YO WASSUP Y'ALL. reading over my work & playing skyward sword three times got me sitting in my chair thinking, why haven't I written more SSBB things? Muha. Now my latest concoction. c:

Disclaimer: Do not own the SSBB series & the respectable characters!

Enjoy~

Update: 3/13/2016

Zelda POV

"How was your doubles battle with Marth?" I asked mockingly as Ike rolled his eyes.

The four of us, Ike, Peach, Samus, and I, were occupying the living room area of their dorm. The four swordsmen – Pit, Link, Marth, and Ike – shared an apartment. There was one common living room area that connected to the four separate bedrooms. A small kitchen area sat in the far corner.

"I bet the battle was to die for." Peach teased as she winked at him, knowing that the two swordsman severely lost.

Annoyed and ashamed at her statement, Ike bit back, "Well, how was your doubles battle with the ice climbers then?" Peach looked away with a hmph, getting a taste of her own medicine.

"Speaking of your other half," I stated as Ike changed his glare to direct it at me, "Where is Marth and the rest of the boys?"

"I do not know and I do not care about Marth." He bit out as he turned on his N64, ready to end the conversation and play a game of Mario Kart by himself. He was more than enough done at the fanservice directed at the both of them. The two princesses sensed this, and smirked at one another.

The glittering music of rainbow road filled the apartment as Zelda continued to read her book and Peach filed her nails. Samus watched the game with feigned disinterest, glancing up from her magazine to conceal her aqua eyes.

Peach heard the jingle of keys and the commotion that followed from outside in the hall, and commented saying, "Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear."

Link ignored the comment and continued on his way to the kitchen, hoping to find some food after such a grueling battle. Pit all but glided next to Peach, opting to sit on the ledge of her seat.

"Any plans for tomorrow, Princesses?" Marth asked as he walked over to the couch.

"Not yet," Samus replied back while Marth grabbed the open soda can on the table, "and I am not a princess." Samus commented on the honorific.

"That is surprising, since you obviously fit the title." He replied back loudly, stupefying the bounty-hunter to the point where she did not respond. Zelda only rolled her eyes at his constant attempts at flirting, while Peach laughed at Samus' stunned condition.

The others settled into the room, taking spots around Ike and watching the current race he was engaged in. From the kitchen, Pit directed an observation to the females of the room, "Looks like it's White Day next week."

The girls only looked questioningly at Pit, then each other, before Zelda voiced her concern, "White day?"

"I'm surprised none of you seem to regard the holiday." Pit stated as he looked in the fridge carelessly."

Peach's interest peaked and she sat up to face the angel behind her, "What's it about?"

"White day, y'know? It's basically Valentine's Day, but instead the men ask the woman for their hands and give them stuff." Pit answered as he continued to rummage through the fridge for any food that was not expired.

"Huh. I guess no one asked us." I pondered out loud. I noticed the boys regard my comment, but no longer pushing the subject further.

"Mario Kart anyone?" Ike asked and readied more remotes to play with the rest of the room.

…

…

I kicked Ike's ass. Ha.

Blue shells.

I dropped my sweater on top of my bed and looked over to clock, only 11pm. As I was about to change into sleeping clothes when–

Peach suddenly tugged me out of my room forcefully, through the living room, and shoved me right onto Samus' room where she was sitting reading. "Girls, how did we not know about white day?"

"How can you still be thinking about that?" Samus commented as she rolled her eyes.

"How?! How can you ask that question?" Peach continued with her eyebrow raised, "We're basically the only attractive females in a mansion filled with thirty-five people. Isn't it odd that not one of the guys came up to us to mention it at least once?"

"Maybe they just do not celebrate white day." I replied. "We've been here for a few years, if they wanted to celebrate they had seven opportunities."

"Zel, come on! Look at our friends specifically, they are always the most involved when it comes to holiday times. And it could be any type of any random holiday." Peach reasoned.

"Maybe this one is an exception." Samus' lips made a fine line. She was without a doubt thinking of a certain blue-headed swordsman, who had not mentioned anything of the holiday.

Peach sighed, "Maybe they just do not think of us in that way."

"Guys, do not think of it that way. I'll mention it to someone tomorrow, no problemo." Peach slowly got up with sadness, not accepting my proposition. Samus looked back towards her magazine, but it was clear she was not reading.

