OMG, it's the last chapter! Woot! Ok, so there is actually going to be an epilogue after this. Still, is this exciting or what? It's seven pages on word, singles spaced, so enjoy! Oh, and I didn't edit to well so yeah… I ask for your forgiveness.

Roy slunk down against the cement alley way wall. He could feel the grime caked on as he slid downward against it. A putrid smell hung in the air, which was not surprising since a dumpster was placed right of the back door leading into the Smasher's Lounge. The place was quiet and isolated. Few people came to this side of the coliseum, just employees coming to take out the trash, and Roy could understand why as he looked around at the dark puddles and filth clinging to each wall of this forgotten alcove.

Then why was he here?

He couldn't say exactly. Life just felt so confusing right now. He was going to watch Zelda fight, but at the last moment he turned back and came here. He just couldn't face her. Roy looked down at his reflection in a puddle of murky water. His face was tired and sweat clung to it, giving him a neurotic sort of look. He brought his fist down violently destroying the image. He didn't want to look at himself, at the coward who ran away just because of some stupid girl.

No. She wasn't just some stupid girl. Zelda was so much more. If she was just some stupid girl, he wouldn't remember the exact way she had said she really needed to study up on healing charms. It was somewhat jokingly, with slight emphasis on really, like she was sort of making fun of herself, but not so much that she believed she lacked the ability to improve in the area of healing.

Roy shook his head. This cannot be healthy.

The mad ramblings inside his mind were interrupted as an employee burst out of the door that led to the Smasher's Lounge. His name tag read 'Rick'.

"Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god oh my-"

"Please!" Roy shouted, "SHUT UP!"

"I'm sorry, but you must come quickly!" By Rick's alarmed face, Roy could seem something was terribly wrong.

"What's going on?" Roy asked him seizing him by the shoulders. Rick's unease seemed to spread through him like a disease.

"Gannondorf! He gave Link and Zelda a fake pill and now he's going to kill them with a giant pokemon and nobody knows what's going on because the arena is soundproof and they all think its part of the act and I've been looking everywhere for someone important but I can't find anyone who believe me so I have to tell you."

Rick paused for breath, then was about to begin again when Roy cut him off. "Wait, how do you know all this?"

"Well…"

Flashback

Rick closed the door of the mini fridge in the employee rec-room disappointed. No one had brought anything good in their lunch that didn't need to be micro-waved and he was starving.

Rick looked around. Maybe Roberto, the janitor, had something to eat in the broom closet. He opened the door and noticed in the pocket of Roberto's uniform a Twix bar. Rick let out a "score!" as he reached out and snatched the only candy bar with the cookie crunch. As he sat enjoying the Twix, a smile across his face, he heard the faint sound of someone coming. "Roberto!" he breathed, panic in his voice. The thieving employee jumped into the closet and shut the door almost all the way, so there was a thin crack for him to look out.

It was not Roberto who entered the room. Though it was a man, he was tall and broad shouldered, with a large protruding nose. Orange hair peeked out of the dark cloak he had draped around himself. He was looking for something, his eyes scanning an open cabinet on the upper wall. Then he stopped and reached in for a bottle of pills.

From beneath his cloak, he retrieved another container and a plastic bag. He poured the pills into the bag, and then replaced them with the contents of his own bottle. Then he closed the lid tightly and placed it back in the cubboard. He let out a triumphant laugh and left, but not before adding "There will be no celebration in the house of Link to night! Oh ho ho."

End of Flashback

"We have to go help Zelda!" Roy shouted. "Oh, and Link…I guess." He coughed.

The two men ran to the main coliseum, their pace slowing as the crowd thickened. After a few minutes of pushing and several "excuse me"s on Rick's part, they managed to reach the glass dome of the arena.

Roy pounded against the glass, but his fist did nothing. He used the handle of his sheathed sword to bang against it, but again it was futile. Panting, he gave a final pound against the glass before letting himself fall against it, but this last blow was out of frustration instead of hope to shatter the wall separating him from Zelda.

After a moments rest, Roy shook his head. He would not be stymied so easily. He unsheathed his sword and held it out in front of him, its power coursing through his body. His fury seemed to flow out of his fingertip into the sword as the blade began give off a lurid glow. With a loud passionate cry, his sword sliced through the air and pierced the dome. The wall of glass shrieked than shattered as Roy heaved him self into the arena.

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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.

She thought it was a dream, but it was more. It had been a glimpse into her future, perhaps of her death. Everything spiraled into blackness? Because she did not live to see what happens next. Then the flash. What was the flash?

"Die, bastard!"

A loud crash rang out, then the sound of glass breaking.

Zelda felt heavy and confused like she was in a bad dream. Was she dead? That voice…Who..?

