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Title: "This is How Ninja Throw Snowballs"
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: Don't mess with a ninja when there's snow on the ground. You may just get a load of snow aimed at your head.
Word Count: 343 words
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Pairing(s): Misao/Aoshi
Genre(s): General
Fic Type: One shot
Warning(s): None, I don't think.
Disclaimer: Don't own RuroKen, it belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki.
Notes: For Manna's microfic drabble request thing. She wanted Misao and Aoshi in a snowball fight, so she got one. Sorta. XD

Misao crouched behind a covering of bushes by the Kamiya Dojo and eyed her target carefully. Scooping up some freshly fallen snow, she compacted it in her hands and made a decent sized ball from it. She grinned wickedly as her target sipped at the tea Kenshin offered, completely unaware of her plans. Blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, she calculated just where she wanted to hit her 'prey', all the while compacting the ball further. Carefully, she set the ball down by her feet and created another and another until she had a whole arsenal of them.
A good ninja is always prepared for battle, she thought as she took an arm-full of the snowballs.

Her target still in her line of sight, Misao jumped from the bushes and threw the snowball.
Splat.
Something cold and very wet hit the back of Aoshi's head. Blinking thrice, he very calmly placed his tea down on the table, wiped the back of his head, and looked behind him to see who threw the very cold and very wet projectile at him.
Misao quickly hid back behind the bushes, her load of snowballs close at hand in case of retaliation.
"Is something wrong, Aoshi-san?" Kenshin gave him a look of concern and then turned his gaze to the rustling bushes.
"...Something in the bushes," was all Aoshi said as he scooped up some snow.

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Current Music: Pink - So What

Title: "Roses are Red"
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: I'm embarrassed enough, just take the roses so I can go back inside!
Word Count: 945 words
Fandom: Sukisho!
Pairing(s): Sora Hashiba/Sunao Fujimori
Genre(s): Romance
Fic Type: One shot
Warning(s): Fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sukisho!. It belongs to Platinum Label.

"Well you certainly look happy."

Sora looked up to see Matsuri walking closer to the bench and blinked.
"If this is about one of those stupid jobs," Sora muttered, narrowing his eyes as his head rested on his hands, "then I'm not interested." He turned away and stared at an object in the distance. Matsuri laughed and sat down next to the bluenette, patting him on the back.
"Well, speaking of work," Matsuri said, "you could give something to Nao-kun for Valentine's Day, you know."
Sora made a noncommittal grunt and Matsuri frowned.
"You do realise today is the Holiday of Love, right?"
"I know," Sora muttered, eyes still fixed on the object. "But I'm not the romantic type. And it's not like Fujimori would want anything."

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Current Music: E Nomine - Der Ring der Nibelungen

I am no longer posting Melee fanfiction here. If you want to see future updates to Melee Academy (or any other Melee fics), please go to

dear_disclaimer.

This'll be more for an archive for my old crap fics than anything else. Just for nostalgic purposes.

Current Music: Snow Patrol - Make This Go On Forever

"Has anyone seen Roy?"

Peach looked up from making a cake to see a semi-disheveled Marth in the kitchen doorway.

"No," the blonde princess said. "I haven't seen him since five this morning. He asked for tea, and then went back upstairs."

Marth thought for a moment.

"Did he say where he was going?"

Peach placed the cake into the oven and wiped her hands on a towel.

"He didn't mention anything, no."

Marth thanked her and left the kitchen, walking instead to the corridor that lead to the stairs of the second floors of The Manse. Placing a hand on the banister and a foot on the bottom step, he thought of all the places Roy would go on a Sunday morning. Picking one of the possible places (and there were quite a few), the pajama-bedecked prince briskly walked up the stairs and went through the left door--the door that lead to the male dormitories.

