Ok, here's Chapter 2, (even though it's my third upload I'll just refer to what chapter it is, and shall do so with how ever many other chapters I submit). Anyways, I did a rough grammar edit on the prologue and Chapter 1, but I still might have missed some things and I haven't really delt with any lingering repetition yet, though I'll get to that. Also, I'd like to give a big thanks to those who have read/reviewed. I really appreciate it.

Not sure if I need this, but...

Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros. Melee

Enjoy the chapter!

Zelda sat on the edge of her bed, fingers playing with the hem of her nightgown. It might not have been the proper length for a princess's garment, but it was summer, what did anyone expect? And besides, it wasn't like Zelda was going to let anyone see her in it... or at least, that had been her plan.

Thinking back on Marth's nonchalant reply, Zelda felt herself grow hot once more, from both anger and embarrassment. Mostly anger though.

Zelda forced herself to relax, taking a few calming breaths. Whatever the others might say, she did not need anger management, nor a therapist. They were the ones with the problem. Always being so noisy and violent...

After a few minutes, Zelda conceded to the fact that the whole 'in and out' breathing thing really didn't work. At all.

And she was still pissed.

That's when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. It was at her window, and it was green.

Zelda's eyes slanted into a glare as the green hat swayed slightly and a pair of binoculars shifted over the edge of the window, pressing against the glass. Flexing her hands, Zelda rose.

Breathing might not help, but this certainly would.

Marth was in the middle of practise, swinging his sword rather tiredly at one of the dummies. There wasn't anyone worth fighting today, and besides, Marth's heart wasn't really in it. The only reason he came to the Training Arena was to get away from the group that sabotaged him every morning. What he'd really like was to be at home with a good book...

A crackling sound emitted from the speakers above as someone began to speak, loud enough to interrupt Marth's thoughts and the frantic battle cries echoing throughout the arena.

"Would Marth please go to Master Hand's office." called a sweet, albeit high voice through the speaker, "Would Marth please-"

"MARTH! GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW!" interrupted a new voice, which was followed by more crackling and a mix of fainter voices.

"Sir please, let me handle this-"

"Out of my way subordinate!"

"Sir, you're not authorized to-"

"DO YOU HEAR ME, MARTH?!"

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"How dare you speak to me like that! Detention!"

"Sir, this isn't a school and I'm an employee."

"Insolent fool!"

There was some buzzing and a low sizzling before steam began to emit from the speaker and the arena fell quiet.

It was like that for a few minutes when, in the silence, there was a faint 'Falcon Punch', and the arena erupted into its usual chaos again. Falco and Fox resumed their game of murder laser tag and Mario went back to trying to open one of the grates in the floor. It was the closest thing he could find to a pipe.

Marth, however, remained where he was, scowling into thin air and refusing to move. That is, until he remembered the fact that the announcement had said Master Hand wanted to see him. It was one thing to get on the bad side of his brother and/or Zelda, but Master Hand was another matter entirely.

With a sigh, Marth started for the exit.

It was almost fifteen minutes later when Marth arrived at the large double doors of Master Hands office, (it wasn't like Master Hand could fit through anything less than double doors.) The knight had no idea what this was about so, steeling himself for the worst, he took a breath and pushed open the doors...

...where he found Mewtwo, swirling around on top of Master Hand's desk, cackling as purple energy vibrated through the room.

Marth just stared, mouth agape. This was not what he had been expecting. All the same, as the seconds passed, and eventually minutes, Marth's surprise steadily dissipated until it had vanished completely and his face set into an expression of quiet annoyance.

Five minutes after Marth had initially opened the door and entered the office, Mewtwo took notice of the knight.

"Ah. Marth." he pokemon said, spinning to face him as he continued to hover over the desk, arms folded. Glancing at one of his wrists, which held a purple analogue watch, Mewtwo narrowed his eyes and raised them to Marth. "You're five minutes late!" he roared, "Detention!"

Marth scowled at the pokemon, "This isn't a scho-"

Before the knight could finish, Mewtwo threw his head back and let out a bark of maniacal laughter, ignoring Marth completely. "You children are so dense sometimes! The look on your face! You believed me completely!"

"Actually-" Marth began, but was cut off once more.

"Oh, there's no doubt you thought I was serious!" Mewtwo continued, chuckling to himself now, "Oh, what brainless idiots knights can be sometimes! But don't feel bad, Marthy Boy, not everyone can be as intelligent as I am. And those blessed with my intellect will not look down on the inferior. No, we must learn to tolerate and accept the dim-witted." Mewtwo nodded as he finished, "Yes, yes. That is the way of life for the ultimate pokemon!"

Marthy Boy? Stuck on this part of Mewtwo's spiel and not caring to hear the rest, Marth turned to leave, but was halted when the doors slammed shut in his face. They were glowing purple. Glancing over his shoulder at Mewtwo, he found the pokemon grinning wickedly and waving a finger.

"Now, now, Marth, we haven't gotten down to business yet."

Marth allowed himself to seethe with anger at the doors for a few moments before refacing Mewtwo. "Ok." He said flatly, "In that case, why are you in Master Hand's office?"

Mewtwo grinned broadly and Marth got the sick feeling he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear. "Well, you see," the pokemon began, "Our dearly beloved Master Hand had to take a little trip to deal with some... family issues, shall we say? So, of course he needed to leave someone in charge, someone he could trust, someone who was strong, powerful, brave, intelligent, and above all, sharp-witted, not to mention devilishly handsome..."

