chappy 12 on the way here!

Marth: got enough info yet?

Me: almost... just need Mr. G&W...

Link: that sounds like a brand of root beer or something...

Me: nah... if anything, itd be sausage links... ;drumroll and cymbal crash;

Roy: you arent funny...

Me: youre so damn lame thats not even funny... :D

Roy: disclaimer... she doesnt own me in any shape or form... good thing too...

Me: what did i just hear?

Roy, Marth, Link: we love you, mizz 7789!

Me: thats what i thought... ;monkey shine and peace out!; (haha! annie...)

I shook off the thought and ran to the pink room. I was throwing clothes onto the pink carpeting, looking for something that was reflected off my personality. I was running into stuff like tank tops and very tight pants and short skirts, all in pink. I was getting to my boiling point until Peach waltzed in.

"Iruka! Why are you looking in my clothes drawer?" she yelled. I stopped dead in my tracks, the skirt in my hand fell back into the drawer. I turned my head to see her in absolute rage. My mouth hung open for a little bit, then I plastered a silly grin on my face, scratching the back of my head.

"I'm looking for some clothes," I squeaked out. She simmered down enough to point me to my dresser (just so happened to be next to the damned window) and I bowed in thanks and slinked over to mine.

I opened the top drawer to reveal undergarments, very different from the standard understuffs I have to wear for work. They were almost completely blue, different shades, mixed with other colors, patterns I was used to. I picked out a matching pair, and closed it, then opened the second drawer. The shirts: perfectly for me.

"Can I ask you something, between you and me, Peach?" I bit my bottom lip as I saw her fold each article of clothing I threw on the ground with a scowl on her face. She looked up with irritation in her eyes. "I guess not," I took back. I went back to admiring the perfectionistic (Roy: is that a word-HEY! my sword!) works of some busy tailor.

"What?" Peach asked, annoyed from something. I walked over to my bed, sat down, and held the shirt I liked a lot in my lap (understuffs wrapped up in it).

"Well, how did you guys know my sizes to a point, and does this shirt go with me?" I cracked a smile, and watched Peach do so too.

"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders. "Master Hand- I guess -seriously knows all. Oh, and the shirt, truly you, truly blue," she winked.

I rubbed my chin, and found it logical. I went back to my dresser drawers and looked through the next drawer, which held several pairs of baggy pants and short skirts. My eyes twitched at the fact there were skirts in here because I rarely ever wear them. The pants were just awesome, so they turned into an instant favorite. Most of them were black, a few khakis, and the rest were dark blue denim.

"Which ones should I wear?" I pondered out loud. I heard Peach's soft footsteps on the carpet, and saw her point to the dark khakis on top. I took them out and held them up to see the full view. The pants looked somewhat baggy, sewn-on cargo pockets, and had a place for me to clip on some chains. I grinned, and added them to my pile of good clothes.

I opened the last dresser drawer to reveal the extras like make-up, hair ornaments, jewelry, the works. One thing that really caught my eye was a silver chain and had a small emerald four-leaf clover as the pendant. My eyes lit up and held it up in the dimming light.

"This is perfect," I almost whispered, as if I talked so loud, it would break. Peach patted me on the shoulder and left me. Now, it was time for the works to begin!

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I entered the stadium and sat down. There were many creatures of different races and species around me chatting mindless gibberish. The lights dimmed and saw two figures on two separate platforms. Both flashed white when it came from underneath their feet, and landed with awesome poses. One I recognized as Roy, and the other was hard to see, like it was just a shadow.

"Ready," I heard Master Hand's voice boom. "Go!"

And with that, both leaped off the ground at each other.

'Win, Roy. I know you can!' I chanted in my head. I had a feeling that I won't forget this fight, even if I were a Smasher.

Translations:
OMG! none!

Me: i think im slacking off...

Roy: dont stress yourself too badly... you have a festival tomorrow... and besides, you get your hands hurt easily...

Me: yeah... thanks for your concern...i need all the finger-speed i need...

Marth: what do you play?

Me: clarinet... :D

Link: i play dice!

Roy: youre a dicer?

Me: umm...

Samus: just ignore them...

Me: will do! until next time...-

Meg-sama: Sayonara, Minna-san!

Me: thats my line! o well... at least i know where you live... :D