He walked through the open door to his room, opened the middle drawer of his dresser, and searched for something more suitable to wear. Finding a white dress shirt half-buttoned up (probably from his uniform, one would guess) and jeans, he pulled off his periwinkle coloured PJ top and folded it neatly for later use. Pulling his head through the clean shirt and letting the cloth bunch up around his neck, he slipped out of his bottoms and nearly tripped over the pant leg. Regaining his balance, he grabbed a pair of jeans from the back of his chair, disentangled himself from the silken pants, and slipped the denim pants on, all the while the door was half -open; Marth knew someone would possibly barge in, but he didn't care--he was decent, for the most part anyway--and got his arms through the arm holes in his shirt. He was too lazy to find some suitable footwear and instead slipped back into his slippers. Closing the drawer and placing his sleepwear neatly on his bed, he walked out the door, exited the dorms, and walked up the single stairwell across from the dorms to the third floor, which housed a rather large library.

He looked through the rectangular shaped window in the door and saw no one was in there (that he could see, anyway, as his line of sight wasn't very large), but he decided to enter anyway. Roy had a habit of hiding behind one of the bookcases with a large stack of books in his hands and several more under his arm.

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Current Music: Vanessa Carlton - Ordinary Day

Title: "Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: Melee Academy is like any other all boys' school. Marth, Roy, and Link are three friends who go there, and though their principal fell off his rocker and can't quite get back up, it's as normal as can be. At least, they think it is.
Word Count: 6571 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): Marth/Roy, Marth/Sheeda
Genre(s): General/Romance
Fic Type: Work in Progress
Warning(s): Marth and Roy neck and make out. There's also some not-described gropage. And they shared a bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Brothers Melee. It belongs to Hal Laboratories/Nintendo. I do not own the Nintendo DS, that belongs to Nintendo. I don't own the songs "Cry for the Dream", “Spiritualize”, "Ending in Tradegy", "Perfect Situation", or “Dreams Come True”. They belong to Hikaru Midorikawa, New Found Glory, Weezer, and S.E.S., respectively. No profit is being made from this story, it's just for fun. Stephen Alvarez, Nicholas Ryan Pickel/Nicholas Leon Redfield, and Gary Stu Wesker are original characters created by me for this story. Kweenetra belongs to my good friend, Quikil. Elice (Marth's sister) belongs to Nintendo.
Notes: This took two days and two drafts. The second draft it what you saw before (the unfinished version, yes). The first one was nothing like this.

Link's cell phone alarm went off, playing "Everytime We Touch" at a low volume, signifying Link needed to get his rear in motion for the school day. When he picked the small and grey phone to turn his alarm off, he saw it went off five minutes late. Kicking the dark green covers aside, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran down the hall to the laundry room to see if his clothes were washed from when he put them in last night. Seeing as they were clean, he popped them into the dryer and put it on its quick cycle.

Marth, meanwhile, was sleeping soundly in his bed and turned onto his side, wrapping his arm around the figure next to him in his bed, who cuddled up to him in turn. Just as his alarm went off, the door to the bedroom he and Roy shared violently swung open, and on the other side of it was Link, wearing pajama bottoms and a semi-ironed dressed shirt, surveying the yellow-painted room and saw Marth sit up--or attempt to--so he could turn his alarm off. Marth, who was just disentangling himself from the person by his side, noticed the blond standing in his doorway.

"...I was gonna wake you up," Link said, holding what looked like a milk bottle in his hand, "but it looks like you took care of that for me."
Marth hit the snooze button on his alarm and felt around for his tiara on the nightstand, rubbing his face as he did so.
"Don't you ever knock?" Marth said as he placed the bejeweled headpiece into his hair.
Link stared at Marth.
"...Am I supposed to?" the blond asked. "No one in Kokiri Forest said you had to knock before entering."
Marth simply sighed and left his bed so he could get dressed.

