Next chapter. Very short? Yes indeed.

Roy was sitting on one of the couches in the common room, watching the large screens. Reruns of past matches were playing to keep the smashers entertained while they had to wait, and the Jigglypuff Secretaries had recently wheeled in a buffet table.

The redhead sighed. This really sucked. He'd just beaten Marth and instead of getting to lord it over his brother's head and parade around in victory he was stuck here, waiting for someone to find Zelda and for Mewtwo to release them.

That's when Pichu waddled over to him, "Hey Roy, where's Marth?"

Roy raised an eyebrow at Pichu, "Why?"

Pichu frowned at him, "Everyone's here except him. And Zelda, obviously."

Roy looked around. She was right. Everyone was here except Zelda and Marth. Every single smasher in the whole stadium except those two and only those two people. No one else was absent. Only two.

Turning back to the pokemon, he shrugged, "I have no idea. He disappeared after the match."

Pichu nodded, her frown deepening, "That was a really boring match, by the way. Odd too."

"Thanks." Roy said dryly.

"No, I don't mean odd in a good way." Pichu went on, too deep in thought to pick up on Roy's sarcasm, "I mean, Marth was kicking your ass. You were being pummelled in there. No way should you have won. You didn't even have a chance. Your percentage of likely victory was in the negative zone."

Roy just glared.

Pichu went on, unperturbed, "Then Marth just froze up and you hit him off the edge. Around the time that the announcement..." Pichu stopped here, eyes widening, "I bet that's it! Marth went after Zelda- and you won because of a cheap hit!"

Roy was tired of talking to the pokemon, "I could have told you that."

Pichu blinked at him, really seeing him for the first time, "That you won because of a cheap hit?"

"No!" Roy snapped, irked, "That Marth went to find Zelda."

Pichu's surprise immediately turned to irritation, "Then why didn't you? I asked where he went."

"I don't know where he went." Roy replied, as if this were obvious, "I know what he's doing."

Pichu smacked her forehead and waddled away, not in the least bit impressed. Roy just shrugged and returned to watching the screens.

"Young Link!" Pichu snapped, approaching the boy, "We're going to go save Zelda!"

"Just after I beat this guy..." Young Link replied, eyes intent on his game boy.

Pichu turned off the power.

Young Link gaped in horror at the fading screen, then turned the expression to Pichu, "That was Lance!"

"So?" Pichu retorted, "Lance is a douche. I mean, come on? Dragons? If you want dragons, just go play WoW or something. Pokemon has electric mice. Which is why Red is way better. He at least has a Pikachu."

"No way!" Young Link countered, "Lance-"

"Shut up." Pichu interjected, "You're wrong. I don't care. Let's go save Zelda."

"Don't wanna!" Young Link exclaimed, crossing his arms and pouting.

"Marth's gone after Zelda." Pichu informed him.

Young Link leapt to his feet, "Let's go!"

I'll update again tomorrow (and I'll remember too!) Thanks for reading!