Chapter 6
Ahhh… lessee I think I'm going to write some more. Ahh… I almost forgot the disclaimer (I wish I had!)
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the idea of Super Smash Brother Melee. Everything is in credit to Nintendo sighs
Okay, I have to clarify something: Zelda and Peach are 15 while Samus is 16. Roy and Marth are 16, while Link is 15. That is all.
Luigi's POV
I knew I had no idea to how Mario was feeling now. I knew how Mario and Peach were. There was no space between them. They weren't like boyfriend and girlfriend. More like very close sister and brother. I knew Mario was devastated when they had broken up but he had told me that it was better being friends than girlfriend and boyfriend. Although this year Peach and Mario had sort of gone their separate ways. So I often found myself alone because Mario spent as much time as he could, watching over Peach, or with Samus, Zelda, Marth, Link, Saria, and Roy. He tried spending time with me, knowing that I found it boring looking over Peach (who wanted to look at a girl in her bed the whole freakin' day!), not that I did it once anyway.
Often times I found myself with Fox and Falco. They let me hang with them. But I found myself lonely there because mostly Falco was spending his time with Katt. I mostly spent time with Fox. Fox was pretty nice to me. Sometimes I found it a bit boring with him talking about Krystal and fretting about what she thought of him. But other times he was pretty cool and definitely normal.
I spent with the Ice Climbers, Ness, and Young Link sometimes. But they were so childish talking over things like ways of catching bullfrogs, or some other gross kid thing. I knew I once was like them, but I had, like any other person, matured.
I tried to hang with Captain Falcon and his racing buddies, but if they weren't talking about racing, they were on about girlfriend related issues, and if not that, it was play wrestling; something I wasn't good at.
I sighed and looked up at a roller coaster. I was sort of irritated at Peach, before realizing that it really wasn't her fault. I walked around the place looking at the carousal which actually had sea horses. I had walked into an underwater themed place
"If it isn't the green lone plumber walking around like a sore loser." A feminine voice behind me said. I whipped my head around my shoulder. It was Saria. She looked like she was in the worst mood ever; I wondered whether she was PMSing or not and had to refrain myself from blushing furiously at the thought.
"What happened to you?" I asked ignoring her mean comment and noting her blotchy face.
"First my best friend dies, and then my boyfriend dumps me." The tears fell fast and thick like rain with salt.
She must've been referring to Malon and Link. "Link was your boyfriend? I thought he was just hanging out with you…" I asked, forgetting to be comforting.
"He was as close to a boyfriend as I'll ever get." Her head drooped in a sad way.
"Hey!" Said a voice behind me. I turned around again to see Daisy talking with Slippy, the toad (A/N: For those who don't know, Slippy is one of Fox's team. There are four; Fox, Falco, Slippy and Peppy)
Saria didn't say anything. "Hello." I politely said.
Daisy went to Saria and patted her shoulder, "Sorry Saria… About Malon I mean. I knew her too." She tried to hug her but Saria roughly pushed her away.
"Get lost you lesbian!" She shouted. "You'll never know how it feels to be me, because you never had a best friend!"
Daisy stared at Saria. Slippy was looking someplace else like he didn't belong there. I looked down. I didn't want to see this girl fight.
"I'm sorry." Daisy said quietly, "I never knew that Malon's death would turn you into a beast."
"Get lost, you ugly effing girl." She addressed Daisy angrily. Her hands were balled up.
"Saria!" I yelled at her, losing my embarrassed attitude immediately. "If anything needs to get lost, that would be your attitude."
She rounded up on me now and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh Lui, hun, its okay if you take sides with Daisy. Because maybe once I'm gone you guys'll be boyfriend and girlfriend and make out for the rest of your sorry ass lives!"
That did it. I conjured up a green fireball, without knowing whom I was hitting and released it at Saria. She deflected it with water.
"You forget that I'm a sprite, stupid low-life plumber! I can do things with my elements in my forest!" (A/N: Actually I'm not sure if she can but I'm just making it up. Just saying so you don't comment on what a big loser I am. I haven't played Zelda so I don't know the story well)
Slippy muttered, "Let's go, guys. C'mon!"
