I'm forgetting to apologize for grammar, spelling, and misuse of word errors. I'm sorry. There. ;)
Sheik woke to her alarm and flipped out of bed before remembering she wasn't supposed to do any action moves outside training and brawls. She dressed more speedily than she had ever done and laughed, realizing it was Saturday and there was no necessity to get up.
"Unless I want to eat breakfast," she added to her reflection as she stared in the mirror. She pulled down her mask and stared at the red birthmark that spread over her chin and slightly up her left jaw. Deftly touching it, she returned the mask, and walked out of the room.
It was difficult to force herself to eat slowly. Zelda was chatting about making lots of new friends with the Emblem girls and with Peach and also saying how handsome Marth and Shulk were, and how interesting Zero Suit Samus was and…
"Did you call me interesting?" asked Zero Suit, stalking up to them to lean both hands on their table and look from face to face.
"She did," answered Sheik, regretting it a moment later.
"Why you think I'm interesting, weirdo?" snapped the blonde, tossing her shiny ponytail. "I mean, you're the one who's got the crazy hair style."
"Not any less crazy than your wacky bangs," retorted Zelda.
"What about that dress? Ugliest thing I ever saw!"
"Like you think you even could look pretty in your skin tight suit? It's repulsive!"
"And you have strange fire balls that come out of your hands and wacky black stockings!"
"And you have strange shoes and a beauty mark on your chin!"
Samus looked like she'd been slapped, but continued. "You've got ridiculous gloves and the strangest crown and necklace I've ever seen!"
"You're strange because you don't wear a necklace!" snapped Zelda, and hastily brushed a tear from her eye.
"You guys are getting into a useless cat fight," Sheik interrupted. "Samus, that necklace is Zelda's only remembrance of her grandmother and Zelda, Samus' beauty mark isn't called a beauty mark for no reason."
Sheik stood, tossed her plate in the garbage, and walked out of the room. Samus followed.
"Thanks, Sheik. That's the only issue I've ever struggled with, this beauty mark on my chin."
"It's pretty popular in some places," she answered nonchalantly. It was so tempting to show Samus her own 'issue' and have her comfort her. But she couldn't risk it.
"Where are you going?"
Sheik flinched and shrugged. "Oh… uh… I just wanted to see if Master Hand was in."
"Who's Master Hand? Is he one of those judge hand weird thingys?"
"I believe so," she answered, giving Samus a sideways glance. "And I'd watch the word 'weird'. They seem to be in charge of us, if you don't mind my making a random guess."
Samus smirked. "Right? I'll come with you."
"No, no, no!" Sheik's mind screamed, but she only shrugged, swallowed, and walked to the elevator. "Okay." It might be nice to have someone along, especially meeting a disembodied, floating white hand.
The elevator stopped at the fourth floor and Ness and Robin M got in.
"Hey, ladies," said Robin. "How's it going?"
"Did you guys eat already?" asked Samus.
"Yeah. Ness was too excited to eat much and I had a stomach ache last night, so I didn't feel like eating anything."
"Why'd you have a stomach ache? Is there a bug going around?" persisted Zero Suit, taking a step back.
Robin grimaced. "Not unless you count Wario as a bug. Creepiest fellow I ever saw."
"Did he bite you too?" asked Sheik.
Robin turned to her with wide eyes. "Yes! You as well? I'm so glad I'm not alone in this! Ugh, I hate him."
Sheik nodded and the doors opened on the third floor. She hesitated briefly, but stepped out and Samus followed.
"Training rooms are on the second floor," said Robin.
"We're going to see Master Hand," said Samus easily.
Ness and Robin exchanged glances and the doors shut on their confused looks as the two women walked down the hall.
"Room 64," said Sheik, nodding at the door, but she made no move to open it.
Neither did Samus, who glanced expectantly at her. "Scared?" she asked, but she was whispering.
Sheik licked her lips, shook her head, and walked forward to knock softly.
"Enter!"
Gulping Sheik pulled down the handle and pushed open the door into Master Hand's office.
He was leaning in a beanbag of sorts, his thumb resting on his desk, his index finger tapping something on a large screen in front of him.
"Hello. Sheik and Zero Suit Samus, isn't it. Pleasure. What can I do for you?" His voice didn't imply it was a pleasure to meet them or that he wanted to do anything for him, but it didn't sound angry and the words were formal enough.
"I just wanted to meet the boss," said Sheik, giving a weak, invisible smile beneath her mask.
"Interesting. I'm Master Hand and Crazy Hand is in the other room. Good day."
Sheik gave another fake smile and backed out with a curt nod of the head. Samus followed her and closed the door, letting out a deep breath as she did so.
"He needs to chill!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice. "Let's meet Crazy Hand. He sounds like a lot more fun."
"Done," answered Sheik, walking up to the next door and hastily knocking.
"Come on in!"