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Current Music: Fushigi Yuugi - Dreams Come True

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"So I have our list of songs for the Talent Show," Link said as Marth and Roy came down for breakfast as he fastened his tie around his head, slipped it through the loop, and then tightened it.
"I'm sorry," Roy said, looking at Link, "did you just say our list of songs?"
"Yes," Link said, biting into his cold and stale toast. "...What's wrong?"
Roy gave him a look that read, "what are you smoking?"
"First off, whatever happened to Battle of the Bands?"
"They switched the dates for the Talent Show and Battle of the Bands," Link replied.
"Second of all, you're not making us do any stupid Backstreet Boys songs or N'Sync or whatever other boybands you listen to, are you?" Roy asked, looking in the fridge for something to munch on. He found a pear, went over to the sink to wash it off, and bit into it, savouring the sweet taste.
"No, no Backstreet Boys, though they were on the original list thingy."
"They call it a set list," Marth replied, thumbing through the newspaper. "And what, pray tell, is on it?"

Link sat at the table and unfolded a flimsy sheet of paper that looked as if it were folded over and over fifty thousand times, put through the washing machine, and left to ferment for about a week.
"...You've got a lot of Paramore songs on here," Roy remarked as he peeked at the list over the blond's shoulder. "I mean, you've got 'Pressure' and 'Let the Flames Begin' and...what does that say?"
"That?" Link asked, pointing at what looked like "peanut butter" on the sheet. "That says 'Hallelujah'."
"...You have sappy love songs on here, too," Marth said, bringing the disgusting paper over to him by means of his fork. "'Insatiable'? 'Hey There Delilah'? Link, are you trying to tell us something?"

Link did not understand what Marth was trying to ask, shrugged, and took the set list back.
"...So! Does anyone want to pick first?"
If there were crickets in the kitchen of The Manse, they would have been chirping. Seeing as there were no crickets, a long silence followed instead.
"Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?"
Roy sighed and looked over the list of songs, which numbered up to at least one hundred (Link was rather bored one day in Geometry).
"How many songs are we allowed to sing?"
Link looked over the rules, which he had written down on a ripped up sheet of paper.
"Three," came the reply.

"In that case," Roy said, "I'll pick 'Far Away' by Nickelback for my first choice." Link wrote it down on a separate piece of paper.
"What about you, Marth?" Link asked, nudging the swordsman in the ribs, "What're you gonna wow the audience with?"
Marth scanned the list with indifference.
"I'm not really much of a singer," the prince said, folding his arms.
"Nonsense," Link replied, picking a song for the tiara-wearing male. "How's 'Cry for the Dream' sound?"
Marth just stared at him.
"You're honestly trying to kill me, aren't you?"
Link sat back in his chair.
"There's nothing wrong with 'Cry for the Dream'!"
"It's an anime song."
Link crossed his arms.
"So what?"

Roy blocked the sounds of their arguing out to look at the set list once again.
"I think I'll also take 'Let the Flames Begin' by Paramore and 'Little Death' by Plus 44." The blond stopped arguing long enough to write down Roy's other choices.
"Pick the other two songs, Marthy," Link said, smirking.
"Honestly, Link," Marth said, "none of these songs are even in my singing range."
"'Ending in Tragedy?'"
"Whatever," Marth replied, not caring about the Talent Show anymore.
"And...'Perfect Situation'," Link said, scribbling the forced-to-sing melodies down.

"What are you singing then, huh?" Roy asked, still munching on the pear.
"'Fer Sure', 'Chasing Cars', and...'Incomplete'."
Roy stared at him blankly.
"Well, at least you're the only one singing Bee Ess Bee," the red head remarked. "So when are we practising for this?"
"After school today," Link replied, staring at his watch. "It's seven fifty," he remarked. "We might want to be on our merry way."

Roy took his lunch money from the counter, Marth took his bagged lunch, and Link took his Sponge Bob lunch box as they walked out the door for another not-very-exciting-in-the-least school day.

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Current Music: Paramore - Let The Flames Begin

Title: "Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: Melee Academy is like any other all boys' school. Marth, Roy, and Link are three friends who go there, and though their principal fell off his rocker and can't quite get back up, it's as normal as can be. At least, they think it is.
Word Count: 6073 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): Marth/Roy, Marth/Sheeda, Roy/Lilina, Link/Zelda
Genre(s): General/Romance
Fic Type: Work in Progress
Warning(s): Light, fluffy slash.
Disclaimer: Super Smash Brothers Melee is not mine. It belongs to Hal Laboratories/Nintendo. I don't own Sukisho! or Toshizou. Or any of the songs mentioned/featured in this fic. They belong to their respective artists. Also don't own Fire Emblem: Fuuin no Tsurugi or Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken or Fire Emblem: Souen no Kiseki. They belong to Intelligent Systems/Nintendo. The Nintendo DS belongs to Nintendo. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. I only created Nicholas, Stephen, Gary, and Kweenetra.
Notes: I hammered this one out in about four hours. It only took twelve pages.

