This is my first fanfic,(but please don't let that turn you off too much.) Anyways, this first chapter doesn't have any romance, or Marth, but don't worry, both will come! It's just kind of to introduce some of the characters personalities. I'd advise reading it anyways, just because I'm hoping it can give you a feel of Young Link and Pichu. I've editted it and gone over it multiple times, but as they say it's hard to edit your own piece, and I probably missed some grammer/spelling errors. Advice would be appreciated if you have any to give!

Warning: If you're a die hard Link fan and can't stand to see him insulted in any way, I highly wouldn't reccomand reading this. It's not that I hate Link or anything of the sort, it's just that, well, the majority of the characters will come off as idiots some times, (humor, right?). That's all I wanted to say. No flames please.

Thanks for reading and enjoy the story!(It's straight from the Young Link Archives:)

Chapter One,(Sort of):

"I-- am the champion, my fri--ends!... And I'll-- keep on fi--ghting, till I win!... I-- am the champion... I-- am the champ-"

"LINK! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Get up right now or I'll-"

That's when static began to emit from the tape recorder, blurring the words into unintelligible shrieks. Ness and Pichu covered their ears.

"Whooooooa..." Pichu muttered, gaping at the metallic square, "So scary..."

Young Link looked pleased, "Didn't I tell you guys Zelda was a monster? And I was brave enough to tape record it!"

Pichu stared at her elvan friend with awe. Ness, however, was frowning, "Didn't she see you?"

Young Link shook his head, still grinning, "I hid in the laundry hamper. She never looks there."

Ness just shook his head, "Whatever. I'll see you guys later."

"What?" Young Link asked, hands on hips in what he assumed to be a heroic pose, "Too amazed by my courage and smartness?"

Ness was silent a moment, hoping Young Link would realize what an idiot he was on his own. It didn't happen.

Finally, Ness sighed, "No... that's not it. If I were you though, Young Link," he flicked a hand toward the tape recorder, "I'd burn that, before Zelda finds out."

Young Link hugged the object protectively and hissed like a cat, "Never."

Ness rolled his eyes, "You're funeral."

"Hypocrite!" Young Link called as Ness disappeared, "Scam Artist! Cretan!"

Pichu blinked her wide, black eyes, "What do those words mean?"

Young Link shrugged, "Dunno. Zelda uses them a lot."

Pichu nodded, still looking dazed. The left side of her head suddenly twitched. Young Link jumped, surprised, but quickly recovered himself before she noticed.

"Something wrong?" he asked, straightening his tunic leisurely.

Pichu twitched again. "No."

Young Link raised an eyebrow, "You sure."

"Positive." Her right arm started convulsing.

Young Link tried not to stare at it, instead he directed his attention back to the tape recorder. An evil smile spread across his face, "Let's play this again before I send it to K. O. Smash-Hits."

Pichu frowned, oblivious as one of her feet started kicking the other. "Won't Zelda kill you if she finds out you sent it to a radio station?"

"It'll be anonymous, stupid." Young Link stuck out his tongue (as a demonstration of his superior intellect) then returned his gaze to the tape recorder and raised a finger to push play.

"Why are you going so slow?" Pichu asked, watching Young Link's finger hover over the button.

The boy frowned, "For effect, duh. Now be quiet and let me finish." After a moment of constant thumping, Young Link slanted his gaze, "Your foot too."

"What about my foot?"

"Never mind."

Young Link took a breath, then dramatically drew back and slammed his finger down on play, wearing a maniacal grin the entire time.

The tape recorder burst into flames.

Young Link yelped and dropped it, grabbing his burning finger, "Ow, ow, ow! Hot! It's hot! It's hot! It's-"

Pichu dumped something over Young Link's finger. The boy let out a sigh of relief and blinked at his friend, then blanched when he saw the empty object in her hands.

"MY LAST BOTTLE OF MOO-MOO MILK!"

Young Link collapsed on the ground sobbing. Pichu stared at him, then the bottle, then back again.

"You don't want this?" she waved the object. Young Link continued to cry. "Can I have it?" still no response. Pichu shrugged and shoved the bottle into her bulging green backpack, "Your loss. I can get a nickel for this, and decrease my carbon footprint." She stopped and frowned, "Or would I be decreasing your carbon footprint..."

Pichu speculated on this as her feet, unbeknownst to the small pokemon, carried her away.

Young Link was left alone then, weeping, until a shadow fell over him.

Wiping his eyes, the boy glanced up and immediately froze as his gaze was met with a familiar, fiery one.

"What was that about me being a monster again, Young Link?"

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Pichu looked up. Had she just heard a scream of unbearable pain and anguish, hinted with brutal and torturous circumstances? The little yellow pokemon decided to take a moment to think this over, silently chewing the twix bar she had no idea she was holding, and wasn't even aware she was biting.

Finally (after about two minutes or so) Pichu dismissed the question and found herself entranced with a very shiny golden paper that had somehow appeared in her hands.

So there you have it. If your wondering what's wrong with Pichu, don't worry, I'll get to it later. On to the real Chapter One!