Hey guys! It's me! Sugar'n'Spice'n'Luv! Yeah, if you are here it means you liked the last chapter! Well, since I havent actually has done anything interesting since then… Here you go! The Meeting Part 2. Enjoy. (BTW, It includes OCs)
Her hands were wrapped around the long piece of wood. She could feel the sweat beads running down her forehead. All the previous running had worn her out. But this was it, and after that both would be done. His gaze was boring into her eyes, readying himself to throw the ball.
Two outs… two outs… Come on Nana! The other team is one inning from winning. Don't miss. She instructed herself. For the past hour the boys were busy teaching her everything she needed to know about baseball. From the rules to famous players. Until that moment, Babe Ruth had just been a candy bar to her.
Red secured his cap before cockily spinning around and using the force he had gathered to throw the ball at her. He called it The Deadly Spin. Nana swung the bat as fast as she could.
"First Strike!" Link called from behind cursed under her breath as she brought the bat back up and positioned herself again. She never knew he had a competitive side to her.
"Yo man! Chill! She's a newbie!" Ness called from behind in first base. Red nodded and proceeded to throw the ball. It fell a few feet in front of Nana. She glowered at the ball, then at pitcher.
"Okay… then." She said as she positioned herself again.
"Oops! Ball one!" Link called from behind her. I'm not that bad though…
Red through the baseball.
Ball two…
He threw it again.
Ball three. One more and all I'll have to do is walk towards first base… I don't want that! She thought to herself. She waited for him to throw the ball once again, but this time she leaped forward and swung the bat, missing by an inch.
"Second strike!" Link shouted from behind her.
"You don't need to yell. I already know…" She said as she regained her original position. "Red…" She called out to him when he saw him about to throw the ball. He looked at her for a brief second before nodding his head.
"Pitch like a real man, please." She teased before raising the bat once again. He glowered at her before smiling. He fixed his cap, spun around on the tip of his shoes, and with all the force he had gathered threw the ball in her direction. For a second there, everything went slow motion. She gripped her bat tighter before swinging. Crack! The bat impacted with the ball sending soaring above the field, lots of meters away from the court.
"Nana! RUN!" A voice called to her. She looked up to see Ness waving at her. Instantly she dropped the bat and rushed towards first. She looked around to see if anybody from the other team was near and had a ball in their hands. Nope, they were all fetching the ball still. She then dashed towards second. Now she was on her way to third base when she heard a ball fly near her ear. Red was ready to catch her and tag her out.
"AW HELL NAH!" She shouted as she did a mad dive towards the base. Her fingers grazed the padded spot before the ball in Red's hand.
"Safe!" Link shouted again. When her head looked up, both Ness and Popo, had made it safely into home. Two innings, and a victory! She stood up and ran to them.
"We won!" She cheered. Ness nodded before high fiving her. The other team approached them with crossed faces but soon they vanished as they saw her.
"It was an easy victory! Ness and Preston are there!" Link whined in a girly tone before laughing along with his friends.
"Sore Loser!" Ness teased.
"But seriously, lets play something in which we all have similar skills at. Ness and Popo have been in baseball since first grade, man. That ain't fair!" Red complained. They all remained silent for a moment thinking except for Nana, she was far off in another place in her mind. Her eyes wandered off to the extensive green lawns in their massive backyard. She absentmindedly began to walk towards the green pastures and examined the area. She then noticed the white lines drawn on the grass, ruining its perfection. Her gaze followed the line all the way up to the goal. Oh! It is a soccer field. She said to herself.
"That's it! Lets play soccer!" A voice called right behind her. She spun around to see a more than eager Lucas bouncing his way to the field.
"You are the captain of the soccer team…" Popo argued. Lucas glowered at him.
"We played baseball. You had been the captain two consecutive years of your team before Ness actually began to go to practice. Now let's play my sport." He bickered. Popo rolled his eyes before turning on his heel and trotting back to the mansion.
"Where are you going?" Link called out. The brunette ceased his running until he eventually stopped. His head turned around to face him.
"I'm gonna get my cleats! I don't know about you but I don't want to get a sprained ankle before the end of the tournament next week!" He shouted back. After a few moments, everybody trotted back, behind Popo, into the mansion to get their precious soccer cleats. Nana stood there awkwardly wondering why she never joined a sport before.
"Maybe Peach has a pair…" She thought as she made her way back into the mansion.
They all stood in the middle of the field dressed in their soccer kit and were ready to start the game. All they needed to do was decided who went on whose team.
"Kay, Link and I will be captains." Lucas said as he pulled the other blonde alongside him. They scrutinized their possible teammates.
"Let's toss a coin to see who digs in first. I go for head, okay?" He said as he pulled out a penny from his pocket.
"Suuuure, dude. But your personal business has nothing to do with me." Link said as he began to chuckle. Lucas' face twisted.
"Get your freaking mind out of the gutter!" He growled as he tossed the coin.
"Head. Guess you got what you wanted." Popo teased. Lucas socked him on the shoulder before analyzing them all.
"Nana." He said as he flicked his head left. The girl obediently walked behind him. He crossed his arms and looked at his brunette friend.
"Oh, yeah I did get what I wanted…" He said with a mysterious tone. The brunette's fist tightened so hard he got nail marks on his palms.