"Kick off your stilettos
kick off your stilettos
and fuck me in the backseat
fuck me in the backseat."
Marth knew from the one time he had to use Roy's computer that his music tastes were very eclectic, but he never expected to be woken up to some song about screwing people in the backseat of their car. Or, when he sat up in his bed, to see Roy half naked and dancing around to it while going about his morning routine.

"This is how the beat drops
this is how the beat drops (I wanna see your panties drop girl)."
Marth swung his legs over the side of his bed and ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could, shutting the door behind him.
Roy was half naked, Marth thought, looking in the mirror and turning the faucet of the sink on. The knobs squeaked when he turned them, the water ice cold.
I wonder what his father thinks of his music tastes.
The music was still going on when Marth exited the facilities, but Roy wasn't prancing around the room in his underwear. Instead, the red head was brushing his hair and mouthing the words.

"Marth! Roy! What the hell's going on in there?" Marth could barely make out whose voice was on the other side of the door over the music, and Roy didn't even hear it. He just went over to computer, pressed a few buttons on his computer, and moved the mouse over to some destination on the monitor.
"Hello?! Is anyone home?!"
Roy turned the music off and turned around to see the swing open and bang against the wall adjacent.
"Whose music was that?" Link asked as he attempted to tie his shoe while balancing on his other leg. "And why was it so loud?"
"Mine," Roy replied, grabbing his keys from his desk and pocketing them. His eyes looked Link up and down and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.
"What are you wearing?"

Link readjusted his wig and shook a finger in Roy's face.
"You mean to tell me you don't know what day it is?"
Roy glanced at Marth, who was just as confused as Roy, and then stared at Link.
"I never know what day it is," Roy sarcastically replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Link rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Roy's shoulder.
"It's Halloween," the blond said, leaning closer to Roy. Roy looked at the calendar on his computer and saw that, yes, it was Halloween.

"And I want you to dress up with me!" Link said, pumping his fist into the air and nearly knocking Roy over. "I even have outfits for you guys."
Roy and Marth didn't like the sound of that, but curiosity got the better of them. Link gestured for them to follow him, and so Marth and Roy took hesitant and tentative steps to Link's "humble abode" as he called it. Marth and Roy figured they could make a break for it if it were too bad.

The Smashers on the second floor of the male dormitory wondered who was screaming so loudly.

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Current Music: Scooter - The Logical Song

Title: "Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: Melee Academy is like any other all boys' school. Marth, Roy, and Link are three friends who go there, and though their principal fell off his rocker and can't quite get back up, it's as normal as can be. At least, they think it is.
Word Count: 4844 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): Some implied Marth/Roy, Marth/Sheeda, Roy/Lilina, Link/Zelda
Genre(s): General/Romance
Fic Type: Work in Progress
Warning(s): Light, fluffy slash.
Disclaimer: Super Smash Brothers Melee is not mine. It belongs to Hal Laboratories/Nintendo.
Notes: These chapters take so long.

Marth sighed as he walked out of the dorm room he shared with Roy. It was quiet in the hallways, either due to the Smashers still sleeping or being elsewhere. Hands in his pockets, he made his way downstairs to the kitchens where Peach was still making breakfast. Mewtwo was sipping some orange juice while Pikachu filled Mewtwo's thermos with fresh, Colombian brewed coffee, adding about twelve sugars to the dark liquid. Pikachu "chu"ed in greeting to Marth, who returned it with a slight nod of his head.

