A/N Hello! This is the first fanfiction I'm writing in a very long time, so forgive me if it's a bit off at some parts. I'm planning to make more chapers after this one, it's going to be my first attempt at a multi chaptered story(yay!) so please be nice. I hope you enjoy this story! Any rewiews will be appreciated.

It was a peaceful day at the Smash Mansion, the home to all brawlers and assist trophies from around the foreign worlds. Today happened to be one of those rare Spring days that come around only once in a lifetime. The sun was shining brightly, light clouds traced across the sky, the air had a pleasant coolness to it. It was the perfect temperature and the perfect day, such a day should be spent outdoors to enjoy as did most of the Brawlers, even the villains were enjoying this day outdoors chatting in the cool shade of the trees. It was a setting right out of one of those chessy happy fairy-tale stories where everything was perfect. Who would waste such a day?

None of this touched a blue headed mercenary as he sat in the dark confinement of his room. With curtains drawn tightly across his windows so there was no trace of illumination but the blinking screen of his laptop as he furiously typed away words at the speed of a seasoned internet surfer. His face was practically shoved against the screen at an unreasonable distance as his squinted eyes scanned the information on the white screen. Ike has only recently learned about the internet and it wonders from Snake. He was amazed by the technology or "magic box" as he called it since back in his world no such things existed, and anything of the such that did exist that was unexplainable was concluded to be magic. After a few computer lessons from Snake, he was able to search the vastness on the internet on his own. The magic box amazed him. He had the whole world in his hands with a single click of a button, a wonder that was not possible for him before. It made him absolutely giddy with excitement. The power than came along with this magical tool.

In his exploration Ike had learned about online gaming, social websites, and Google(which he pronounced "goo-gull- eh". The assassin was not able to comprehend a few things, but he was still determined to learn it all. Who needs sleep and showers anyway? If it's for the sake of knowledge, he refuses to say addiction, it's alright. His old mentor said so himself. And so did many other scholars from his world, who's to say they were wrong? Ike pressed closer to the screen of the computer and scrunched his face in concentration just as his door flew open from a powerful kick causing light to spill in the room.

Ike flinched at the foreign light and fell over the edge of his bed just to land on his head at an abnormal angle. "My eyes!" he hissed as he shielded his eyes from the light. Marth, the intruder, rolled his eyes and stomped over at Marth to glare down at him accusingly, hands on his hips in a feminine fashion. Ike removed his hand to squint up at Marth.

"You ****! Haven't you ever heard of a thing called knocking! Can't you see I'm busy!" Ike yelled angrily as he stood slowly to balance himself.

"Yeah, busy wasting your life away on that idiot box. Haven't you seen what time it is, more importantly, what DAY it is?" asked Marth. Ike looked at him dumbfoundedly. Marth sighed. He really needed to get better friends. "It's been 2 days since you've come out of this room!" he yelled.

Ike looked away and scratched his head not seeing what the big idea was. He isn't open minded when he is opposed "So? I told you I was going to be busy." he mumbled as his eyes wandered along the ceiling tracing an imaginary figure with his eyes in distraction.

"Busy? You consider this an occupation? You must be more impaired than I thought, this is a waste of life. It's evil, now, get off that thing and come outside! It's a beautiful day, it's absurd to be inside." Marth grabbed Ike by his cloak to drag him outside. Ike refused to leave his room and stood his ground.

"You can't tell me what to do!" He yelled as he slowly backed away tugging his cloak along. Such childish behavior was not common for the mercenary, and Marth knew this. Marth frowned and tugged back at the cloak.

"Can't you see it's for your own sake you moron? Just look at yourself, you're a hideous unclean mess! Come on, if you saw yourself now you'd know what I mean." he said. Marth looked at the laptop resting on his bed and reached to take it away. If Ike would go anyplace this magic box went, then he'd surely be able to draw him out using it. Ike sensed Marth's plan and jumped at the laptop to grab it before he had a chance to shield it in a possessive/insane hug. He hissed at Marth "Mine! You can't touch it it's minee!" he yelled.

Marth looked at his friend like he was a madman. Either the magic box had possessed him with its temptations, or Ike was a bigger idiot than he imagined. Both possibilities were highly likely knowing what a weak mind Ike had. Marth raised his arms in defeat, or hopefully to keep a rabid Ike from attacking him

"Okay Okay I get it! It's your box, I won't touch it. But seriously you need to get out of this room. It's not healthy." He said. Ike peered at him as he sat at the edge of the bed, stroking his laptop. He liked his magic box and didn't want to give it up just yet.