"Popo." The other blonde called. Without removing his gaze from Lucas he walked over to the other side.
"Red." Lucas called out the hazel eyed boy over to his team before turning on his heel and walking over to his respective side of the field. Link then took his team over to the opposite side.
The blonde looked at the small brunette in front of him.
" So… Nana, you wanna do the kickoff with me?" He asked her as he bit his lower lip. She took a step back and narrowed his eyes at him.
"No double meaning intended." He said after he noticed her glare. Being the sport expert she was, Nana giggled nervously and looked around.
"Um… what's that?" She asked as she rubbed her arm sheepishly. Lucas chuckled and looked over to the goal.
"Would you rather be a goalie?" He asked. She eagerly nodded. Yess! This way I won't have to move… I think. She thought to herself as she stood in the center of the goal. Her gaze instantly glued to the center of the field, where Red and Lucas stood parallel to the it while facing each other. Lucas had the ball under his foot before he passed over to Red who passed back again. After that, they all went mad crazy while chasing Lucas around the field trying to snatch the ball away from him. It seemed impossible. And to think he was this sweet, shy little boy who feared a ball when it came his way. Nana laughed at the thought until she saw her greatest fear come true. Ness had the ball and was currently dashing towards their side of the field. Ohmigod! What do I do?! She panicked. Not two seconds later Ness kicked the ball in the goal's direction. Her instincts kicked in and, without thinking, she threw herself like she'd seen in other games she had attended to. Not that she was playing, but more like watching. Sadly , she jumped in the opposite dir3ction the ball was kicked. Ness shouted like crazy before taking his shirt off and waving it all around while he ran back to his side of the field. Nana glowered at him before standing up and brushing her self. She felt a pat on her back. She turned to see Lucas smiling at her widely.
" You did well!" He said with a cheeky smile. Her glare turned into a look of mild disbelief. She then crossed her arms.
"They scored… I failed. In what universe is that well?" She asked. Lucas chuckled a little before glaring at the other team, who were currently flipping him off.
" That's it, I'm playing." She said as she saw what the other team was doing. Lucas stopped her before she could even move.
"What?" He asked. She slapped him off and began to walk over to midfield.
"I'm playing, like, playing play. Either you or Red stays in the goal and the other comes with me." She said before trotting off into the middle of the field. Lucas followed suit, leaving Red in charge of the goal.
"Okay, let's do the kickoff and then-" Lucas began but was soon cut off by the sound of his alarm. He looked down at his watch and groaned. He then began to walk away from the field.
"Dude, where you going?" Popo called after him. Without turning around he summoned them over.
"I need to help prepare the food! Come on!" He shouted to them. With a long sigh they all began their long walk towards the mansion.
"Does that mean we won?" Link asked as he smiled. That smile soon vanished when he noticed Nana's glare on him.
"No, Pit, I said sliced not chopped! Pay attention!" An angry blonde growled as he saw what his cook had done. He then stormed towards a brunette with her brown locks tied up in a messy bun to see how her work was going.
"How's the salad going?" He muttered. Her blue eyes looked to the blonde. He seemed annoyed.
"Well, it is okay I guess…" She said a bit panicky. His eyes softened when he saw her expression.
"Sorry, I just find it hard to keep my cool WHEN I'M WORKING WITH A BUNCH OF IMCOMPETENT DIMWITS!" He screamed. All the kitchen staff gulped before speeding their pace. He then returned his glare towards his sou-chef.
"Good work Zelda. Send the "waiters" to take the orders now. Today's menu is on the inbox outside the kitchen. And please, tell them to move fast. We need to start on those orders." He commanded her.
"I'm on it, Lucas." She complied before turning towards the direction where all the waiters sat and chatted. She then headed in their direction. Lucas then continued to order his 'cooks' around with a stern face.
"Boy he does look scary when he's angry…" Link said as he stepped away from the massive kitchen doors. The rest of the guys nodded along as they headed towards their seats.
"He looks like Chef Ramsey!" Ness said as he chuckled. Nana followed suit behind them. Red turned around to face her with a bright smile.
"Want to sit with us?" He asked cheekily. The rest of the guys turned to her awaiting her response. She giggled shyly before stepping away.
"Um, sure, but I need to go take a shower. Save me a seat." She said as she headed for the door. When she was inches away from it she turned around. "You should too." And with that said she left the room.
"Later… I don't want to get up right now." Ness groaned as he slumped in his seat. After a minute or two the boys were engrossed on a conversation about who would win in the regionals this Friday.
"It is going to be us! No doubt!" Red alleged.
"Well half of the team doesn't even bother coming to practice sooo… we have very teensy opportunity to even score." Ness said as he rested down his head on the table. The other two nodded.
"And the ones that do come dribble like first graders… Heck! Kindergarteners!" Link snarled as he massaged his temples. They remained silent for a few moments letting reality sink painfully slow.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like it's better than yours! Damn righ-
"FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME STOP CHANGING MY DAMN RINGTONE!" A crossed Popo bellowed to his laughing friends.
"Hello?" He answered quite roughly.
"Preston? Hey it's me Jane!" A smooth and feminine voice spoke through the phone. The boy immediately became flushed. He pulled his phone away and stared at the screen. The word 'Her!' along with heart and kisses emojis appeared as the caller ID.
"H-hey Jane! W-Why are you calling? Hehe…" He faltered as he returned the phone to his ear.
"Do you know what was the homework assigned over the weekend? I kinda lost my note pad!" She spoke.
"Um, if you give me a s-sec I'll go look for mine and tell you, okay?" He said with an unusually squeaky voice.
"Okay." She said. With that, the brunette rushed out the dining room. His friends watched him rush out with unamused expressions on their faces.
"When will he understand she only recurs to him when she needs something?" Red voiced with a frown. The other boys shrugged. Their thoughts were interrupted with an 'Ahem'. They looked up to see Ike impatiently tapping his foot on the floor while holding a pad.
"Today's menu is either a Filet Mignon along with a salad and/or potato fricassee. The other plate is just plain pasta, Bolognese. Choose." He said in monotonous voice.
"Steak, I'll definitely have the steak. With the potato freak… fri…" Ness said as he licked his lips.
"Um, potatoes fricassee?" Ike asked his deadpan face still on, except for his raised brows.
"That thing." Ness nodded. Ike sighed as he scribbled down the order.
"I'll have the pasta." Link said as he looked up at Ike with a smile. The bluennette's lips twitched into a smile that lasted less than a second. He then ruffled the blonde's hair. Link then proceeded to slip his fingers through his hair and style it to its original position.
"Same Ness ordered." Red said as he slouched into his seat. Ike rolled his eyes and wrote down the orders before turning on his heel and walking speedily away from the huge table. The moment Ike passed through the door frame Nana entered the room. The gaze of the three boys fell on her. She was wearing a pair of shorts, black Converse, and a black tank top. She currently had a towel wrapped around her head.
"Hey…" She said as she sat down beside Red. He nodded at her. She nodded back. Nana then slowly removed the towel of her head, releasing a strawberry scent, which the guys gladly took in with a long breath. The remained silent for a few seconds, awkwardness so dense you could cut it with a knife.
"Soo… why don't we talk a lil bit about you, Naara?" Link asked as he rested his head on his hand. The brunette looked at the three pair of eyes staring at her.
"Uh…" I'm so smart aren't I? She internally face palmed before laughing nervously. She wasn't used to this kind of attention.
"Why don't you let us do the question? Okay." Ness said as he turned her body towards her. Unable to talk, she nodded. Ness smiled at her before stretching.
"Um well… What is you favorite color?" he asked, his brain too small to think of a more interesting question.
"I like earthy colors like brown, peach, beige… but the one I like the most is green."She said.
"Hey that's my favorite color too!" Link said as he smiled brightly at her. Nana smiled back.
"But I definitely hate pink. Makes me think of dumb blondes, and glitter, and what not." She added with a little frown on her face. The guys laughed at her little comment at the end.
"Okay… What kind of music do you like to listen too? Any fave artists?" Red asked.
"Well I'm into lots of genres; I don't have any favorites, although I do like electronic and classical music a lot. I could go on but hat take a long time." She answered as she looked around the room. Her gaze fell on Ike who was heading in her direction.
"Zelda told me to come back and take your goddamn order so hurry up and tell me what you want."He said in a spiteful tone as he drew out the menu and placed right in front of her face.
"Pasta?" She answered doubtfully as she cowered away from him. Ike grunted as he scribbled down the order. He was about to walk away when he bumped into someone, comically face planting the floor when he fell.
"WHAT THE- PRESTON! Watch where you are going goddammit!" He screamed as he stood up. He begun brushing the dust off with his sheens before glowering at Preston and walking away.
"Wait what about my…" He stop midsentence when the older boy entered the kitchen once again. "…My food… dammit." The brunette took no time in taking a seat beside his blonde friend.
"So, what were you talking 'bout?" he asked a he poured himself a glass of water. He eyed the rest of the members in the gigantic dinner table as he awaited the answer for his question. His glare burnt his friends as he glowered at them after a short time of no response.
"Ahem…" He cleared his throat trying to get their attention.
"Huh? Oh! That… Yeah we were asking your lil sis a few question-" Red began before being cut by a fist slamming against the mahogany table.
"Naara, whatever they tell you DO NOT play seven minutes in heaven with them!" He ordered her as he waved a finger near her face. She abruptly slapped it off before letting out an irritated sigh.
"Girls that play with me don't come out dissatisfied…" Link said as a wide Cheshire cat type of smile spread on his lips.
"Oh! Shut up and return to your home place in Whore Island already!" Popo spat. With that a heated argument began in between them. In the meantime, while stuck in the middle of what seemed a river of mild curses and ugly names, the brunette poked the boy beside her.
"Um… can I ask you a question?" She muttered as she fiddled with her thumbs, gaze on her lap. She felt his eyes shuffle across her body before he muttered a yes. "What did Link mean when he said girls who play with him Seven Minutes in Heaven don't come out dissatisfied?" Her words came out in a whisper as she leaned over closer to the other brunette. His brows frowned for a second before he let out a doubtful groan. He kept looking in between the aforementioned blonde the girl beside him.
"Well?" She asked as her brows rose.