"The eggs are ready," Peach said as she placed a plate full of them on the table in front of the cat-like pokemon. Mewtwo watched as Pikachu doused his with ketchup with a bit of interest.
"What would you like, Marth?" Peach asked as she went over to the cupboard to get pancake mix.
"Pancakes would be fine," the blue haired swordsman replied as he sat down near the end of the table.

"No, wait, that's my cap, Young Link!"
"We wear the same one, what does it matter?!"
"Give it back!"
"You'll have to catch me first!"
Young Link ran through the kitchen, looking behind him to stick his tongue out at his older self, and made a bee line for the living room. Link, cap-less and disheveled, attempted to make a lasso out of his tie and took chase after his younger counterpart. Zelda came into the warm kitchen to see Peach making pancakes on the grill and sat down next to Marth.

"Morning Zelda," Peach said as she made Bowser's lunch. She knocked over the salt container, picked some up, and threw it over her left shoulder as she placed a slice of bread on top of the meat.
"Good morning, Peach," Zelda answered back and she picked up the newspaper.
"Say, Marth," Zelda said as she opened to the Entertainment section, "is Roy feeling all right? I heard some...strange noises from his room on my way down."
Marth shrugged as Peach placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him.
"Thank you, Peach," Marth said, and she smiled.
"No problem, Marth."

Marth took a bite out of his breakfast, chewed, and swallowed before saying, "He wouldn't get up so I just went about my business. I didn't notice anything odd."
Zelda turned the pages, noted that there was nothing interesting, and folded the paper up.
"Well, he sounded sick so I'd go check on him." Zelda grabbed a banana from the bowl on the table and unpeeled it.
"I'll do so after breakfast," Marth said, cutting up his pancakes.

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Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: t.A.T.u - Ne Ver, Ne Boisia

Like all writers, I often go through one or two drafts before the finished product. Sometimes the finished product is so different from the initial draft, you wonder how I got to that place in the first place.

Well, for the first time, you get to see the original, unrefined product. And since Melee School Boys: Battle of the Bands is done, I figured I'd do this as a special treat.

So, as Shakespeare said, "without further ado!"

[NOTE: Anything in ~~strikeouts~~ was crossed out in the draft.]

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Marth, Roy, and Link were sitting in a classroom filled with students neither of them recognised. They were there for one reason: to take a test to be re-admitted to the Melee tournament. The challenge? That was up to Mewtwo, their teacher.

Roy slouched in his seat, the uniform jacket unbuttoned, the shirt untucked, and the tie loosened. He tapped a pen against the desk, awaiting the teacher's arrival. Marth sat up straight, his hands folded in front of him. The pen he loved so much (it was his lucky, personalized pen) was at the top of the desk. He cleared his throat, obviously nervous. Link was just sitting there. His hands were behind his head. A little nap wouldn't hurt...

The door slammed open. Roy nearly flung his pen at the person to the left of him (he sat next to a wall, see). Marth nearly choked on his own spit. Link nearly fell out of his chair. Mewtwo floated over to his podium, grabbed the book with his mind powers and opened it to the appropriate page.
"Bow, mortals, bow."

All of the students ~~got~~ stood up and bowed.
"Good morning, teacher," they said in unison. Mewtwo turned, faced the chalkboard, and wrote something on the board. Everyone took their seats.
"As you puny people know, you are being tested. Let's start with the Lecture."
"Lecture? What lecture?" someone shouted, but Mewtwo ignored ~~them~~ him.
"The Lecture should be easy, considering it's about what you studied."

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Yeah, the final version's better, eh?

Current Music: Snow Patrol - Make This Go On Forever

The person waking him up turned on their cell phone, set it to the loudest possible volume, placed it by his ear, and played a heavy metal song.
"Well that woke you up," the boy said when Marth nearly fell off the bed.
"Roy!" Marth shouted, his heart beating at a hundred miles a minute. "That was uncalled for!"
Roy did nothing but smirk and pocket the phone. He walked over to the other side of the bed and picked up the black dress pants on the floor.
"You overslept," Roy said, "and I've been trying to get you up for the past half hour." Roy dropped the pants onto the bed; Marth took them, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and changed his pants.

