tenth chappy! omg!

Marth: ;burps; ahh, this is the life!

Link: i dont feel so good...

Roy: someone put me outta my misery!

BLP: my pleasure!

Me: whoa! wait! before anyone does something, i wanna say: boys it was your fault for partying hard before the party (Boys: ;groan;)... and BLP, well, suffering would be letting them go through it... ;smirk;

BLP: aww, but i wanted to maim something...

Me: the disclaimer...?

BLP: i would have done that years ago...

Me: i dont own SSBM... or else i really would change the whole meaning of it... super sexy bishonen madness, though, is mine... dont let me catch you using it w/o my permission...

Chores all done! Now, for the dreaded moment of the century: cleaning after Captain Falcon! I entered his room, and saw he was actually reading a book on drag racing, and without his mask as well. He had buzzed brown hair, dark brown eyes, and no facial hair! Not bad, if you asked me, but I have weird tastes in my men, and besides... no one asked.

"There you are, Iruka," he said, slightly lowering his book. "The clothes are there in the corner. I can't guarantee that you'll be safe handling it, since it's been a long time since we've last had maids."

This catches my attention. "How long has it been, and what happened to them?" I asked. He put a finger to his chin, then shrugged his shoulders. My eyes bulged out of my sockets in shock. "You mean to say that you have no idea what happened to them? Or how long it's been?"

"We really just had to clean up after ourselves," he said, trying to back up his previous statement. I let it go for now, rolling my eyes, and I carried on with the laundry.

I carried the basket at my side. His clothes had been neatly folded in the basket, and it smelled nice too. I really like the smell of the fabric softener. I always end up doing laundry for these Smashers, but I don't quite mind it, now that I think about it.

"Hey, Iruka! Stop spacing out!" I heard Captain Falcon scold me. I hurridly put his clothes in his dresser drawers. "Say, you're good at your job, and not too bad to look at," he smiled. Not a cunning grin, or even a hentai grin. One smile, and I was putty! "I wouldn't mind if you worked for me again."

"Arigatou, Falcon-sama," I bowed and took my leave. How odd of Captain Falcon to be nice to me. Maybe some of the Smashers are opening up to me, but only in three days?

"Iruka-chan," I heard my name called from behind me. Instinctively, I turned around to see Marth. I rose an eyebrow at him, and I came closer to him.

"What's up? I though you're supposed to be in your room," I tilted my head to a side.

"I sometimes have a late-night snack," he whispered. "Care to join me?" He was beginning to blush; I could see through the dim lighted hallways.

I couldn't help but blush at him. "Um, I..." I began. He smiled invitingly. "Hai!"

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We sat down at the table next to each other, with junk food in hand.

"I just love chocolate!" he said, opening a candy bar. I nodded my head in agreement. He scarfed the chocolate bar in 5 seconds flat! He kept going too!

"Um, Marth, are you a depressed woman?" I asked, concerned. He turned, glaring at me.

"Don't tell me you believe them too!" he said, tears showing at the corners of his eyes. I had to do something quickly!

"What happened, Marth?" I asked him seriously. He wiped away his tears and hugged me.

"They said I looked like a woman when I'm in regualr clothes, and that my eating habits are as bad as a depressed woman's!" he told me as he cried into my shoulder. I attempted to comfort him by rubbing and patting his back, but all it did was make him burp out loud. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Gome nasai," he pulled out of the hug. He seemed quite embarrassed with the burp.

"Hey, no need to apologize for the burp," I said, comforting him. I took a long gulp of one of the sodas on the table and waited a few minutes before I myself let out a huge belch.

"I cannot believe you did that!" he said as if he were going into some sort of shock. I began to laugh, and he took in some more soda, and belched again.

We continued to talk about the other Smashers and belch as loudly as we possibly could, all the time I had a feeling someone was behind me. The hair on the back of my neck rose and a chill ran up my spine. I must have made a face because Marth looked worried.

"You alright?" he asked. I nodded my head as I rubbed my arms for warmth, though I wasn't cold. The chill went away after a little bit, and we continued talking.

"So, I heard about there being maids before my friends," I told him. He nodded. "What happened to them?"

Marth began to think for a little while, then finally spoke. "Some of the maids became Smashers, just moved up the ladder, like me and Roy for example. Others, though," he looked deep into thought, "some of them were stuffed in the lower chambers, never to speak again." He looked deathly serious at me. "You must NOT repeat this to any maids here, or else you, and even I could suffer irrepairable damage."

I nodded my head. Finally, I learned about the other maids, but I had a question for Marth:

"Were you a maid, and if you were, what did you wear?"

"I wasn't a maid; I was a servant, and I wore a fancy tuxedo," he told me. "In fact, the tuxedo that I wore to our first meeting was my uniform."

I was about to faint. He moved up the ladder to become a Smasher!

"Do you think I could become a Smasher?" I asked him, needing to know if I'm even capable of such power to always get stronger, and all the while, stay the same size and mass!

Marth thought for a little, and gave me a stern nod. "You have a very kind heart. You are also very innocent. I feel you have enough power to bring down even Mewtwo mentally, Bowser physically, and move Samus to tears."

I was shocked at his answer. He felt that I am that powerful? It's possible I have these powers hidden deep somewhere inside, but maybe he was over-exaggerating it a little.

Translations
Gome nasai- I'm sorry

Me: happy tenth chappy! i tried to add some humor in it...

Marth: saying i look like a woman is NOT funny!

Roy: it depends on the type of humor, Marth no baka!

Link: like maybe, oh i dont know, meg-sama might like it, or rynada...-

Me: duh! cuz we actually talk about it at school! but i dont know.. i might actually get killed...

Roy: but youve gotta admit that burping is funny, especially when it echoes through an empty room...

Marth: no its not! its just plain rude--

Me: lol! yep! done that before! thanx for all your reviews! until next chappy... Sayonara, Minna-san! (p.s. dont hurt me!)

Rynada & Meg-sama: (im so gonna kill her now cuz she threw us out there for the bullets!)