"I guess he won't mind if I tell you… I mean, you were to find out eventually." Said the hazel eyed boy as he idly laughed. "Well… he kinda earned the rep for being a bit of a player." The brunette's coal colored eyes swept over to her left where the blonde sat with a grouchy look on his face.
"Has he… you know… done the deed?" She asked as she studied the blonde. He did have a certain appeal to him that made her want to do things that her mind often considers disgusting.
"Huh? No, I don't think so. He wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to tell us every five minutes. Trust me… he would already have a black eye by now if it were so. I have a short patience when it comes to him and his babbling and rants. Sometimes it feels like we share room with a girl." He said as he stretched. Nana kept staring at the blonde. Her eyes focused on the way his chest rose every time he breathed. How his golden locks swayed as he switched position. Or how he licked his lips and left a shining coat of saliva over them. The moment his black orbs met hers she felt her stomach do a back flip. Her eyes immediately looked the other way fast, but not fast enough to miss that sexy side smirk he did. Okay, I get why he can keep up the player façade! Brunch went on with little chit chat. It was quite peaceful, except for the occasional food being tossed across the table. As they all made line to throw the trash away and set the dishes on the sink a hand grabs the twins' and pull them out the line and out the room.
"What the- HEY!" The boy shouts as he looks the older girl in the eyes. His twin doesn't take long before doing the same.
"Hey, Zelda, I've got duty you know? I don't have a boyfriend to take care of mine like you do!" Sassed the girl.
"Shut up, will ya? I need to tell you something!" The blue eyed brunette urged. Her head turned right and then left, as if checking for eavesdroppers. She then brought the twins together before coming close to their faces.
"Um… Zel-" Began the boy.
"Hush… let me speak."
"But-"
"SHHHHH! Let me talk okay?! Now… I have a secret for you. But only if you are willing to help me. Are you?" She whispered. This kept the twins quiet for second, as they analyzed her request.
"Fine, I'm in." Popo said as he scratched the back of his neck, doubt still evident in his eyes. The azure orbs then move over the shorter twin. Her eyes asked the question over again.
"But my duty…" Nana begun. She stopped when she saw the famous puppy eyes Of Zelda. It is said no man or woman can resist them. Her blue eyes pleaded for her help.
"Important announcement, I repeat, important announcement. Everybody report to the auditorium immediately." A voice could be heard through the speaker. Nana looked around before returning her gaze to Zelda.
"But-" The brunette objected, only making The Puppy Eyes worse. She let out a sighed before accepting, like her brother, a bit unsure as to why they were needed.
"Let's go then. Follow me." The senior said as she began walking. The two twins exchanged looks before walking after the older girl.
"God, that pasta was amazing!" Link commented as he rubbed his stuffed belly. His friends walking alongside him nodded as they copied his gesture. Lucas came out the kitchen with a bit of sauce on his lips.
"Hey guys." He greeted before licking the sauce off and smiling. They nodded in response. They all soon were heading onto their bedroom when they heard static coming out the old speakers. A bemused expression flashed across their faces as they stood still in the middle of the hallway as well as others who had heard it as well. Ness prodded Lucas before leaning in a bit closer to his friend.
"When was the last time MH used those?"He asked. Lucas seemed to be deep in thought as his eyes moved in frenzy, not laying them down on a sole object.
"When the 2008 earthquake occurred… this must mean this will be important."He said. Both their heads snapped back up to the speakers when they heard a hoarse voice through the object.
"Important announcement, I repeat, important announcement. Everybody report to the auditorium immediately." The voice said before the transmission was cut. They eyed each other for a moment.
"We have an auditorium?"Red asked as he scratched the back of his head. The others shrugged. A group of the older inhabitants of the house scurried past them through the back doors under the double staircase. Not wasting a minute, the younger smashers followed suit. The ground seemed to be walking towards an unknown part of the gigantic terrain the mansion occupied. They didn't get lost due to very old stone path covered mostly by grass and moss. The forest began to swallow the two groups soon letting little sunlight in through the breaches on the top. After a minute or two they came across an arch made with intertwined branches covered with parasites and vines. A petrichor smell invaded their noses as they neared the eight feet tall arch. As they crossed the arch they came across an extensive field in which stood solely a tall building with glass doors and columns on the entrance. They had decided to paint it a soft orangey red tone, as to the columns, they were a light green color. The older group seemed familiar with this scenery, since they began commenting about the plays and skits they did here. Without wasting any more time, they crossed the tainted glass doors and left the youngsters behind.
"Um… Let's go?" Lucas said doubtfully as he halfheartedly pumped his fist in the air. They soon began walking up the set of stairs that led into the auditorium. As they pushed the doors open, a lobby with granite counters at the end of the room greeted them. The floor had a brown floral pattern chiseled onto it. Near the center of the room stood a strange symbol; a circle. But it wasn't any kind of plain circle, but one crossed by two parallel lines, both near the edge of it. They admired it for a second before looking further around. The walls were painted a soft shade of beige. To left their left was a stairway leading who-knows-where since it was secured by bars and velvet veiled chains. Then, on the other side of the room stood a large opening in the wall where beyond it, the floor was carpeted by a red rug. The walls were covered by wood with intervals of an inch. The dim yellow light gave it a homely feeling to it. They walked into the room, which happened to be a short hallway with doors on either side of it. The young teens decided to go left and pushed that door open. What they saw made their jaw drop. The auditorium was huge with over five hundred red seats. The other group already had sat on the E row. They decided for the P row instead. The lights suddenly dimmed leaving a sole spotlight pointing towards a pod in the middle of the stage. Heavy footsteps announced the arrival of someone. This someone sported a grayish mane and a grey suit. His grey eyes surveyed the room quickly before clearing his throat.
