Me: Now to apologize! Because I wanna do this contest, I'm pretty sure I'll be pretty focused on this story until I finish it, so… Yeah… Anyway, I promised hilarity and hilarity you shall have! Hopefully!
Ike: Draconis Kitten Sweetie doesn't own SSBB, or Pokémon for that matter.
Me: You're one to talk, you don't even own that body!
Ike: *pouting*
Luke: Oh, by the way, you may need a decent knowledge of Pokémon to fully understand this chapter…
*SSBB*
"IKE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Marth screams, hiding behind a box before Chikorita can Razor Leaf his head off.
"WHY AREN'T THEY DISAPPEARING?" Ike asks hysterically in return, a herd of Pokémon running from the room to freedom in a frenzy.
"They only do that in Brawls you idiot!" Marth snaps in response. The Chikorita leaves with the herd of Pokémon, leaving Ike, Marth, and Torchic nestling in Ike's lap as she thinks its Marth. And a school of Goldeen flopping uselessly on the floor of course.
"What?" Ike asks in distress. "I released like, half of them!"
"No duh," Marth growls, looking to the Latios and Latias shaped holes in the wall. "If you had just LISTENED TO ME we wouldn't have to go catch them all." He snaps, then looks to the pile of empty Poké Balls. "How many do we have to catch anyways?"
Ike does a quick count, almost not wanting to say. "Like… 33…" Ike says sheepishly. Marth gives an aggravated sigh.
"You're an idiot," The overly annoyed prince growls.
"Oh come on, it's not like I meant to!" Ike whines. "How are we supposed to get them all back?"
"I say we carry around a box of the empty ones and try returning them until they're all in," Marth responds. "Like this." Marth sends out a Pokémon at random, and a Gardevoir comes out. She looks at her surroundings, then at the boys, and runs to Ike in Marth's body, sitting beside him leaning against his side happily.
"Uhm… Does it think I'm you…?" Ike asks in awkwardness.
"No, she hates me, she must know it's you," Marth responds. Torchic and Gardevoir talk for a moment, then the Fire type hops off Ike and runs to Marth, having been told she was with the wrong swordsman.
"Oh, uhm… Can you return her…?" Ike asks about Gardevoir awkwardly. Marth laughs and does so, the psychic type disappearing in the red beam with a scowl. Marth carries the Torchic to the pile of Poké Balls and shifts through them, trying a few before the Chick Pokémon finally disappears.
"One down," Marth says with a smirk at Ike's glare. "Thirty-two more to go."
*SSBB*
"RETURN IT! RETURN IT!" Marth yells, running for dear life from a sadistic Piplup.
"I'm trying! I'm trying!" Ike yelps in return.
"YOU'RE SO FREAKING SLO-" Marth yells as Piplup catches up with him and starts surfing all over him and sending him down the hallway. Ike ignores the comment and tries another Poké Ball, finally getting the Penguin Pokémon in its ball.
"Ow…" Marth groans from a twisted heap on the floor.
"Well, counting the Piplup and those Goldeen and Bonsly, we have… 25 left!" Ike concludes, helping the prince up.
"You're too slow," Marth growls, irritated from the Piplup attack.
"You sound like Sonic," Ike retorts without missing a beat. The argument is about to continue, when a giant explosion and a scream come from nearby.
"Electrode?" Ike asks Marth with an arched eyebrow.
"Electrode," Marth concludes, running in the direction of the scream. The Fire Emblem men arrive on the scene, a passed out Electrode in the middle of a smoking hole in the wall.
"DON'T YOU DARE COME IN!" Peach screams from somewhere in her room. "SOMETHING JUST BLASTED A HOLE IN MY WALL! AND I'M FREAKING SHOWERING!"
"Don't worry, we won't come in," Marth promises quickly, Ike gagging at the thought. After shifting through the giant pile, Ike finally returns the electric type, which leaves twenty four more to go.
The two swordsmen leave, wandering the hallways in search of loose Pokémon. About ten minutes of searching pass before another explosion goes off.