Zelda felt a hand caress her face tenderly. Hot breath met her face comfortingly. "Zelda, open your eyes."

She did as she was told. Roy. His face, it stared back at her with a limp, but kind, smile. With one swift cut of his sword, he released her from the web. The relief she felt was immense. She wanted so badly to hold him, to run her fingers in his hair and bury her face in his neck. The feeling was almost irresistible. Almost. She stood still and instead gave a small nod in gratitude.

Zelda looked around. Gannondorf was on the ground clutching a deep gash in his stomach. She notice blood dripping down the blade of Roy's sword and it was obvious what had happened while her eyes were shut. Noise was now suddenly pouring into the arena due to a large hole in the glass, and Zelda remembered there had been a crowd watching the whole time.

"Someone call the police!" she shouted. The crowd turned to each other, confused and frightened. What was going on obviously eluded them, however several did take out cell phones and Zelda hoped desperately they were calling someone who would help.

Zelda felt Roy's hand on her shoulder jerk her around. The caterpie was still destroying what was left of the arena, and it was a matter of time before it moved out towards the audience. The thought infuriated Zelda. Innocent people would not be harmed on her account. She ran forward, ignoring Roy's voice calling her back. She called over her shoulder to him, "Distract him!"

Roy had no idea what Zelda intended to do, but he trusted her and did as he was told. With the light reflecting off of his golden armor and his bright red cape, it was a simple task to turn the insect's attention away from Zelda. Of course, now came the part that wasn't so simple: not getting killed. He leaped away avoiding a shot of web and landed with a roll. He charged forward, but stopped to evade one of the Caterpie's many legs which swatted at him powerfully. Careful to dodge the rest of the insect's blows, Roy eventually found a split second of an opening to attack. Using his entire body, he sunk his blade deep into the creature's stomach. It screeched in agony.

This seemed to be what Zelda had been waiting for. Roy saw her high above the ground holding onto a rope that was tied to one of the taller pillars in one hand, and clutching one of Link's bombs in the other. As the Caterpie opened its mouth to let out a great cry, she threw herself into the air fearlessly, and then hurled the bomb into it. Her body twisted about through the air then landed effortlessly. She had just enough time to grab Link's unconscious body and drag it away with her behind crushed pillars to protect themselves before the Caterpie exploded. Roy was thrust to the ground, and the remaining glass shattered.

The caterpie's blood, or a green substance equivalent to blood, burst out with the explosion covering the entire room, even reaching the very last rows. Hyrule temple was no more. The arena had been programmed to look like each back round and now that the machine had been destroyed in the explosion, it was nothing more than a black floor made of some type of plastic, charred in some spots.

Roy sat up and rubbed his head. He ached all over. He looked around the room praying he was not the only one to have survived the explosion. The arena looked deserted, but after a few moments he noticed Zelda poke her head out from where she had been hiding. Roy ran to her to make sure she hadn't been hurt. She seemed fine, but completely dazed. She at last looked up at him, into his eyes, as though really noticing his presence for the first time. "It's…it's over now, isn't it?"

He nodded as he wiped some of the blackness off his face with the back of his hand. There was silence for a moment and Zelda realized that everyone else had left (not surprisingly). She was alone. With Roy. And she had no idea what to say.

"Thank you," she said at last with really no thought at all. The words had just come out, as though her mouth wasn't her own. "Yeah. Thank you…for stuff." Shit. She wanted to kick herself. Thank you for stuff. She is so smooth. "I mean-"

"You're welcome," he said cutting her off. Oh no, it was coming-she knew it. Roy's secret weapon: the crooked smile. If he had wanted to take her wallet right then he could have easily done so and she wouldn't even notice. Her insides were squirming and she couldn't look away. "Are you sure you're okay," Roy asked her. He took a step closer to her.

"You don't have to worry about me," Zelda assured him.

"I know, but…I can't help it." Now Roy seemed to be the bashful one. He looked to be thinking about something, debating an unresolved matter. Then finally he slowly began to unravel the cloth hood that Zelda had wrapped around her head. She did nothing, simply watched him as she felt her hair fall against her face. Her heart was beginning to beat faster and louder and she was surprised that Roy didn't seem to hear it.

A thought suddenly crossed her mind. Could he possibly be planning to kiss her? His hand gently lifted her chin. He was going to kiss her!

He should have kissed her. But everyone had decided to it was time to come back into the arena. All the contestants who had been there during the fight had reentered as well as some of the crowd. The Nintendo brothers who were followed by four police men led the way. Princess Peach was there, Mario as well, and Rick was standing behind her trying to snip a piece of her hair off with a pair of safety scissors, but was having a bit of difficulty since she kept moving and jumping around to see over the everyone's head.

