Disclaimer: I own not the games of the following series: Final Fantasy & Supersmash Bros. I just threw the character names into a blender and out came the combination.
Author's Note/MiniRant/Warning:I'm sorry this took so long to update! T.T My life got a bit hectic, but here's another chapter for you (the reader), all thanks to NaNoWriMo and my muses being a pain. I may bash Marth and Roy a bit…and Zelda/Sheik and Link are just a tad bit OOC in m opinion but, whatever. ^.^* Also, please don't give me the whole "Sheik is Zelda, so therefore Sheik is a girl" speech. I've heard a ton of arguments, (and personally I believe Sheik is a male and has a separate body) but for this case I'm leaving it up to the reader to decide what gender the identity of Sheik is. Seriously, unless you try it yourself, it's not easy to write about a character without referring to gender identities. Anyways, I'm glad I can make people laugh, even if my endings sometimes kinda suck ^.^*…so please read/enjoy/review! Flames will be used to roast my giant bag of marshmallows. ^.^ ~AnimeStars (aka: Chibi)
PS: If anyone can tell me how to fix this STUPID line spacing issue I would be EXTREMELY grateful
Chapter Two: A Closet Case of Embarrassment
The first thought that went through Marth's head when he entered Princess Zelda's bedroom with Roy was that it was very pink. The second was that if they were caught in there they would be used in the next target practice; as the targets rather than as competitors. He had tried talking Roy out of this insane idea of his for an hour. It hadn't worked, and he wanted to try one last time before they got in over their heads.
"Roy, this is a really bad idea." He said to the redhead. "A really bad idea. Forget the bet, let's just get out of here before anyone catches us."
"No way. I'm not leaving 'till I get proof to win the bet. Captain Falcon said that Zelda has no idea about Sheik. I'm gonna prove him wrong. Now help me look around. It'll go quicker that way."
Marth shook his head. "Where exactly do you think you'll find anything? This room is really pink. I highly doubt it'll be easy to find anything related to Sheik in here."
"Just look for anything related to Sheik. Even a diary entry or whatever." The red head had busied himself look under the bed.
Marth sighed, shaking his head again. He decided to play along for a bit, but there were some lines he wouldn't cross. If Roy even tried to peek into Zelda's clothes, Marth would kill his friend himself. For now though he sat down at the desk and looked through the contents of the top drawer. There was stationary, a few books, some pens, quills, and vials of various colors of ink. The next drawer held much of the same. How many different kinds of stationary did Princess Zelda actually use? He looked over at Roy, who had moved to look above the canopy on the bed. The redhead was obviously not having any luck either.
Having no luck at the desk, Marth walked over to the window seat, opening it to search through the contents. He found nothing but books on spells, Hyrule's history, as well as some romance novels. Roy was not having any better luck. He found nothing above or below the bed, and the trunk in front of the bed was locked. He rattled the lock and then looked over at Marth.
"Hey, do you think she keeps something related to Sheik in here? It's locked."
Marth paused looking at the many bottles and jars on Zelda's bureau to turn and face Roy. "Don't open it. If it's locked it'll have to stay locked. We've already spent enough time in here as it is, we should leave."
"Why such a worry wart, Marth? What's the worst that could happen?" Roy regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, for voices sounded outside in the hallway.
Grabbing Roy, Marth pulled them into the only escape that he could find quickly, the closet. He shut the door to it as the bedroom door opened, Zelda and Link walking inside.
"Well at least we were alone this time." Link said, chuckling.
"Quiet, Hero. Do you really think this is funny?" It was Zelda's voice, but the speech used was different
Marth and Roy looked at each other, eyes wide. Marth mouthed that they had to be silent, or else they would be discovered. He just hoped that neither Zelda nor Link decided to open the closet door. They heard someone shuffle about, assuming it was Link, who rarely talked.
"Whatever, just hurry up and unzip this horrid dress."
Link's boot steps sounded as he walked over to Zelda, then paused. There was the soft sound of a zipper, a rustling of clothes, and then a relieved sigh. By this point the color of Roy's face was almost the same shade of red as his hair. Marth was squeezing his eyes shut, and tried not to listen to what else was going on, but he failed.
"Much better. I hate wearing gowns. I don't know how she likes wearing them." Zelda said as the two hidden in the closet heard Link step towards their hiding space.
