Here's the next chapter! I'll update tomorrow!

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"The Semi-finals!" Pichu shouted, waving around a newspaper, "Get your semi-final schedule right here! Interview with Queen Jigglypuff included!"

"Queen Jigglypuff?" Young Link asked, coming in through the stall's back door, "You actually got an interview with her?"

"Hell no," Pichu spat, scowling at Young Link, "Like I'd have the patience to deal with that stress ball loving hag. And what are you doing here? You should be at the merchandise stall."

Young Link scratched the back of his head, "Er, about that..."

Pichu narrowed her large black eyes, "What?"

Shifting from foot to foot, the boy mumbled, "We kind of, um, ran out of merchandise."

Pichu's eyes sparkled as she rubbed her paws together, a huge grin taking over her face, "That's excellent! And here I was thinking you were stupid enough to deliver bad news personally- but instead here you are, my wonderful little business associate, to let me know our products are so popular they're sold out! "

"Not exactly... sold out..." Young Link muttered.

Pichu's head snapped around, "What do you mean 'not exactly'?"

"Um, actually, that's not right..." at this, Pichu heaved a sigh of relief, but Young Link hurried to add, "We didn't sell out at all. The merchandise was destroyed."

Pichu was silent a long time, eyes wide in blatant shock, not moving a muscle. When she finally did move, Young Link could hardly keep track of her. She buzzed around the stall, shrieking: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN DESTROYED?"

Young Link tried to explain, but she just kept repeating the phrase like a broken record. Finally he gave up and started edging towards the back door.

It wasn't like he was about to tell her what really happened anyways. Marth had stopped by the store earlier, innocently offering to take over for Young Link while the boy went to get some lunch. When Young Link got back, the stall was in a mess, their best selling T-shirts had been shredded, and Marth was nowhere in sight.

Poor Marth, Young Link thought as he reached for the doorknob. He'd obviously tried to fend off the attackers for as long as he could- resulting in a struggle and the mess. But there had been too many of them, and Marth was forced to flee for his life... no, no way would Marth flee. He'd obviously hurried off to find back-up, and just hadn't gotten back in time. Yeah, that was more Marth like.

Content that he knew his idol well enough to compose this completely legitimate account of events he hadn't been present for, Young Link smiled and started to slip out the door.

Only for a thunderbolt to hit off the wall right beside his head.

"And where," Pichu hissed, "Do you think you're going."

Young Link gulped.

It was (luckily for Young Link) at this moment that Link and Roy appeared at the front of the stall.

"Did you say you guys have a copy of the semi-final schedule?" Roy asked, while Link leaned against the counter looking annoyed.

Pichu gave Young Link one finally death glare, locked the back door, and headed to the front of the stall.

"You want to buy one?" Pichu asked, reaching for the stack behind the counter when Roy nodded. She picked up one of the papers and turned to him, "Twenty bucks."

Roy gawked at her. As did the previously uninterested Link. As did Young Link, cowering in the back of the stall.

"That's a rip-off!" Roy exclaimed.

"Photos of Zelda cost less!" Link put in.

"Don't do it Roy!" Young Link called from in back, "The schedules are going to be up in an hour! Persevere!"

Pichu grabbed the bank from under the counter- a large, locked metal box- and threw it at Young Link, roaring, "Shut up or you're fired!"

Young Link let out a squeak and nothing more.

"Fine." Roy groaned, handing Pichu the money in exchange for the paper. Just as he was opening it up to find the schedule, Zelda walked by and snatched it out of his hands.

"Thanks." she said, "I meant to pick one up." and walked away.

Roy gaped after her a moment while Link shouted, "My princess!" and sprinted after her. A few seconds later, explosions could be heard. Roy turned back to Pichu.

Before he could speak, the pokemon offered a flat, "No."

"But-" Roy protested.

Pichu held up a hand, "Ok." she waited for Roy to smile hopefully, then smirked, "I'll give you a discount: twenty five dollars."

"That's not a discount!" Roy exclaimed.

Pichu shrugged, still smiling, "You bet it is. There was a special deal on the first paper- thirty-three percent off. The regular price is thirty dollars."

"No it's not!" Young Link called out again, "Don't conform, Roy! Stick it to the man!"

This time Pichu just zapped him.

Letting out a very long, very grievous sigh Roy fished out another twenty and a five, passing them to the greedy creature, "Can I have my paper now?"

"Sure, sure." Pichu said, waving a hand dismissively as she waddled away with her loot.

Sighing again, Roy reached over the counter to snatch up a paper. Turning around and leaning against the stall, he began flipping through it till he found the schedule.

Today was a break, which he'd already known. No matches, only practise. Tomorrow was the first semi-final match, Zelda's. The day after was his match.

When his eyes landed on his opponent, they widened, "I'm actually fighting..."

-(space space space)-

"Marth!"

The blue-haired knight glanced up, and immediately scowled, "Go away."

In reply, Zelda waved a sheet of paper in front of him, grinning, "Look who you get to fight."

Marth accepted the sheet and quickly found his name. If Zelda had hoped to get a rise out of him, she'd failed. He wasn't irritated by this pairing at all.

In fact, he'd planned it.

Marth smirked, eyes glinting dangerously on the sheet, "Roy."

Now I'm sure NO ONE saw that coming, right? :P Thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated!