So here it is. The final chapter. The resolution. Thanks to all of you who have been keeping up with this fic, and sorry it took me so long to finish (if any of you are left from when I first published it). And thanks SO much for the reviews! They're what kept me going!

Enjoy!

"I wanted to give him a beating." Marth said with a sigh, "Not get him killed."

"I didn't kill him." Zelda replied sweetly, gesturing to a sheet that separated the hospital beds. She rose her voice, "You're not dead, are you Roy?"

There was a pained groan in reply. Zelda smiled at Marth, "See? Perfectly not dead."

Marth leaned against his pillows and gave Zelda a tired look. While she'd been almost murdering his brother, the others had brought him to the clinic. Around ten minutes after he'd been settled in, Mewtwo and Zelda arrived with an unconscious Roy.

That was yesterday. Today, Marth wanted to get back to his apartment, but the doctor insisted he needed another day for his head to fully heal.

"Zelda!" came a cry from the clinic entrance.

"My love!" came a cry from the same direction.

"Marth!" came another cry.

"Buyoo!" came a last cry.

Roy groaned in pain. Marth groaned for another reason altogether.

Those reasons were soon in front of his bed, looking far too cheerful for people who didn't drink coffee.

"Congratulations Zelda!" Pichu said, bouncing happily onto the Princess's lap, waving her arms about excitedly, "You're the new Smash Stadium Champion!"

Zelda smiled and patted Pichu on the head, "Thank you, Pichu. How did the betting shop turn out?"

Pichu's eyes glinted as a wide, mischievous grin spread across the pokemon's face, "It went excellently."

"Marth!" Young Link cried out again, pushing past Zelda who was in a chair next to the bed and throwing his arms around Marth's neck, "Are you alright?"

"No." Marth replied flatly, pushing the boy off of him.

Young Link refused to budge, distress seeping into his voice, "Your not? Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes." Marth replied, "Go outside and wait there for fifteen minutes in absolute silence."

And so Young Link disentangled himself and obeyed.

Marth turned to Link, "Any chance you'd do the same?"

"Go to hell." Link replied, then turning to Zelda with a cheery smile, "Congratulations, my love! I think this would be the ideal time to inform you of our engage-"

"Link." Zelda said calmly, "Go out in the hall and wait with your brother. And be quiet."

"Yes my love." Link sighed, slinking after his brother.

Kirby looked from Zelda to Link, then observed forlornly, "Buyoo...?"

"No Kirby." Zelda said with a smile, "You can stay."

"Buyoo!" Kirby exclaimed cheerfully.

"Oh!" Pichu said, seeming to remember something as she jumped off Zelda's lap, "I forgot to tell Young Link he won't be getting back the money he bet. I'll see you guys later!"

Just as Pichu began waddling away, she paused and extracted something from her backpack. Turning back she strained her arm to try and pass the object to Marth who, taking pity on her, leaned forward and accepted it.

Pichu beamed, "Those are all the prints, so don't worry!"

Having said this, the pokemon toddled off while Marth, frowning, opened what was actually an envelope and pulled out several pictures.

Marth stared at them in horror. They were copies of the same picture Pichu had given Marth when she demanded he help her get rid of Kirby.

He stuffed them back in the envelope before Zelda could see and shoved it towards her, "Burn it."

Zelda gave him a puzzled look, "What-"

"Burn it." Marth hissed, so Zelda shrugged, took the enevelope and walked over to the garbage can on the other side of Marth's bed.

"Buyoo?" Kirby asked, but Zelda just shook her head at him. Whatever it was, Marth didn't want to talk about it.

So, back to Marth, she set the envelope on fire and dropped it in the trash can.

A moment later, Mewtwo swanned into the clinic, jigglypuff secretaries in his wake. He came to Marth's bed and stopped, setting his sights on Kirby.

"You and I must have a talk." Mewtwo informed him, "Could you perhaps wait in my- er- Master Hand's office?"

"Buyoo?" Kirby asked with a small frown.

"It's alright Kirby." Zelda reassured him, then to Mewtwo, "It is alright, isn't it? Kirby did help get us out after all."

"Of course, of course." Mewtwo said, waving a hand dismissively, "We simply want to get Kirby registered as an official Smasher. It seems he was on his way to the registration and ended up in the wrong place at, well, the wrong time, shall we say."

Mewtwo turned to Kirby, "My- er- Master Hand's secretaries will escort you to my- his office." Mewtwo waited a moment, then sent his secretaries a withering glare, "WHY AREN'T YOU ESCORTING?"

With a simultaneous "eep!" they started shuffling Kirby out the door.

"Now that we're alone..." Mewtwo began, then cleared his throat. When he opened his eyes, they were glowing purple, "DETENTION! FOR ALL OF YOU!"

On the other side of the sheet, Roy groaned.

"YOU TOO!" Mewtwo roared.

