A/N: Yeeeeeah.

I thought one year was a bad wait time, but five?

:'D

I never thought I was actually going to update this again, buuuuut I got a renewed interest in this site and I couldn't stand seeing unfinished stories.

Soooo, I'm sure my writing style's changed a little bit and whatnot, but hopefully this will suffice.

Chapter Fourteen: The Five Year Hiatus

Young Link's Journey

The bird carrying Young Link flew higher and higher into the sky. The traveled along in silence for quite a while before Young Link spoke up.

"So..." Young Link said, "what exactly are you, anyway?"

The tiny bird carrying Young Link looked downward. "Ah, I am just an ordinary sparrow. For now at least. I dunno, it's weird. Depending on my mood I can change from being a sparrow to a dragon to a mayfly to a bat."

"Uh huh...and how is that you can carry me like this?" Young Link asked.

"How should I know?" the bird shrugged, "Must be something quite magical. Do you consider yourself to be magical?"

"I sure do," a voice boomed nearby. The sparrow screeched, nearly dropping Young Link to the ground.

"Who are you!?" the sparrow yelled out.

A large dragonfly emerged from below and starting flying alongside them. "Just some gigantic insect who's wondering what's up. So, what's up?"

"I thought this fella would make a great meal for my young'uns," the sparrow replied, "what's up with you?"

"Well," the dragonfly started, "I was just having the most wonderful-"

"Wait, a MEAL!?" Young Link interrupted, "Wait...how can your children possibly eat me?"

"Oh, I foster dragonlings," the sparrow replied, "they threatened to eat me so I had to go out and find someone else for them."

Young Link panicked, struggling even harder against his captor. It didn't work.

"Darnit!" Young Link yelled, "Why can't something random happen and save me know!?"

The dragonfly shrugged. He had magical powers, right? He may as well use them now to save the young'un, right? Great way to show off his awesomeness too, right?

Suddenly a large volcano appeared in front of them. The sparrow veered off to the right, avoiding a collision with the super-spiked rocks.

"Where the heck did that come from?" the sparrow questioned.

"Oh, it must be my nerves acting up," the dragonfly replied, "you see, earlier I was saying-well, actually, trying to say-that I was having the most wonderful talk with a prehistoric spider and I suddenly just realized that I scheduled a-"

KABOOM!

Before the insect could finish his sentence, the volcano erupted, spewing out hot embers and forks in every random direction.

The sparrow expertly avoided all the flying objects while the dragonfly smashed into a large ember and fell to the ground below.

"Ouch," he said, looking up towards the fleeting sparrow, "shoot, I couldn't even save that poor youngster! What's wrong with me?"

"NOOOO!" Young Link cried out, attempting yet again to free himself from the evil, sharp talons of the bird. And, yet again, it failed.

"Face it, you've lost," the sparrow said triumphantly, "those dragonlings are going to be so pleased with me!"

The two of them flew off further and further into the distance...

The African Gangster Cats

The fifteen cats arrived at the mansion.

"Fantastic!" one of the yelled out, "Now we can finally come face to face with our destiny!"

"But it's such a big place," another whined, "how can we possibly find Mewtwo here?"

"We can always try splitting up," Logan suggested, "and if one of us finds the Pokemon, we'll just scream out our signature battle cry!"

The other cats stared at the caracal. "And what exactly is out signature battle cry?" one of them asked.

"Just make something up!" Logan snapped, "Sound like a typical feline, that should work."

"Okay," the cat shrugged.

"Now, separate!" Logan yelled, storming into the mansion. The others exchanged glances before following their leader.

The Ice Climbers were heading towards the door when they noticed a large group of cats enter the mansion.

"Are those new smashers?" Nana asked.

"Doesn't look like it," Popo replied, slowly and instinctively backing away from them, "though...they don't look too friendly..."

"Hey there!" a cheetah ran up to the two smashers, "Have you seen a guy named Mewtwo?"

The two climbers exchanged wide-eyed glances.

"Why do you ask?" Nana reached for her hammer.

"Because it's our destiny!" the cheetah replied, puffing up its chest.

Captain Falcon entered the room, freezing up when he noticed the newcomer.

"Ah, another one," the cheetah commented, "how many people live here?"

