Time for chapter 9! There isn't too much longer till the story is over! And then what will we do?  Well, anyways, I hope you like this chapter because it was really really hard to write. I had to redo practically the whole second part! Grr…that was evil. Any who, go ahead and read it!

No!" she screamed. "Help me Link! Let me free and we can defeat him!" He seemed to be unable to hear her voice. Laughter, dark and full of malice echoed through her head. She screamed again. It was no use, no one would help her. Then, suddenly, there was a flash. She blinked and there was nothing but deep blackness.

Zelda sat up in her bed with a start, breathing heavily. Did she die, or did the flash of light somehow save her? And why hadn't Link tried to help her? Zelda shook her head to clear it of the dream she had just had. She remembered Gannondorf's laugh and something holding her back, but what was it?

Zelda collapsed into her pillow. It seemed as though getting a full night's sleep was just too much to ask. She closed her eyes, but the dream came back into her mind. She thought about what she knew of the dream and tried to piece them together in her mind. There was Gannondorf, something holding her captive, Link not trying to help her, and a white flash. Was this a warning? It seemed likely enough, after all, Link has been saving her from Gannon ever since she can remember and she would often have dreams that came true. But what didn't make sense was that Link had not tried to save her at all. She thought hard trying to remember what else happened, but to no prevail. She sighed and tried to go back to sleep.

When Zelda finally managed to sleep, it was restlessly. She awoke at about a quarter past eleven. Link was not in the room, though she wasn't surprised at this time of day. The elf stepped out of her bed and stretched. She trudged along in the carpet, grabbed her clothes, and changed into them. She took her time, still half asleep.

Zelda looked into her mirror. She saw a thin, large eared elf with long glossy hair that hung gracefully down her back. On her head was a sort of crown-headband that sparkled along with all of her other jewelry. Beneath the long, elegant gown she was wearing the toes of her high-heeled shoes stuck out. It didn't matter how many people she defeated or how strong she was. She still looked like a princess.

The elf removed the jewelry in attempts to make herself seem slightly less princess-like. Still unpleased with what she saw looking back at her, she tried again, this time taking off her entire dress so she was just wearing the slip that was underneath all of her clothes.

"You still look like a princess you know." Zelda swirled around to see who the high pitched voice belonged to. The room was empty except for her. Confused, the princess returned to adjusting her appearance.

"A really dainty princess at that," the voice added. Zelda stood stiff in rage just staring at her reflection in the mirror and making the room shake slightly.

"No need to get all mad or anything. It's just me!" Something small and pebble like hit Zelda in the back of her head. She turned around hastily and saw a small light floating around in front of her.

"Navi!" Zelda cried out, too surprised to be mad. "What are you doing here?"

The fairy floated closer to Zelda so she was almost touching her nose.

"You ask the stupidest questions. Link always bring me with him to give him advice on what to wear and that sort of thing. He would have brought Epona if he could have fit her in his car. I just don't like sitting around in this boring room all day listening to a stuck up princess whine about how dainty she looks." Zelda frowned at this. She picked up Navi by her wings and dropped her in the trash can, which she covered hastily with a large book.

"Let me out! This is fairy abuse!" the fairy cried out as she pounded on the sides of the trash can.

"I could, and then I could leave you there for a while until you learn some manners."

"I'm sorry, Zelda. Now let me out."

"What's the magic word?"

"Tri-force?"

"Close enough." Zelda removed the book and Navi burst out of the trash can, knocking it over in the process. She brushed some of the dirt that was on her and then crossed her arms.

"Now then, I need to look less like a princess. What should I do?" Zelda asked.

"Chop off your hair and then dress like a tramp."

Zelda crossed her arms. "I don't think so Navi…"she said as she braided her hair.

"Trust me, it would be an improvement."

Zelda frowned. "I don't like you," she said quietly.

"I guess we're even then," Navi answered as she darted out the window. As soon as she was out of the room, Zelda shut the window. Finally, there was peace and no obnoxious voice buzzing in her ear. The room seemed suddenly very quiet.

Zelda glanced over at a clock that read 11:37. Another battle would be starting in a short time and if she hurried, she could make it. She yawned for a moment and then searched around the room for her purse. When she found it, she dug through it until she found a pamphlet for the Super Smash Bros. Melee. Glancing over it, she saw at the bottom the time of each battle. The next battle was Yoshi against Roy.

Zelda, suddenly filled with new energy, changed into her clothes not caring whether they looked good or not. Brushing the hair that had come loose from her braid out of her eyes, she hurried down stairs and to the coliseum.