Sheik did so, trying not to grimace at this other hand. It looked deformed and the voice seemed to belong to that of an immature man who made trouble.
"Hey! You guys are smashers, aren't you? Came to say hello to the Crazy Hand? Nice to meet you!"
He hovered off his chair and put out his whole self. Sheik hesitantly put her hand in his large body and he shook and moved on to shake hands with Samus as well.
"What can I do for you girls? And aren't you two the cutest! Almost as cute as that Wii Fit Trainer."
"I'm cuter," said Samus, loftily, but grinning. "Besides, at least I have pupils."
Crazy Hand's silence showed he was not pleased and Samus' grin dissolved.
"Anything wrong with not having pupils, Zero Suit?" he snapped. "I certainly don't."
"Which begs the question," Sheik hastily interrupted, "of how do you see at all?"
"Who knows," he retorted. "But I can. Whatcha need?"
Samus glanced at Sheik who hastily thought up an answer, or question rather. "Uh, when are those glowing orbs going to be released so we can activate our final smash attacks?"
"Those smash balls? Oh, they come about on Monday. Don't worry about it."
Crazy Hand seemed to be cheerful again, and Sheik was glad she'd distracted him.
"No offense, but who chose you to be in charge? Not because you're bad or anything, but just because…"
"I'm a hand," he finished. She knew if he had a mouth, he would be grinning. "Well, why not? I liven things up. And I've been doing this for years. Actually, before this I used to be a Wii Fit Trainer. A guy of course."
Samus and Sheik stared. It explained why he seemed to have a preference for Wii Fit Trainer F, but… "And you got changed into a hand?" asked the incredulous Samus.
He laughed. "Oh no. Master Hand and I were both part of one guy, but… The authorities decided to make us the leaders of brawl, since we know a lot about the correct move sets and everything that makes people… the best."
Samus shook her head, confused. "That's crazy! They just cut of your… er, Wii Fit's hands and made you guys? I mean, first of all, wouldn't he… I don't know… still be around, except handless? Secondly, you guys can float. Thirdly, you can speak and hear and see, and lastly you guys are enormous! How big was Wii Fit Trainer in the first place?"
Sheik waited, cocking her head slightly, eyes narrowed. Was this Crazy Hand just being… crazy?
"They didn't want us to be completely helpless," he explained. "We can be regular except for our shape and form. Besides, there's nothing wrong with being different and unique. And Wii Fit Trainer was huge, let me tell you. After they made him grow that is. The female trainer and I would both have been here, but… they wanted to use him… to make us. He used to be normal, her size, they made him large, and then they cut off his hands."
"Oh, that makes sense," said Sheik quickly. "That's a cool story, Crazy Hand. Thank you for letting us know about the smash balls. I have to… get to the training room."
She turned and walked out, Samus giving the hand a smile and following.
"He creep you out or something, girl? And why did you say that made sense? It made no sense at all!"
"I'm fine," answered Sheik, folding her arms as they got into the elevator. "And of course it made sense. You think they got the hands from a mother hand or something?"
Samus raised her eyebrows, but shrugged and leaned against the wall as they went down a floor.
"He's more interesting than his… other hand," said Zero Suit, and then chuckled. "Oh, hey, sis!" She'd spotted her robotic covered sister down the hall and raced to catch up with her calling, "See ya later, Sheik!"
Sheik made no reply and softly entered the training room, sitting down on the nearest bench, and leaning back to think quietly, her eyes closed. She'd said to Crazy Hand that it had made perfect sense, but the truth was, it hadn't made any sense at all. Why would they enlarge the Wii Fit Trainer male and then cut off his hands in order to make them judges and leaders of Smash Bros? It was ridiculous. It seemed like Crazy Hand either knew more than he was telling, or didn't know the reason himself and was only saying what he knew. Whatever was happening, it was fishy.
"Hey, Sheik!" called Lucina, dashing up to her.
"Hi…" Sheik broke off as she spotted Link finish a flip and then walk over behind his 'date'.
"How's it going?" persisted the blue haired swordswoman, wiping her blue hair from her face. She was panting and her face was sweaty. So was Link's.
"Good," answered Sheik shortly. "What are you doing with Link?"
Lucina raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Link with a briefly worried expression before shrugging. "He's teaching me some new moves. Is that okay?"
"Sure," answered Sheik. "But I thought you were with Marth."
Link's face was turning a brighter red than it already was from his exercising. "Sheik, I'm just teaching Lucina some moves, we're not together because of this."
"He's lying," she murmured under her breath, but no one heard. "Oh sure," she nodded, shrugging. "Of course."
Lucina cast her a doubtful glance, but hesitantly returned to practice with Link.
Corrin M, Robin M, Peach, and the Wii Fit Trainer entered at that moment. Sheik settled back and watched them, but mostly the white skinned female with no pupils, as she twisted and kicked, punching the spongey pillars, blocking the soft balls that were hurled at her, and flipping deftly over a small line of bars before landing straight and tall.
