Hello, all! Herr Wozzeck here with a new fic.

Those of you that read all the reviews of RF's A Forbidden Love should remember that I expressed inspiration from the story. Well, here's the product of the inspiration!

In the light of the inspiration, there will be several things that mirror A Forbidden Love, which thus makes the title (which by the way is a direct translation of the orchestral work Symphonic Metamorphosis by Paul Hindemith) quite appropriate. The similar things are highlighted below:

1) Ganondorf is misunderstood, and Link hates him and spreads rumors; however, somebody comes to accept him for who he is. In a way, it happens with other characters as well.

2) The hands have human forms, though these differ wildly with RF's hands and they aren't initially in human form. You'll see in the second paragraph of the story.

3) There will be more than one pairing. Since I can't hold it, the main pairing will be Marth/Ganondorf. The others, I won't mention until later.

4) Most of the pairings will be yaoi, and in fact, there is a character who is openly homosexual. Do not read if you do not like!

And that's about it.

For those of you that remember me mentioning Eastern Music Festival, the super tense audition was this morning. I did great, but my fingers tensed up and you know the rest.

Disclaimer, eh? Sure.

I do not own Super Smash Brothers Melee. That belongs to Nintendo and Hal. The human forms of the Hands, the mansion, and some of the places I mention are all mine.

And here you are with Symphonische Metamorphosen! Enjoy!

Symphonische Metamorphosen

Part One

Chapter 1: First Impressions

A man sat alone in an area, waiting on something he knew would come. Exactly who the next person to arrive would be was the question that was coursing through his mind at that moment.

The 2nd Annual Super Smash Brothers Tournament had been put together by two people: Matthew Hand and his sister, Cornelia Hand, known as Master Hand and Crazy Hand, respectively. These two were fraternal twins in their human forms; however, nobody knew exactly what those forms were, as an enchantment had cursed them both to remain looking like a giant hand that could talk until the effects of the enchantment wore off. When that would be, nobody had any idea. This happened out of hate to the Hand siblings, and once they knew this, they knew they had to prevent more hatred from abounding.

And thus, the Super Smash Brothers had been formed. This was an organization that hosted tournaments and other events to ensure that peace was kept in the land. The tournaments were an opportunity to meet other people; and thus, many people went home with the knowledge that there were people from a land they hated that were nice, and hopefully, they would change their minds about their opinions to the said land and thus reach an understanding about others. The understanding that hate would not do anything to help anybody.

Although, the man that was sitting alone did not seem to think that tournaments where fighting was involved would do much to stop hate, since rivalries were formed because of them.

The man who was sitting alone was known as Ganondorf Dragmire. He was a somewhat quiet man in his late twenties with short red-orange hair that ran into his eyebrows and a pair of sideburns that ran down the side of his face like waterfalls. These matched his eyes that were identical in color, though both of these seriously contrasted with his somewhat dark skin that was acquired from living an entire life in a barren desert. On his head, he wore an elaborate circlet, signifying that he was the King of the Gerudo tribe. His garb was also fairly tribal in appearance, consisting of a leather shoulder guard that was black, a cape woven with basic cloth and what appeared to be designs of the Gerudo painted into it, and a recurrence of any of these as they alternated between brown leather, black leather, and the cloth that made up his cape that would reappear at certain points. All of this did an exceptional job of covering his well-toned muscles, though one was able to see his arms as being quite muscular.

For some reason that Ganondorf could not tell, he had been invited to the second official tournament that the hands hosted each year. If anything, Ganondorf knew that things were slated to occur that would work against him. After all, his rival Link was one of the opponents.

Ganondorf eyed Link talking to a friendly plumber in a crimson shirt and hat with overalls to match. Ganondorf figured that Link was giving Ganondorf a bad name. After all, Link was the Hero of Time. And after all, they were opposing forces.