The ice climbers took this as their opportunity to flee, quickly thanking Captain Falcon for walking in. Captain Falcon continued to stand there, not uttering a single word.

"Cat got your tongue?" the cheetah asked.

"YOU!" Captain Falcon suddenly screamed, "I challenge you to a run!"

The cheetah yawned. "A run? Really?"

"Yes!" Captain Falcon grinned, "It has been a long time since I've encountered such a fast creature. I need to get out of this place anyway, it's getting kind of stuffy in here."

"Stuffy?" a cockroach nearby asked, "Are you kidding us? This place is huge!"

"Sounds like a lame excuse to ditch us all," the roach's fly buddy spoke up.

"Shut up you fiends!" Captain Falcon pointed down towards them, "Or I will punish you two severely."

"Look," the cheetah said, "I need to find someone named Mewtwo. You seem 'im?"

Captain Falcon paused. "Well, actually, come to think of it, I haven't. Why don't we have a run around the mansion to search?"

The cheetah shrugged. "Sure, why not? But this isn't going to be a-"

Captain Falcon sped out of there, yelling out his battle cries.

"-race," the cheetah sighed. It got up and started running throughout the mansion, trying to keep up with the maniacal smasher.

Meanwhile...in that random area...again

After twenty minutes of silence, the bird finally spoke up.

"Okay," he said, "the tenth and final question."

"YES!" the boomerang yelled out, "Bring it on, birdy!"

"What would your reaction be if we ended up tying you to that wall post over there and never set you free again?" the bird asked. Suddenly a large wall post appears, covered in mouse skulls and spider webs.

Young Link's boomerang "blinked."

"Well," it began, "I...huh, I don't know. How could I react?"

"Angrily? Joyfully? Sadly?" the bird suggested.

"Not joyfully, I don't think," Young Link's boomerang replied, "probably sadly. I mean...come to think of it...I was so happy when I finally got my freedom from Young Link...but now that we aren't together...it brings this sadness to my heart...like, a longing to see my old master again...if I were tied up to that wall post, I would just...think about all the good times that are now long gone...the one that I loved that I will never see again...the one who entrusted me to grab all his treasures and now he had no one to do that...well, he can probably get another one but still...we went on so many adventures together...and I took all that he did for me for granted...and I'm sure he took me for granted too...and I'm sitting here rambling about my love for him but I don't even know whether he loves me back or not...what if he forgot about me a long time ago? Do you think I've been replaced? If I am released and Young Link doesn't want me anymore, what am I going to do?"

Sniffles echoed throughout the small room.

"That's...that's so deep," the bird interview wiped tears from his eyes with his wings, "I never knew such a simple object could have such strong emotions. Excuse me."

The bird flew out of the room, bursting out into tears. While all the other living beings in the room appeared distracted, Young Link's boomerang moved towards a nearby window.

Maybe the boomerang could have enough time to get out before the interviewer came back?

Surely after the tenth-and last-question, they wouldn't mind if he just...left?

Suddenly the boomerang remembered that the place was littered with tons of confetti!

And then a memory of Young Link flooded his mind.

Link and Young Link were standing in a room full of confetti. Young Link had lain his boomerang along with his other weapons on a table nearby for randomness knows what reason.

"Hey, Link, watch this!" Young Link had said.

"I'm watching," Link yawned.

Young Link yelled something out-the boomerang interpreted it as some sort of spell-and sent a small tornado through the room, causing the confetti to fly in every direction.

"Isn't that cool!" Young Link exclaimed.

"Eh," Link shrugged.

The boomerang snapped out of its daydream. Summoning tornadoes! If Young Link had that ability, wouldn't the boomerang too?

Of course, that may have been just a dream the boomerang had, but it's worth a try, right?

Mario

After resting for twelve hours, Mario began his journey to escape the random place.

"With my spirits high and energy filled, I shall emerge victorious!" Mario yelled out, raising up his arm triumphantly.

Sadly, no one was listening.

"Wait a second," Mario said aloud, "where did everybody go? Weren't there...other people here? Water here too?"

Suddenly he heard some people tussling nearby.

"Oh good, I'm not the only intelligent life form here!" he announced, happily strolling over to the source of the noise.

What a fool for thinking they were intelligent!

