Hello! I'm back.

Pit: That's a surprise…

Of course it is!

Pit: I was being sarcastic.

Of course you are!

Pit: Uh…

Of course!

Pit: o.O

Okay, for those who still don't know: Purin is Jigglypuff! She's the same person, but I like using her Japanese name because it's cooler than Jigglypuff! I mean, come on! Jigglypuff? What sort of a name is that?

Chapter Eighteen

"Well," Marth said slowly. "Uh…"

"Don't take it easy on me," Pit declared. "Let's just fight our best."

"Hey, I'm fighting Link!" Roy stated. "Wow…all four of us made it into the semi-finals. I didn't know that!"

"How could you not know?" Marth scolded. "Master announced right at dinner."

"Well…" Roy went silent, thinking it was wise not to mention the kicking battle he had been having with Ness while Master had been talking. "I forgot."

"How could you forget?" Marth pressed.

"Maybe it was because I was helping you get rid of the infestation of the Mini-Mayhem Squad!" Roy shot back.

"You didn't have to help!" Marth said defensively.

"You told me help!" Roy retorted.

"You didn't have to listen!"

"Really? I didn't?"

"Uh…"

"Do you realize that you're telling Roy that if he hadn't helped you last night, he would have remembered the four of us were semi-finalists?" Pit concluded.

"Yes," Marth agreed, crossing his arms.

"So you're saying that you would've been fine facing the littluns alone?"

Marth's face twitched slightly. He let out an exasperated sigh. "I hate it when you guys gang up on me like this!"

"Uh," Pit said, "we're not ganging up on you."

"Oh."

"What do we do now?" Roy sighed as he took a seat on the bottom step of the staircase. "Life's boring in between the Battle Days."

"We could torture the littluns," Marth suggested.

"Nah," Pit shrugged. "We did it yesterday. But I have some questions for you guys anyway."

Roy took a step back. "Whatever it is, do it to Marth!"

Marth looked quizzically between the two. "What?"

"No, not like that," Pit reassured, but Roy still stayed in his spot. "I was just wondering, do you really think Samus likes me? After all, she is a bounty hunter who's the last of her race."

"Maybe it's like Link and Zelda," Marth said. "You guys won't see each other again until next year. Each of you come from different times and different places. She's worried she won't see you again."

"Being from different times is crazy," Roy sighed, "I didn't know what a gun was until Fox had one in my face!"

"How did that come to happen?" Marth turned to his friend.

"Uh…because..of…something…" Roy spoke, avoiding the subject. "So, Pit, what do you plan on doing to her…erm…in return?"

"What do you mean?" Pit asked.

"Well, she kissed you, so you have to do something back," Roy shrugged.

"I do?" Pit inquired.

Roy groaned. "And he's the one nicknamed 'Cupid'…"

"By who?" Pit said, feeling insulted.

"Um…people…"

"Hi guys!" Samus jumped on Roy's back, causing the redhead to scream and topple forward.

"You finally woke up," Roy rubbed his back.

"Sorry," Samus grinned to him. When she saw Pit, she turned red and looked down. "Hey, Pit."

Marth and Roy exchanged glances. Pit, being oblivous as always, just smiled. "Hi, Samus!"

As Pit and Samus stared at each other for a few seconds, Roy laughed silently, mouthed, "I love you, Pit!" while clasping his hands together. Marth hit him on the head.

"You're just jealous because you can't pick up a girl as easily as him," Marth whispered.

"Well, neither can you!" Roy whispered back.

"Well, yes, but I don't make fun of those who do!"

"You're no fun," Roy muttered as he walked towards the training arena. Marth followed, thinking of a witty comeback as he did.

"Pit, I was wondering," Samus started. "Since today's our resting day, and Master let's us roam around, do you want to go somewhere?"

"Where?" Pit queried.

"Well—"

"Is he taking you on a date?" Crazy popped out of nowhere.

"Crazy!" Samus cried irritably.

"Yes?" the hand answered angelically.

"Please, Crazy, can you go somewhere else?" Samus begged.

Crazy tilted slightly to one side, digesting the thought. After a second, "No."

"Why?"

"Why not?" Crazy replied. Had the disembodied hand a face, Pit imagined he'd be grinning like mad.

"This is something you'll never understand," Samus sighed, "because you aren't human."

"But I'm part of one!" Crazy said maniacally. "I'm a left hand!"

"That's nice to know," Samus said sarcastically.

"It is, isn't it?" Crazy jumped up and down, not realizing Samus was using sarcasm. "So when are you two leaving?"

"Uh…" Pit tried to get a word in, but Crazy just laughed hysterically.