The two share a look before running off in the general direction, and coming upon not an Electrode, but a grinning Meowth with Link's bomb satchel.
"Come on, give them back you stupid cat!" Link spits. The Scratch Cat frowns at him, looking in his bag again and pulling out another bomb. Another Meowth, pokes it's head out of the satchel with a bomb in it's mouth, looking to the three swordsmen sneaking up on them.
"Meowth!" The one in the bag meows in surprise, dropping the bomb, which luckily doesn't explode on impact. The two dart off in the other direction.
Link and Marth don't manage to catch up, though Ike manages to chase after them with about three balls. Ike tries the first one on them, which fails both times, tossing it over his shoulder. The Meowth seem to notice their being followed, swerving and running off before Ike can try the other two.
"Dang it…" Ike grumbles to himself as he goes back to Link and Marth.
"Nice try, Ike," Link says with a shrug. Ike and Marth exchange looks, then look to the Hero of Time.
"You knew it was me…?" Ike asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know my friends well enough to know when they're not themselves! I watched the match, I figured Manaphy just didn't switch you back," Link says with a grin. Ike and Marth look amazed, until Link laughs. "Okay, so Zelda told me." Marth sighs and Ike laughs at Link.
"What's with all the Pokémon everywhere?" Link asks, leaning against a wall with his legs crossed at the knee.
"Manaphy search. We wanna get back to normal," Ike says with a sigh, pushing hair out of his face. Link nods, then looks to the front yard.
"Well if you're searching for Pokémon, I'm pretty sure Pikachu is playing with one outside. Last I saw him; he was with one of those cat things."
Ike and Marth nod and thank him, going into the front yard.
In the giant field in front of the mansion, are scattered creatures everywhere. Pikachu and Luke are trying to contain them, Jigglypuff having lulled quite a few to sleep.
"Yes!" Ike shouts happily, fist-pumping. Luke notices him, and runs over to the two swordsmen, leaving Squirtle, Ivysaur, and Charizard to keep containing the Pokémon with Pikachu.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" Luke asks hopefully the second he gets there.
"We needed to find Manaphy, but Ike released a billion different Pokémon at once, so we have to hunt them down first," Marth explains. Ike looks a bit sheepish.
Luke looks up at Marth in utter confusion. "Did… Did you just refer to yourself in the third person…? Or am I missing something…?" He asks Marth.
It's Marth's turn to look a bit sheepish. "Oh, yeah, Manaphy switched us, but didn't switch us back." Luke looks like every question he had disappeared at that.
"That explains a lot…"
After the quick conversation, Luke, Ike, and Marth carry the boxes to the edges of the group of Pokémon, getting out the red and white spheres and returning as many as possible.
"Okay… two Meowth, a Piplup and Munchlax, the other Electrode, a Wobbuffet, Entei, three Bellossom, and two Chikorita. How many more do you need?" Luke asks.
Marth does a quick count, grinning happily. "Only thirteen more to go!" He and Ike fist-pump again, then screaming sounds from in Smash Mansion again. Marth and Ike exchange looks, and Luke sighs. The three of them grab the considerably heavier box and bolt for the door.
When they enter the large, three story mansion, they travel down a hallway to the left of them, stumbling upon a battle scene at hand. Peach and Sheik are encircled, two rather sadistic Weavile having the time of their lives trying to shred them.
"You stupid cat, weasel things! Go away!" Sheik snaps, sending a barrage of needles at them. They easily evade, one of them dashing in and slashing Peach across the legs in a blur.
Said princess shrieks in fright, then notices the long tear in her dress, nearly up to her underwear. This seems to light a fuse, and a moment later, she's got a golf club out.
"Peach!" Luke yelps in shock. "Don't hurt her!" His words go unheeded, and the princess smacks an oncoming Weavile with a nearly fully-charged smash attack, the golf club making a worrying 'THUD' as it sends the poor Sharp Claw Pokémon flying. Luke yelps and runs to the Weavile, having gotten her Poké Ball and returning her.