Ganondorf just continued to sit where he was, deciding not to do anything. Ganondorf knew that the worst would be that he would be branded as the outcast and that would be that. Ganondorf would not mind, really.

But Ganondorf felt something in him that wanted to change. He had basically had enough of taking chances and starting wars between his tribe and the citizens of Hyrule, and a change of all of that was what Ganondorf wanted the most.

But he figured that some people would be too obstructed by Ganondorf's past to let him be.

"Well, you must feel pretty lonely sitting by yourself like this."

Ganondorf turned his head to see who had addressed him.

Standing by the couch that Ganondorf was sitting on was a man in his early twenties. He had hair of stark sapphire that imprinted itself in his clothing, his armor, and his eyes. He had a fairly slender figure marked especially by the fact that some of his clothing seemed to flutter slightly in the fervor of the so called 'air conditioning'. On his right side was a scabbard which at the moment housed a sword with a hilt that was decorated with fine jewels. There was a circlet on the top of his head, and a cape was hung to his neck that was bound by a red jewel.

Ganondorf snorted.

"Not exactly," he said.

"Something the matter?" asked the swordsman.

Ganondorf wanted to rant about how Link was giving him a bad name, but he decided not to do so.

"No," said Ganondorf. "I guess it's what happens when I'm the only man in a tribe."

The swordsman seemed perplexed at this statement.

"Only man in a tribe?" he asked. "How so?"

"It is a tradition of the supernatural forces," said Ganondorf. "My tribe consists almost entirely of women, and when a man is born he is automatically issued the right of leader."

"I see," said the swordsman.

The swordsman took a spot on the couch next to Ganondorf.

"So I take it that you rule over a tribe?" asked Marth.

"Indeed," said Ganondorf. "My name is Ganondorf. Ganondorf Dragmire of the Gerudo."

"Marth Lowell," said the Swordsman. "Marth of the kingdom of Altea."

"So you're a ruler as well?" asked Ganondorf.

"Not exactly," said Marth. "I am a prince."

"Ah," said Ganondorf. "But still, you are next in line to become a ruler."

"I suppose," said Marth.

"What would that mean?" asked Ganondorf, noticing a hint of resentment in Marth's voice.

"Nothing, really," said Marth.

Ganondorf was able to figure out right away that Marth was hiding something. He did not know what, but he knew that it was not great for a reputation.

"I see," said Ganondorf. "So, you were invited to this tournament as well, I gather?"

"Yes," said Marth. "I'll assume that you were invited as well."

"You assume correctly," said Ganondorf. "So, I guess we'll be fighting each other sometime?"

"Only if we practice together or end up in the same battle by coincidence," was Marth's reply.

Ganondorf nodded.

"I see," he said.

"Well, I better get going," said Marth, getting up from his seat beside Ganondorf. "I'd like to meet some more of my competitors."

"You're really quite friendly," said Ganondorf.

"Why, thank you," said Marth. "With that, I take my leave. I hope to see you sometime."

"As do I," said Ganondorf.

Marth walked towards the area where the rest of the competitors were.

Ganondorf had begun to like Marth as a person. He figured that first impressions really did make a great impact on people.

Ganondorf decided that he could trust Marth from one meeting. Marth seemed like the person who would be a friend for you no matter what was at stake. At stake, for Ganondorf at least, was the worry of being made to be evil by a certain man wearing a green tunic. So, Ganondorf decided to go to Marth whenever he had something to talk about.

Ganondorf rose from the couch to head towards the meeting room, where the smashers were supposed to meet in half an hour.

Twenty-six chairs, all arranged in a group around a rectangular stage. This stage would remind one of a fashion show, minus the women with acute curves marching across the stage in a mechanized manner.

Ganondorf, of course, was a little lost with the meaning of the shape of the stage. By then, thirteen seats were filled, and it was five minutes before the beginning of the meeting was supposed to take place. The only use Ganondorf could see for the length was the fact that it was good for making an entrance on.