"Are you going for pizza? Ooh! Let me come too! I love pizza! Especially olives, because they're round and they've got a whole in the middle! Like bagels! They're round, too! Like the sun! The sun has spots! I had a dog called Spot once, but he died. He lived a short life. Hey! Life is the name of a cereal! I love cereal. How much does cereal cost?"

"Um…ten dollars," Samus lied.

"Ten dollars! That's crazy! I was crazy once. My middle name is Crazy! Wait, so is my first name! Yeah. They threw me in a room with a lifetime supply of bagels…I like bagels…they're round, like the sun…hey, the sun has spots—!" Crazy rambled.

"Okay!" Pit interrupted. "Um, let's go to wherever we were going, Samus."

"Good idea," Samus agreed. "Bye, Crazy!"

"Wait!" the hand cried. "Take me with you!"

"No!" the two Smashers cried in unison and bolted out the door, slamming it in the giant hand's uh…hand…

"Where to?" Pit asked as he held the door from Crazy's wild smashing on the other side.

"How about that sandwich place down the street?" Samus suggested.

"Okay," Pit shrugged, though he had never been there before, much less heard of it. Anything to get away from Crazy.

Once inside, Samus pointed out to Pit the different kinds of sandwiches he could get.

"Wanna get a soda with it?" Samus offered when Pit decided on trying the salami sandwich.

"Ooh, what's that?" Pit said.

"Um, it's a bubbly sort of drink. It's good," Samus replied.

The cashier raised an eyebrow at the sight of Pit and Samus, but knowing of the tournament, she shook her head and smiled, welcoming them to the Sandwich Shop. Samus ordered while the angel took a look around the shop.

"Hey, you!" a teenage girl called to Pit. The angel turned to see a brunette sitting at a table not far off. "You're Pit, aren't you? One of the semi-finalists?"

"Um, yes, I am," Pit replied.

"Oh, nice to meet you!" the girl stood. "I'm Jae. Can you do a move?"

"Well, I can't. It's restricted if you aren't in the training arena of the mansion," Pit answered.

"Please?" the girl begged. "I won't tell anyone. No one would know."

"No one would know but me," Samus approached Jae angrily. She shoved the tray of food into a confused Pit's arms. "He would get disqualified for breaking the rules."

"Well, you wouldn't have to say anything," Jae shrugged.

"Stop pushing it, will you?" Samus hissed to the girl. She took Pit's arm and started to pull him away.

Jae's hostile look that she wore for Samus melted away when she turned her attention to the receding Pit. "Hope to see you again!"

"Fan girls," Samus muttered. "They're horrible."

"What do they do?" Pit asked.

"Let's see: worship you and the ground you walk on, treasure anything you touched, brag about anything that you would have in common with them, and make perverted future plans with you," Samus said as she took her seat at a table far away from Jae's. Pit sat across from her. "Avoid all of them. They might ask for a signature or autograph—just turn them down. They'll have fights over it later or something. And most of all—" Samus shuddered. "—don't let them know where you live!"

"But everyone knows where the Smash Mansion is," Pit said.

"But they don't know which room you're in," Samus stated. "And it's best we keep it there. Security isn't very heavy at night."

"Why? What will happen?" Pit asked, eyes wide.

Samus shook her head, muttering, "Poor Marth." under her breath.


"Ditchers!" Crazy accused to the two teens as they walked in about an hour and a half later. "I was hungry!"

"So you're not hungry now?" asked Samus.

"I guess," Crazy shrugged. "I feel like baking a cake."

"So bake one," Samus urged.

"But I might make the kitchen catch on fire again," Crazy thought aloud. "But that's okay! I'll be extra careful this time and actually know it's the timer going off and not think it's the doorbell!"

"He answered the door fifty times last time," Samus muttered to Pit as they went to meet the others.

"Well, this isn't going to be fun," Pit caught Roy saying as he and Samus entered the training arena. Roy, Marth, and Link were sitting off to the side, probably talking about tomorrow.

"This is interesting," Marth grinned. "Link fighting Roy and me fighting Pit. The fangirls are going to die."

Roy jumped up with sudden enthusiasm. He put on a fake announcer voice. "Who will win? Marth, the Prince with the sexy blue hair—Link, everybody's favorite Hylian who's the Hero of Time—Pit, the angel with the multi-use bow—or Roy, the hot half-dragon?"

"Shut up," Samus shoved Roy back onto the ground. "But I agree with Marth. I think tomorrow will be a fangirl's favorite day."

"What about the finals!" Roy sprang back up. "I can barely hold all my excitement!"

"We know you're excited," Zelda giggled, her arm wrapped around Link's. "No offense Roy, but I hope Link beats you."

"I figured that," Roy smirked. "Sorry to smash your hopes."

