PROLOGUE
Ha! Ha! Ha! I couldn't help panting. The player-controlled Snake was quite hardcore. He knew the right timing and combos were executed perfectly. I barely had time to guard his continuous attacks. Good thing a Smash Ball just appeared near me and the tables turned. Everyone knew how deadly my Final Smash was. With one blow, I blasted the weapon-hungry guy off the stage. I checked the impression of the player. He was surely disappointed alright. But they don't expect us to go easy on them.
Soon thereafter, the player stopped playing. We can rest easy, for now. Snake who was just standing by the exit shook hands with me saying it was a good match and left. I went to the Smash Central and sat at the benches.
"Prince Marth!" A familiar voice called me. It was Peach from the Mario Universe. She was standing with her usual welcome smile and holding her umbrella.
"Princess Peach, how are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm fine. I just thought of visiting Zelda." She replied added with her usual giggle. "So, what about you?"
"I needed a short break." I answered adjusting myself on the bench.
"Why don't you take a rest at your site? Ike's probably alone now." She said with a worried expression.
"That's okay. I think he prefers to be alone anyways. You don't have to worry about him." I replied trying not to make an insulting sound of my voice.
"If you say so." With that, she left and walked while humming.
I forgot about Ike! I hastily stood up and ran to our site. The sites were modeled according to its respective universe. Our site was a grassy plain with some trees. There was a huge lake in our site. In the center was a medieval castle. To furthermore suit our theme, we we're given house tents to stayed at.
Of course, only Ike and I were the only fighters in the site. I came back to the site and expected that he was resting. I searched for him and it turns out that he was training extensively. How could he be not tired from all that fighting? I approached him still not noticing me.
"Don't you wanna rest? I mean we're given a long break time!" I told him.
He stopped his training and looked at me. His face was full of sweat from that training. His eyes look intense that it gave me a chill on my spine. He grinned at me. "That's okay Marth." His voice, panting. He took a deep breath and continued. "I didn't know you were a softie." He said with a big smile.
Softie? I feel uneasy by that word. I know my face is blooming now. He did it on purpose for his amusement. He laughed nonchalantly.
I stopped myself from blushing. I observed my friend. His headband wet with sweat. His clothes drenched. I could see his well-built body through his drenched clothes. I avoided looking and made an excuse.
"Why don't you refresh yourself? Seriously, you looked worned out." I crossed my arms trying to act rude. He grinned and walked away. "Alright softie." He teased.
I sighed. Why do I tend to act unnatural when I'm with him? I get a tingling sensation from my head to toe just by talking to him.
I went back to my tent. I finally got a chance to rest. I scanned the place to see if Ike was still around. Like a spoiled child, I jumped on the bed. I don't want Ike to discover this side of me.