"Let me guess." Marth said dryly, "He picked you?"

Mewtwo beamed, "I knew we saw eye to eye Marth! I always found you to be one of the smarter competitors! Mind you, nothing compared to my intelligence, but still-"

Marth frowned, "What do you want?"

A glint came to Mewtwo's eyes as he began pacing over the table in mid air, "That's a good question Marth. The thing is, I was looking over the sign up sheets for the upcoming tournament and I noticed you hadn't added your name yet so..." Mewtwo snapped his fingers and the doors popped open, revealing two jigglypuffs. One, wearing a large blue bow, carried a stack of papers; the other, a red flower on her head, a bottle of ink with a purple feathered quill.

Marth watched as the two smiling secretaries advanced. They stopped just shy of the knight and offered him the pen and paper.

"Go on." Mewtwo prompted, "I need all the names before I start pairing up fighters for matches."

"You've got all the names." Marth said, sending him a hard look, "I'm not participating."

Mewtwo took an air step back, face aghast, while the jigglypuffs gasped in unison. Marth mentally rolled his eyes. This was obviously rehearsed.

"Marth?! Not participating?!" Mewtwo clamped a hand over his mouth in dramatic surprise, "I just can't believe it!"

"Neither can we!" the jigglypuffs replied, again in unison. Their acting was even worse than Mewtwo's.

Suddenly, the purple pokemon's expression of shock shattered, leaving behind pure rage as he shouted at the jigglypuffs, "Damn it! That wasn't in the script you imbeciles! No improvising!"

The secretaries let out a squeak and bounded for the hall as Mewtwo sent fireball after purple fireball at them. By the time they were gone, and the doors once again shut, Mewtwo was panting.

"Amateurs." he muttered to himself, then yelling, "And get me a non-fat chai latte!"

Marth raised an eyebrow, "Non fat?"

Mewtwo spread his arms and observed himself, "Have you seen these hips? I look like an ox!"

Marth couldn't disagree.

"Anyways." Mewtwo went on, the look of girlish vanity replaced by that mischievous glint, "I believe it's time you signed your name, Marth."

"Even if I wanted to," Marth replied, "I can't. They took the paper with them."

Mewtwo spun away from Marth, slamming his fist into his palm, "Blast it! How can I blackmail him into signing something that isn't here?"

Marth furrowed his brows, "Blackmail?" He didn't like the direction this seemed to be heading.

"That's right!" Mewtwo declared, whipping something off his desk and pushing it into Marth's face, "Have a look at this, you sadist!"

Puzzled, Marth backed up to study the paper in front of him. It appeared to be part of a news article. The title read 'Hyrulian Elf Hospitalized After Near Fatal Encounter'. True to the heading, Marth found a photo depicting Link lying on a hospital bed further down the page. He had a patch over one eye, his lips were swollen, his foot elevated and his arm in a sling. Starting to read, Marth got as far as "Link of Hyrule has suffered from countless third degree burns." when Mewtwo tore the sheet away.

"There you have it." Mewtwo exclaimed triumphantly. In seconds he had jumped from the desk to hover in front of Marth, jabbing an accusatory finger at the knight, "I'm on to you, almost murderer!"

Marth just scowled, "Burn marks? I think we both know who really did that to Link."

"Au contraire," Mewtwo countered "Zelda has an airtight alibi."

With a sceptical look, Marth decided to humour him, "Which is...?"

Mewtwo crossed his arms again, smirking, "Link swears she didn't do it."

The pokemon looked so pleased that Marth decided not to enlighten him to the fact that Link had probably been threatened into making this obviously fake statement.

"And," Mewtwo continued, "He's also named you as his attacker."

This part, of course, had come from the Hyrulian himself.

"But don't worry," Mewtwo went on, sidling up to Marth (who was none too impressed with this new Link information) and giving him a purposeful look, "I could forget this little incident... for the right price."

"Oh." Marth said tonelessly, "I wonder what that could be."

"That's right Marth!" Mewtwo declared, having backed up a few feet to jab his finer at the knight again, "Sign up for the tournament and I won't give you detention!"

For a few minutes, Marth just watched Mewtwo spin and cackle whilst praising his own brilliance. Then he replied, "No." and promptly left.

Mewtwo snapped his head around, (seeing as he'd been facing the opposite wall when the twirling ceased) just in time to spot Marth's back before the large double doors shut behind the knight.

After a few moments of stunned silence, the pokemon's eyes began to flare as purple radiation started to emit from his body.

"Blast it!" Mewtwo shouted (again), this time at the ceiling, "My perfect plan... foiled!"

That was when one of the jigglypuffs arrived, carrying a cup, "Your chai, sir."

"Ah, thank you." Mewtwo said in a deep, kind voice, floating over to accept the latte. Immediately following this, he tipped the rim to his lips, taking a long, grateful sip...

... and spit the contents onto the rug.

Mewtwo whirled on the jigglypuff, "WHERE'S MY CHOCOLATE SPRINKLES?!"

The pokemon cowered beneath a vastly growing purple shadow, "I'm sorry, sir!"

"DETENTION!"

And another chapter down! Sorry if some of the paragraphs seemed to drone on and if I missed any blatantly obvious errors(spelling or grammatical). This chapter might not be up to whatever low calibre the others have reached, but I enjoyed writing it and I've actually learned a few things with the editting, so it seems to be going well. Next chapter will feature Roy and Pichu, maybe a bit of Zelda. See you then!