"So Captain Falcon," I sat across from said captain in the Mess Hall, "ever heard of White Day?"

"Of course fine Princess! How dare you ask if I celebrate such a momentous holiday!" He yelled with enthusiasm. "Not one man here does not celebrate with—"

"Alright thanks, bye." I sighed and got up from the booth with a heavy heart. I left the Mess Hall and sat down in the front gardens. The sun was high in the sky, yet it felt like a dark day.

It seemed that Peach's conclusion was proven right. The men celebrate White Day willingly, yet none of which have talked about it to us. Are we truly that undesirable? White Day, so far that I am aware of, requires there be women for men to proclaim love to. Can I be so detestable that no one will offer themselves—

"Princess?"

A voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Flashing him a small smile to recover from my surprised face, "Please, call me Zelda. What do you inquire Fox?"

He looked rather hesitant, "Just wondering, I heard you ask Captain about White Day." My smile faltered. I nodded to answer his question. "I was not informed that the girls of this mansion accept the traditions of white day."

"We only learned a few hours ago, actually. But now we are open to the traditions."

"In that case, would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight?"

Wait. What?

I held a basket with certain items to be delivered to my fellow female smashers. "Get up you idiots!" Samus and Peach, accompanied by Marth, all gave me a questioning look. "You won't believe what I heard." I stated sing-song-like with enthusiasm.

"You guys seemed rather down about White Day. So I inquired from a little birdie and it seems that the men of our esteemed campus want to celebrate White Day. However, they were not sure if we did."

"Where are you going with this?" Samus asked.

"Well, I told them that now we are open to accepting the traditions of White Day." Their questioning looks still remained. "Girls! It's just a big misunderstanding. We didn't get letters, not because they thought we were unattractive, but because they were not sure if we would accept them." I explained.

"So what does that mean now?" Peach asked with a certain, slightly happy, curiosity.

"Well, does this mean anything?" I dumped the contents of the basket onto our coffee table, where a load of letters and other objects on affection tumbled out.

"What is this?" Samus asked, yet already knowing the answer.

"They're love letters." Marth answered with wide eyes as he held one up labeled Zelda. Kicking out Marth and reading every single letter took until nighttime.

The letters contained one in the form of a beyond loving letter from Mario to Peach, confessing an innocent long-lasting love for the Toadstool princess. However, certain letters ran to the creepy side, such as one that Samus received from Snake.

"'I enjoy watching you eat corndogs?'" Samus read with disgust, "'With great amounts of coleslaw and-' Nope, not reading the rest of this." She sighed as she tore the letter in half, "Great, this is so much better." She said with sarcasm.

Peach rolled her eyes in return, "Shut up, you are loving this." She held a letter to chest and smiled at the butterflies.

I read letters upon letters, talking about my exotic style and sexy-librarian-fashion. There is no doubt, this will be an interesting week.

Narrator POV

"This is all your fault!" Marth yelled at Pit in the living room, "You should not have mentioned White Day to the girls. We've been coasting by for three years, not one guy dares to even approach them."

I do not see the problem." Pit commented.

"Look at the ratio of guys to girls! There is no doubt that another guy in this mansion is looking to swoon my girl. And now they're all encouraged to try, being given the chance to woo her with this holiday."

"What's with all the yelling?" Ike asked as he walked in with Link.

Marth all about screamed, "Fly boy here has basically the entire mansion fawning after our girls." Link's head snapped towards Marth while Ike blushed slightly.

Pit looked at Marth's offending finger pointing at him, but did not seem to give a flying fuck, "Our girls? Do you happen to hold any feelings for any of them?" Pit asked calmly.

"… No." Marth refused.

"Then why deny them of other men's affections? They deserve a little…" Pit winked instead of finishing his sentence.

A residual 'No!' was agreed amongst the swordsmen.

"We are their protectors. I will not let my years of servitude go to waste as some creepy guys hits on the princesses." Marth proclaimed as Link nodded also.

Pit looked questioningly towards Ike, "I fight for my friends." Ike replied to his look.

"Then we agree to protect them, for their own sakes." Marth stated as Pit sighed in defeat. He silently agreed to help them, to help their own crazy sanity(?).

HUEHUEHUEUHEUHEUHUEHUEHUEHEHEUUEHUEUHEUE.

alrighty. done :D