But Daisy wasn't done yet. She went up to Saria and slapped her hard in the face (A/N: I never thought I'd be doing one of those slappy soap opera scenes). "Pull yourself together! Can not you see what you're doing? Your making your friends hate you!"
Daisy led us away from Saria who just looked mutinous at us but didn't say anything.
"Why does Saria hate you?" I asked Daisy, who was now white-faced.
"Ever since I was in middle school, Saria and Malon made up some joke about me being a lesbian. All because I told Peach that she should've picked out a more… er showy dress for some party. I wasn't saying it in the bad way, but I wanted her to impress the guys like she wanted! Saria and Malon have been torturing me about that. They even passed out these flyers saying that I'd said myself I was a lesbian. But soon, it was forgotten. Malon said sorry. But Saria didn't. She considered it a joke. I didn't like her. I've been avoiding her. Well… when I heard about Malon… I thought she'd be nice to me." She gave a bitter laugh. "I was wrong. Her heart is made up of stone."
"Well, not necessarily." I said hesitantly.
She raised her eyebrows at me but didn't reply. The clouds were thick with rain. Sooner or later it would begin to rain. "We should go back to our hotel rooms." I said.
Daisy nodded her head and followed me and Slippy.
Mario's POV
"Hey, Luigi. What's up?" I addressed my brother in green as I entered the room. "To be honest, watching over Peach wasn't exactly the most fun thing. I just wanted to make a good impression." I told him.
"Hey yourself." He forced a strained smile. He looked weary.
"What happened to you?" I asked concerned.
"Oh nothing. Unless you want to count, my brother deserting me for practically the whole day, finding people who are wrapped up in their love lives, and also finding out why Daisy and Saria hate each other." He said sarcastically. "Nope, today is the most cheerful day!"
He sighed and looked out the window. Fat raindrops began to fall. The only other noise besides the rain was Wario's snoring and Yoshi and Birdo purring together, sleeping contentedly.
"Well, I'm sorry." I said. Then trying to get off the subject I asked, "So why do Daisy and Saria hate each other?"
He explained some stuff that happened in school. I wasn't really paying attention to what he said. "And, so now they hate each other?" I said once he was done.
"Yep." He said, helping himself to some coke on the table. "Oh, by the way," His face contorted into grimace, "there have been 5 accidents today. Only 2 people survived. And 3 are fatally wounded. But I heard rumors that Master Hand won't let us out unless we complete all the rides. I don't see any other way to get out of it unless-"
"Unless what?" I quickly said.
"Well more rumors as usual. They say that there are hidden map pieces around the amusement part, putting them together will reveal the secret as to why Master Hand is doing this." He sighed. "Mario, we made a mistake sticking our noses into this. Master Hand seemed nice, but in reality I think this "test" is supposed to be survival for the fittest."
"Did anyone we know died? Who survived? And who's wounded?"
"A whole bunch of pikmin and their leader and some other guys died. Anyway, Squirtle died too. And the people in the hospital are Waluigi, Shyguy, and Ludwig. You know, one of Bowser's henchmen?" He added quickly when my face twisted into curiosity.
"Who survived?"
"This little mouse pokemon Pichu and also this one puffball thing named Kirby."
"Oh."
"You know what?" He asked suddenly.
"What?"
"I think we shouldn't ride on these rides."
"But," I laughed, "We'll be stuck here forever!"
"No we won't!" He said excitedly. "Listen! We don't pay for stuff here right? Well, we won't run out of money and we get food here for free! So, if we can just wait it out-"
"Is it a risk other's will take?" I asked tentatively. "Listen, Luigi, I know people who don't care if they die in the process, they just want to go home. I'm not sure who will actually listen to us or not."
"Yeah…" He said slowly. "But it was just an idea, y'see."
He remained silent, taking a sip of coke. "I don't suppose you know a way to get outta here without risking our necks?" He asked me thoughtfully, after a refreshing sip.