Zelda glared at the half-dragon, who shrugged innocently. Link just laughed and told Zelda everything would be all right.

"So," Marth fidgeted with the hilt of his sword, "where'd you two go?"

"That sandwich place," Samus answered simply. "Pit got another fan. He's an idol."

"Yeah, but are you?" Roy joked. "Everyone's used to seeing you in your suit, so no one would bother to think there's a hot girl underneath."

"I'm glad you think I'm hot," Samus countered.

"Well…uh…" Roy turned red when he realized what he said. "Just to make things clear, I don't love you or anything, alright? That's a job for Pit—I mean…uh oh…"

"Roy," Marth closed his eyes in frustration. "You screw everything up."

"I'm going to go now to avoid the Hurricane Samus," Roy ran out the door.

"Roy, you insolent little piece of shit! How dare you make such assumptions! I'm going to kill you!" Samus shrieked, chasing after the redhead.

"But you kissed him yesterday, so everything's good, right?" Roy's panicked voice came from the hall.

"He's going to die before he fights me," Link sighed.

"But that makes you winner," Zelda smiled.

"Oh yeah. That wouldn't be too bad. Except I'd have to be up against either Marth or Pit," Link said.

Another In-Between-the-Battle-Days Chapter done!

Next up: The fight between Marth and Pit! -several fangirls crying in the background-

foxdude33

It's okay that you're late. :) Big dreams, huh? Well, mine is to become an actress and get millions of dollars doing movies where I kill people like Uma Therman in Kill Bill! Yeah...

Snake has a hobby. Uh...-sits and thinks- Snake has a hobby.

ptpeach

I remember that rhyme from when I was little...I forgot how it goes. I don't know how to continue any more Pit/Samus junk because I'm running out of ideas. She's sensitive when people announce her liking Pit, but she really likes him...or...something...yeah...

qwertumz

Spongebob! I love Spongebob! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? -no one says anything- You guys need to watch more kids shows!

Nintendo Nut1

I'm actually not very punctual at all. xD But thanks for the compliment anyway! It has encouraged me to keep writing!

Pit: Yay!

Hylian dragoness

Well, thanks for letting me use your term for the littluns. :) Zelda has quite a temper, doesn't she? I guess I'll put something in with Pit/Marth later...a lot of people appear to like Yaoi. I don't write it, but I'm not against it, so I'll see what comes up.

tikitikirevenge

Yes, poor Pit. Oblivious and stupid.

Pit: Hey!

-hides behind him- Save me! I'm being threatened...about...something! Don't let me die!

OnerousOrangutang

Yay! I feel special! I'm sure you saw my note at the beginning of the chapter, so you should know who Purin is now. :)

. x . a d r e n a l i n e -...

Hehe...I don't make daily updates...but I try to update them as soon as I can!

Dannyboy

Wow...I didn't know Pit and Samus were actually linked...okay...time for me to do major explaining. :D

In Chapter 9, Link talks about how Master made a "movie" with him, Mario, Pikachu, and Kirby. To capture the real surprise on the camera, Master arranges for the new Smashers to appear right there whiel filming. (This "movie" happens to be the preview for SSBB... ) It would be played on television before the TV audience would see the Smashers fight. So, Pit knew Samus because he "fought" her in the "movie"(before they were ever so politely interrupted by Wario). Yeah. I kind of made a lame explanation for that in the chapter, but I wanted to link it somehow. :)

Wd00d137

I suppose I did rush it a bit...hehe...sorry about that. I just love Pit/Samus...yeah...

Angelglory

Marth might lose. He might not. ;)

Marth: No! What happened to your awesome prediction skills that you used in Blood Links! (That's a good story by RoyalFanatic, go read it!) Tell me if I'm going to win or lose!

Maybe.

Marth: Argh!

Slordrevan

I love Roy. -huggles Roy to death-

Roy: -hits Authoress with frying pan-

Hey! You're only allowed to do that when I'm reviewing for Band of Brothers! (that's a good TV series, go by the collection and watch it!)

Roy: Oh yeah. Let's go review some Band of Brothers stories!

Snake lost. Yep. To Pikachu.

Snake: Stupid yellow mouse.

R'N'Rer

Pit might beat Marth and Link might beat Roy. We'll just have to find out soon, shall we?

Calder

It's okay that you don't have much to say. You reviewed, that's what counts! LoL. Sorry, I love reviews. They're tasty.

Megaman-Omega

I might write a Link vs. Roy battle. I don't know. I've studied their moves and all...so...hmm...I'll think about it. ;)

sasukeuchiha180

Like I said with Calder...it's okay the review is short! I just love getting them! -eats a review- They have many healthy benefits. For example, keeping you excited so that you can keep writing.