for his utter hyperactivity from earlier.

And, of course, Sheik was a little curious.

"Zelda, isn't it...funny, that, all of the sudden, everyone is burning everything else?"

The two were currently sweeping up some ash on the front doorstep. What had happened there was too catastrophic to repeat in words.

Zelda paused, for effect, and pretended to think over the past few days. "Hey, you're right. I really didn't notice that. This place has always been too crazy." Zelda sent a massive wave of dust off the porch and onto Link, who was lazily dozing against the wall. The elf shot awake and coughed loudly. "You've been a little jumpy recently," Zelda pointed out. "What's up with that? Think we're going to be jumped in our sleep?"

Zelda gave a small giggle and Sheik gave her a funny look. "Despite what's been happening, you seem to be not as stressed out. Why is that?"

"Asked you first!" Zelda said childishly and twirled around. Sheik sighed and poked Link with her broom, waking him back up. Zelda threw her broom at him and skipped inside. Sheik jidded him into helping her.

"So how have you been?" Sheik asked.

"Fine..." Link said vaguely.

"Even with Ganondorf stalking you?"

"Oh he's not stalking me. He's stalking you."

Sheik paused. Link continued to absentmindedly brush ash off the porch.

"And that has basis in fact?" she asked slowly.

Link nodded, as if it were obvious. "Zelda told me."

Sheik sighed and dropped her forehead into her gloved hands. "I can't believe it."

"Hey, neither did I, at first," Link lied. With one last, grand sweep, all the ash was gone. "Hey, Sheik, what's the matter? Zelda said you were nervous about something."

"I'm worried about the mental states of the leaders and saviors of Hyrule."

"Oh, okay."

Link leaned his broom against the wall and went inside. "See ya later!" Sheik tossed her broom against the wall as well, and started inside.

Sheik very well knew who was causing the chaos for the past couple of days, being mind-linked to the perpetrater. But she also knew that the princess had merely snapped. The trouble-makers and Link were to be blamed for that.

And Roy.

Actually, mostly Roy.

I dreadful scream echoed throughout the halls. Sheik only jumped barely at the sound, which was perhaps the most reaction anyone could get out of her. The screech was nearly inhuman sounding, and unless they were at Ground Zero, no one knew what it was from. Proven quite nicely when the non-human fighters suddenly ran out of one of the doors near Sheik, ran around in circles, screaming about Nazgûl, then ran back inside. From the death-threats inside her head, Sheik deduced that it was Zelda who screamed, and it was a certain swordsman that caused her to do so.

No, not Link, but nice try.

"ROY, I'LL FLARE BLADE YOUR---"

There was a smash of sorts that cut off the remains of Zelda's words. Soon, a string of explicatives started up again, scaring the holy bejezus out of the kiddies.

Sheik decided that she would be happier not knowing rather than knowing, knowing that she would soon know what happened from Zelda. So, Sheik made her way to the roof.

Located on top of the fourth floor, and only accesable by some really hidden door in the basement, where you need a nineteen-number code to get by. Oddly enough, the code was just simply 1234567890987654321, and the first to figure this out was Donkey Kong. The stairs led all the way to the roof, to a floor of slate, and a floor of dirt, and a floor of plush Persian carpets in Master Hand's penthouse suite.

Sheik sat on the edge of the roof. About twenty meters behind her was a large stone wall; hidden behind it the suite and its surrounding garden, Sheik could smell the sweet smells from over the wall. She pulled the wraps around her face down, breathing deeply, and sat on the ground, leaning against the low wall that rimmed the roof.

It was a beautiful, but somewhat chilly day. Up five stories, the wind was a little stronger than down below, but hardly anyone went up here, and most were scared silly of the giant glove that presided over the mansion.

Sheik wondered that how in the Sacred Realm a giant glove came by those powers. It was extremely strange.

Sheik leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes to the slightly overcast sky ahead.

Ft, fft, "Hwaaa..."

Sheik jerked up, shooting to her feet. In front of her stood six...things, dressed in black. They were all holding rather dangerous-looking swords.

"Oh, s--"