Began Typing: 5:03 PM 2/8/2009

Posted: 7:18 PM 2/8/2009

Orange Sherbet -Chapter One (Hearts and Brain Farts)

There was only one thing in the whole wide world that could possibly wake him up, and that was the shoving. Naturally, this thought was running laps around his head as this process began. They would shake him thrice more and then IT would start. "Marth..." A female stated his name, almost irritably. "Marth, wake up! Hey! MARTH!!"

The prince buried his head farther into the pillow which had last night appeared pink with lacy edges, trying to drown out the external noise. Unfortunately, he was whacked with a pillow and he could hear a girly voice yelling, "If you don't wake up now, i'll never let you sleep in here again!"

"Fine, fine." The prince yawned, sitting up and looking at the princess who had awoken him. "Just don't make me sleep in my room, Zelda."

The Hyrulian princess sighed, shaking her head. "Why don't you just lock him out or something?"

"You think I haven't tried that?" Marth groaned, standing up and walking to the vanity mirror to straighten out his hair. "The brute knocks down the door."

Zelda shook her head. "Clothespins on his nose?"

Marth rolled his eyes. "He would drown in his own drool."

Zelda laughed as a younger princess entered the room, her satin pink gown almost luminescent in the already vibrantly pink surroundings. She waved politely and joined Marth at the mirror. "Good morning Marth." Her voice was smooth and elegant, if not a little high pitched.

"Goodmorning Peach." He stated, fixing his tiara so the jewel was centered on his crown. "Well, i'm off for breakfast. Wish me luck."

"We'll see you later today, Marth." Zelda called.

Marth nodded. "Of course."

The Aritian prince took a deep breath as he ambled into the chaotic hallway, little kids screaming and running everywhere and strange mice hanging from the ceiling. Somewhere in the midst of everything, he heard a deeper voice state, with some venom, "Did you have a nice tea party last night, princess?" The sarcasm all too evident in his voice.

Marth turned and faced the roommate he'd been avoiding irritably, only to have to stifle his laughter the momment he saw his face. The six foot three mercenary stood towering over him, his hair a helpless mess and shaving cream all over his face. "I think you missed a spot." Marth stated, hoping he sounded like a smart ass.

"NO." The man seethed. "I know you have a pity party for yourself if you stay out late and come back when the door's locked, so I left it unlocked and you'll never guess who paid me a nighttime visit."

"The toothfairy?" Marth suggested.

The man stormed away, swearing under his breath. Small creatures in his path immediately changed course, and Marth pivoted on the ball on his toe, headed off to find some food. He couldn't think of a better way to begin the day than to piss off his insufferable roommate. "Marth." A cool voice stated from behind him.

He smiled as a blonde wearing a spandex-tight suit appeared nect to him. "Goodmorning, Samus."

She didn't smile in return, nor confirm the greeting. "Pissing Ike off early today, are we?"

"Hey, he started it."

"Indeed he did." Samus stated in concord. "May I ask where you are going?"

The prince nodded. "I was heading downstairs to get breakfast. Would you like to come and join me?"

"If it's not too much trouble."

"Of course not."

The prince and the bounty hunter continued in near silence down the hall, minus the occasional comment on the status of their hair, and arrived uncharastically quietly into the dining room. "Oh, Marth." Link stated from a far corner. "We almost didn't hear you enter without the trumpets."

A group of men around Link began to laugh loudly, including Snake, Fox, and Ganondorf. Marth rolled his eyes. "I do hope you enjoy Ike's good mood this morning, boys." Marth teased, the group falling silent. "We've already had the pleasure of meeting up."

The group of men fell immediately silent, probably trying to figure out how to calm Ike down when he would actually arrive. Marth giggled and Samus chuckled as they sat down in two empty seats, each grabbing a crispy roll from the full platter. "That was terrible, Marth." Samus attempted to contain herself.

Marth shrugged. "It's their funeral."

"Samus! Marth!" The two looked over to where Peach and Zelda were just passing the group of Ike's friends, ignoring cat calls and what-not.

"Peach, Zelda." Marth greeted as Peach sat to Samus, and Zelda across from her and by Marth.

"Omigosh!" Peach began, pounding her fist on the table. "You'll never guess what happened earlier!"

"What?" Marth asked, pouring himself a glass of orange juice."