I paused, letting the words sink in before responding softly, "The thing is, I think Master Hand intends us to suffer. It's like he wants to see who's supposed to be the most courageous of the lot."
Luigi had no reply to that, and he just stared out the window.
General POV
Peach's eyelids fluttered open. The only person in the room was Marth.
"You've been out for quite a while." He grinned at me. "We were about to force feed you, 'cause it's been around 2 days since you last ate."
"Two days?" She asked incredulously. "But it was only water I almost drowned in!"
"Yeah, but Doc thinks that some kind of thing was in the water that made you fall unconscious." His grin changed into a grim line.
"Where are the others?" Peach asked, rubbing her eyelids and trying to sit up.
"They're trying to find some stuff about this place. Ever since Malon died, there've been lots more attacks; people are getting desperate." He looked around. "They say that Master Hand won't let us go until we've done something. I'm not sure what it is."
"Oh." Peach twisted her turquoise ring around. "Did you know who filled the elevator with water?" She asked quietly.
Marth sighed. "We thought you'd know, seeing as you were in the elevator. We know it wasn't James."
Peach looked down again.
"Something seems to be troubling you." Marth said.
"Yeah." She continued in the same quiet tone.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing really."
"Okay then." Said Marth, unconvinced. "You know I'm surprised you haven't asked who rescued you."
"Well, who found me?" Peach asked.
"Well…" Marth looked at Peach intently, "I did! I was walking upstairs to see where R- I mean my friends were and I heard you scream."
"Thank you Marth. You saved my life." She looked at him and smiled for the first time. Then she looked out the window, as if trying to forget something. Marth frowned.
"Something really seems to be bothering you." He said.
"It's really nothing." She stammered.
"C'mon, tell me!" He grinned again. "I won't tell anyone!"
Peach finally sighed and said, "Okay then. Sometimes, do you get the feeling that your hopes are crushed? Well… I thought it was Roy who saved me. I don't know why, I had a feeling he did. Then well, I mean it's not like I appreciate you saving me or anything," She added hastily, "Its just that, I saw a sword poking in the doors. I thought it was Roy, rather that you."
"Oh." Marth looked away, wishing he hadn't asked about what was worrying her.
There was silence between them. The corners of Marth's mouth were twitching.
"Something seems to be troubling you." Peach said. "Tell me, I won't tell anyone!"
Marth looked at her. Of course he had to tell her, she had told him her little trouble. "Well… I- I think I'm in love."
Peach's eyes glowed fervently at this piece of new gossip. "Huh? In love? Oooh, who?"
Marth shifted uncomfortably, "With- with, Samus."
Peach's eyes stopped glowing. "B-but, I don't think she loves you. She's totally into that other dude who keeps visiting her on the balcony."
"I know." He whispered, more to his hands that were upturned on his lap, than Peach.
Peach looked mortified, "You aren't going to hurt him are you?"
"Huh?" He gave a bitter laugh, "Oh no way. I'd never break Samus's heart." He seemed very distracted. "I'm going to go tell everyone that you're finally awake again. In the meantime get some food." He got up and gestured at the table beside her.
Peach watched him go; wishing she hadn't asked what was troubling him; He scared her. But she'd given Marth her word not to tell anybody.
She helped herself to some fruit, contemplating what to do. She managed to get up. I need to brush my hair she decided, looking at the tangles in her hair. It was a hopeless mess. After brushing (for a very long time) and using the bathroom she went and changed her clothes.
After that, she straightened her pillows, folded her blanket neatly and opened her window. She was full of excitement. I'm going to see Roy! Her heart exploded, before it sunk like a rock somewhere in around her kidneys. He doesn't even care about me. He doesn't give a crap about me…Should I just forget even loving him? He broke my heart. And the thought of that made her clench her fists tightly as angry thoughts filled her head.
She turned on the TV, but whatever channel it was, it was always on a love scene.
"Oh, John, please marry m-"
Click
"George, I have to go now, but I'll never forget-"
Click
"Katrina, I'll never desert you. Ever."
