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Finally, it was here. The moment Marth had been waiting for. He didn't care that he'd have to fight Zelda after this (more like he wasn't thinking about it because he knew if he did, he would stress about losing and how much Zelda would gloat). Nor did he care that their parents would be angry. He'd just explain that, because he'd been paired up in a match by Smash Stadium, and had given his consent to be paired up at random, he hadn't had a choice about fighting Roy.
And anything that happened to Roy in the match, well that would just be a terrible accident.
Marth walked onto the stage. He'd arrived quite early, partially to escape Young Link who was bound to show up right before the match and hug him to death, and partially because he was so excited.
He was actually giddy.
A few minutes later, Roy walked onto the stage, starting opposite of Marth. They were in Battlefield. A small stage. Marth would have preferred a bigger one for this match, but he could handle it. Nothing was going to ruin this for him.
"Start!" the announcer exclaimed.
And so Marth did. He didn't bother to stand around a moment, or approach slowly, like most fighters usually did. He just charged.
Surprised, since Marth was known for his subtlety, Roy leapt back just in time, but Marth's blade still managed to clash against his armour. Roy jumped up to the nearest platform, but Marth was right behind him, slashing and hacking.
Roy managed to escape again, but that was all he had time for. He couldn't riposte or parry, only run away. He'd never seen Marth go so fast.
He should have been prepared- he'd thought he was. He'd always known Marth was faster, while he himself had more powerful attacks. He'd just forgotten how fast Marth was, exactly.
And, when angered, how powerful.
It was when Marth's sword came too close to his head, and several red strands fell in front of Roy's eyes that the knight finally collected himself and started fighting back.
Whether his body survived the match or not, nothing, nothing would harm his face. And especially not his hair. They'd survive. He'd make sure of it.
So, poised on the top platform, their swords met with a resounding clang. Roy glared at Marth, prepared to fight to the end. That's when he realized his brother was smiling.
Taken aback, Roy faltered and Marth shoved him off the platform. Roy collected himself in time to land on his feet, steadying himself on the main ground of Battlefield.
Marth was actually enjoying this.
Roy was suddenly back in the garden, the day he peed on Marth's picture book, sitting in a bucket that was slowly being lowered to the bottom of a well. Marth's young face was smiling down at him- the same malicious smile he was wearing now- while Roy was plunged further and further into the darkness.
He'd never peed on Marth's picture books after that. In fact, he'd never relieved himself anywhere but in the toilette.
Their mother always said Marth had been the one to potty train Roy.
The redhead was brought to his senses when his brother nearly chopped him in two. Roy jumped to his feet and found himself fleeing again.
He was really hoping this match wasn't being recorded. If the ladies saw this he might as well go back in the well.
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Meanwhile, in the common room of Smash Stadium, Young Link was recording the match with a brand new video camera bought especially for the occasion.
"This is great!" he exclaimed, pointing at the large display screens excitedly while keeping his eye firmly pressed to the camera, "That's my Marth!"
Pichu was sitting on one of the sofas, taking a picture now and then, yawning at different intervals, "This match is boring. It was better when he was fighting Captain Falcon."
Pichu, like always, had only merchandise and profit on her mind.
A few feet behind them, Queen Jigglypuff sat in a highchair made throne, not paying any attention to the match at all. Her attention was completely on Mewtwo.
"What do you mean you don't know where Kirby is?" she shrieked in her helium voice.
Mewtwo tried to calm her, "Why don't we continue this in the private viewing room, my lady?"
"No!" she snapped, promptly turning away from Mewtwo and scanning the room, "If he's going to show up, it will be here! We're staying!"
Mewtwo covered a sigh and, making sure Queen Jigglypuff didn't see, turned to his assistants with a glowing purple glare.
"Find Kirby." he hissed under his breath, "Or the Queen will have two new Jigglypuffs in her court."
His secretaries squeaked and disappeared.
Mewtwo turned back to the screens with narrowed eyes, arms folded tightly over his chest. Well, Marth had finally gotten the match he wanted. And Zelda would too, when this was over.
But what about Mewtwo? Did anyone ever think about Mewtwo? Care what he wanted? Oh no, he was a substitute teacher to them all- even worse, a substitute principal. Sure, he could give them detentions, but that didn't make them care, did it?