Ganondorf had been waiting to see who would sit close to him. Of course, Link had already seated himself, as had his girlfriend, Zelda. Of course, they were far away. Rule of rivalry was what Ganondorf figured did it to them.

Everybody else was away from Ganondorf as well. Ganondorf surmised that this was because of Link. It could have been a variety of other reasons, Ganondorf knew that, but he figured that Link was the main reason.

At least Marth had not entered.

He felt a low grunt behind him as somebody got seated next to him.

"Well, looks like I'm going to have company over in the 'evil man' section of the tournament," said the person who grunted.

Ganondorf looked behind him to see not a person, but a large turtle with a spiky shell with green skin, a yellow belly, and (quite strangely to Ganondorf) flame-colored hair.

"So your reputation is being damaged too, eh?" asked Ganondorf inquisitively.

"Indeed," said the creature. "The name's Bowser, King of the Koopas."

"Ganondorf Dragmire of the Gerudo," said Ganondorf. "Who's damaging your reputation?"

"Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom," said Bowser. "She's the girl in the pink dress and the blonde hair over there."

Bowser pointed to a young woman who looked to be no more than twenty-one with blonde hair and a pink dress. Her eyes shone a brilliant sapphire, but Ganondorf figured that she hid many things behind that beautiful façade.

"I see," said Ganondorf. "The man who does so to me is the one in the green tunic over there."

Ganondorf pointed to Link.

Bowser chuckled as he saw the man who made Ganondorf look bad.

"That's quite sad actually," said Bowser. "I mean, look at his outfit! That has to be the sorriest thing that anybody has ever worn!"

"Now that you mention it, it does kind of look ridiculous," said a now rather bemused Ganondorf.

"I know, right?" asked Bowser. "Not even Peach would think about wearing something like that."

Ganondorf nodded in response.

By then, everybody had filed in. Ganondorf was able to see Marth. He was fairly close to Ganondorf's seat, however, Marth wasn't as close to Ganondorf as he would have liked.

Ganondorf figured it was because Bowser was in the seat immediately next to him.

Right as the thought left his mind, the lights in the meeting room dimmed. The only lights that were not dimmed were the ones centered on the stage.

Once the lights dimmed, a massive glove walked out onto the stage on his index and middle fingers.

"Weird way to walk, no?" asked Ganondorf.

"I've seen stranger things," said Bowser. "Ever heard of talking clouds?"

"Not exactly," said Ganondorf.

"You've seen everything when you've talked with one of those," said Bowser.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the glove. "If I may have your attention please."

A silence took hold of the room.

"As you are all well aware, you have all been invited to the second annual Super Smash Brothers Tournament," said the glove. "I would like to take this time to congratulate all of those who have made it into this tournament that is really quite difficult to enter."

A small applause break took hold of the audience.

"I kind of like this guy already," said Bowser.

"I would not know," said Ganondorf. "I would like to get to know him first."

"Now, as some of you have probably guessed, I am Matthew Hand, also known as Master Hand," said the glove. "I am the organizer of this tournament, so if anything happens, you can always come to me."

"I sure hope you can," said Ganondorf. "One could use such help."

Bowser nodded.

"Now, I would like to take this time to hand out an itinerary of the tournament," said Master Hand. As he said this, an usher shuffled next to Ganondorf.

"Take one and pass the rest," said the usher. He handed Ganondorf a stack of papers. Ganondorf took the stack in his hand.

"To whom do I pass the rest to?" asked Ganondorf.

"To the person on your left," said the usher. "I take you aren't used to such shortenings?"

"That is exactly the case," said Ganondorf.

He took a sheet and passed the rest to Bowser.

"Take one and pass the rest," said Ganondorf.

Bowser took the sheets, took a sheet, and passed the rest down.