Sheik narrowed her eyes and stood to join them. There was only one way to try to engage this strange woman.
"You doing it?" asked Peach, grinning. She was wearing an outfit similar to the Wii Fit Trainer's, except her tank top was pink. Sheik felt out of place next to the two females and Corrin and Robin, who both wore tight shirts that clearly showed their muscles and their sports shorts. She was wearing her normal uniform since she hadn't planned on training and she had planned on making a visit to the bosses of the Smash Mansion.
"Yep," she said shortly, nodding. She sprinted forwards, kicking and jabbing the pillars and balls in unison, each move a splitting copy of the last one. With a burst off her legs she leapt into the air and cleared the bars easily, landing in a crouch. Then she stood and walked over to the Trainer, who was calmly taking a sip from her professional looking water bottle.
"There's water fountains in the hall," said the woman.
Sheik couldn't tell if she was looking at her or not, but she ignored that fact and shook her head. "Not thirsty. You've got cool moves. How'd your brawls go the other day?"
"Good. I won a few times, lost a few times. Nothing special. Yours?"
"Good. Same thing." Sheik was sickened with the small talk already and hastily said, "I visited the two hands today to ask them about the smash balls."
"Those come on Monday."
"Oh, yeah. So they said. Did you already ask them?"
"No. I met them yesterday, though, after brawls."
"Oh. Not to flatter you, but Crazy Hand said you were pretty."
The Trainer paused briefly, but her face didn't change expression and Sheik couldn't tell what she took from her statement.
"Did he?" she finally said.
"Yes," answered Sheik, frustrated by the impossibility of trying to see what was going on inside her mind. Without proper eyes she couldn't tell anything about her, and the face never changed expression apart from the movements of her mouth as she talked.
"Oh." Wii Fit moved off and Sheik pressed her lips together, angry. How was she supposed to find anything out if she couldn't get a straight answer from an important character?
"Maybe I should drop it," she muttered as, head down, she walked out of the room.
"You leaving already?" asked Peach.
"Yeah. I have to change," returned Sheik, glancing behind her as the princess waved and then did a somersault. She turned back just in time to see Marth and Ike appear around a corner, Roy just following them.
"Going to train?" she asked, before she could stop herself.
Marth nodded.
"I suggest that room," she continued, though everything in her mind told her it wouldn't end happily. She pointed to where Peach and her friends were practicing. Behind the rock wall she knew Link and Lucina were practicing as well."
"Thank you," returned Marth politely, and led his friends in.
Sheik took a quick drink from the water fountains Wii Fit had mentioned and hastily dashed over to the stairs. She took them four at a time, all the way down to the first floor, and sped down the hall.
"Speedy!" called a voice.
Sheik skidded to a stop in front of her door, key in hand, and turned as a blue whiz streaked towards her, stopping a few feet away.
"I'm Sonic."
"Pleased to meet you."
"I like meeting fast people too."
Sheik smirked behind her mask. This Sonic character talked as fast as he ran it seemed.
He raised one foot, which wore a large, round, red sneaker. "These babies are great."
"Sneakers don't make you fast," she argued briefly.
"No. But they can help," he added. "I got these five years ago and they grow with my feet as I grow. Mama Hedgehog saved up her money for years to get them for me. She's pretty happy that I'm in Smash Bros now. And when the televised brawls start, I'll get plenty of money to send over and pay her back."
"Televised brawls?" gasped Sheik.
"Boy, are you clueless. Didn't you know they start on Monday?"
Sheik had known, in the back of her mind, that the brawls would be videoed and saved, but somehow it hadn't struck her that they would be… celebrities perhaps.
"Will we get fan mail?" She wanted to bite her tongue off for that stupid remark, but his answer came back speedily and he didn't seem to notice the awkwardness of it.
"Oh, I bet. People will probably beg for our secrets and ask us to send them autographs, and all that sort of stuff. I bet you could probably sell one of your masks for loads of money when you get famous. And these sneakers will triple in value! I should set up a contract with some store holders." He grinned. "Bye."
He was gone in a dash of blue and Sheik, blinking dazedly, opened her door, entered, and lay back on her bed. "Too much to think about. What's most important?" She wasn't sure. Preparing herself for being potentially mobbed was important. But so was changing out of her suit and into something more practical. She got up and began to change, again trying to figure out what to focus on. The interesting Wii Fit Trainer turning into hands dilemma was baffling, but she wasn't sure how important it was. Then again, if the authorities did that, who knew what else they would do. They might take yours truly, enlarge her, and cut off her feet or something similar.
Blanching and gagging, she brushed out her hair, braided it again, and pulled on a tight mask. This one was more like an elastic ski hood, and was comfortably tight.
Sheik's outfits are kinda cool, yes?