Hello, hi! It's been a while since I've been on this site, but with the new Smash game and with Roy being put back in, it just sparked my imagination and I had to write something. So, here's an unlikely pair; Marth and Rosalina! I hope you all enjoy~

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The chatter of many different fighters arose a certain blue haired prince, who obviously did not want to be awoken. It was the day the new fighters were to be arriving, and everyone was pretty excited for it. Marth, on the other hand, wanted to go back to the comfort of his pillow. He had already done enough, what with all the planning he did yesterday for the welcoming party. You would think he'd be able to sleep in a few extra hours. But, the other smashers had their own plans. The mansion buzzed with much excitement, all curious on who the newcomers were. Maybe someone from Fire Emblem? Or Mario? Maybe even Kid Icarus? Nobody knew. Master Hand wanted it to be a secret, and it certainly bothered everyone to the point of even trying to break into Master Hand's office for clues. That only resulted in a unruly punishment for a certain Koopa King.

Lifting his drowsy head, Marth ruffled his already messy hair, muttering something incoherent under his breath. There was no way he was ever going to get back to sleep. The constant chatter of his fellow fighters could easily be heard from the papery drywall. Marth would just have to deal with his colossal headache and moved to get dressed. He slowly slipped on his navy blue leggings, slowing inserting one leg at a time. With those one, he went for his light blue tunic, draping that over himself before inserting his head into the proper hole. Next his arms, and it was finally on. The prince wasn't even going to bother with his cape; might as well see what he truly was like, right?

Once his boots were on, Marth rose to his feet and headed for the door. Alas, before he could open it, as if to make matters worse, the door had already flung open, smacking our dear prince right in the face.

"Oh, my! Marth, are you alright?" said the perpetrator, also known as Princess Peach Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom. Great, just who he wanted to see so early in the morning. Marth groaned and looked up at her.

"I'm alright, Peach. Nothing more than a bruise," he said, hoping that would be enough.

Even though he was smiling at her, it wasn't a happy one. Just one that would keep her from crying. He knew how sensitive his fellow royal was. Peach apparently bought it, because the next thing Marth knew, he was being pulled down the hallway towards the main hub of the mansion; the auditorium. "Er, Peach? May I please have use of my legs?"

"Oh! Sorry!" the princess giggled, releasing her princely friend to allow him to stand. Marth dusted himself off and fixed his tiara. Smashers littered the surrounding area. From where he stood, Marth could pick out his friends, Samus Aran and Ike Greil, along with Kirby, Fox McCloud, and Yoshi. Everyone was here, which only meant that the newcomers had just arrived. "So, are you excited?" Peach asked as she sat down, interrupting Marth from his thoughts. Marth took his seat, which he didn't even recall ever moving to, and gave the blonde a light shrug.

"They're just like the rest of us; fighters, all powerful entities from their respected title. We were once like that, so I do not see them any differently," Peach expected that type of answer, so she just responded with a hum and a light smile. "Well, everyone else is excited. Even Ganondorf, and you know how he is," the girl chortled with a light pat on the shoulder. Marth really wasn't one to care about these types of events; they were all the same. You introduce yourself, and then you fight them. That was it. That's how his life currently was, much different that when he lived in Altea with his sister. When he fought, it was for the greater good and to banish all evil from the land. But, here? It was more like a game, a competition to be more precise. To merely see who was the strongest. Marth had absolutely no care for this.

Once everyone was seated, Master Hand floated in, clearing his throat to get everyone's attention. The room collectively hushed and listened to what the giant hand had to say. "Good morning, fellow smashers. I'm sure you all are aware of why you are here. Today, we introduce a new batch of fighters; a wide array, if I might add. I am delighted to have them part of our tournament," his booming voice had everyone on their toes. They just wanted to meet the fighters, and he was stalling for that reason. A typical thing for Master Hand to do; what was if he he didn't tease? Another clear of his throat.

"Without further ado, let me be the first to welcome our new selection of fighters!" with that said, a foreign group of people walked out from backstage. When Master Hand said 'wide array', he wasn't kidding. Marth scanned the group closely, looking at each fighter to study their features; a boy who bore a resemblance to Pit, a tiny boxer, a green haired woman with a halo, even a dog? Marth chuckled. Really, Master Hand let these people become smashers? Pathetic. The next three were even weirder than the last; a walking yellow ball, a woman who was completely white, a rather normal looking boy with an odd sword, and a small boy with a clear look of murder on his face. Marth was ready to lose it. Why? Why were these the newcomers? This had to be a joke.

The prince was ready to get up and leave, until the last two came out. A white haired male, holding a tome in his hands and a bronze sword on his belt. Ah, someone from my franchise. He settled back in his seat, studying the features of this male, until he was lost in the mob of excited smashers. The last one...certainly caught the prince by surprise.

A princess, judging by the dress and tiara she wore, who could levitate. Marth had to stand up to see just how far she was off the ground; probably a good six inches. Her platinum blonde hair seemed to blend in with her milky white skin, with a thick section of hair hiding one of her eyes; Marth was sure it was the left eye. Behind her was a fat black star, who reminded Marth of a Pokemon. Maybe she's from Pikachu's world, but he didn't remember any princess from any Pokemon region.

Marth took back what he had said before. Maybe Master Hand did pick a good selection of fighters. But, that didn't mean he'd get close to any of them. That would only mean heart break when they had to be dismissed from the tournament, or worse. Marth wasn't about to go through that...not again.

While Peach got absorbed in the new princess, Marth sauntered out of the auditorium, back to his room with a certain pair of aquamarine eyes following him...or, in this case, eye.

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Whoo, alright, I hope you enjoyed and I will probably update frequently! Be sure to let me know what to do to improve, I'm still a novice writer so any advice is much appreciated!