No one thought about him, they only complained. "Mewtwo's so mean, handing out detentions like that" they said. And: "Mewtwo's so mean, raising the prices in the cafeteria like that".
Mewtwo didn't want to be mean, but if noone did what he said, he had to hand out detentions. And if he went over budget with his non-fat, extra foam, extra chocolate sprinkles lattes, he had to raise the prices. And if someone pissed him off, he had to threaten and hurt and yell at the next person to walk into his vision.
It wasn't his fault. But did anyone think about that? No. No they did not. They only thought 'me, me, me' and 'us, us, us' and 'them, them, them'.
Never 'Mewtwo, Mewtwo, Mewtwo'.
And what made things worse- what was really the killer- was that his hips had widened another inch. An inch. A whole inch. And there was nothing he could do about it.
Mewtwo reached for his latte, ready to mindlessly drain it then shout for a new one, then shout again because it was taking too long, only to find his latte was missing.
It didn't take him long to locate it, and when he did he wasn't happy at all.
"DETENTION!" he roared at Link, then, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, VERMIN?"
Link, who was standing next to Mewtwo, emptied the latte into his mouth before replying, "I ran all the way over here! I was parched!"
Mewtwo was boiling with rage, and seconds away from releasing it when Queen Jigglypuff broke in, "What's going on? What are you?"
"Link," Link replied, figuring she'd meant 'who' and not 'what', when in fact that was not the case at all. His voice turned panicky, "That's right! Zelda! Zelda's been kidnapped!"
Queen Jigglypuff scowled, puzzling over the name and why it sounded familiar and terribly drab, while Mewtwo's anger melted to shock. Then back to anger.
"WHAT?"
Link nodded vigorously, "I know! Again! I'm going to set out to save her, but first I need a wooden sword, an old tunic, a sling-shot and a fairy!"
But Mewtwo wasn't listening. If Master Hand got wind of this he was fired. "Who kidnapped her?" he demanded, "What happened?"
Link shrugged, "I don't really know- not yet anyways. That should be explained later on in the plot, when some kind of hinted at twist comes along, like a guy helping me is actually the girl I'm trying to save. Or an imp like creature helping me is actually some sort of banished princess. Or a girl I meet on my journey is actually the reincarnated princess I've set out to save. Or-"
Mewtwo stopped listening right around here. He grabbed Link by the neck of his shirt and shook him, "BE QUIET AND ANSWER ME! WHAT DID YOU SEE?"
Link, once his brain had resettled in his skull, said in a wobbly voice, "I was on my way to Zelda's house when I saw Kirby dragging Zelda away!"
"KIRBY?" Queen Jigglypuff squealed.
Mewtwo's glare intensified as he started shaking Link again, "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM?"
"Because!" Link exclaimed, trying to break free from Mewtwo's hold but failing, "I'm not supposed to do that! Even if I'm there when she's captured I have to watch in surprise, then return sullenly to my village or the king or someone grand and be given my quest!"
"IDIOT!" Mewtwo yelled, throwing Link aside and turning to his secretaries, who he then realized were absent.
Slackers, Mewtwo thought, having completely forgotten about sending them away.
"What's the meaning of this?" Queen Jigglypuff fumed shrilly, then glowering at Mewtwo, "Go get him back! Right now!"
Mewtwo was about to point out that it was Kirby who had kidnapped Zelda, when he realized it was futile and turned back to Link.
"Here," he said, passing Link a ring of keys, "Go to my office. There's a telephone on my desk. Press the red button. No one will pick up, so just hold down the button and explain the situation. When you're done, hang up and return here. Do not go after Zelda."
Link nodded numbly and a moment later was out the door. Mewtwo followed behind him, a different destination in mind.
"Where are you going?" Queen Jigglupuff demanded piercingly. Mewtwo paused in his floating to send Queen Jigglypuff a hard look.
"To amend the situation." he replied, and floated out the door before Queen Jigglypuff could say another word.
The pokemon stood there, huffing and stomping. Pichu, who had overheard the whole conversation, glanced at her then dropped her voice and said to Young Link, "Did you hear that?"
"I did!" Young Link exclaimed happily, "The announcer said Player Two is getting a real beating! Go Marth!"
Pichu smacked him upside the head.
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