"Has anyone seen my shirt?" Link asked, poking his head into the room. Roy was brushing his hair.
"'S probably in the laundry room," Roy answered, placing the brush down onto the top of the dresser.
"That's where it was yesterday." Marth was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and didn't hear the question.
"I already checked there, and it wasn't there," the blond stated, leaning against the door way.
"Just wear one of mine," the red head said, trying to tie his tie.

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Current Music: Fire Emblem: Souen no Kiseki - Father's Back

Yeah, it was that long.

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"Why won't Marth be in school for the next two weeks?" Link asked. "Does he have any idea how much school work he'll have to make up?"

Link and Roy were walking to sixth period, which was Intro. to Journalism, two subject notebooks in hand. Opening the door, they walked inside and took their seats.

"Well, Marth said he needed to go back to Altea for personal reasons."

"Well it can't be too bad if he's eventually coming back," Link said, leaning back on the hind legs of the chair.

"But what could have happened in Altea that would cause him to be gone for two weeks?"

Link shrugged.

"No idea, Roy. No idea."

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Current Music: Hoobastank - Face The Music

Year Two

- One -

"It's freezing out," Roy said as he pulled his jacket closer, his bookbag hanging from his arm causing the red head to lean over lopsided due to the weight.
"Yeah, it's kind of brisk out," Link replied, carrying a plastic bag in one hand, briefcase in another.
"Why do you have a briefcase?" Roy questioned, staring at the brown leather attaché Link was carrying.
"Because it's not as bulky as a bookbag," Link replied, stretching and nearly clobbering himself in the head with the aforementioned attaché.

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Current Music: Hoobastank - Face The Music

Roy rolled his shirt sleeves up, slumping against the door jamb as he waited for the rest of his classmates to show up. It was sweltering hot in the room, his jacket long abandoned on his chair. The open windows and oscillating fan did nothing but blow the hot air around. Mewtwo, for a change, had Doughnuts Dunking's iced coffee lattes (three of them) on his desk, one of which was floating, signifying he was in the process of consuming it. The other two were full to the brim, condesation formed on the plastic cups. Roy sipped at his water, contemplating dumping the contents over his head. He wondered whether or not his kind of weather was humane or not, but his train of thought was broken when a very disheveled blue headed prince walked through the door. The prince's shirt was untucked, he was missing his jacket, his tie was loosened, the two top buttons were unbuttoned, and the boy's tiara was in his hand. Roy assumed it fell off in the heat and the moisture and the sweat (although Marth didn't look sweaty at all, but for all Roy knew, Altea could have inhumane weather such as this and he was used to it).

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Current Music: System of a Down - Soldier Side

Background: Haha, I can't believe I actually found this piece of...well, I wouldn't exactly call it "fanfic" because it's...well, crap, but whatever.

Basically, it was the story detailing the origins of my Mary Sue character (who has since been retired). She was pretty much the Uber Sue. I never posted this because I got out of my Mary Sue phase before I did, so it was left to rot on this CD I burned my fics onto. This was one of the fics that didn't survive the First Format Ever, but it obviously did survive in some form if I'm able to post it.

Anyway, it's pretty short, but it'll be behind a cut anyway.

Note: None of this has been edited, it's all the original.

Originally written: March 19th, 2005

( The Origins )

Current Music: Green Day - Blood, Sex, and Booze

Part One

( Chapter Four )

( Chapter Five )

( Chapter Six )

Originally written September 5th, 2004
( The never before seen chapter seven! )

Current Music: Nickelback - Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)

Background: This was my first Melee fanfic ever. Of course, like all the Melee fanfics around November of 2003, it was "written on a sugar high" with random crap happening in every single chapter. No one was in character, there was a self-insert, and all hell broke loose. Of course, being eleven at the time, I thought it was OMG AWESOME. Looking back on it now? I think it sucks, go figure. But my eleven year old self was proud of it at the time, so we have to give 11-year-old!me props, right?