"Going around is an information sheet about the tournament," said Master Hand as the ruffling of papers and instructional whispers took up a steady drone. "These will tell you everything. They will tell you your matches, your room assignments, and various other things. If you still have questions, you can ask me in the office. I should now take this time to review the layout of the manse for you."

A white matter went down on the stage behind Master Hand. Then, an image appeared on it. The droning of sheets stopped as the image appeared.

"That's the layout of the mansion!" said Bowser.

"This is quite a large place," observed Ganondorf.

"You are currently here," said Master Hand as a red dot appeared in a small room in the middle of the setup. "To arrive at the match lounge, you simply need to take a left from exiting the room and you are there. All competitors not in the match can watch it from there. A set of stairs nearby leads to the dormitories. Your dormitory assignment is mentioned in each of the papers you just received. To arrive at the match portals, you simply walk to the right from exiting this room. The so-termed 'mess hall' is across the hall. The doors where access to the lawn is permitted are above this room as you enter it."

Red dots kept lighting up the map as Master Hand talked. Ganondorf wondered when the acquaintance with the map would end.

"And that would be the mansion." As the glove finished his sentence, the image stopped producing itself on the white mass, and the white mass retreated up.

"Now, I would like to go over something with the brackets," said Master Hand. "The first round is handwritten on the back of the paper."

Ganondorf turned his paper, and what with the dimmed lighting, he was able to tell what Master Hand was referring to.

"Now, the first round is already filled, but as people win, the tableau will obviously change," the hand continued. "You will have to keep track of the tableau on your own. If you are still confused, we will post the results of each round at the end. Also, practice fights will be allowed in the arenas; however, fighting in the mansion is strictly forbidden, as it is a hazard to health and safety of the competitors. As a result, all competitors that fight outside of the arenas and who cannot find a good excuse for doing so will be sent home, and they may not be considered for next year's tournament. That is all. You may now head to the mess hall."

The glove left the stage as the lights came up in the room.

Ganondorf sat across a table from Bowser. He was silently eating something called a 'steak'.

The mess hall was rather nice. The walls were painted a vibrant green with a bunch of pictures from fights the previous year imprinted on the wall. The tables made a fairly good contrast given the beige of the surfaces of the tables.

"So, what did you think of his speech?" asked Bowser.

"I am not inclined to think that he was that great a speaker," said Ganondorf. "But at least he went over a rule that should be followed around here."

"I wonder why it's a hazard to health to fight in the mansion," said Bowser. "If we have the same hazard to our health in there, why can't we fight here?"

"I would assume it is because they have some form of magic that keeps us from being harmed too much in the arenas," said Ganondorf. "The mansion probably lacks such a safety measure."

"Ah," said Bowser. "I get your point."

"I figured as much about that part," said a third voice from behind them.

Ganondorf turned his head to see Marth.

"Ah, hello Marth!" said Ganondorf.

"Is anybody else sitting here?" asked Marth.

"No," said Bowser. "You're welcome to sit here if you'd like."

"Why, thank you," said Marth as he seated himself.

"And you are…?" asked Bowser.

"Oh, my apologies," said Marth. "The name's Marth Lowell of the kingdom of Altea."

"Bowser of the Koopas," said Bowser. "I take it you've already met Ganondorf."

"Indeed," said Ganondorf. "I wonder why you decided to sit here when we're the table that is made of people that aren't that great."

"Well, that depends on how you look at it," said Marth. "I heard the stories from Link and Peach; however, I'm perfectly willing to get to know the two of you as people and not just as the villains of a multitude of fairy tales."

"I see," said Ganondorf. "I'm very glad to hear that. So who are you rooming with?"

"I have been assigned to the room right across the hall from you," said Marth. "My roommate is this man by the name of Roy."

"Roy of Pherea, I assume," said Bowser. "I happened to have had a short conversation with him just before the meeting."

"Really, now?" asked Marth. "What's he like?"

"He's quiet," said Bowser. "He can really be a tad raunchy at times with the ladies, though, as I saw him hit on Peach before he walked over to me. He looks like the kind of person who likes to know people for who they are."