"Hello guys… I bet you are wondering why I summoned you all here. The reason is to be explained throughout the course of this… speech. Now, I will pass list to see if everyone is here." MH said though the microphone. The teens eyed each other for a second.
"Guys, where is Zelda?" Samus asked a few moments of silence.
They were currently following a tall brunette through a limestone path that led to aaan unknown location. Her head occasionally whipped to either side of hers and inspected their surroundings. The twins glanced around, bit confused as to where they currently were heading to. After a few minutes of walking they came upon the steps of a tall two story cottage. Zelda walked her way up without skipping a heartbeat, unlike the twins, who doubtfully scrutinized what was before them. The older teen turned around waiting for them.
"So?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest. The twins stared at each other before climbing up beside the older teen. Her arm stretched towards the door. Her fingers gracing the cold metal-
"Wasn't this the cottage MH said we weren't allowed near of when we first met him?" The boy said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Zelda paused for a moment before turning the knob. Locked.
"Dang it…"She muttered under her breath. Preston looked around until he laid eyes on the left window beside the door. He slowly trudged to it before trying and lifting it. It opened easily without requiring much effort.
"You're a genius!" Zelda cheered as she ran towards the window. Carefully slipping a leg in at a time while pulling down on her skirt, she entered the cottage.
"Come on in!" She urged them. Preston was about to slip his right leg when his sister pulled him away. She had a scowl on her face.
"What?" He asked, his tone a bit annoyed. Her glare intensified as she crossed her arms. Her brother lifted his arms smiled.
"Don't go in! We are not allowed here! What if we get in trouble?" She questioned as she pulled him away from the window. He swatted her hands away from him and sighed.
"It is Zelda. Would she ever make us do something that'd get us in trouble?" He asked as he flicked his head towards the brunette inside. Nana bit her lower lip and fiddled with her thumbs as she thought about an answer.
"See? Now, don't worry! And if we do get in trouble, I'll take the blame for you." He said as he slipped himself into the cottage. He then turned around and extended an arm reaching for his sister's hand. She doubtfully took it and climbed into the cottage. They're eyes began to wander around, admiring every painting, vase, furniture, and embalmed animal in the room. The sound of a broom falling to the ground made them snap their heads in its direction. They came across Zelda on her knees, left ear on the metal door of a safe while she shuffled with the gear, trying to open. After a second of two, the safe clicked open, to the twins amazement.
"It is disturbing that she knows how to open a safe…" Preston murmured to his sister. Zelda pulled out the objects inside the safe and carefully laid them down on the rug.
"Zelda, what are you doing?" Nana asked as she took a step closer to the brunette. She sighed and turned around, her eyes shifting on either twin.
"If I tell you something… will you promise not to tell anybody?" She asked as she clapped her hands together, her expectant eyes still shifting. The twins nodded simultaneously. She took in a deep breath before closing her eyes.
"Earlier today, I had just arrived home when I saw MH exit the mansion through the double doors under the double staircase. Something inside me told to follow him, so I did. I followed him here where he pulled out a rock, or so I thought it was, and whispered something to it and it lit up and a voice came out of it and they held a conversation and the voice asked him if he had told us yet and he said no but then said he would summon us to auditorium where he would tell us but then said we wouldn't believe him so the rock said 'take them there' and then he mentioned something about a wolf and did you know his initials stand for Master Hand?" She blurted out. The twins looked at each other using their peripheral vision before turning on their heel and heading towards the window.
"You were right, Nana. We shouldn't have come here…" He whispered. Zelda immediately searched through the objects looking for the 'rock' she had mentioned earlier.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! I found it! Wait!" She cried out behind them. They spun around and glared at her, before looking at the object on her hands.
"OH HEY THERE MR. ROCK! HOW ARE YOU! I'M PRESTON? HOW ABOUT YOU?" He mocked before returning to his original disapproving glare.
"Let me show you! Please! I brought you here because I thought you were the most patient and open minded persons in that mansion! Don't make me think otherwise!" She pleaded. Their glares softened into a bored expression. Nana headed towards a sofa where she dropped down and crossed her arms. Preston sat beside her.
"Hurry up; we are already ten minutes late to that meeting in the auditorium!" Preston cried as he took a look at is watch. Zelda nodded eagerly before looking down at the rock. Just how the hell do I make this glow and talk? She thought. Her eyes inspected the rock before clearing her throat.
"Um… Alacazam? Presto? Uh… open sesame?" She mouthed loudly at the rock. Preston glanced at his watch before sighing.
"Done?" He asked as he cracked his neck.