Zelda found a seat in the very last row of the stadium. She looked around hastily, giving a cursory (ooh vocabulary word!) look over the seats to see if she could spot him. Roy thought she was nothing more than a princess, a whiny little palace brat that doesn't know how to fight. Then why did she want to see him fight so much?

The stadium was beginning to fill with people and Zelda started to regret sitting so far in the back now that the seats in front of her had people sitting in them. She craned her neck to see the battle ground, which now took the shape of Termina Great Bay. To the crowds delight, the large screen above the arena showed today's fighters: Roy and Fox. Zelda did a double take and looked from her pamphlet to the screen. The piece of paper in her hand clearly stated that Roy was fighting Yoshi, not Fox. Deep in thought, Zelda at first did not notice the two girls chatting in front of her, but their voices grew louder and bubblier and she finally stopped to hear what they had to say.

"What is with this? I wanted to see Roy beat up the dinosaur, not a dumb fox." The chatting girl flipped her light blonde hair behind her shoulder as the other nodded in agreement.

"I heard that Yoshi had his tongue tied in a knot by someone and he had to drop out." The blonde haired girl gave an incredulous look.

"It's true," her friend defended. Seeing the annoyed look on her friend's face, the blonde changed the subject.

"At least Roy is still entering." The two girls giggled. "I wouldn't have come if he wasn't here."

"I know; he is so hot! I wonder what he looks like without a shirt."

Zelda crossed her arms and scowled.

"I bet he looks good!" she said as they continued their high pitched laughter. They stopped when the blonde girl's hair suddenly caught on a fire that appeared from thin air.

Screaming loudly, the frantic girl bobbed up and down fanning herself with her hands until her friend poured someone's soda on her hair extinguishing the flames. They both ran out of the stadium as Zelda blew away the smoke coming from her fingers.

Roy stood still breathing heavily. He brushed his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes, but it fell right back. The door swung open and he stepped into cold blue water that was surrounding a sort of island. He shook the water off his boots and stepped on the island. Expecting sand, Roy fell forward as the island shook and he realized that this was not an island but a very large turtle that looked uncannily like an island, complete with a palm tree.

Fox was already waiting for him, as was the crowd. Roy didn't quite know if he should attack or not. Fox, who was standing on a wooden platform next to the island, impatiently shot a laser from his gun to give Roy a wake up call. Roy immediately switched his focus on what the half animal/half man was going to do next.

Fox leaped forward with a side kick that moved faster than the eye could see. His heel made a loud 'thud' as it came in contact with Roy's face. He threw more of his lightning fast kicks, each hitting his target with incredible accuracy. It was not even two minutes into the game and Roy was already weakening fast.

Roy cried out as he blocked another of Fox's blows with the handle of his own sword. He leaped to his feet and steadied himself. But Fox was not about to lose his winning streak. He took a moment to press a button on the side of his gun and aimed it at Roy. Unfortunately for him, Roy, when not lost in thought, had sharp reflexes that sprang into action immediately as he ducked and missed the red light that had shot out of Fox's gun. Fox fired several more blows, Roy dodging each one as he sprinted about both the island and the wooden platform. Impatient with no one attacking him, Roy lunged into the air and landed behind Fox delivering a quick blow with his sword. Fox immediately turned around to face his opponent, who delivered a series of quick stabs with his long sword.

Now that he was actually giving his opponent damage, Roy finally felt confident. That is until Fox managed to get in that shot he had been dodging for so long. As the read beam of light left the animal's gun and struck him in the left shoulder, he mentally prepared himself for pain. But the pain did not come, at least not in the way he expected. The shot that he had received had not been meant to inflict damage. Instead, Roy found himself completely paralyzed. Even his long red cape did not sway in the wind as had been a moment before. Unfortunately, he had been trying to move just as the laser had hit him, and the awkward position he was in would not hold him steady and he crashed to the ground. His head was clouded with pain and embarrassment as he struck the wood that now seemed so hard.

Roy had never been sure that animals could snicker, but apparently they could as Fox did so as he stood before his paralyzed opponent. More throbbing came as he began to use any attack that he could think of before the effects of the stun ray wore off. By the time it did wear off, Roy was not in good shape. He blinked, enjoying the ability to move again. His eyes narrowed and he breathed deeply. It was go time.

They charged and Roy managed to knock Fox's gun out of his hand. He gave a series of slashes from his sword and then kicked Fox in the stomach sending him crashing to the ground onto his back. Standing over him, Roy raised his sword. Fox was defenseless; he could easily get a KO. The crowd began to call out his name and several girls in the front row screamed "ROY'S OUR BOY!" as they held up home made signs with his face on it. He was sweating now, and he could hear the beat of his heart stronger than anything else in the room. He brought his sword down fast, though the fear in Fox's eyes seemed to cry out at him for an eternity. He would win, he would be triumphant, she would see.