Roy and Zelda immediately jumped apart both blushing furiously, though no one seemed to notice. "Are you two okay?" one of the Nintendo Bros asked them.

"Yes, we're fine," Zelda said rather irritably.

"Are you sure? No one considering any law suits?" his brother chimed in.

"We really are fine, thank you," Roy answered a good deal more politely than Zelda would have.

"Well it's nice to finally hear some good news."

"What do you mean?" Roy asked him.

"We've searched the entire coliseum and the area surrounding and there was no sign of Gannondorf. He could possibly still be in here, but that is quite unlikely." Despite this lack of hope, the police had occupied themselves scanning the area.

"Do you think the arena can be fixed in time to finish the tournament?" Zelda asked as she looked around at the destroyed room.

"Oh, it shan't take more than a few days."

"Good," Zelda replied. "I want to finish this thing and get home!"

The two Nintendo brothers looked at each other nervously. "About that…" one began.

"We hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you, Roy, and Link are all disqualified from the tournament," the other said.

Zelda's jaw dropped. Roy simply said nothing.

"I'm sorry, but interference in someone else's battle is an automatic disqualification, and Zelda and Link actually lost their battle."

"What?!" Zelda cried out in surprise. "We lost?"

"Yes, the score is as follows:

Zelda: -2

Gannondorf+1

Link: -1"

Zelda felt her eyes start to burn with tears though she was determined not to let herself give in to childish sobbing. She was disqualified. Just like that. Her dreams of becoming a champion had just been run over by a steamroller. "You can't do this!" she shouted. Though she wasn't going to give into her tears, she would however submit to her building rage.

Roy seized her by the arm and pulled her away from the crowd, which had now swelled with viewers who had realized the danger was gone and had come back to see what was up. "It'll be okay, Zelda. Don't make it worse," he said in a supportive but firm tone.

"Don't make it worse?! How can it be any worse?" she lashed back at him.

"You could be dead." Roy's voice was abruptly louder and slightly tremulous and Zelda was taken aback by the power of how he had spoken.

Zelda was touched that her dying was worse than him being kicked out of the tournament, but it did not subside her anger much. "You don't understand."

"Than why don't you tell me so I can help you?"

"See, that's just it!" she cried out. "Everyone is always helping me. They help me so much, I'm not expected to do anything! I'm not expected to be anything! But I can be something. Don't you see? If I want the world to know that I'm not just the weak little princess sitting in a tower crying for help, than I have to win. Now I'll never be anything more. I guess I should just give up dreams of being respected as a fighter for good now." She turned away with her arms crossed.

"Zelda, don't be ridicoulous," Roy said surprised at Zelda's lack of confidence in herself. "You just killed a giant bug! How can you not be impressed by that?"

Zelda was not convinced. "Think back a few moments before. Where was I? Awaiting death until you came in and saved me. Why does this seem so familiar?" she asked sarcastically.

Now Roy was getting irritated. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. "Zelda, listen to me. I didn't save you. I just helped you save yourself." Zelda didn't know whether to listen to him or not. He may be right, but she still felt stubborn and contrarily pulled away from him and left shaking her head. She didn't really know where she was going, but she wanted to get out of the room and let her anger subside. She made her way through the crowd, though the process was slow only adding to Zelda's irritation.

Zelda wanted to yell out at the top of her lungs for everyone to get out of the way, but she still had enough common sense to know this would be very rude and these people hadn't done anything to her. In fact, now that she had begun thinking about what was around her, the crowd seemed to be turning towards her then looking back at the large over head tv. This made Zelda halt. She looked up at the screen and saw herself. She was fighting Gannondorf. And she was kicking his butt. Then the screen cut to a new scene. This one had her in it as well, but now she was leaping through the air after just throwing the bomb in Caterpie's mouth.

Zelda stared at the screen in amazement. Was that really her? Did that really all happen? She couldn't help but smile. The people were clapping now, clapping for her. She looked back at Roy. He was smirking in an "I so told you" kind of way. People offered words of praise but they washed over Zelda. Her mind was not thinking of them anymore. It was thinking about him.

That feeling came again, the one that she had felt when he told her to open her eyes, the urge to run to him, to kiss him. Then Zelda realized she had been wrong: the impulse wasn't almost irresistible, it was irresistible. She gave in and ran to him.

She threw her arms around Roy and whispered into his ear, "I want to thank you for stuff." A smile grew across her lips before they kissed and, for the first time in what seemed like ages, Zelda felt happy to be her.

The End

I really really hope you liked it. This horrible chapter took forever to finish because I sort of wrote myself into a corner. Please tell me what you think of this because I think I might redo this chapter depending on the reviews. Anyways, thanks for reading. Don't delete me from your alert list yet though because I want to add a short epilogue soon which will explain a few things. Plus you get to find out who wins the competition!