"I'm going to go get her healed!" Luke yells over his shoulder as he runs for the infirmary with the Weavile.
Marth manages get the other Weavile in a ball before it can get the same treatment, putting it in the box. Marth seems to get an idea, taking the empty balls out and finding he can shrink them.
"Ooh, look at that," Marth says with a grin. "Luke never taught me that trick," he says as he stuffs them in his pocket. Ike rolls his eyes, making a noise of annoyance as a Meowth lands on his head.
"What the?" Ike growls, flailing around. Marth blinks, totally confused, then laughing hysterically as the Meowth climbs all over Ike's head. Ike pries the Scratch Cat off, glaring at Marth.
"What are you laughing at? He scratched *your* tiara you know!" Ike snaps. Marth stops his hysteric laughter, straightening from being doubles over and goes over to Ike, plucking the tiara off his head to examine it. Ike snickers as he checks it over, though doesn't comment, holding the Meowth by the scruff as he finds its ball and returns it.
"Nope, not scratched," Marth says with a grin. He goes to put it on his head, realizing half-way it doesn't belong there, and awkwardly holds it out to Ike.
"You're such a girl," Ike says with a snort, "and an idiotic one at that if you think I'm putting that on." Marth frowns, about to argue, but instead grins evilly.
"Fine. *I'll* put it on," Marth says. Ike arches an eyebrow, not realizing why that's a bad idea until Marth actually has it on.
"Wait, what, NO! Take it off!" Ike yelps, jumping to try to get it off his head. Marth laughs, easily evading him.
"Only if you agree to put it back on!" Marth counters with his ever so evil grin.
"No! I'm not putting a tiara on!" Ike snarls back. Ganondorf rounds the corner, wandering around aimlessly and following the voices. All movement stops as he stares down Marth and Ike, who are staring right back.
"… Ike in a tiara. Never letting you live that down," Ganondorf finally says, grinning wickedly.
"I didn't plan that, but okay!" Marth says with a grin as Ike tries and fails to explain, finally just snatching the tiara back and putting it on his head.
"I hate you," Ike snarls unhappily. "I feel so un-manly putting this thing on."
"Good to know. Because you looked so manly, fighting that little kitty on your face," Marth counters.
"Shut up and let's find the freaking Pokémon already."
*SSBB*
"Got it! Awesome, just three more!" Marth yells happily, counting the three empty balls still in his pocket.
Ike nods, doing a relapse. "With those two Bonsly, the Metagross Ganondorf was harassing, the Gardevoir that was stalking Toon Link, that Meowth in the gutter, the Chikorita that tried cutting off your head, and the Togepi that was freezing and burning Zelda at the same time, that leaves just three more crazies to capture," Ike finishes. "Hopefully it's not something too violent, or fast."
Marth nods, agreeing whole-heartedly. Of course, the universe hears and hates them, so Suicune comes dashing through the kitchen at top speed a moment later, just the wind in its wake knocking them on their butts.
Neither says anything, then groan simultaneously and flop on their backs.
"Crap."
"Totally."
*SSBB*
"Maybe we could get one of the Weavile to try and catch it…" Ike grumbles as they walk down the hall, hoping to find a clue as to where Suicune went.
"Yeah, because a sadistic PMD is a wonderful idea," Marth replies sarcastically.
"PMD?" Ike asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Pokémon of Mass Destruction," Marth replies.
"…"
"CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNE!" A familiar voice shouts. The Legendary Dog stumbles into view, a familiar yellow mouse chomped down on its leg. Suicune kicks, trying to dislodge Pikachu, which only serves to get a thunderbolt sent down it's body, sending the poor thing to its knees, static electricity encircling it, indicating paralysis.
"Gah! Return it!" Ike gets out, running to go secure it. Marth quickly returns it, and Luke runs into view, panting.
"Th-Thanks… Pika… Chu…" He gets out, trying to get back oxygen.
"Pi Pika!" Pikachu chirps happily, trotting away.