"I can certainly see you two getting along," said Ganondorf tersely. "I am with this person by the name of Captain Falcon."

"Oh dear," said Marth. "You are going to have a very hard time with him as your roommate."

"Why is that?" asked Ganondorf.

"I had a fairly long conversation with him," said Marth. "He is quite full of himself, to say the least. He is quite easy to get into a fight with, so you may want to be careful. I also noticed a hint of believing in what others say and other things like that, so you will want to be careful."

"This is going to be a hard tournament…" said Ganondorf with an edge of grim anticipation.

"I can see," said Bowser. "I am rooming with a man by the name of Popo."

"You mean a child by the name of Popo," said Marth.

"Child?" asked Ganondorf.

"Yes," said Marth. "Apparently Children can participate as well."

"Oh dear…" said Ganondorf. "I would strictly forbid such behavior."

"So would I," said Bowser.

"Likewise for me," said Marth. "Of course, they have creatures here too, so I would think anything is possible with a tournament like this."

"Indeed," said Ganondorf, nodding.

"Eh, I won't mind," said Bowser. "I have a kid of my own back in my kingdom, so I am used to such behavior."

"I see," said Ganondorf. By then, he had finished eating.

"You will have quite a good time with him, then," said Marth. "He's an honest child, to say the least. He likes to play around, but that is typical of any child. There's an air of naiveté surrounding him, but he's usually easy to live with."

"Okay," said Bowser. "I hope he isn't as conceited as Ganondorf's roommate."

Ganondorf rolled his eyes at this comment, and a small chuckle escaped Marth's lips.

"I can't wait," said Ganondorf sarcastically. "Anyways, I'll be leaving you now. Good day."

"Good day," said Marth and Bowser.

Ganondorf rose from his seat, emptied the contents of his plate into the nearest of the so called 'trash cans', placed his plate with the other plates that had remnants of food on them, and left.

Ganondorf was lying in the top bed of a two-layer bed which had a ladder leading to the top. He was deciphering a short scroll for practice of the ancient Gerudo language.

The dorm was a little crowded, but it did look good. It was in the shape of a square with a window on the wall opposite the door that had a rather good view of the lawn behind the mansion. The lawn was a diamond shaped garden with a fountain in the center and four pathways leading to it which maneuvered around flower beds and hedge formations. The dorm was colored similarly, with flower designs embroidering the walls. There was a desk off to one corner, an entrance for a shower room off to another, and an armoire for clothing storage, though Ganondorf had doubts as to whether he would use it or not.

Ganondorf read in silence as the sun scoped low in view of the window. Then, it disappeared altogether.

Ganondorf slipped off of his bed, went down the ladder, and placed the scroll on the armoire.

He was going to go back to the bed when the door burst open.

"Well, here ah am!" shouted a voice with a somewhat heavy accent.

Oh, great, thought Ganondorf. He's here…

The plodding of boots on carpet sounded in the dorm.

"Well, this looks like a mighty nice place in here!" shouted the voice.

It was then that the owner of the voice noticed Ganondorf.

"Well, shake meh silly, it's that Gaanondorf ever'body's tawkin about!" shouted the voice.

It was then that Ganondorf turned around.

Ganondorf saw a man wearing a blue skin-tight suit and a red hat with a black part in front of his eyes. This black part did an exceptional job of covering the man's eyes.

"I assume you are Captain Falcon then?" asked Ganondorf.

"Well, somebawdy looked at his dowm assaignmeents!" said Captain Falcon.

"What is going on with your speech?" asked Ganondorf.

Ganondorf was incredibly perplexed by Captain Falcon's manner of speech, mostly because he sounded like he was drunk.

Captain Falcon froze expressionless, though Ganondorf figured a look of surprise etched itself on his face behind the black part. Ganondorf found himself wanting to laugh at the prospect.

