Here's the next chapter, (getting into the story now.) Not much romance in this one, but I'm building up the relationships first. I've decided to make Marth and Roy brothers, it's easier that way and I've found the two fit together like that. Oh, and Roy is the younger. Anyways, that's pretty much it. I welcome any constructive criticism, and enjoy the story! (There's a lot of yelling.)

This one was fun to write. (they all are, really.)

Marth's morning had started out perfectly normal. Upon awaking he had dressed in his regular armour and cape, following which he neatly made his bed, and then exited his room, locking the door securely behind him to prevent a certain red-haired, juvenile knight from accessing his private belongings.

This all proceeded a trip to the kitchen which (unfortunately) was shared amongst the three royals residing in the Temple Distract. Apparently, Master Hand was too cheap to include utensils and appliance in two different households, even when it was for his noble guests.

Marth, being a fair and reasonable young man, had decided to let the subject drop (after being kicked out of Master Hand's office of course, but he preferred not to mention that.) Though, it ended up not being that much of a problem. Zelda usually ate out and Roy had recently bought a mini fridge, so the kitchen belonged to Marth. (This was also after Marth was kicked out of Master Hand's office, when he'd returned home quite angry, declaring that the kitchen was his territory and if anyone stepped foot in it he would run them through with his sword, but this was another fact Marth preferred not to mention.)

So, Marth continued his regular morning, making himself an extra strong coffee and returning to the apartment he and Roy shared. Luckily, the younger knight had already left. Because of this, Marth was free to sit and read the newspaper in silence until he had to leave for practise.

It was then, on his way (his usual way) to the Training Arena that Marth heard the telltale dash of someone charging at him from behind. Though, even if he had not, he would have been prepared for then the person yelled: "I'LL NEVER LET YOU HAVE HER MARTH!"

And this, of course, continued the normal morning routine.

Marth sighed as he stepped to the side, allowing Link to dive past him and hit the ground. The elf was soon back on his feet and raving, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU COWARD?!"

Marth blinked lazily at him, "Must you yell?"

Link let out a battle cry and ran at him again, sword drawn. This time, Marth drew his own and blocked, considering it too early in the morning to fight seriously. Link, however, was of the complete opposite opinion. He continued to slash in a flurry.

Irritation growing, Marth parried. He was glad that he had finished his coffee before heading out though, otherwise it might have spilled.

Suddenly, something jumped on Link's back, bashing his head with a bottle of Moo-Moo Milk and screaming, "DON'T YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON MARTH!"

Marth's eyebrow twitched. The other one had arrived.

Link immediately withdrew from Marth, but not because of the order. No, it was because he was trying to swat the younger form of himself off of his back with his sword. This made the effort both awkward and fruitless, but did help to increase the yelling. Somehow, Young Link was not impressed with his brother for trying to detach him with a sharp, metallic object.

Eventually though, Young Link jumped off, using his brother's shoulders as leverage to fly over Link's head and land in front of Marth.

"Aha!" Link declared, grinning broadly and pointing his sword at his brother, "So you admit defeat!"

"Of course not, moron." Young Link retorted, waving his bottle, "I just didn't want to break this! I wouldn't waste a bottle of Moo-Moo Milk on a nimrod like you."

Link waved a hand dismissively at his brother, "Excuses."

"They are n–"

"Now." Link cut in, eyes set on Marth, burning with conviction, "Let us finish our match, which, I might add, was quite rudely interrupted. We shall fight like men, strong and hard, to prove our love! And you will see, Marth, that I shall stand the victor, and she will see as well, the force of my undying love. We will draw our swords, and let the sun's light capture their brilliance as they clash in battle, good versus evil (evil being you) light versus darkness, hero versus villain..."

Marth frowned at him, "Can you go away?"

Link was momentarily deflated, but soon regained his vigour and was laughing haughtily, "Is that what you say Marth? IS THAT WHAT YOU SAY? Well, I say you say such things because you're too scared to fight me yourself!"

Young Link snorted, "Are you kidding? You're not worth Marth's time." Following this, Young Link drew his sword, then after a moment of thinking, sheathed it again. "Actually, you're not even worth my time." Young Link cleared his throat, then clapped his hands and stomped his foot twice, cupping his mouth, "PICHU!"

"WHAT?!"

The immediate, high-pitched screech from behind Young Link caused the boy to jump. Quickly recovering himself, he turned to face the cute yellow pokemon with a green backpack over her shoulder.

"You don't have to yell." Young Link informed her, trying not to stare at her twitching ear. Marth wisely did the same. Link, however...

"What's up with your ear?" he demanded, staring openly.

Pichu scowled at him, "What do you mean 'what's up with my ear'?"

"You're ear-" Link began, pointing his sword at Pichu's ear. The moment he did this, however, the pokemon let out a squeak and electrocuted him.

Young Link watched his brother collapse, charred body convulsing now and again. Swallowing, he turned back to Pichu, whose fidgeting speed had multiplied by tens, "Um, anyway... Like I was saying, you should really use your inside voice, Pichu."

Pichu blinked, "We're outside."

Young Link, momentarily silenced, soon gave a shaky laugh, glancing nervously at Marth, "Good one, Pichu. But you know I was just testing you."

Pichu blinked, "No you weren't."

"Don't be stupid." Young Link instructed, trying to regain some dignity, and hoping Marth hadn't noticed his lack thereof.

Pichu just shrugged, after which her shoulders didn't seem able to stop, though she remained oblivious to this fact, as per usual. "So, what did you want?"

Young Link cleared his throat again and straightened his back, trying to appear authoritative. He pointed at his brother, "Defeat him!"

Half-closed eyes turning from Link's crippled body back to her friend, Pichu replied: "I think I already have."

"He'll be up in a minute." Young Link said dismissively then, mustering a commanding tone he struck another pointing pose, "Now, Defeat him, Pichu!"

Pichu stared at her friend a moment, then said flatly: "No."

Young Link blanched, "No?"

"No."

"No?"

"Really. No."

"Really no, or really yes?"

"Really, really no."

"Really, really yes?"

As this ingenious repour continued several lines or so onwards, Marth had, meanwhile, grown bored. It had begun before Pichu had arrived, before Young Link too, and from its start had been steadily growing until it had reached a climax so completely lifeless Marth found himself craving more coffee. Despite this, another problem was their apparent determination to make him late once again this morning. Marth decided it was time to leave.

Just as he was about to slip away though, the last and possibly greatest annoyance arrived.

"Hey Marth! What are you doing out here?"

Marth cringed, refusing to turn around. If he just kept walking...

Young Link and Pichu had heard the voice as well, which halted their argument and alerted Young Link to his idol's attempted departure.

"Marth! Where are you going?!" Young Link called desperately.

The other voice: "Hey look, Pichu and Young Link are here too."

A hoarse voice: "And me..."

The other voice: "Oh, hey Link. You don't look so good..."

Young Link: "He never does."

Pichu: "But you look just like him."

No reply from the younger elf.

Meanwhile...

Marth, holding his breath, took a few steps forward, only to be halted by a hand on his shoulder, "Where are you of to in such a hurry, bro?"

Marth pushed the hand away and scowled, "Training."

The redhead before him held up his hands, palms out, "Sheesh, no need to be so touchy."

Roy, Marth noticed, was looking nervous.

"You look nervous." Marth said, watching him warily.

True to his apparent 'look', Roy let out a nervous laugh, "Me? Nervous? I'm not nervous? When am I nervous?"

Marth's scowled, "When you're avoiding a girl who's caught you cheating."

