A somewhat sad chapter…the aftermath of Roy's death and, as the title suggests, the victims' last requests.
Falco: But I was already cremated, and Pikachu was already sent to Ash.
Zelda: Like our wills or something?
You'll see! But anyway, yeah, a somewhat sad chapter…
Pikachu: I'm already sad… (Sniff)
But there is some humor! I mean, the others can't be sad forever, right?
Zelda: RoyalFanatic doesn't own us, but she does own the story and the Blood Links.
Pikachu & Falco: Away chapter!
Funeral services…are so pathetic. Why should I have to go, when I could research how to get the missing links? Perhaps I could even finish them of by just getting one…but perhaps not; after all, that little monkey of a human managed to survive before…he could live my attack again…
Yes…he could…
How could it be so sunny?
That's what Link wanted to know…
The funeral service just ended. Master Hand was talking with the priest, thanking him for doing the service for two people at once. It was well known throughout the mansion that both Roy and Zelda had a crush on each other. Being buried together would surely make them happy.
Link thought back to the last thing he said, before heading back to the mansion with Young Link by his side. "Rest easy. We're going to be alright…" Was that really true? Would he, Marth, and Young Link really be alright? Losing family was so hard…
Young Link was in tears; the funeral only proving to the eleven year old that he would never see Zelda again. Never again would she play with him, or laugh at his attempts at jokes, or even scold him when he did something wrong! Never again, would he hear her voice…and it pained him so.
Link was beyond the point of crying. He knew tears would do nothing to help him feel better in any way. All the Hero of Time could really do was find support and strength in his friends, and overcome…well, overcome as much as he possibly can; he was sure one could never get over the death of family. Yet…Link could feel his positive emotions slip away…he tried to smile, to laugh, but he always failed. He could only feel sorrow for Zelda's death…and anger at the one who took her away.
But for Marth, it seemed his emotions, both good and bad, took off on vacation or died along with Roy. He only spoke when necessary, with a cool tone. If he was sad, angry, or anything at all, he didn't show it.
Master Hand was now literally sweating with apprehension; at first, he feared that bad, no, horrible things, would happen, and now he knew. It was almost as if any day now, he would finally crack.
Mario was also hit in the heart by the funeral; he knew he himself, Dr. Mario, and Luigi, especially Luigi, were in danger. Of course, the green wearing plumber had luck, but for how long? Would the day come in which he dies anyway?
The smashers thought they could already feel Giga Bowser's shadow over the mansion. The thought of his release terrified them all…yet not everyone was aware that the Blood Links existed, and that they were what kept the mutant caged. Mr. Game and Watch lost it completely, proclaiming that he saw the titan freed and that the only way to eliminate the murderer was to kill pretty much everyone.
A week snailed by; then two; the smashers were losing heart. They were losing their numbers, quite rapidly, and they still couldn't find ANYTHING that might help to explain why.
Ganondorf didn't approve of the murderer and its secrecy. Not being able to pinpoint a gender to this murderer, the greudo king merely called it an, well, it. Walking into the dining room, on his way to the kitchen, he observed Kirby, Popo, and Ness as they ran around the room playing tag. He continued to the kitchen door when he heard a clatter, a curse, and running water. Stiffing laughter, he entered.
Marth was the only person there; he was at the sink, an annoyed look on his face. On the counter was a cake box. Well, that explained the kids! On the floor near the counter was a knife, only slightly tinted red. Ganondorf guessed what must've happened.
"Lost of mind and lost of thought are accident's best lovers," he said, grinning widely.
"No kidding," Marth said, his voice filled with sarcasm. Ganondorf laughed.
"Good thing too," he said, rummaging through the many cabinets dedicated to snacks. "Don't want to see anyone else turn into Fox! You know what they say: 'Once you see an emo fox, then you've seen everything!' Hey? We still have those spicy barbeque chips?"
Marth chuckled, causing Ganondorf to grin at him before continuing shifted through the sea of potato chips, cookies and candy, and fruit snacks. "It seems my emotions finally came back from vacation!" the prince said. "It's about time too!" He observed the not-so-straight cut on his left palm and turned the water off. At least it stopped bleeding! "Try the one about you."