"Wait a second," Mario stopped, seemingly recognizing the figures.

He gasped. "What are you doing here!?"

The three figures emerged from the darkness.

"Wait, how did you recognize us when we were in complete darkness?" Mewtwo asked.

Before Mario could reply, Crazy Hand rushed over and tackled him.

"HOW DID YOU GET HERE!?" he screamed.

"I honestly don't know," Mario replied honestly.

"That's weird," Link said, "we came through a magical closet or something like that."

"Wait...I was outside then fell into something...I don't even remember," Mario said.

"Who cares?" Link asked, "Mewtwo was going to tell us what happened to Young Link."

"Now I've lost my focus so I can't pinpoint his location anymore," Mewtwo glared at them, "now we'll never know what happened to your younger counterpart."

"NO!" Link fell to his knees, "He was like...a younger brother to me..."

"Was?" Mario asked, "I'm sure he's still alive..."

They all perked up when splashing water started flooding the room.

"RUN!" Crazy Hand screamed, racing towards a portal he created nearby. The other three ran towards the portal, hoping they would make it in time...

Luigi and Dr. Mario

A giant mosquito appeared before the smashers, cloaked in darkness.

"I have a message for you two," she said ominously.

Dr. Mario and Luigi exchanged confused glances. Looking around, they noticed that all the people there had disappeared.

"Guess they're afraid of mosquitoes," Dr Mario commented.

"Wait, how did they leave so quickly?" Luigi questioned.

"I have a message for you two," the mosquito repeated.

"I don't know," Dr. Mario scratched his chin, ignoring the mosquito, "maybe they all had magical powers?"

"Well, they were talking about horses and guinea pigs...maybe they meant unicorns and...some other magical rodent?" Luigi said.

"I have a message for you two," the mosquito repeated once again.

The two smashers turned to face the mosquito. "Is that all that thing is capable of saying?" Luigi asked.

"Broken record?" Dr. Mario suggested.

The mosquito sighed. "No. But I can't yell or anything 'cause my throat's all scratchy."

"I didn't think insects had lungs?" Dr. Mario said.

"I'm a giant magical mosquito," the mosquito explained, "I do things differently, okay?"

"Sounds good to me," Luigi grinned.

"I have a message for you two," the mosquito said, "there is a great darkness coming over the lands. The moon-shaped weapon shall face off against the tiny bird and the great swordsman will intervene...all else will be told when this actually occurs..."

"And this has to do with us...how?" Dr. Mario asked.

"You're part of the 'all else will be told when this actually occurs' part," the mosquito explained, "it'll be super exciting, I'm totally going to get a front row seat."

"Oh, so this is like a gladiator fight or something?" Luigi asked.

"Maybe," the mosquito shrugged, "all else will be told when this-"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Luigi interrupted, "just let us know when this is supposed to happen, 'kay?"

"Of course," the mosquito nodded, "we will meet again...shortly."

The mosquito exploded, sending the two smashers flying away.

Jigglypuff and Pikachu

Pikachu and Jigglypuff started wandering back to the mansion. They had no sense of direction whatsoever, so they ended up going in the completely opposite direction.

"Puff, how long do you think we've been traveling?" Pikachu asked.

"Hours? Days? Weeks?" Jigglypuff replied, "Oh, I don't know. I've just been thinking about that awesome bored show I was on...can't believe that it's actually over..."

"Me neither," Pikachu frowned, "but-hey would you look at that?"

Pikachu pointed towards a large statue protruding from the ground. A giant feather.

"It's just a feather," Jigglypuff said, walking away.

"I bet it can give us wings!" Pikachu exclaimed, racing up to the feather statue. He started chanting in a strange language in front of the feather.

Jigglypuff sighed. Should she join the other Pokemon or not?

Suddenly her eyes widened. She noticed a stealthy figure lurking behind the statue. She narrowed her eyes and noticed that the evil prosecutor was behind the statue, attempting to contain bursts of laughter.

"No!" she yelled out, "Pikachu, stop!"

But was she too late?

A/N: After writing this, I totally realized I could have said something like "After five years, the bird and Young Link finally reached their destination..."

Buuut I decided to put this all in past tense instead of present to...give it the same effect ;)