She didn't see. No one saw him win. Everything just stopped. Roy stopped. Fox stopped. The crowd stopped. No one was moving. No one, except Zelda, that is.

Roy stood in silence watching the last bit of her golden hair follow her out an exit. It was simple: she had left. He was in shock, as was everyone else in the room, but for a different reason then them. Zelda had left during his fight, and she didn't seem to be going to the restroom. Her elegant face had been sculpted into an expression of disappointment, obviously in him.

Had he not been good enough for her? Was she still mad about him saying that she was just a princess? He was so confused, upset, and disappointed all at the same time that it took minutes for him to realize he had missed his perfect opportunity. The crowd was now booing him, something that had only occurred to him in nightmares. Fox had risen now leaving Roy with no opening at his opponent and, even worse, a bad reputation with Zelda. He hadn't been good enough for her; he hadn't been good enough for anyone. He had failed. Fox, reminding him that the battle was not over yet, threw a fist at his nose causing it to bleed.

At this moment, something inside Roy snapped (and no, it was not his nose). His eyes perked as did the hair on the back of his head. He ran forward, fury in his eyes. Slashing blindly at Fox, it wasn't long before he had as much damage as the sword-wielding pyromaniac. The crowd had stopped booing and most of them simply sat watching him. Roy's method of attack was not perfect, far from it, and Fox did manage to get blows through to his face and jaw, but the man just kept coming back with as much energy as the first time he charged.

With one minute left, Roy had made up for missing his opportunity, but he had been focusing so hard on killing Fox, he had no idea who was winning. Both Fox and Roy were exhausted; the fight had used much of their energy. Fox shook his head dazedly and tried to hold his balance, but his knees seemed unable to keep him steady. Roy leaned against his sword, his chest heaving with each panting breath. Neither opponent seemed able to do anything but be still and wait for the other to move.

Roy doubted whether he could walk more than a yard, so instead he just stood still thinking. He wanted to quit, he wanted to move. He wanted to know what she thought of him, what he did wrong, why he would never be more than friend, if even that. Nothing he wanted to do was happening. His head was feeling sweaty and hot. 'My hair does keep my head warm' he thought with a weak smile. That's what he had said to her, of all things. It was so stupid-why didn't he think of something that would sweep her off her feet? His mind went back to lunch with Zelda trying to think why he had said the remark about his hair. He had said "Is it something about being an elf that makes you hair obsessive?" She had answered "I think it has something to do with being a hero. Your hair looks really hot".

Roy's eyes lit up. His whole body felt revived. She said his hair was hot. He said it out loud now. "She thinks my hair is hot!" Fox just looked up at him, clearly confused. So she hadn't said she was deeply and passionately in love with him. Hey, it was a start. He said it louder now. "She thinks my hair is hot!" He smiled a wide grin and picked up his sword.

Fox was so taken a back he didn't even remember that he was fighting this loony, not watching him from a safe distant. Before he knew it, Roy had delivered one final blow to his stomach knocking him off the edge, giving him another point. Roy leaped into the air, but the adrenaline rush had worn off and instead of landing gracefully on the ground, he fainted.

Roy opened one eye lid lazily. He saw blue hair and a smiling face. A "Dumbledore for President" pin soon came into focus.

"Marth!" he cried.

"Finally your up. I completed half of the second Harry Potter book while you were asleep." Roy chuckled and looked around himself. He was in the Smasher's Lounge feeling better than ever. The room was almost empty, with the exception of Samus who had been waiting with Marth. She seemed curious as what was going on, but it was hard to tell with her armor, which he assumed was metal because of the "Dumbledore for President" magnet on it, covering any emotion she might have had.

"See you've made a new friend."

Marth blushed. "Err…yeah." His shy expression changed to one of excitement. "You did amazing on that battle! Everyone thought you would lose because you missed that perfect KO and he had you under that stun ray and all. But you showed them! Sometime around when he broke your nose you went on this mad frenzy and you killed him four times!"

"But, I was so…weak. I just remember before I passed out, I didn't do very well and I was feeling awful."

"Well, yeah," Marth stated plainly. "Of course you weren't feeling too good; you just killed him four times without him giving you a KO at all!"

The two sat in silence, Roy just taking it in. He honestly didn't think he would win, or at least he wasn't paying attention to it at all. They were silent until Marth remembered something.

"Roy, when you were about to attack Fox for the last time you shouted something. What was it?"

"Let's just say I think I understand how Link feels."

And that is it! Different point of view, huh? Well, don't have much to say but I will assure you that Roy does not go hair obsessive like Link. Don't worry. TTFN