AN- And here I thought I would be able to get a lot done over the break… I promise I'll upload more Catching Boulders next week! For now, have Zelda's first chapter! If this seems a bit cheery, it's probably because I'm drinking orange mango soda and listening to Pandora Radio.

As soon as Zelda opens the door, a little bell goes off. Behind tables and chairs and babbling teenagers, Zelda sees her mother glance towards the door. Her face lights up, and it doesn't take long for her to reach Zelda's side. Naturally, "How was your day?" are the first words to come out of her mouth.

Zelda smiles. She tends to take such parental advances to heart. "It was nice," she begins as her mother leads her to an empty table. "Vio and Shadow visited the library again, so Mrs. Hoppes belittled me about talking to them to much…," she sits, "again."

Taking the other seat, Mrs. Sahagun grins. "And how is Green…?"

Zelda shakes her head in exasperation, but she's secretly suppressing a smile. She knows her mother cares about Vio and Shadow (her shining eyes tell Zelda she's listening)—she just loves hearing about Green. She might even be a bit concerned, considering it's only been two months since Green… since Green… "He's pretty upbeat. He was passing notes with Vio in Algebra again. They think I don't know."

Zelda's mom laughs, and Zelda knows she's free to continue. "We were also assigned a project in History." She takes a strand of silky blonde hair, wrapping it around her finger. "A partner project. So I paired up with Green."

"That sounds nice. Will he be stopping by often? I'd love to check up on him." Her eyes are shining again, but Zelda has a feeling she just wants to make sure he's alright.

Either way, Zelda nods. "Yes, he will." She cranes her head to the staircase in the back of the room, acquiring a sudden desire for peace and quiet. She looks back to his mother, trying not to smirk. "Don't you have customers to attend to?"

Mrs. Sahagun pouts. "Zelda, sweetie…"

Zelda gives her mom her best, don't-look-at-me-like-that-you-should-be-working-look. Her mother scowls and rises from her seat. The seat makes an awful screeching sound as it's pushed back in, and then Zelda's mother has disappeared in the crowd of tables and delicious smells.

As soon as she gone, Zelda almost leaps from her seat. She makes sure to lift up her chair just a bit as she puts it back in place, before rushing to the stairs. She quickly makes her way up, and by the time she's reached the top, she's already pulled her key out of her bag. She jabs it into the lock and twists. She pokes her head through the doorway, hardly surprised at what she sees.

Stepping through the doorway, she takes in the sight—Sheik yapping into the phone, her harp leisurely laying on her lap (1); and Tetra kneeling by the coffee table, scribbling something (probably a treasure map) onto a piece of paper. It's a typical sight, but Zelda feels like she should take it in anyways.

She clears her throat.

Sheik and Tetra regard her with a quick, harmonious, "Hi Zelda," before returning to what they were doing.

Zelda could care less. She turns and speed walks to her room. She opens the door, only to close it behind her a second later. Her messenger bag drops to the floor, and she goes to her closet. It's a big closet—one of the ones with the sliding doors—and that means that she can hide a lot of stuff inside of it. Clasping the handle, she slides it open. A pile of notebooks are stacked in the corner. She snatches the first one, holding it tightly. She sets it on her bed, before coming back to the closet to gingerly pick up a GameBox. She takes it to her TV, and within a minute it's set up and ready to go.

Going back to the closet, she slides one side of it open, only to open the other. A shelve takes up this half of the closet. Zelda browses through the cartridges and cases, before stopping and pulling Super Vico Daylight off of the shelf.

She looks to the case, then to the TV, then to the yellow notebook with Super Vico Daylight neatly written on the front, then to the door.

She walks over and locks it.

"Now where was I…," she mumbles, smiling.

AN- Bet you didn't see that one coming. To clarify, Zelda is a closet gamer. Compare to all of the closet gays in BMF. XD

(1)- Well technically Sheik is a girl... The Brawl manual says so!

Now on to special extra stuff!

From Low to High Self- Esteem

Vaati: Vaati hates himself. Not just now, but for some time before that, as well. Vaati became "the king," because Blue made him realize he was gay. Vaati saw the disgust, saw the rumors erupting about him, and became furious. He just wanted to be a normal kid, but no. Blue had to go and screw it up. He hated himself for not being "normal," and started taking it out on others. When Green came around, he came to terms with it, but he quickly became power hungry. Now that he looks back on it, he hates himself even more.

Shadow: This isn't shocking, right? Right? I don't think it should be… Anyways, Shadow has quite the history of ex-friends. Yep, seven evil ex-friends(if you were to count Vio, which I shouldn't be). Shadow should have a trust issue… but he's just too optimistic for his own good. Deep down, he's still not sure if his friends like him. He never really is. One of his worst fears would probably be not being good enough.

Green: Green definitely feels a lot better about himself now that he has friends, but there are still… complications. I mean his parents, still sort of blaming himself for the whole Vaati thing, and… other stuff. Wow, I'm being vague.

Vio: Vio has quite the habit of blaming others for his mistakes. Imagine what he was like as a kid… Okay, now I feel bad for Katie and Nathan. I don't think Vio hates himself, but if he is, he's in denial about it.

Zelda: Zelda is pretty happy with herself. She's proud of her abilities, but she's pretty humble about it. She is a bit ashamed of one thing, though… You see, she's sort of the black sheep of her family. I'll explain some other time.

Blue: Blue's confidence isn't a mask… well, mostly. Yeah, he does have an ego, but there are times when he just despises himself. Buuuuut mostly he's just a cocky jerk.

Red: Well, isn't this a shocker? Red never really hated himself—he just hated his shyness. One specific trait. He was raised to love himself, and that's exactly what he does. Especially now that he's overcome his shyness.