"No." Zelda growled at him. Both twins sighed. Zelda remained still trying to remember what the words MH had said sounded like. I remember me saying they sounded like Klingon… now what language that I know sounds like Klingon? Italian? No. Russian? Perhaps, but I don't think so. What? What is it? She thought. The twins were now impatient. They stood up and headed again towards the window.
"Wait! I got it!" Zelda called out after them. They sighed and returned to the couch where the plopped down again. They looked at Zelda for a second before inspecting the room. Again.
"Ugh! Can't you just tell them later on and finish this thing already?!" An exasperated Ike shouted towards the man on the podium. MH glared at the teen before mouthing a 'no' for the umpteenth time.
"But, MH, it has been twenty minutes already and they havent showed up! And you still won't let us go and look for them!" Lucas whined from his seat.
"I don't want anymore of you getting lost. We will wait and that's it!" He roared through the microphone. This shut the teens, but who knows for long it was going to keep them quiet.
"That's it! I'm leaving!" Preston growled after ten minutes of Zelda babbling in who knows what language. Nana seconded that idea before standing up and marching after his brother.
"No wait!" The brunette called after them. The girl started climbing out the window when she glared at Zelda and rolled her eyes at her.
Ugh! Zelda! Think! You did not take Latin in vane this year! She mentally scolded herself. She glanced at rock as she summoned words to her mouth as she tried to activate the crystal. Maybe it is a phrase… She pondered. Her brain suddenly came up with a sole phrase that seemed to fit this current situation.
"Ego vocare te…" She whispered as she neared her mouth to the stone. After that a bright beam of light erupted out of the now crystal. A female voice answered.
"Hello? Master Hand? Is that you?" The voice asked. This made the twins stop dead on their tracks. Their heads snapped towards Zelda, who had an amazed expression on her face. Preston, who was halfway out, jumped back in with his sister following suit, and made his way toward Zelda. The crystal kept asking questions of all kind, until it shut off, just like a phone. The beautiful cyan glare died out rapidly and left the crystal again in its rock form. Zelda smiled up at the bemused twins who had their jaws opened wide. She then proudly placed everything back into place. The twins still remained still in their positions. Zelda patted them on the shoulder before heading for the window.
"You were right… THAT ROCK COULD TALK!" Preston said in a crescendo. Zelda nodded. Nana, reacted a bit more normal.
"What are we gonna do about it?" She asked the older brunette. This made her smile vanish and gain an unsure expression instead. She shrugged in response. The younger twin face palmed.
"Then why did you bring us here?" She inquired, hand still on her face. Zelda shrugged again.
"I needed to tell someone about this?" She further replied.
"OH I KNOW WHAT WE WILL DO! WE WILL GO TO THAT FREAKING AUDITORIUM AND ASK THAT SON OF A BATCH OF COOKIES WHY THE HELL HE KEEPS A FREAKING TALKING ROCK ON A SAFE ON HIS PRIVATE COTTAGE! THAT'S WHAT WE ARE DOING!" Preston shouted as he walked towards the window with his index finger up in the air where he kept wiggling it. He then climbed out the window and continued to shout senseless gibberish. Zelda and Nana stared at each other before running out the cottage after him.
"I'm out." Ness said as he stood up, with his hands up the air. He dropped them on either side of him and proceeded to walk through the row until the end of it.
"Ness, sit down." MH demanded. The teen turned around with a rage-filled face and pointed at the doors of the auditorium.
"Unless they come in bursting RIGHT NOW, I AM LEAVING!" He shouted. On that precise moment a silhouette kicked the doors open only to have them slamming against his face. The doors reopened, but now more gently, and showed Zelda and Nana pulling a bleeding Preston up. He pushed them aside and proceeded to march down the stairs on the side of the seats. He stopped beside row D and glared up at the podium.
"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A TALKING ROCK ON YOUR COTTAGE?!" The teen shouted. MH face contorted into one of fear before it morphed into one of anger.
"Why were you on my cottage?" He tried to drop the other subject. Preston shook his head feverishly.
"Nah-ah sir! You answer my question NOW!" He demanded. The angry face on MH disappeared and turned into one of serenity.
"Sit down, and I'll explain everything." He ordered as he pointed at the teens friends up on the P row. They signaled him to come over with their hands. He shifted his head in between the two options before sighing and stomping his way up to his friends.
"Thank you. Now before I commence I demand COMPLETE silence. No speaking from either of you until the end. Capito?" He said through the microphone as he stared expectantly at the crowd. A few reluctant nods were seen around the rows. The old man cleared his throat.
"Um, well, Hello to every each one of you and welcome to our first presentation held in the auditorium. I would like to warn you all ahead of time, everything discussed right here and right now won't be comment outside our circle of people present here. And another warning, some of the content further explained in here may not be… easy to take for some of you. So, take it easy." He began. The heads of the teens in the room swiveled around to glance at each other and murmur questions. "Without further ado, here I will reveal the real reason as to why you are here." He spoke shakily through the microphone. This sentence caused everybody to freeze instantly, some in fear, others in doubt. Pit raised his hand. MH looked at him for a second before sighing and nodding in his direction.
"Well… aren't we exchange students that are staying at your mansion? You know? The Helping Hands foundation you created for the education and the internationalization of the young? Or the EIOY foundation?" He asked; fear lacing every word he spoke. MH stood still for a second.