"Though these things get in the way. I don't like having them on me. Maybe I should leave Her Highness a note saying to get rid of them. Or at least make them smaller."
Marth's eyes flung open at the use of the title. That meant that it wasn't Zelda talking, but yet it was Zelda's voice they were hearing. He didn't like not being able to see what was going on. Being shut up in the dark made things even more confusing.
"I like them, they're nice." Link said, moving restlessly.
"You just like to look at them. I certainly don't. They feel weird."
"You say that about a lot of things though. Including me." Link said, and leaned against the closet door with a thump.
"You don't feel weird, Hero. You are weird. You have no problem with your younger self running about in this place. You also rarely, if ever, talk in front of someone besides the princess, your younger self and Ganondorf. You're even fine with me."
"Does it matter? You're you. Nothing can really change that. At least that's what Zelda said." There was a distinct sound of metal clinking together as Link walked away from the closet.
"Hey, what are you- oomph."
"Try looking at these ones then."
There was a brief pause then Zelda started humming. "Hmm. How do they look then, Hero?"
"They suit you. Though I don't think Zelda will like them."
"I don't care what Zelda thinks. Right now I'm the one in control of the body, so I should be able to have some say. And it's downright strange to share a body, especially when no one else understands."
"That's because for others, you don't even exist." Link said softly, taking a few steps away.
"Do I exist for you?" Zelda asked, and was met with silence.
Marth bit back a grunt as Roy stepped on his foot. He glared at Roy, who mouthed back to him that if they could just record this conversation, or take a picture they could have proof to win the bet. Marth shook his head, and accidently knocked it into the wall. Thankfully the noise was covered because Zelda, or rather Sheik, had started talking again.
"You don't even know how to answer that question do you?" Sheik said, and was answered yet again by silence, which was broken by a sigh. "I sometimes forget, even though you're appear to be older, you still have the mindset of a child sometimes."
Link's boot steps sounded again and there was more rustling of fabric. "I don't like that you and Zelda share the same body either, Sheik. It confuses me even more when I never know which one of you I'm talking to."
"Link, wanna know which one of us is in charge right now? Come here."
Without warning Roy ran out of the closet screaming. "I can't take this anymore!"
Marth however, took a moment and then gracefully stepped out; looking over at the couple whose conversation they had eavesdropped on. Link was in his normal green tunic and hat standing in front of Zelda. The Princess of Hyrule was sitting on the pink bed spread, looking very calmly at the unwanted intruders as a hand smoothed out the purple tunic and brown pants she was wearing. The shoes were pink flats, which Marth assumed went with the gown that was in a pile on the floor. The blue haired man gulped and then bowed quickly.
"Well, I'll be…uh, leaving you now. I think I may have to go stop Roy from injuring himself."
Zelda/Sheik started playing with the silver hooped earrings that looked very similar to Link's saying nothing for a moment. Then standing, spoke calmly. "How long were you in the closet?"
Marth blushed and tried to get his mouth to form some sort of verbal answer. "Uh, you know. Most guys like looking at them, and as yours are small already you shouldn't make them any smaller, or bind them. If you do you may look like a boy."
The couple looked at each other, and then turned to face Marth. It was Zelda/Sheik who talked, as Link had lapsed into silence again. "What are you talking about?"
Marth looked at the wall, not wanting to look either elf in the eyes. "Um. Your…uh. Your chest?"
"You were in my closet think Link and I were discussing..." Zelda/Sheik's face reddened. "Get. Out." It was said softly, calmly.
Link motioned to the door, which Marth ran out from. The Hylians waited a beat before erupting into laughter.
"You did a good job, Zelda." Link said, once he caught his breath.
"Who said I was Zelda?" The body was indeed Zelda's, but the eyes were red.
"Oh." The hero replied, taking a few steps towards the door. "…Sorry…" He murmured, stepping out and closing the door.
The figure blinked, and then reached up taking out the red contact lenses. The Princess of Hyrule smiled to herself, and then looked over at the shadows that were in the corner. "They really didn't realize we knew that they were closet from the beginning…and that you really are a separate person from me.
"No." Sheik whispered from the hiding spot, taking a few steps forward towards the princess. "I also don't think anyone will understand our relationship, so long as you keep pretending to be me, though I'm more than happy playing your shadow."