A/N: -blink blink- I actually got…reviews? Well, thank you very very much to the people who gave me my nice reviews and want me to continue. Anyway, just to warn you all in advance, this chapter isn't all that exciting or very long, so I hope to put up another chapter tomorrow too to make up for it.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will. Period.

Chapter 2

The next day, Mario and Luigi had woken up extra early and set off for the Dojo, eager to practice their skills. They wanted to make sure that all their moves were absolutely flawless for the try-outs, which were in two weeks. Peach on the other hand, had invited Daisy over for the afternoon to chat over a cup of tea.

"Daisy, do you think I'm weak?" Peach asked suddenly, half wanting her true opinion and half hoping for some false confidence.

Daisy raised her eyebrow. "Why?" she asked slowly, completely oblivious to what Peach was leading up to.

"Just answer the question," Peach said, anticipation growing in her eyes.

"Uh, I don't think so," Daisy said, still puzzled. "Why? What made you ask me that?"

"I just thought that everyone saw me as a weak little child that couldn't do anything for herself," Peach replied, now looking at her tea as her cheeks gradually turned a rosy pink. She was beginning to regret even starting this conversation.

"Nobody thinks that," said Daisy confidently, although not exactly sure if she believed herself. "Why would you say that about yourself?"

"Because it's true. I've been captured so many times and I've never been able to save myself. I'm starting to think that all I do is stand around and look pretty." Peach was quickly becoming angry with herself with every reminder of why she was so pathetic. Her cheeks burned with the hot flames of her anger and she bit her lip to stifle her growing rage.

"Come on, don't say those things about yourself," Daisy said sympathetically, her voice full of concern for her friend. She knew that Peach always tended to focus too heavily on her negative attributes and wished that she would someday realize what a wonderful person she really was. "You're not weak. Why would you even compare yourself to Bowser? He's practically five times your size! Neither of us, or not even both of us together, could take him down. Besides, you don't need to beat down Bowser."

"Well, I need to do something," Peach said quietly. She decided that she had done enough bringing herself down and needed to get straight to the point. She slowly lifted her head and her intense blue eyes locked on to Daisy's. She wanted to make it known that she was completely sincere and every word she was about to speak was factual. "I was thinking of trying out for the Smash Bros. tournament."

Daisy leaned her head a little closer toward Peach and blinked a few times, attempting to decipher if she had heard Peach correctly. Her mouth began to open as if she were about to speak, but no words could be found within her mouth or in her mind.

Deeply hurt by her friend's inability to respond in any way, Peach brought her gaze back to her tea. She slowly stirred and pretended that she had not just taken such a crushing blow to her ego, but since they had been best friends for so long, Daisy was quick to find the pain in Peach's expression.

"So I guess you don't believe in me either," Peach said softly so the feelings in her voice were hardly audible.

"No, no, that's not it at all!" Daisy said remorsefully, able to recognize distress in Peach's voice, no matter what the volume or severity. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little surprised."

"Why?" She still kept her eyes fixated on her tea.

"I don't know. I guess I just can't really picture you fighting in a tournament." Daisy said, carefully choosing her words so as not to further offend her friend.

Peach began to slowly raise her eyes, but keeping her head still tipped slightly toward the floor. "But do you think I can do it?" She was trying to just get a tiny bit of consent, knowing that if Daisy had even the slightest bit of faith in her, she would have the confidence and strength she needed to unleash her full potential.

"Well, I'm not really sure. Like I said, out of all the years we've known each other, I've never really seen you as the fighting type," she said sheepishly as the thought of Peach as a powerful fighter came into her mind. "But if you really want to, go for it."

"Really?" Peach said excitedly.

"Yeah. I'm sure you'll do great!"

Peach smiled, truly happy that her best friend would support her, no matter what she did. And at that moment, nothing could bring her down. But also at that moment, she was completely unaware that there was still one more obstacle waiting for her just around the corner...

A/N: Yeah, I know, not as good as the last one, right? But bear with me! It gets better, I swear! This chapter was just setting everything up for what's about to come next. But even if the chappy wasn't as good…you can still review! -looks hopeful- And if you got any questions, concerns, suggestions, comments, etc. I'd really like to know!