Ganondorf checked the cabinet above the one he just searched and grabbed a bag. "Well, there's another good thing!" he said, raising the chips in a toast. "My thanks for helping me find these! You should see to the doc about that cut; I'll get the kids their cake." Marth nodded in thanks and left. Ganondorf picked up the knife on the floor, laughed at it, then placed it in one of the three dishwashers. He then grabbed another knife and proceeded to cutting the cake.
Link was in Master Hand's office, staring long and hard at the paper the glove gave him. He easily recognized Zelda's handwriting. Her last requests…to be exact…
Each bearer of a link was to write their last requests, their wills, just in case something like this happened. Dr. Mario had written one a week ago.
Being the heir of Hyrule before she died, Zelda left Link the next position to inherit the crown; he was now heir to the throne. She left gifts for her friends; Link smiled at the amount of jewelry she left Peach. She also left Young Link the Triforce of Wisdom, since Link had claim to Courage. He would have to inform his younger self about this when they both were ready.
"Take these," Master Hand gave Link three more papers. Link was quick to recognize Falco's, Pikachu's, and Roy's handwritings. "Get them to their rightful owners."
"I don't think Pichu's ready," Link said, giving the glove Pikachu's will back. "But I can see to the others." He got up and left.
Fox read Falco's last words, his right wrist still bleeding freely. No matter what anyone said, the humanoid still slit his wrists. Link wanted to shake the fox back to his senses, but knew it was a lesson McCloud had to learn himself.
"What does it say?" Link asked. He knew perhaps he wanted privacy, but all the link bearers knew about having to write a will.
"Falco left most of his things to me," Fox replied. "Like his blaster collection and stuff. He donated all his jackets to charity; I'll see to that."
"Did he leave anything to us?" Link asked. Fox knew he was talking about Super Smash Brothers in general.
"His memories, lots of wishes, and the best of luck," Fox replied. Link nodded, and walked off.
Young Link and Pichu both were in Pikachu's garden. The little mouse wanted to learn how to take care of it, and he wanted Young Link to learn with him. The past two weeks taught the two that crying together was better than crying alone. Jigglypuff happily showed them the proper way to tend to a garden.
"What does it say?" Link asked, yet again. Dr. Mario looked up from his papers; he couldn't help his curiosity as much as Link could!
"Roy left me the Sword of Seals, as well as other possessions," Marth replied, looking up from the will. "Being the owner of two swords, it makes me wonder if I should take up the way of the twin blade."
"Hmm…you fight with twin blades…" Link thought for a brief moment. "Nope, can't see it."
"I'll encase it then," Marth said. "A tribute to its owner; who died a tragic, yet noble, death."
"That was…so beautiful…" Dr. Mario said, faking a sob. He and Marth started laughing, while Link tried to…
Nope…still couldn't.
"So, what else?" Dr. Mario asked.
"Not much," Marth replied, turning back to the will. "Gifts for a few friends, training swords for Link, and lots of wishes and luck to Super Smash Brothers."
"We'll be sure to take them with pleasure," Link said.
"Indeed," Dr. Mario said, nodding. "So, has any word popped up yet?"
"Not yet," Link replied, frowning. Still easy to frown… "I think some of MH's worrying and apprehension is starting to rub off on us too…"
"All we can do is keep looking," Marth said. "And hope that something turns up before it's too late."
"Luck helped us before," Link muttered. "I know it'll help us again…"
No deaths today…but I do not mind. Luck seems to be turning against me. I should plan my steps…so I can strike without luck hindering me…
Yet…if I do…what if someone else sees my face? I cannot risk it…I shall have to make another…incident…
For now, once again, two shall die another day…
Marth: And that ends the chapter!
Luigi: So we learn how the former bearers are handling things. Pichu and Young Link just cry, Marth, you were emotionless for a while, but now you try to keep yourself happy, Link tries to smile or laugh, yet can't, and Fox goes emo?
Marth: Yeah…some of the readers probably won't like that…but we needed someone like that, and RoyalFanatic chose Fox.
Luigi: Please don't kill her!
Marth: Review!