Here you go guys: the Epilogue. While posting this I found myself thinking of mini whisks. They're rather adorable. Aren't mini things always adorable? Just cute for no particular reason? If you ever want you're own cute sidekick, I suggest a mini whisk.

Now, if you're wondering how that's relevant to the story, it simply isn't.

Enjoy!

Zelda stood outside the clinic later that day, holding a coffee she'd bought Marth from the cafeteria. Of course Marth was paying for it- not that he knew, though he'd probably wonder where his wallet had gone when he got home. Zelda was fine with getting the coffee, she just wasn't going to pay for it.

Especially since the price had gone up, yet again. This time, apparently, it was to cover Mewtwo's 'Weight Watchers' payments.

Zelda paused outside the door to the clinic, remembering something. Laying the cup on a nearby gurney (which was, by the way, possessed, but hated coffee so it didn't wheel away with it but stayed perfectly still in horror) she extracted the envelope from her dress.

Yes, it had looked like she'd set the envelope on fire, but she could never have brought herself to dispose of something that caused Marth so much discomfort.

Slipping one of the pictures out of the envelope, Zelda stared at it for a very, very long moment.

In the picture was Marth, wrapped in a blanket on a sofa, looking incredibly comfortable, with a cup of coffee and a book. Wearing glasses.

Zelda burst out laughing and didn't stop until Marth, roused by the noise, came out to find her teary eyed on the floor.

At first he'd thought she'd finally lost her mind, then he saw the picture and the colour drained from his face.

When Zelda looked up and spotted Marth, she only laughed harder. "You wear glasses!" she choked out between laughs, "You wear glasses!"

"Reading glasses!" Marth spluttered, his face quickly going from white to red. His voice rose, "Oh come on, Zelda! It's not that funny!"

"I'm dying!" Zelda exclaimed, arms wrapped around her stomach. Marth gave her a very unappreciative, dark look which she didn't even notice.

"I hate you." Marth grumbled, turning around and disappearing back into the clinic.

"Wait! Marth!" Zelda gasped between laughs, "Your coffee!"

"I don't want the coffee!" Marth snapped over his shoulder.

Zelda froze, her laughter draining away.

A moment later, Marth returned to the hallway, strode to the gurney and picked up his coffee. As he walked past Zelda he stopped and glared at her, "I changed my mind."

After he disappeared back into the clinic, Zelda started laughing again. Marth would always be Marth.

But sometimes Marth would be Marth with glasses.

Zelda pocketed the photo, fully intending to put it on her wall, and tried to suppress the laughter long enough to enter the clinic.

That's when a very grumpy Mewtwo floated down the hall. Spotting Zelda, he glowered at her, hissing "Master Hand's back." and disappeared into the clinic.

Zelda only laughed harder.

-(space)-

Ganondorf sat in the detention room, stealing glances at the Wire Frame guards now and again. He tried not to shiver at the memory of their battle.

He hadn't survived a minute.

"Ganon? Ganondorf, is that you?"

Glancing up at the voice, Ganondorf found a familiar figure approaching him.

"Bowser?" Ganondorf asked with wide-eyes.

The Koopa King nodded, lips trembling, "It's good to see you."

Ganondorf blinked back tears, "It's good to see you too."

For a moment, the evil lords didn't know what to do. Then Bowser took a step forward, and Ganondorf opened his arms.

The two villains hugged for a long time. When they finally stepped back, their eyes were shining and their smiles were warm.

"Friends again?" Bowser asked.

"Always." Ganondorf replied.

And so the two sat in comradely silence.

"Hey Ganon?" Bowser asked.

Ganondorf turned to him with a smile, "Yes Bowsie?"

"Now that we're friends again, will you tell me your real hair colour?"

Ganondorf frowned lightly, "But I already told you. This is my real hair colour."

Now Bowser frowned too, "We're friends again. You can tell me the truth."

Ganondorf's eyes narrowed, "I have been telling you the truth."

Bowser's gaze slanted as well, "Really, Ganondorf, this continued charade isn't very becoming."

Ganondorf leapt to his feet and yelled, "WHO'S PLAYING A CHARADE?"

And from that point on, the silence (if there had been any amongst the clashing and roaring) wasn't comradely at all.

There you guys have it! It's all done!

Let me know what you think, and thanks so very much to those of you who have/plan too. You're all fantastic! (get the unintended pun? :P)

And on that note, thanks for reading, and: The End. ;)