Click
"Stupid channels." She growled at the TV, wishing she could break it, as kissing scenes and hugging and love words filled her brain. Finally she shut the screen blank and turned on the radio.
"And now we have a Greenday marathon. Here's Whatsername!"
Thought I ran into you down the street
Then it turned out to be just a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and I took a different path
I remember the face, but I can't recall the name
Now I wonder where whatsername has been
Peach grimaced. Although she would've liked hearing the song earlier, she didn't want to hear it now. She tuned into another station that was already in the middle of a song.
Oh no, no, no
Don't funk with my heart
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby?
In love, baby?
(This is from Black Eyed Peas. They own this whole song called, "Don't phunk with my heart.")
"Argh!" She slammed her fist on the power button just as the door banged open.
"Oh-my-god-she's-alive!" Zelda shrieked in one breath, and Peach gasped for breath, as four arms were thrown around her neck. In the back she could make out three tall figures, and two shorter ones.
"We missed you so much!" Samus said, letting go.
"Yeah, I can see that." Peach grinned at the girls.
"Hey Peach." An Italian accented voice came from the back. "Its-a me a-Mario!" He grinned and she grinned back.
Luigi smiled and said, "Welcome back to our world Peach."
She smiled back at the green clad plumber.
Link and Marth walked up to me. Link grinned and said, "Damsel in distress, you have caused us so much trouble."
Everybody laughed except for Zelda who shrunk away; Link was standing right next to her.
"Don't go." Peach whispered only to her.
"Couldn't even say thanks to your rescuer." Said a voice from the back. Roy strode into the happy scene.
Peach's insides went cold. "Yeah, thanks for ruining the happy scene, my hero." She said sarcastically putting an emphasis on the last word.
Roy looked down at her. "So you can't even say thanks?"
"I already did, but since your regal ness can hear it, I'll say it again. Thanks Marth, for saving me. I owe you one." She smiled at the handsome blue-haired teen in front of her. He gave an uneasy smile. (A/N: I know you're confused. Let me clarify something; it was Roy who saved Peach. You'll find out why Marth lied to her later ;))
"It was… no problem."
"Happy?" Peach said, and turned her back on Roy the whole time they talked. He just stared at her back. A feeling he couldn't name overtook him.
After a while they all left. All except for Roy.
Peach was still determinedly ignoring him. After all, he hated her, now it was time for her to hate him. Roy put a hand on hers. Peach flinched and looked at him.
"Now what do you want?" She said, trying to draw back her hand, but half wishing it could stay there. Regardless, Roy closed his hand over it so she would look at him.
"I wanted to tell you for so long." Roy looked at her. Should he tell her what was on his mind the whole time? "I wanted to say…"
Peach looked into his eyes, not daring to believe what was happening.
"I think that you are so vain and that you think the Earth revolves around you, right?" He said it suddenly. He didn't have the courage. He was disgusted in himself. You're a general and you've fought in so many wars. So why is this simple thing bothering you!
Peach snatched her arm from underneath his, sighing mentally to herself before recollecting, "Oh ho, tell me something I don't know." She said in a bored sarcastic voice. "Anyway, please, just get off my back, will you?" Her tone changed to annoyance.
"I'm not on your back." He grinned nastily at her as his eyes locked onto hers. She held his gaze and finally broke away.
"Leave me alone!" She said.
"Boo hoo, or else?" Roy asked, mocking a small child's voice.
"Or face the wrath of me!" She exclaimed the idea suddenly popping into her head, throwing a spare pillow as hard as she could at him.
He laughed, but sobered up when the pillow bounced off his nose. Rubbing it while looking at her, he picked it up and hurled it at her. She caught it, laughing. He gave the slightest whimper.
Roy blinked; he'd made her laugh.
"For once you were funny." She smiled.
"Once? I'm always funny!" He protested. He got up and exited the door.
"Wait!" Peach exclaimed before even thinking. She caught herself just in time. She was about to say, "Don't go! Stay with me!"