"But I like my box. I haven't even gotten a chance to search the stuff I wanted to." Ike said. The Altean prince sighed at his poor friend.

"Look, there will be time for that later, but now you HAVE to come outside or I will swear to the heavens I will destroy that confounded box of yours until no sorcery can ever repair it." Marth threatened. Ike tightened his grip around the laptop and shook his head.

"No. I'm still not going. Crush my device and I will feed your tiara to Kirby."

Marth opened his mouth to reply but shut it. That threat was not empty of meaning. Kirby was a small bubblegum-thing that had the guts of a black hole. Anything unfortunate to trespass was lost forever and sent to god knows where. Heck, Marth remembered once asking the small thing where exactly all the things he ate went but even he didn't know. How could he not know? Anyways, if his prized tiara were to be swallowed by Kirby the chances of him getting it back were in the negatives. And Marth surely didn't have the courage to get swallowed by Kirby to retrieve it any day.

Ike continued to hug his laptop "That's right, you can't touch me. Your tiara is too precious pretty boy."

Marth flinched at hearing his nickname. He absolutely hated it when anyone called him that. He did not wear a "tiara" it was a sacred artifact of his family which should be respected. Sure he did use Loreal shampoo and conditioner to keep his hair the way it was and sure he liked to use moisturizer everyday but that was normal. To him anyway.

"Don't call me that! I have a name to be addressed by!" He said frustrated. "Come on just come out already."

"It's not like YOU have any idea how good the internet is, how fun and interesting it is. You're a brick. You never do anything fun." said Ike.

Marth not fun? That was ridiculous. "This is anything but fun. Wasting your life is anything but fun. damaging yourself is anything but fun. Watching personality eroding programs is not fun."

"That's exactly what a boring person would say." retorted Ike.

"But-"

"Booorriinngggg brick!" Ike yelled loudly causing Marth to wince "There's no fun without adrenaline! That's why people never have fun with chess, only nerds."

"That is prejudiced! It can be fun, just because your tiny mind can't understand the complexities doesn't give you the right to hate it."

Marth suddenly got a plan to get him out. From what he knew Ike was a bit of a narcissist(that was a bit of an understatement) that had pride more than anything. He was capable of doing anything just to support it, even if it meant he would embarrass himself in the process. This mindless determination to prove himself was just what Marth was going to use against him. Ike was a brute so there was a good chance he would take the bait. Marth prided himself for a moment for his "briliant" idea.

"If you don't want to come out it just means you're addicted and you don't have the strength or will power to get off it." Marth said.

Ike frowned. "I can come out if I wanted to! I just don't feel like it because I don't wanna."

Marth grinned. "If that's what you wanna think so be it. But to me, it just looks like you're too weak to let go because you're addicted. It's a shame really. Just pathetic."

Ike frowned "I'm not weak!"

"you sure look like it too me, you poor, sad man."

"I'm not the sad one, you're the sad one because you can't take a thrill! You're uptight and never do anything fun like the internet! You're just jealous I'm more fun than you." Ike proclaimed, having turned the tables on Marth's plan. He was too stubborn.

Marth was taken aback by this "You are so NOT more fun than me! I can use that idiot box if I wanted to but unlike you, I have a life and better things to do. I am a fun fun person!"

Ike laughed "Yeah right. Like read books in a dark corner by yourself? That's not fun at all. I actually feel sorry for you."

"That's what I should say about you!" The Altean was growing frustrated. Marth shared a similar trait to Ike's, the need to prove himself. Though his was significantly less than Ike's, it was still there. It took a lot to anger the usually calm and collected Altean Prince. Marth being the one affected did not notice this though.

"You know what Ike? How about a deal. I will prove to you that I can use that idiot box for a week! But in return, you have to prove to me that you have the self control to avoid any black magic items for an entire week!"

"This is a trick isn't it?' asked Ike.

"I am a prince and a man of my word" said Marth, Altean pride clear in his words. "Why, I swear it upon my mother's grave this is no trick."

For Marth to wish something upon the grave of, well anyone, was serious jizz. Ike knew this. He pondered Marth's challenge for a moment.

"I accept your challenge then Marth." He stood and as much as the action pained his heart, soul, and mind, he handed Marth his precious.

"Bring it."