((A/N: i've wanted to do this one for so long! its a zelda peach cross over! not sure what cat i'll end up putting it in, its in peach's perspective so proablly Mario. unless there's a cross over section... hummm... anyway.

this story will contain... i don't know the word, but it's a girlxgirl pairing. hope you enjoy it!

i don't own Mario, The legend of Zelda or Nintendo for that matter))

I looked around the bar from where I sat, the hood of my black cloak covering my golden blonde hair. I was waiting. And it was getting tiring, the waiting. If the girl didn't show up soon…

I slammed back the drink that I held in my hand, "Another one Mr. bartender. Before I chicken out."

The bartender grumbled and handed me another glass as another cloaked figure game up to the bar.

"Apple?" The figure said quietly in my general direction.

I knocked back another drink before answering, "I prefer peaches."

The cloaked figure nodded and quickly guided me to a room in the back, gesturing for me to go through while he stood outside like the over protective bodyguard I'd predicted he was.

The room was no better than the bar, barely clean enough to be sanitary and with the barest of furnishing. I guess my background has spoiled me that way. I'm used to the cleanest of cleans and the best of everything at all times. That's one thing I've always envied about her, she didn't spend her whole life being pampered like me but she still pulled off the princess bit perfectly. She'd learned what it's like to live outside the castle walls.

And me? Sure I've left on trips and vacations, none of which ever ended up too well. Most involved me getting kidnapped and what not. And that one time I actually went to Vibe Island to save my ex-boyfriend and his dimwitted brother. But lets face it, fighting a bunch of joyful koopas with a talking umbrella does not qualified you for hero status.

So here I was, in this gawd awful bar meeting the princess I've always wanted to be. All because she'd sent word that she needed my help and I was too stupid to point out I have no real experience in the matter.

What am I? A ditzy blonde?

Oh wait, I forgot, I am. I'm the ditzy blonde that can't leave the castle without some one trying to kidnap me. I'm the ditzy blonde that dated a plumber for five years. I'm the ditzy blonde who had a computer fall in love with her. I'm the ditzy blonde who was being held captive yet still found time to take a shower everyday.

A voice from the shadows behind me brought me back to reality, "Princess Peach I presume?"

I spun, the hood of my cloak falling back to show off the golden crown that sat on my head at all times, to look at her. She wore a long white skirt and a beautiful mauve blouse. Each embroidered with such detail. Long white gloves and bronze shoulder armor covered her arms, and her hair was tied back in a beautiful but not overly done way. She, like myself, still wore her tiara, though hers made her look more dangerous than damsel in distress. And the sword she had sheathed at her side helped also.

Another thing I hate about her, the ability to look scary, beautiful and proper all at the same time. I just look comical.

I hold out my hand, trying not to seem intimidated, "Princess Zelda, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Zelda look my hand in a firm embrace, "A pleasure to meet you as well."

Another thing I hate is her name. It's so not stupid. So princess like. Not that Peach isn't princess like, it's just fruity. Seriously now, Princess Peach, sounds like she should be happy, carefree, relatively harmless, an easy target and an all out air head princess. Princess Zelda though, you think Zelda and you wonder. Zelda sounds educated. Zelda sounds romantic. Zelda sounds like a girl who could probably kick your ass.

"I wasn't sure if you'd show up," she'd moved to the window, "No offence or anything, but you aren't exactly what I'd pictured from all I've heard about you."

That made ma a bit nervous, "What exactly did you have me pictured as?"

She smiled, a smile that could take down a full-grown man and made me, if possible, even more nervous, "I saw you as more of a prissy eww-look-at-that-bug, can't do anything without my boyfriend type."

"Ex-boyfriend," I pointed out, seeing as we'd broken up last year when I found him with that horrible Daisy, "And I don't necessarily ask him to save me. He's so full of himself he never gives me the chance to try and escape. And I'm not scared of bugs." Just centipedes. All those legs. Gross.

I could have sworn I saw a hint of mirth in her eyes, "Nice to know." She moved and sat down at the small paper covered desk, gesturing for me to do the same. I did of course. Don't want to be rude to the women I'd just made a fool of myself in front of after she called me a prissy airhead.

"So I beat you're wondering why I asked you to meet me here?"

Well duh. It's not everyday a princess from another dimension requests you meet her in a dirty old bar.

"You see," she started, folding her hands together, "I had this dream."

((thats it for now, i'll update when i have the chance, thanks for reading. please review!))