"Ye-es, Mademoiselle?" He said seriously, though his eyes twinkled mischievously. He made a mocking bow.
"Um…" What could she say? She cast around for a subject. "I wanted to ask you something, before we had this conversation." She paused, making seem all dramatic. Roy's eyes no longer twinkled mischievously, but they held seriousness in them.
Peach smirked, "When do I get out of your room?"
Roy mentally let out a sigh before answering, "You'll get out in about two days, I think."
Peach had been stuck in Marth, Link, and Roy's room since she could not be removed because of the attack. Since it was improper for men to sleep in the same room a girl was in, Marth, Link and Roy had spent the days when Peach was unconscious in Zelda, Samus, Saria, and Peach's room. The girls in that room had slept in the room Peach had.
"Now can I leave?" He whined in a voice that sounded much like Young Link's.
She had to smile. "Yep, you can leave."
He turned away and shut the door, a feeling of disappointment and happiness engulfing him as he left.
Roy's POV
Try as I might, I could not get the laughter of Peach's out of my mind. It kept rewinding and replaying. "Knock it off." I muttered to my brain, though I knew it wouldn't listen to me.
I didn't know where I was going, having a mental war inside me. I had discovered that mental wars were worse than real ones. My feet stopped at Peach's room. I opened it wearily. Nobody was in the room.
I slumped on a bed and turned on the TV. There was nothing good going on. I switched it off and decided to snoop around the room. I opened my bedside table's drawers. On the last one lay a tiny bound leather book. Shifting my eyes, left to right, I made sure nobody was spying on me before turning the cover. Yra idym, the cover read in gold letters. I turned it over, and as I did so, my eyes shifted to the mirror to my far right and I studied my reflection; secretive, and snoopy. Wonder if Peach'd laugh to that. Then I looked at the book. I looked at it surprised. Mydi ary it read. So… it was somebody's diary! I fingered the lock. I wondered whose diary this was. I reached into my pocket and drew out my credit card. This often worked for poor locks. I slid it down the lock. It clicked. I opened the diary and flipped through the pages. It belonged to Peach! My curiosity aroused, I flipped through the book reading through the pages.
Dear Diary,
Today was the first day of school. Not a bad day I suppose. I mean my teachers are nice except Chemistry. Argh… Mr. Gilly is the gayest teacher ever. He even told us at the start of class he was gay. He got into the weirdest mood swings. First he was all polite. Then he became angry because Malon dropped her pencil while he was talking. At the end of class we suspected that he was crushing on Falcon because he gave us assigned seats and Falcon was the closest to him and he kept asking him strange questions such as, "what do you think of gay people? Do you think they're cool? Are you gay?" By the end of class Falcon was in practically hysterics. Poor guy.
Anyway, there's this new kid who came to our school. Oh… my god… I wish I had a picture to paste here of him! He's so funny, and he's… well…handsome with this hair that looks like its on fire. Every time he walks by me I get this weird sensation. I'm not crushing, diary, I think this is love. I don't know. But I've had many crushes, and none have felt like this. Mom says I'm too young to love. But as Daisy says, age ain't nothin' but a number. I wish I could talk to him for once but I'm so shy! This is something that hasn't happened, in forever I suppose. Oh… diary, I wish he were mine!
Peach
I ran my hand through my hair several times, shocked. Love at first sight? I thought Peach was one of those types who had to get to know you before she liked you. I thumbed to the last page.
Dear Diary,
I am so tired, so weary, I can barely write. I still don't know who my rapist is. I've already had two encounters with this guy. What can he possibly want that he's so desperate? I can't be that good looking, if I am at all! And while mysteries swell around me, I cannot let go of Roy. Why am I bringing up this topic once again? Oh diary, love is like somebody with wings hanging on a cliff; if you get back on you could soar higher than you ever did or if you fell, your wings wouldn't work and you'd fall. Right now, I just fell. Roy asked me to go with him to the elevator one morning ago. Obviously I agreed! In the elevator Roy told me he was scared of being in an elevator and he also told me that I was somebody "different"! Oh diary, I wonder if he'd meant it? Was he just flirting with me like another girl? Or did he truly mean it? Anyway, I told him we could've taken the stairs. I suppose I hit a sensitive topic because the next thing that happened was that he started saying mean things to me. What did I do! And to top it off Saria was acting all smug with Link and embarrassed me. Then… I ran away from the table. And that's when I went to this alleyway and met up with my rapist. Marth and Link saved me though. I didn't see it happening, but they told me. I wish it was Roy who was my knight in shining armor. I try to forget about him, but I can't!