"Well, don't y'all tell me that you ain't heard o' the old reyed hills o' Geogia!" said Captain Falcon.

"I believe I haven't," said Ganondorf. "That the accent of the people of that place?"

"What ayaccent?" asked Captain Falcon.

It was then that Ganondorf remembered that people with accents tend to forget they have accents.

"Never mind," said Ganondorf. "I believe I was thinking about the wrong things then."

"Gawd, man," said Captain Falcon. "Ah've had a heck of a day!"

"Getting to know people?" asked Ganondorf.

Captain Falcon walked over to the bottom bed.

"This yo's?" was the question that popped out of Captain Falcon's mouth.

"No," said Ganondorf.

"Well, you seyem to be mighty quick then," said Captain Falcon. "I better watch for thayat. 'Cause then, the quick geyet a hold o' ya better, and then ya ain't so happy after thayat. You know what ah mean?"

"I think so…" said Ganondorf, though in truth he had no idea what Captain Falcon was talking about.

"Well, I think I'm likin' ya already," said Captain Falcon. "Other than the speed, ah can feel you're earnest, and thayat's a good thing."

Captain Falcon kicked off his yellow boots, and then he contorted his body into a lying position. Ganondorf noted that quite a few muscles stood out amidst the blue jumpsuit.

"Oh, and just to leyet ya know, ah take an interest in meyen," said Captain Falcon.

"Interest in men?" asked Ganondorf. By then, he had climbed the ladder. "How so?"

"Ah tend to fall in love with meyen," said Captain Falcon.

Ganondorf's progress on the ladder was stopped.

"And you are open about the fact that you are a homosexual?" asked Ganondorf in a surprised tone.

"Yep," said Captain Falcon. "People shah away from me when ah say it, but ah'm not ashamed o' mah preference."

"Most men would be," said Ganondorf.

Ganondorf continued going up the ladder.

Is that what he meant by 'full of himself'? thought Ganondorf. If it's more than that, I'd understand, but being openly homosexual is not really what I would consider conceited.

"Well, ah don't see anythin' wrong with it," said Captain Falcon. "It's just that some men lahke to be with others."

"I see," said Ganondorf. By this time, he was already laying on the bed.

"So, ah take it that you and some gal bah the name of Samus is goin' up against you tomorrah," said Captain Falcon.

"Yes," said Ganondorf. "First match of the tournament."

"Oh, ah knew Samus from the first tounament," said Captain Falcon. "She was last yeah's victah. You mahght wanta be careful with her. She can be feisty."

"Thank you for telling me that information," said Ganondorf. "Did you fight her once?"

"A couple o' tahmes," said Captain Falcon. "She's damn good, too."

Ganondorf heard the slip of clothing being removed, and when he looked over the bed he saw the blue jumpsuit discarded on the floor, the legs of the jumpsuit just settling on the floor. The helmet was placed neatly there.

"Sleep naked?" asked Ganondorf.

"Yeah," said Captain Falcon. Ganondorf then saw a glob of white skin emerge from underneath, and this person picked up the blue jumpsuit. Ganondorf resumed his watch of the ceiling as he heard the armoire door being opened and the sound of bare feet shuffling back to the bed beneath.

He is not all that bad, thought Ganondorf. Perhaps he's not as full of himself as we're inclined to think.

"People say you are quiyet evil," said Captain Falcon. "But ah don't seem to fahnd what people think eyvil o' you."

"I guess I am a little misunderstood," said Ganondorf.

"You ahre," said Captain Falcon.

"That is something we have in common, then?" asked Ganondorf.

"Yep," said Captain Falcon. "Can't wait to get to know yah. Good nahght."

"Good night," responded Ganondorf.

Ganondorf closed his eyes accordingly, the flowery ceiling giving way to a comfortable blackness.

As he drifted off to sleep, Ganondorf figured that perhaps people in the tournament would not be so bad after all.