Here's chapter five! Woo! I also replaced the announcement with the real chapter four, so read that first, okay?

Pikachu: Right…

I'm sure you guys noticed the summary change, eh? Well, I felt dissatisfied with the first one, and decided to put up a better one. (Sheepish grin) But uh…yeah, I guess we better get to the chapter, eh? I really can't find anything to talk about!

Falco: Duh! RF doesn't own us, SSBM, the Devils or their King, but she does own The Demon King, Nivian's partner, who will be revealed eventually, the Hands' true forms, the angels and the demons (unless they're specifically made by one of you guys), and the Underworld Realm.

D.K.: AWAY CHAPTER!

He wasn't sure if the conversation was a help…he wasn't sure if he was "alright" anymore…

He wasn't even sure if he did trust his own younger brother anymore…

The angel kicked himself mentally as he headed back to his room; why didn't he tell Roy everything? And did he speak truthfully when he told the general he did hate their father? Perhaps he did.

But he wasn't only angry at his father; Marth knew this to be true. He blamed many for the suffering he has now; the demons for going out of control, the Guardian that seal Nox away for doing so, Giga Bowser and Nana for their stupid plan six months ago, Lucifer for deciding something so stupid to spare the angels' families…

He would've continued these thoughts, if he didn't open his door. Then the bucket wouldn't have fallen on his head, and the extremely cold water wouldn't have soaked his hair, head, and shoulders.

He let out a yell of surprise and frustration, and could hear the soft giggling coming from several parts of his room; the kids were here, and they struck again…

The prince picked the bucket up, and turned to his bed, hoping to see his journal. He had forgotten to put it away, but never did he assume the kids would take it. But to his surprise, they did; the journal was gone.

The bucket was immediately crushed between the angel's hands; his face showing both anger and fear; anger for the theft, and fear for what would happen if someone deciphered the angelic writing that was, fortunately for him, written in it. Everything that had happened ever since he first heard the King's voice was written down, and if Master Hand got hold of it…all hell would break loose for him.

Dropping the bucket, he immediately shut and locked the door before completely observing his room.

The room was medium sized, and colored a peaceful sea green. That in itself surprised the other smashers, for they thought his room was blue. A bed was pushed in the far corner, fully made and hardly used; a computer desk was in another corner; the computer itself turned off. Unlike the other smashers, the walls were unusually bare, expect for a hanging clock about his bed, softly ticking, and two shelves between the bed and desk for his sword and lance. Sanctus Lancea was currently in its place, glowing. A ceiling fan was twirling at a rapid pace. Next to the bed was a closet door, while a window was above the desk; a good way to escape the mansion without detection.

Marth made mental notes of where the kids could hide; under the bed, under the desk, and in the closet. He crept over to the desk, moved the computer chair away, and lunged. Ness was too slow, and was caught by the back of his shirt.

"Where is it?" The angel asked, raising the psychic kid so he could see the boy's eyes. Ness flinched at the fury of Marth's voice, and shook his head. "I'll not ask again…where is it?"

"RUN!" Ness cried, casting PK Fire on the prince. He dropped Ness, allowing the boy to run to the door, open it with his mind, and flee. From under the bed, Pichu and Popo ran out the door.

Young Link ran out of the closet, but was grabbed and flung onto the bed. The journal, which was in the boy's arms, fell to the floor.

"Child abuse!" Young Link screamed. "CHILD ABUSE! SAVE ME!"

He would've gone on, but Marth covered the boy's mouth. Young Link bit the angel's hand, but it didn't work.

"If you shut up, I'll take my hand off," The angel said. Young Link nodded, and he hesitantly did as he promised. He attempted to dash off, but was grabbed by the collar of his tunic. "You're not going anywhere."

"Wh--what do you want?" Young Link asked.

"Why did you grab my journal?" The angel asked.

"You…you always carried it with you, ever since you started acting…" The boy lost his voice. He cleared his throat before finishing. "Ever since you started acting odd. I…I thought that maybe it held a…a clue."

"Believe me, it holds more than a clue," The angel said. "It actually holds secrets that explain everything. But no one, especially Sir Master Hand, can read it. Is that understood?"

Young Link nodded, noticing how the angel called Master Hand "sir", and the wild fire in his eyes. It scared the boy to no end. "I…I won't tell him; honest! I promise!"

"Good," Was all the angel said. He unlocked his door, and opened. "Now get out of here; if you or the others even think of pranking me again; you will pay." Young Link nodded shakily and left.

"Didn't that feel good?" The Demon King asked after Marth shut the door and fell onto his bed. "That boy did not deserve to snoop in your life, and you gave him the most appropriate punishment."

"That was the most sickening thing I've ever done," Marth said, spitting onto the green carpet. "And you're telling me that's what I'll be like with your power? No thanks!"

"Don't deny yourself; you did enjoy it. I noticed that the boy saw the fire, the wild fire. One of the Renegade's trademarks. I'm glad to see you starting to use your…other power."

"The only reason for the damned wild fire was because of you! My Renegade powers won't work unless you're involved, which means you did something to me."

"I slipped you a portion of my power. I'm glad to see that you used it to satisfaction."

"Monster! Leave me alone! I don't care if I'm to be your freaking servant; I won't do it!"

"You have no choice," The King sounded unusually cold. The next thing the angel knew, he was hanging in the air upside down. "I can do whatever I want with you, puppet. I can force my power unto you, I can make you kill your friends, and yourself. You are forever under me, and I will not stand for this foolishness."

"You'll never break my spirit…" the angel muttered. He felt himself dropped to the ground and stood up. Placing Falchion and its case on the empty shelf, he grabbed Sanctus Lancea and fled through the window.

The boys huddled in a circle in the Dinning Room. Young Link's shaky arrival without the journal was a disappointment, but they wanted to hear what happened. Young Link wasted no time in explaining what had happened after the others fled.

"I've never known Marth to be that furious," Ness said. "If we hadn't tried to get that book, I would've thought you got on Bowser's or Ganondorf's bad side."

"Why didn't you pick the book back up?" Pichu asked.

"I promised that I wouldn't say a word," Young Link replied. "And I was scared for my life. His eyes…there was a wild fire burning deep inside them…"

"Tell the other adults! Tell Master Hand!" Popo said. "He had no right to treat you that way!"

"He did; we tried to steal his journal, remember?" Ness said, frowning. "And if the book really does hold why he's slowly going insane, then I think we should just avoid it."

"But why can't we tell Master Hand?" Pichu asked. "After all, we didn't promise him to keep it a secret!"

"There was a promise to not say a word, I feel it," Young Link replied. "And I already broke that by telling you guys! You have to keep it a secret; he might kill me!"

"Fine, we'll keep this under the table," Ness said. "Prankster's Oath."

"Prankster's Oath," the other three muttered.

They headed to the arenas, where they successfully pranked Ganondorf, Pikachu, and Link while the latter three were battling. Young Link quickly forgot his fear as Ganondorf chased him and the other boys out of the arena lounging area.

And for a small time, things were normal.

Falcon: Another lame ending, since RF was stuck…-.-

Yoshi: Hey, at least she ended! (Sticks tongue at Falcon)

Falcon: She's going overboard with the angst. Sheesh!

Marth: You think this chapter is the worst…how wrong you are…

Falcon: Meaning?

Yoshi: Meaning that the true worst is later. And for those who aren't aware of this: you can submit an immortal OC for use in this fic and/or The Demon's Staff. Each immortal will appear in the tournament, but demon OCs can possible have a little time in the spotlight in this chapter. If you're interested, let us know, and RF will send the profile information.

Marth: Review!