"Yes and no. Yes, you are exchange students staying at my mansion but no, that's not the only reason you are here." He answered slowly. Pit nodded as he sank further into his seat. MH cleared his throat before awkwardly staring back at the rest, who know looked terrified.
"I know you well enough to figure out what you are thinking. This has nothing to do with sex, slavery, selling, torturing you or anything else along those lines." He said in a frustrated tone. Their faces seemed to have relaxed a bit after hearing this. "Now, please, wait until the end to ask anymore questions." He ordered at the nodding crowd.
"I will continue. I please beg you to keep your mouth shut and your minds open when I'm telling you what I am about to say. Thank you." He said, a pleading tone to it. Everyone in the room nodded slowly not fully understanding what he meant. MH then proceeded to look down at his notes. Beads of sweat were now flowing out his pores as he kept glancing at the expectant crowd. He mouthed a few words of self reassurance before he stood fully straight.
"The following content is fully real. Please put all religion or beliefs aside for a few minutes as I tell you this." His eyes looking at each and one of them. "You… you guys… uhh… youuu…" He tried starting earning a few bemused looks. He sighed a shakily before throwing the notes he was trying to read behind him. He leaned on the podium, resting his head on his right hand.
"Let me put it this way. You are not what you think you are. I understand why you have those expressions, but please don't mouth you're opinion. Your face says it all. Returning to what matters… I need to tell you something. You guys have what I like to call special abilities." He began. A hand rose up in the crowd.
"Ugh… fine. Falcon." He said.
"Like? What special abilities you talking 'bout?" He slurred, kind of annoyed.
"Hell, why even try to hide it now." MH murmured to himself. "What I mean by that is, for example, being able to lift really heaving things using either your own body or your mind. Or being able to move faster than a shoalin monk. Or being able to shoot either of the four or five elements out your hands. Stuff like that." He blurted out. The eyes of the crowd held a whole lot of disbelief.
"Bullshit." Called out Link.
"Now, now. I'm not finished." He scolded the teen. He then looked around to either see them holding in a laugh or looking more confused than when they take their math mid-terms. He sighed, a bit angry at himself for not being clear. "Look, guys, what I'm trying to tell you is that… Long ago, when the people on the earth had become a little more civilized and began to communicate by words and not growls, there was a small town on the oriental side of the world, where crime first erupted. It started with petty stuff, like shoplifting and public disruptions. But it continued to grow, until it turned into more important matters, like murders and kidnappings. The people prayed to the gods to do something about this. Worried, Sefora the goddess in charge of the earth, the one of the many rulers of the Gods' World, which has received many names like the Olimpus and more, decided to call a meeting and summon every god on this universe. They all came, including the one that was in charge of the underworld. Sefora, alas, the talking rock, suggested a legion of angels to come and swipe all criminals into the sea so that they would drown. But being the sneaky bastard he was, Nequoir god of the underworld, suggested something else. He said destroying all the delinquents wouldn't take the evil they had left behind. He said more would come, and oh, how right he was. He then came up with the idea to send a group of not angels, but beings from different worlds that would unite as one whole group and take care of what was happening on the Earth. Many gods thought it wasn't a wise choice to bring inhabitants from other worlds and set them free on a new one without supervision. This is when Nequoir interjected again and suggested he would create a guide and supervisor of the group of inhabitants. He said Sefora was to busy to do one herself. Again, the gods said this was not the right choice to make, but were all hushed by Sefora. She pondered the suggestion and accepted it but with one condition. She would get to decide whether the keeper of the group would be fit to be their custodian. With this said, many gods left the room, not satisfied with what the goddess had decided. Only a few remained, nineteen to be exact. They agreed on letting an inhabitant of the worlds they looked after come and help, or give a human a special ability so that it could help at the Earth. Sefora nodded and searched upon the land humans worthy of carrying such a special power with them. She chose twenty five. "He said. Immediately they all began counting each other finding out that the number wasn't correct. "Those twenty five were bestowed with a unique power of their own which they would use to obliterate the evil from the Earth. Upon them, the humans receiving their powers, the beings from the other world came to join them and formed an elite group which they decided to name The Rangers. These so called heroes vowed to only use their powers under the goddess's behest. With this, Nequoir began working on the custodian of the Rangers. He decided to use his best weapon, his hand with which he casted a stockpile of spells with, as a model. This is where Senior Hand was born. A pure-soul, majestic, and powerful creature in the form of an appendage was brought upon the goddess. She thought of it fit to take charge of the Rangers. With all this set, they were all placed down upon the green lands of the Earth. They brought fear upon the jailbirds and respect upon the innocent. Once all evil was thought to have been annihilated Nequoir came up from the eternal darkness, heart filled with spite and hatred and jealously for the other gods, and summoned Senior Hand. The pour creature came to his call oblivious to what would happen later. Once the loyal servant was at arm length of him, Nequoir casted a spell responsible of taking what's pure and good on ones soul. All the righteousness was gutted out the pour creature leaving back the carcass in what now remained the evil side we all have, weaving its way through the now doomed soul of Senior Hand, taking control of it. With this done, Nequoir ordered his servant to go on and do the same to the Rangers. After this, the hand became responsible of dooming forty six souls and turning them to the evil side. With the most powerful weapon known to mankind, Nequoir commanded his personal army of rangers to go on and take the land in his name. Manslaughter was what followed after that. The ones that were once praised by the folk were now cursed at by few remaining slaves. Horrified by what Nequoir had done to her world, Sefora called to her sibling Zircon for help. He wasn't of help, as he didn't know what to do either. Sefora looked down at her world being corrupted by the selfish desires of the heart of a god. She hopelessly looked down at the agony the people were going through as she couldn't enter the mortals' world. That's when she saw it; forty seven golden souls wandering around, walking peacefully with a smile on their faces even though the body count just kept rising right before their eyes. These were the innocent and pure side of the once Rangers who now sported the name The Darks. Without wasting any time, she summoned those souls up to here abode, where she forged a new pack of heroes that carried the name Guardians. But these couldn't be tainted with dark magic, because they carried a special seal with them. The fuel that fed their powers and made them even more powerful if needed. The Golden Power was the name of the seal that flowed through their veins like blood. She then created their custodian which went by the name of Master Hand." His narration was cut short by a sharp gasped from a person in the crowd.