Peach
I ran a hand down the blurry page. There were tears on it, and the writing was messy and tired looking… and distracted. But what had mostly drawn my attention were the tears on the page. I sighed. I had obviously caused this girl much pain. I wondered if she still was in love with me. I knew that it would sound very improper of me asking her. And yet a worse thought occurred to me: What if I asked her? What if she didn't like me anymore and I looked like a complete fool asking? I gave a dejected sigh and my shoulders slumped. I suddenly became very weary, as if I had cleaned Fox's Arwing (That thing was very messy) by myself. I let myself fall backward onto the bed and closed my eyes slowly. And right when I did that I immediately fell into a troubled sleep.
Link's POV
I watched Marth brush his hair (It sounds weird saying a guy brushing his hair, but with hair like his, who's to complain?) and for some reason my thoughts strayed to Zelda. I had already called off Saria's bargain; it had been too painful to see Zelda mad at me. But Zelda would not listen to my pleas, and I highly doubted Saria would tell her. The only people who would truly listen to my plight were Marth, Roy, Fox, and Falco.
"A penny for your thoughts." Marth's voice penetrated my brain, though very feebly.
I sighed. "You know what this is about, Marth." I turned to him and waited for him to speak.
He lowered his brush (Argh, why couldn't he use a comb!) and gave me a knowing look. "First of all, you should've never, ever agreed to going out with Saria if you knew you were this madly in love with Zelda. You're killing yourself, Link." He spoke to me seriously now.
"I know, but I had to!" I protested against his accusing remarks, "I'm not the sort of person who'd… just… leave a situation like that alone. I had to do it!"
"Yeah, but you should've known that Zelda can protect herself in situations like that. There may be times when you have to save her, but sometimes Zelda can be pretty powerful."
"I know." I murmured, picking a loose thread from my cap that was on my lap, "I should've realized that from long ago."
Marth regarded me for a moment. "I know you've learned from your mistakes. All you have to do is wait until the right moment for you to tell her about Saria's… thing."
"I know, but she's ignoring me!" I twisted the Linkin Green thread around my finger.
"She'll understand soon enough. Don't worry." Marth soothed and resumed to his brushing.
That was driving me crazy. "Can you at least stop brushing your hair!" I asked wildly, forgetting Zelda.
"Huh?" Marth asked; the brush froze in mid-air.
"It's driving me crazy! You're hair is shiny already." I snapped and lunged for the hairbrush.
He raised his arm to keep the brush from my reach. His grin was so wide it reminded me of the Cheshire cat. "What's so wrong with brushing my hair?"
"It's… not normal for guys!" I struggled to get the brush, but instead I lost my balance and toppled on top of Marth.
"Jeez, and they say I'm gay." Marth rolled his eyes good-naturedly and pushed me off. "Ewww… Linky has the cooties!" He said in a high-pitched girly voice.
"Oh why don't you act grown-up for once?" I demanded, hitting him playfully with a pillow.
"Because," Marth said in a baby voice, his eyes all roundish while he fended off the pillow, "Lonely," He sang,
"I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody
I'm alo-ooone!" (A/N: this song is titled, Lonely, by Akon… I found it pretty funny when I heard it)
"Man, you're the best singer I've heard yet," I grimaced at his high pitched "alone" part.
"Thank you; thank you, too much really." Said Marth bowing with much dignity as he possibly could while doubling up with laughter.
"Guys…" Roy's tired voice came from a mass of blankets, "Some people are tryna sleep. In case if you haven't noticed, it's around 12 o'clock."