Roy gave that laugh again and slapped Marth on the back, a normally comradely gesture, but not when the slap was more like a punch. "Oh Marth, you're so funny." Roy then retracted his arm and lowered his voice, searching the field with narrowed eyes, "But if you do see and/or come in contact with a girl that happens to know and/or be angry with me, could you-"

"No." Marth said, brushing his younger brother off and once more beginning to leave.

"But Marth!" Roy whined, then louder, "Hey! Don't walk away!"

This was soon followed by Link rushing forward, and nearly falling over the second he halted in front of Marth. He ignored this self-blunder and brandished his sword, "See, I'm back on my feet! Time for our final battle!"

"I won't let you!" Young Link screamed at his brother, dashing forward and pointing, "Pichu! Go!"

The pokemon appeared beside Young Link, "No way."

"Come on, Pichu! Just this once!"

And from Roy... "Come on Marth! Just this once! Help me out!"

And from Link... "Come on Marth! Just one more battle and I'll stand the victor!"

And from a girl looking distinctly but not entirely like Peach... "Roy! Is that you, you cheater?! If I get my hands on you for even one minute!"

And then... "Would you all just SHUT UP!"

The field fell quiet, everyone wide-eyed, even Marth, who hadn't been the one to say, (rather scream) this although he'd really, really, really wanted to.

Before the group stood a young woman with blonde hair, wearing a robe and a pair of slippers. She did not look happy.

"Link! Young Link!" the two immediately snapped to attention, as if at boot camp. The young woman planted one hand on her hip, and pointed a long, commanding finger with the other. "Back to Great Bay. Now."

"But Zelda..." Young Link began, but fell into a petrified silence when her murderous gaze snapped to him.

"Now."

Instantly, the brothers were gone. Zelda didn't even have to look at the Peach resembling cousin of Peach, just turn her head a bit in that direction and the girl let out a squeak and disappeared.

Now it was just Pichu, Roy and Marth.

Roy tried grinning, though the back of his neck was warm with fear, "Hey Zelda, how did you sleep-"

Roy yelped as a wisp of fire ignited beside his head. Even though he used the element itself, it still burned his hair and increased the sweat at the nape of his neck. When he glanced up, he found Zelda shooting him daggers.

"I see..." he said, scratching the back of his head anxiously while inching away, "I guess I should get going..."

"Me too." Pichu said, ignorant of the uncomfortable atmosphere as she pulled an analogue watch from her backpack and inspected it, "I'm running a bit late for preschool. Mom'll kill me if I pip off again." Pichu tucked away her watch, "Hey Roy, you're going the same way I am, can I ride on your head?"

Roy stared at the pokemon. "How do you know where I'm going?"

Pichu now extracted her compass, peering at that for a minute longer than she had her watch, then pointing ahead, "You were going that way when you showed up. I'm going that way too."

After a moment (and a glance at Zelda) Roy gave an unsure shrug. The pokemon jumped on his head and the two took off.

Leaving two.

"Marth." Zelda said cooly.

"Zelda." Marth replied in an equally uninterested tone as they both regarded each other distastefully.

Finally Zelda waved a hand, the apathetic gesture both Link and Young Link had tried to pull off, but had unknowingly failed, (and horribly.) Zelda, however, was talented in this. She made it look both arrogant and condescending in one go.

"You can leave, Marth. I'm too tired to threaten anyone else."

Marth didn't appreciate this tone either, or the fact that Zelda thought her threats would work on him. But he didn't voice these opinions. All he said before departing was simply, "Nice pajamas."

Leaving the Princess of Hyrule (whose robe had come undone) blushing madly as she hurried to cover herself and retreat back to her bed.

Don't know if that one was too long or not, (I guess it depends on how interesting it was to read.) I'll write the next chapter soon seeing as I know what will be in it. I hope you guys, (the ominous 'you') are liking it. Sorry if some of my humor falls flat and if I abuse the brackets and commas. If you've spotted any grammatical errors just let me know and I'll fix them.

Till next chapter!