"MH… does that mean you…" Zelda spoke softly as she stood slowly, eyes wide in disbelief and amazement.
"Don't tell me you believe this crap?" Ike grunted her way. The brunette glared at him causing the bluenette to scowl back.
"Enough, comments at the end!" MH's hoarse voice roared through the speakers. Their little quarrel was cut. They all returned to their respective seats. MH glares softened before he cleared his throat.
"She then sent them down to take care of their evil being. The fight didn't take long to begin. It began as soon as the Guardians set foot on the ground. Conquering the fight wasn't hard for the them, since they carried the Golden Power with them. Standing near the edge of defeat the Darks retrieved back to the under world along with Senior Hand. The Guardians joyously celebrated their victory. With the thought of victory still fresh in their minds they went on a bash that lasted a week. At a quarter past twelve a turbulent shaking engulfed the entire earth on the seventh day causing it to rupture. Forty six shadows crept out this gigantic crease wielding weapons of all kind. The Darks were back again, but this time they had seal too. The Shadow Force surged through their veins as a gift they had gotten from Nequoir. Now being equal, another fight began. But this one didn't last a few hours like the last. It lasted exactly three days. The Guardians ended victorious. When their evil side dropped dead on the floor, its soul crept into their body and united as a whole once again. The only thing left behind was dead matter, obsolete bones and flesh left there to rot. The Guardians were honored, praised, award, and whatnot. Their names were engraved on buildings. Kids were named after them. But joys like that couldn't last too long. Sefora then discovered a flaw on her seal. It was just too powerful for a mortal body to handle. The seal gave power, but took some years with it. No Guardian lived past their eighty winters. They all fell into an eternal slumber. The seal too, had another flaw. Magic like that couldn't just be wiped away if a god a wished. It was destined to last until its source was destroyed. This meant that the Guardians would still be here, as well as the Darks, until both gods were destroyed for ever. But that was impossible. Not, even if they tried, the gods could not kill themselves or another god since they were immortal. And so, the ritual began. The seal was passed by bloodline till the next Guardian was born. But the seal Nequoir and Sefora had made split the soul of a Dark or Guardian into two again. Leaving again an evil side and a righteous side. Each side parted off into the bloodline the last Guardian or Dark had left behind, and if there was none they shared it with another one of their kind. But there were two souls spared from this. They remained in the same body and were to live forever as they were the custodians of the groups. Senior and Master Hand never died. They just remained alone in the world disguised as humans waiting for the next generation of Guardians and Darks to be born and brought to them. After the one hundredth anniversary of the death of a Guardian or Dark, another one coming from its bloodline was born. And so on, wars raged, becoming less and less public as the people thought the weird creatures were demons and they had the thought of hunting them down and burning them or even studying them. It came to a point were the legacy of the Guardians and Darks was lost to never be found again by any human. And this constant war still continues with you being the newest generation of… Guardians." MH, or now, Master Hand said in the speaker. He eyed expectantly the group of teenagers that sat before him, all looking more puzzled than ever.
"Okaaay… I can't be the only one thinking this is a whole lotta baloney." Mario said as he looked at his friends, who nodded in response. Actually, everybody did. Master Hand face palmed as he tried to keep his cool.
"I'm not lying, you guys…" He murmured through the mic. Suddenly the room became dead silent. After a few seconds laughter erupted from each and every single one of the ones present in the room, except for Master Hand. He waited a minute for the laughter to abate but seeing it was not happening any time soon, he cleared his throat loudly on the mic. The audience stared back at him, eyes filled with tears from all the laughing they had just experienced.
"Don't believe me? Okay. Fine… I'll show it to you not utilizing the ears but the eyes." He said, an angry touch to his tone. The room went dead silent again, only this time from fear. Master Hand leaned closer to the microphone and smiled.
"Pack your stuff. We are leaving on a little cultural trip!" He cheered through the microphone.
Heheh! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Believe it or not, it can take up an hour to be revised -.-'. So uh yeah, I'm going to keep editing this stupidly bad story and turn it into something decent. Thank you all for reading!