"Why?" Zelda demanded, glaring at Mewtwo, "What did we do?"

"'WHAT DID YOU DO'?' Mewtwo echoed much louder than the original voice, "YOU WENT AGAINST THE RULES!

"YOU!" Mewtwo jabbed a finger at Marth, "You left the grounds AGAINST MY PERMISSION!

"AND YOU!" Mewtwo yelled, finger swinging over to Zelda, "You KOed someone OUTSIDE OF THE ARENA!"

"What about me?" Roy choked out, his voice faint.

Mewtwo ignored him and crossed his arms, "Of course, the other three shall be receiving detention as well. I'll let you all know when and where your individual detentions will take place."

Marth blinked lazily at Mewtwo, "Yeah, sure. Can I go home now?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Mewtwo roared, "IF ANYONE DIES ON MY WATCH I'LL BE FIRED!"

Marth raised an eyebrow at him, then pressed, "What about tomorrow?"

"I SAID NO!" Mewtwo hollered, "DOCTOR'S FINAL ORDER!"

Marth sighed and sat back. Another day? Well, at least Mewtwo filling in for Master Hand meant he wasn't likely to be in the clinic during that time. Mewtwo hated being the doctor as much as everyone else hated him being the doctor.

It really was the opportune time to have a concussion.

Mewtwo took a moment to give both Zelda and Marth his attempt at an intimidating glare and floated away.

"What about-" Roy tried to ask, only to cut himself off with a half gagging, half gurgling sound.

No one went to check on him.

Zelda flopped into her chair beside Marth's bed with a groan, "I really hope Master Hand comes back before our 'detentions'."

"As long as it's after I get out of here." Marth grumbled, shifting in irritation at the thought of Mewtwo returning to the clinic while he was still there.

Zelda glanced at him, bit her lip, and glanced at him again.

"What?" Marth demanded, scowling at her, "If you want to leave, then leave. I have my brother's corpse for company."

"I didn't kill him." Zelda snapped again, only to catch Marth smiling in amusement at her defensive tone.

Zelda crossed her legs and arms and sat back in her chair, "Maybe I am wasting my time here."

"Then leave." Marth replied, "I just said you could."

Zelda shifted again, obviously uncomfortable. Marth was just about to give up on getting a response when she said, "I'm sorry, ok?"

Marth stared at her. Openly stared. Zelda shifted again, then glared at him.

"Why?" Marth found himself asking, too stunned to really pay attention to his words.

Zelda looked like she wanted to tear her hair out, "I don't know... for being mean, or whatever it was that made you go quiet back in the dungeon."

"You're sorry... for being mean?" Marth repeated, wide-eyed. Zelda didn't say anything. "So basically," Marth summed up, "You're sorry for speaking."

Zelda whirled on him, about to hit him upside the head when she saw the bandage and remembered why and how it had gotten there. She slowly lowered her arm, "You're lucky you're injured."

Marth couldn't help a snort, "That's not what I would call it, but if that saves me from getting killed-"

"I didn't kill Roy!" Zelda persisted.

"-Then I suppose I'm lucky." When Marth finished with a grin, Zelda glared away, trying to hide her own grin with her hair.

That's when Link popped up from the foot of the bed, brandishing a finger at Marth, "Don't you dare!"

Marth scowled at him, "Why aren't you in the hall?"

That's when Young Link appeared next to his brother, close to tears, "I can't believe you Marth!"

"Why aren't you in the hall?" Marth asked.

Pichu was suddenly on Link's head, having climbed up his back, where she settled while muttering, "God this hat is stupid." then extracted a camera and focussed on Marth and Zelda, "Go on."

"No!" Link yelled, covering the camera with one hand and continuing to point at Marth with another, "Devil! Demon!"

While Young Link pointed at Zelda... "She-Devil! She-Demon"

Zelda sighed while Marth frowned at the trio, "What exactly is going on?"

That's when the sheets separating Roy's bed were thrown back, revealing the redhead himself, leaning on an IV stand.

"See." Zelda said, "Perfectly not dead."

"'What exactly is going on?' you ask." Roy said, shuffling over with a grin, "Why you see, my dear elder brother, it's the mood that's going on. A very key mood for progressing a relationship. One that tends to lead to a kiss or something romantic of the like. And might I add that the relationship you two share," and here he indicated Zelda and Marth, "Very much needs progression."

While the trio nodded in agreement to the explanation, then the Links of the trio started shaking their heads at the thought of progression, Marth and Zelda remained eerily quiet.

"Zelda," Marth finally said, "You can kill him now."

And so she did.

There you have it! Sorry if there was any fluff (I'm not really good at defining when I have and haven't included it). So like I mentioned last chapter there's still the epilogue, but that's just tying up some loose ends. I'll post it tomorrow, I'd say. If not tomorrow then the day after, but I will post it, I've decided. Anyways, thanks for reading! :)