"Aw… ish okay Roysie, we forgot your beddy time was around 8 o'clock." Marth said in his "falsely sweet motherly" voice. Marth was pretty good at voice impressions.
"Oh, shut up." Yawned Roy, sitting up and rumpling his already messed up hair. He gave us a tired look. I lobbed a pillow at his face and –
"Bulls-eye! Where'd you get the skill from?" Marth praised, while Roy scowled and threw it feebly back at me; it landed on the floor.
"Well… Zelda persuaded me." I said, remembering the beautiful elf girl once again.
"Ah…" Marth cast around for a subject. "PILLOW FIGHT!" He shouted randomly. I caught it swiftly. I did not want to pillow fight.
"Sooo… I guess it's time for the rather dusty subject of girls again." Marth sighed, when he saw the I-don't-wanna-have-fun look. Roy sat up a little straighter, like a pupil who was interested in the subject.
"C'mon, Marth, you're the closest boy to a girl as it gets!" I complained as Marth hesitated to go into his lecture format.
"Thanks," He rolled his eyes. Then out of nowhere he jumped up and strode to the window and pulled down a pull-down sheet with complicated diagrams.
"Ehem." He cleared his throat in a very lecturely way, "This is the most complicated subject you will learn in this room." He paused for a dramatic effect and then said with a dramatic flair, "Yes, boys. Girls.
"Girls are… species that are totally unrelated to boys. They have worse mood swings and small things tend to tick them off such as dirty rooms, spending too much time with your friends and talking to your friends that are girls, if you guys are – what was the term? Boyfriend and girlfriend." He spoke to us let the words sink in and pointed to a picture with his little teacher stick which strangely appeared out of no where as well.
"Strangely, as boys mature like us now, we develop certain affection with these… er… species that seem to know much more of the world than us. However, most of the time, these boys do not know how to get them to develop the same amount of affection. Others, such as myself, observe these creatures and learn about them, so that we may be more successful in life. Yes Roy?" He addressed the redhead who was waving his arms like some over-hyper windmill.
"Well… Professor, not to be rude or anything, but can you teach us how to charm these species?" He spoke as if girls were some newly discovered life-forms.
"Yes, I was wondering the same thing." I told him, rather timidly.
"Do not speak when it is not your turn!" He snapped. Then he brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and said, "Of course, you want to know how to charm them. To some, it is very easy. Others it is quite hard. And some just think these species are just a plaything," He spoke with a tone of disgust, "Girls are not supposed to be playthings. It is not a good thing to extract the thing that a man wants from a girl aka female and then just say that he does not love her anymore. As such goes to the females rule as well. They have things called sluts aka whores who do the same that those men I was speaking to you about, do. If you are certain you love a girl, not just how her appearance is, but who she is, you should never delay in telling her that. She could love you back too."
Roy squirmed uncomfortably. Marth seemed to notice and dropped his professor voice into a gentle voice, "It's not too late Roy. She still seems to love you."
"Huh?" He asked confusedly, a voice that didn't deceive us.
"Roy," We both said accusingly at the same time.
He sighed. "I don't know what's become over me. She's like… Drawing onto me!"
"You have to tell her!"
"Don't pressure me!" He retorted hotly.
"If I don't you'll be living hell." I told him severely.
"Well, it's not like I'm the one who has girl-related issues!"
"Please, gentlemen, don't be a pain in th' arse." Marth interrupted in a Scottish accent. But it did not make our tempers go down.
"Yeah, well, there's nothing I can do. Whereas you-"
"No. That's final Link!"
"You're just too proud!"
"I am not!"
"Shut up both of you!" Marth said which shocked us. He hardly looked this miserable and rarely shouted at us.
"What's up with you?" I asked, a little too hotly than I intended.
"Nothing's wrong." He said, though he gave a dejected sigh and his shoulders slumped.
"What's wrong Marth?" Roy asked; his temper vanished.
"Only that I just realized I'm not the best romancer in the world either."