"Dude, Luke, what was that?" Ike asks, helping the trainer to stand.
"Pikachu… And I… Set out… To help you… Catch all the… Pokémon…" He answers.
"Thanks, I thought we'd never catch that speed demon of a Suicune," Marth says in reply, coming to Luke's side.
Luke nods, taking Suicune's ball from him. "I'm going... To go… Heal her…" Luke says as a good-bye, trotting off as he regains his breath.
"Just two more," Ike says with a grin. Marth nods, then looks over his shoulder.
"Lets go put the box of captured Pokémon back, I'm tired of lugging it around." Ike nods, and the two go back to where this fiasco started.
*SSBB*
After putting the box back, Marth looks around the room. "Do you have any clue what the last two are?"
Ike shakes his head, then catches sight of the familiar looking holes in the wall. "Did we catch a Latias and Latios by any chance?"
Marth shakes his head slowly, now both looking to the legendary shaped holes in the wall.
"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
*SSBB*
"How in the world are we supposed to find those two speed demons?" Ike asks with a groan as they wander the hallways again.
"Finding is one thing," Marth grumbles in response, "capturing is another."
The two continue their grumbling to themselves, randomly spinning off ideas when they think of one.
"We could see if Luke has any idea how to find them…" Ike suggests, for about the fifth time.
Marth sighs, not even going to point out how many times that's been said, but finally just consenting to it. "I guess; we have no better ideas."
The two proceed to hunt down Luke, finding him leaving the infirmary with a Poké Ball in his hands.
"Luke!" Marth calls from a ways away, "Over here!" Luke looks up, clips the ball to his belt, and runs to Marth and Ike, looking between them.
"Yeah?"
"We need help finding Latias and Latios," Ike explains in an answer to Luke's questioning 'yeah'.
Luke arches an eyebrow, then sighs. "Honestly, out of all the Pokémon, you had to pick the two that could turn invisible."
Marth and Ike's expressions are hilarious. Their eyes widen, and their jaws drop, both letting their shoulders slump and all three things happening in unison with each other.
Luke once more raises an eyebrow at their hilarious faces. "What, you didn't know they could turn invisible?"
"NO!" They cry at once, looking like they may die.
"Master Hand is going to kill us for letting those guys run rampant, and the fact that we can't catch two of them due to their friggin' invisibility!" Ike yelps in hysterics.
Luke, surprised by the sudden panic, almost doesn't reply. "Dude! Calm down! Just get Lucario to help you!"
"How can Lucario help us?" Marth asks, much less hysteric than Ike, who seems to be calming down.
"Sorry, don't know what just came over me…" Ike mumbles to pretty much no one…
"She can sense their auras," Luke explains.
"She?" Marth and Ike ask in the creepy unison again.
Luke frowns. "Yes, Lucario's a girl, stupid," Luke argues for his friend.
"Okay…" Ike says in awkwardness. Marth rolls his eyes and drags Ike away from Luke to hunt down the fighting/steel type, finding it much easier now that he's… Ike…
"Lemme go!" Ike whines, flailing to get away.
"Nah, payback for all the times you've dragged me somewhere," Marth says, turning to flash him a grin.
Ike pouts, just struggling harder. "I wanna ask Luke how to distinguish a Pokémon's gender though!"
Marth sighs, already prepared to take the roll of the mature one. "Ike, ask him later."
"But I wanna now!" Ike whines.
"You sound like a whiney toddler!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"I swear Ike, if you don't just freaking come with me, I'm going to *carry* you to Lucario!"
"I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!"
*SSBB*
After barely a minute of struggling, Marth manages to successfully pick up and carry Ike, holding him pinned to his side and about three feet off the ground.
"MARTH LOWELL, RELEASE ME RIGHT NOW!" Ike shouts, flailing.
"As if," Marth replies with a smug grin.
"What's with all the shouting?" Samus asks as she rounds a corner and stumbles upon them. Of course all three freeze when she comes into view, Samus staring at the boys, who're staring at her.
