1Title: Of Confrontations and Courage
... okay, I know, crappy title.
Hi, shiki-chou here to say that this is the first chapter of "Of Confrontations and Courage", and there will be more chapters up soon enough.
It's a MarthxRoy fic, and I warn you of shounen-ai. So if you don't like it, then I suggest not reading at all. No flaming please. Flamers are generally intolerable to authors and fans, and plus, I'm new at this whole story-writing thing here, so go easy on me!
Roy was flustered. And he didn't seem to know why.
Often enough, he would spend time pondering in his own, red-furnished room, and he'd sort through all the things that could cause him to decorate a crimson cloud about his cheeks. Recently, he had "wasted" much time contemplating his overly rosy cheeks for quite a while. Oh, all the theories he had come up with– and all of them slowly proved wrong. He twisted the bottom of his red shirt in perplexity.
"I'm not sick,", Roy said unsurely as he felt his forehead, "and I don't think I've ever flustered the smallest when I was sick!" He plopped down on the bed, the crumpled papers and scattered notebooks making the act of a comfy position nearly impossible. Annoyed, the redhead brushed off some obstacles in order to lie down properly. And the redhead thought again. He sighed, "What if it's someone else? What if I like someone and I don't even know it?" Roy gave himself a hard knock on the head, "No. No. Only weak people fall in love, and I am the farthest thing from weak!", then he wondered again, " ... or maybe I am."
The fiery youth sat up in a cross-legged position, accusing himself of this and that, and pummeling his still-adolescent psyche in because he couldn't make it figure out the simplest thing: What the friggin' hell was making his face wear red so unintendedly?! Mentally, he gathered a list of possible candidates (or what he self-proclaimed possible), and through the process of elimination, he was narrowed down to what was a considerable few.
"It's not Peach, cuz she has Mario, and it's not Zelda, cuz she's always too busy with her nose in ancient books ... that wisdom-blessed smart ass." Roy had obliterated the two princesses from possibilities. "Samus is too reticent, and she's always training, and Nana is obviously too young ... besides," he chuckled to himself , "It's sooo obvious she likes Young Link." Roy double took the door just to see if anyone was within hearing range. No one. Great. If rumors about Nana and Young Link would inconveniently spread (claiming Roy as the source, no doubt), he would be forced to always begin the day with meeting the end of a little girl's giant mallet, maybe even multiple times. What a great life that would be.
All this thinking and superficial analysis made Roy irritated. Something jammed back into the confinements of his brain was constantly making the blood rush to his face. "What is this?!!" Roy yelled out of childish frustration. Plop. His flame-imprinted sheets ruffled with the unexpected weight of his upper torso meeting the bed. The redhead closed his eyes and entered his mind once more, and surprised himself with the new theory that had come up so unexpectedly. He had been hanging out with Marth a lot lately. The way the blue-haired swordsman laughed at his crude, yet humorous remarks, and how Roy would always grin goofily in response. The way Marth's slightly taller stature was in wonderful proportion to Roy's own as they strolled together in the gardens outback. The way the prince always helped Roy up after a bit of sparring. Come to think of it, he always did fluster a bit after spending time with the monarch. Roy slammed his hands onto his face and mentally-berated himself. "No! No! NO!! I can't like Marth! Why am I thinking these things?! I mean ... he's a guy! It's not acceptable for boys to like boys!!" Roy paused and questioned himself considerably, "Wait. Is it? Is it okay," he gulped, "for me to like my best friend? You know, like ... regardless of gender?" The nervous and brightly-flustered redhead double-took the door again. No one. He sighed of greater relief.
The redhead got up slowly and looked out the window. The sky was clear. And blue. And Marth was colored blue at great lengths too– "–!!", he groaned of uncertainty and looked away abruptly from the perfectly clear, reminiscent-of-Marth-blue sky.
He had been raised his whole life being taught to act acceptably to others, however, it only encompassed etiquette and nobility. The forks go here, you use this spoon for soup, never strike someone below the belt, when someone greets you, greet them back, and anything else a counselor of Pherae could come up with. A gay orientation, however, was never really brought up as a subject anyway, but as a child, he thought boys liking boys was gross, and therefore, not acceptable. But as a young adult now, he had opened up to new ideas that were presented to him as he resided within the Smash Mansion. Most certainly, learning to accept a twist in your preferences (as he had witnessed with Link and Sheik) was okay. Besides, everyone seemed really supportive of them. He laughed as he thought of Link and his beloved Sheik, and Sheik and his beloved Link. How happy they must be. Roy was embarrassed with his self-confrontation a little earlier about whether he can like guys, whether he does like guys, and ... well, liking guys in general. He smiled wryly because he was done thinking. He liked Marth. Yeah. He liked him a lot. And nobody would have problem with it. Of course, another situation impeded his brief moment of peace:
"Am I gonna tell him?"
I had fun with this first chapter. I just randomly started typing (imagine me sitting at the computer and staring at the keyboard for long periods of time), and it turned into a great idea as it progressed.
Well yeah. Next chapter will be up soon (I hope). Hopefully, procrastination and writer's block won't get the best of me.
Roy: Why am I talking to myself too much in this fic?
Me: Shaddap, Roy. I'm paying you.
Roy: No you don't.
Me: ...
Marth: Haha. Shiki-chou-sama lies too much.
Me: ... shaddap.