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"You two aren't the only ones who are wrapped up in love lives." His eyes were sad-like.
"So… who's the girl?" I asked tentatively.
"You'd laugh if I said."
"Try me." Roy said.
"Alright." Marth took a deep breath. "No. I can't." He breathed out.
"What? That's her name?" I said.
"No I won't tell!"
"Give us a hint please?"
"NO! Fine!" He thought. Then – "You have heard of her. Talked to her even. Lot's of times now, I think."
"I know who it is." Roy said at once, triumphantly.
"Huh?" I asked.
"You say that we've been talking to her a lot right? Is she taken by another person?"
"Well, hard to say really."
"I know who it is!"
"Who!" I asked bemusedly.
He gave a smug smile than said, "I think she's the perfect choice Marth. Whatever gave you the idea we'd laugh at you?"
"WHO!" I asked, completely lost.
"Samus." Both said at the same time.
"Ah…" I sighed. Samus was probably a good choice. For Marth anyway.
"You've got to tell her, Marth."
"Actually, I think it's too late to." I said, thoughts flooding in my brain, "Remember what Samus said about her secret admirer? From what she said, she's madly in love with him."
"But for all we know, this person could turn out to be a joke, trick, or trap." Roy protested.
"Still… Maybe." I said and the three of us lapsed into silence, each thinking of a different girl.
Pikachu's POV
"I'm never ever letting you take care of Pichu." I snapped at Jigglypuff, who's normally glowing eyes were downcast and shameful. Pichu was in a corner sleeping, with tiny bubbles coming out (A/N: In SSBM that's what happens!) of his nose. How could I have let Jigglypuff take Pichu on a ride that almost killed them?
"For the last time I'm sorry!" Jigglypuff retorted. "Anyway, I've got something that'll get us out the easy way!"
"Huh?" I asked. "What?"
"I found these tucked in-between the water-ride vehicle we were on." Jigglypuff brandished two pieces of worn out parchment.
I turned toward them excitedly. "Map pieces! This is like our ticket home!" My cheeks gave a little spark, accidentally hitting with Pichu, who sat up quickly.
"Pichu, we're going home!" I couldn't help telling her.
"Huh? Why?" She asked.
"Map pieces!"
"So we're going home without helping out the people here?" She frowned at me.
My insides squirmed guiltily. "Well…" I began. "I don't see how we can help…" I started off helplessly.
"Don't give me that! Remember the times you were with Ash? Remember how good of a trainer he was? You always used to help everybody out. Just because he's… gone… doesn't mean that you shouldn't lose your morals."
I thought about my ex-trainer. A tear welled up my eye as I remembered all the times I'd spend with Ash. Laughing, winning battles. Then suddenly, he just let go. He said I was free. I didn't want to leave, but of course I had to obey him. I didn't know why he gave up raising pokemon. I was even more surprised when he let go of me. What would Ash do in a situation like this?
Even as I asked this question, I knew the answer. We had to help these people. "So, what's your plan?"
Pichu sat up straighter, "Well, first, we have to find out where the rest of the pieces are, and then put them together. When we find out this secret, I have a feeling that everybody will be free!" Pichu looked excitedly at us then winced; she had accidentally sparked electricity and she wasn't completely in control of her electricity; Electricity still hurt her.
Jigglypuff looked at us, doubtful. "I'm not sure this is a good idea, Pikachu. What if we get hurt trying to get these map pieces? Take me and Pichu for example; it took a big risk to get those things, and we didn't even know if we'd get it or not."
"That's okay. I already know somebody who's got a map piece." I said confidently, thinking of Samus and her secret admirer.
"Really? Who?" Pichu asked excitedly.
"Samus. If I explain my plan then their little group could help us find these pieces!"
"I don't know, things can go terribly wrong, still." Jigglypuff frowned.
"Don't worry, leave it all to me." I said confidently and settled down for a nap, plans formulating at once in my head.
That was the longest chapter I've written yet! 18 pages on a word document! Okay, so anyway, you know the thing, review and tell me whatcha think. Constructive criticism is helpful as well.
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