"Ike… Are you… *Carrying* Marth?" Samus asks. Marth laughs and Ike frowns. Before either can respond, Samus snaps a picture on her phone, walking away.
"I'm putting this on the internet for the yaoi fangirls."
Marth and Ike both stop all movement, Marth dropping Ike unceremoniously to the floor as the words leave her mouth.
"Get her."
*SSBB*
"I see you were fine with *that* detour," Ike grumbles, now walking after agreeing to follow Marth so as not to be carried again, both still semi-flushed after the Samus encounter, and extremely relieved they managed to delete the picture.
"Oh just shut up," Marth growls.
They continue in silence, and finally manage to find Lucario. Meditating. In a corner…
"Uhm, excuse me…" Marth says rather awkwardly. Lucario opens one eye, untangling herself from her pose and looking up at them.
"Yes?" She asks telepathically, making them both jump. They were both surprised to hear the feminine sound of her voice; her rough grunts in battle had always sounded masculine to… Well… Everybody…
"We… We waned to know if you could help us find Latias and Latios. They're running rampant in the mansion," Marth explains, Ike suddenly finding the ceiling quite interesting.
"Ah. I noticed the unusually large amounts of chaos. How did all of them get released in the first place?" She asks, looking to Ike, who, amazingly, unconsciously adjusts the tiara resting on his head.
"I… I uhm… May have… Released them…" Ike says with a sheepish grin. "I thought they'd disappear, like always."
Lucario sighs, then surprises them both with the next sentence. "You've never been one to use much common sense, Ike."
"Wait, you knew it was him in my body and not just me?" Marth asks incredulously, both watching her in awe.
"Well, I *can* read your aura you know…"
"Oh… Yeah… So will you help us?" Marth asks hopefully.
"Yes, of course," Lucario answers with a nod and a small smile. The swordsmen whoop in happiness. Well, Ike does, Marth thanks her graciously after half fist-pumping.
Lucario is amused.
*SSBB*
"Down that hallway, quietly…" Lucario whispers. The swordsmen nod, following the girl down the hallway, though not seeing anything. Marth turns to ask Lucario where they are, and turns to see her with her eyes closed and aura sensors splayed outwards.
"Give me their balls," Lucario commands telepathically. Ike starts quietly snickering, and Marth just barely keeps from doing the same. Lucario rolls her eyes, deeming they need to grow up before taking said objects and slinking down the hall like a cat after a mouse.
She get to a point in the hallway and quickly tries returning them, a red beam making a Latios shaped figure in front of her and startling Marth and Ike. Latias cries out in alarm and tries rushing past. In her panic, she runs straight into Marth and sending them both tumbling.
To Ike, it looked like Marth randomly flew backwards and was now laying in midair.
Lucario again rolls her eyes, quickly returning the psychic dragon and letting Marth fall to the ground with an 'oof'!
Marth groans, sitting up and getting Ike to help him into standing, looking down at Lucario.
"I believe you were looking for these," Lucario says with a smile, handing over the ball for Latias and the ball for Latios.
"Awesome, thank you so much Lucario," Marth says with a gracious grin.
"Back to struggling to find Manaphy…" Ike grumbles. Marth hears this, and deflates. Lucario hears this, and raises an eyebrow.
"I could find her for you," Lucario offers. The boys instantly perk up.
"Really?" Ike asks hopefully. "How?"
"I could sense her aura in her Poké Ball, you won't need to release any more Pokémon."
Marth seems to put something together and looks like he may strangle something.
"So," he begins. "if we had just asked you for help in the first place, we wouldn't have needed to release ANY Pokémon, and this giant catastrophe could have been avoided?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
*SSBB*
Me: WOW THAT WAS LONG! But fun to write, hope you enjoyed it!
Ike: I DIDN'T!
Me: *snickers* It wouldn't be fun if you had. Oh, and sorry if the characters are a bit OOC throughout the fic…
Luke: Did anyone catch the 'PMD' joke?