Chapters one through six were published on FFN, chapter one being posted on November 26th, 2003, chapter six being posted on July 9th, 2004. I was in the process of making chapter seven when--GASP!--I needed Sain (neé Blocky) to be formatted for the first time ever. Luckily, I made backups, which is why I'm posting this entry. Of course, before I posted chapter seven and my hard drive was wiped, FFN took the story off the Internet, wiping chapters five and six off of the Internet for good.

Until now.

So think of Chapter Seven as like, an added bonus. NEVER BEFORE SEEN FEATURES. Or something.

So without further interruption, I present Super Smash Brothers Melee: Utter Insanity!
R.I.P. 11-26-03 - 9-03-04

Note: Everything was left as is, meaning any grammatical and/or typographical errors were left alone.

( Author's Note )

( Chapter One )

( Chapter Two )

( Chapter Three )

Current Music: Nickelback - Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)

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Current Music: Stratovarius - Hunting High and Low

Melee School Boys: The Prom

-Two-

Roy and Link were on the front steps of the school, books sitting beside them.
"Did we have Algebra homework?" the blond asked, the green textbook on his lap. He flipped through the pages so fast he ripped one.
"Yeah, but you won't be able to finish it in time for class." At that, Link rummaged through the red head's bookbag in search for his maths notebook. Roy erased his answer to question four in his Japanese notebook and flipped through the pages for the answer.
"Hey, Link," the general began. "What does 'miruku no niou aka-chan ni hohozuri shoto' mean?"
Link stopped copying the answers and leaned over to see what Roy was talking about.
"The baby smells like cow's milk...something-something. I don't know. Ask Marth."
"'Ask Marth' what?"

The two swordsmen turned around to see the aforementioned boy towering over them, bookbag over his shoulder.
"What this means," the red head replied, and shoved the notebook in the prince's face. He took it and put his glasses on; it really didn't make Roy's sorry excuse for Japanese any more legible--or understandable, for that matter. After studying it for a minute, he handed it back to the youth, stating "The baby smells of cow's milk as we rub cheek," in a curt manner befitting a prince. Marth's glasses slid a couple of centimetres down his nose, which no one noticed except Link. Link turned around and copied the rest of Roy's answers. The red head wrote down what Marth said and closed his notebook. Roy squeaked out something, and Link gave him an odd look.
"Come again?"
"Sorry," Roy said and flashed a sheepish grin. "When I'm excited or happy, I tend to say something in Pheraean." Roy muttered something in Sacaean, to which Marth's eyes widened.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Marth could understand what Roy said because Altean and Sacaean sounded the same.
"No," Roy said, stuffing everything into his bookbag and zipping it up. "But I do kiss my dad with it."

A car passed by, blaring loud and very bad rap music. The bell rang, and Roy shouldered his bag. Link's books fell out of his hands and down the stairs, and Marth took Roy by the hand and led him into the building.

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Melee School Boys: Prom

-One-

Mewtwo walked into his classroom, as per usual. Spring Break was, unfortunately, over, and Mewtwo thought it just wasn't long enough. He set his briefcase on his desk and placed his coffee mug on the podium. Nicholas, through the powers of some deity, managed to get his sight back, however, he had to wear glasses to compensate. But he was fine, overall. He carried a stick around, anyway, just to hit people with it. He sat down in his seat and took out his five subject notebook. That was all he ever took with him, anyway, and he got straight As in the class. Mewtwo did nothing but sit at his desk and plot for world domination, sipping coffee every now and then from his "I had hot sexxorz with Uther and grabbed his apricrotch while doing so" coffee mug.

Link skipped into the classroom, happy as a lark. Unfortunately for Mewtwo, Link sat in front of his mahogony desk, and Mewtwo absolutely hated the teen. LMIA is known to cause people to get angry at things for no reason, but Mewtwo didn't care. He outlined his "fool proof" plan and placed it in an envelope labelled "Tax Returns". No one would think to look there. He took out his lesson planner, his attendance/grade book, and a pen and floated them over to the podium. The pokemon waited for the rest of his students to waltz right in and act like their stupid selves.

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