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Chapter 1

"I stared out into the cold white snow fluttering down from the heavens above. It fell like a feather and then touched down and blended with the rest. To think…each individual flake, each flake that was different then all the rest, just blended, blended with the rest. I wish I could be a snow flake. I am different, just like everyone else, but for some reason I don't fit in. Why, why is that? Why can't I fit in?"

There was a loud knock upon Ike's door, breaking his train of thought. He jumped up and slammed his black notebook shut and desperately shoved it underneath his mattress.
"Ike? You in there?" A muffled voice asked knocking three more times.

He groaned. He could tell by the voice who it was. He blinked slowly, sighed, and made his way to the door. He paused, then turned the door knob and cracked open the door just enough to make out the skinny figure.
There was a thin, tone, gray/blue haired boy standing at the mat.

"Good afternoon Ike. I just wanted to know if you would join me-"

Ike slammed the door in his face. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't bear to even look at him.

"IKE! I am trying to be nice and all you do is coward away."

"I am not going to argue this with you again." Ike said coldly.

"It is not my intention to fight with you; I am simply trying to become your friend." Marth replied.

"I don't want to be your friend. We had this discussion already."

"Can't we please just try again? I promise I-"

"Marth! I am not going to speak about this through the door. People are everywhere and I don't want any more rumors springing up." Ike said trying to get him to leave.

"Then invite me in." He said plainly.

"Leave, Marth."

"Ike plea-"

Suddenly the door flew open and Ike grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt.

"STOP IT! I TOLD YOU I AM SICK OF IT! I AM SICK OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE! LEAVE! NOW!" His voice roared through the dormitory corridor. He let out an angry breath which brushed the hair off of Marth's face. He let go of the shirt and Marth fell to the floor in a heap. He was petrified. He squirmed, then got up and ran off.

Ike lingered outside his door for a moment then slowly backed in. He quietly closed his door and sat on his bed. He bought his knees up to his chest and buried his face into them.

How could Marth really think, or have the guts, that after everything that happened come up to my door and invite me somewhere with him? Ike thought to himself.

Once again, there came a knock on his door.

"Marth, I swear to god if-"He began.

"Ike? It's not Marth. It's me... Link." A soft voice came from the other side of the door.

Link? Link? At my door? Ike lifted his face and let a half smile come across his face.

"If it's not a good time…I'll leave." Link offered.

That's the exact opposite Ike wanted him to do. He sprang up and ran for the door. He swung it open. There, stood Link; a dirty blond haired boy with a strong body and a kind personality.

"I heard you from the other floor. I was wondering if everything was okay, but if you don't want to talk about it I completely understand." Link said to the blue haired boy.

Ike sighed and tilted his head down. "Care to come in and talk?"

Link hesitated for a moment. "Uhh…s-sure. Not for long though, I have training soon."

"No if you have to go its fine…"Ike said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I have time." The boy smiled.

Ehh? Good for a first chapter? I know it's not long…just wanted to put out a little preview. Review and I'll write!