"It's that Ike- he saw Zelda and I coming out of our room and-!"

Samus shushed them all and they all looked down the table to the boys where her finger was pointing. Ike had just entered the hall. The four friends watched in interest as the mercenary appeared furious, his face practically turning red. The girls couldn't suppress a giggle. The mercenary sat down with his friends, all looking down the table. Marth smirked deviously, returning Ike's smug glare. He would be eating that grin before long...infact, that was a brilliant idea. "Zelda," Marth stated rather abruptly, "give me that orange."

Zelda passed him the fruit, a rather curious look on her face. The prince picked up one of the dinky plastic knives the Manor provided and stabbed it into the orange, making it burst and citrus spilling out. He grabbed a nearby spoon and pulled the head back, placing the leaky orange in it. If there was one thing he knew better than anything, it was the spoons made wonderful catapults. He proceeded to release the citrus, giggling with Peach, Zelda, and Samus as it hit his target right in the stomach, winding Ike.

The mercenary, not nearly as innovative as Marth and his spoon trick, simply stood and walked over to Marth. "Prince." He stated calmly. "That was a bit cruel, dont' you think?"

Marth was about to pull out a snappy retort, but not before Ike pulled out a hidden bottle of syrup and emptied it over Marth's head. Marth resisted the scream that lingered on his lips and boiled in his chest, smiling instead as the thick substance squeezed past his ears. The prince, before the mercenary could react, smacked a platter that Mario was carrying by and up into Ike's face, smearing the fruit salad in a bit roughly before he let it fall. Marth grinned, on his feet now, as Ike had to wipe the whipped cream off his nose. Somewhere in the room behind the two of them, Link screamed, "FOOD FIGHT!"

Baked potato grenades flew over the heads of the waring factions, innocent bystanders trying to find anyway out of the room possible. Ike was actually standing ON the table, Marth doing the same but holding a silver platter, that used to contain certain pancakes that had all been hurled at the enemy forces, as a shield. "Zelda, Peach, flank left!" Marth called. "Samus, take the under route with the bacon grease!"

"Yes sir!" All three girls called, splitting off in their separate directions.

"Hold tight, all units!" Ike yelled over the whirling waffles.

Marth grabbed a nearby sausage and held it out as if he were holding his own sword. Ike followed suit with a more than slightly evil smirk. "En garde!" Marth stated matter-of-factually, the denotations of what they were about to do borderline arousing.

It was, apparenlty, a sausage fight. Marth lunged at ike and the duel began, Ike's weapon thunking against the platter as the prince grabbed a nearby goblet of apple juice and poured it, quite peacefully, down the mercenary's pants. Ike, now essentially drenched, grunted in annoyance and grabbed the entire bowl of punch and emptied it down Marth's shirt. "Surprise!" Ike heard a voice behind call.

Before he could turn around in time, he felt cold liquid splash down his back. It gradually began to turn searing hot, and before a pack of officials came into settle the roit, he caught the smirk on Marth's face. It read, quite clearly, 'victory.'

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The little auburn hair angel had been having a rather uneventful day thus far. Apparently, there was a holiday coming up soon, as little pink and red plastic cut-out hearts hung decoratively form the ceiling. Well, he hoped there was a holiday coming up, because otherwise, the surrounding tournament contestants had a very sick sane of humor. The angel himself was walking down the hall, examining the lacy frilly decorations strung about the walls, when he heard voices practically screaming from the administrators room. He blinked, pressing his ear to the door. He could, quite clearly, hear the booming voice of Master Hand. "If this occurs again," the deep voice stated ominously, "you will both find yourself out of this tournament faster than you can say, 'It was all his fault.'"

"But sir," Marth's voice interrupted, "it was-!"

"SILENCE!"

The angel eavesdropping flinched away from the door, sighing exasperatedly. Marth and Ike must've started another fight. There was atleast one a day and it has almost become a show for the entire manor. But the angel was tired of it. Infact, most of the manor was, except the two warring factions. He had to put an end to it. "Cupid?"

The angel spun around, smiling at a small boy in a red baseball cap. "Oh, hello Ness."

The physhic child blinked. "Oh, it's you, Pit. I thought you were cupid."

"Cupid?" Pit asked. "What's 'cupid'?"

"CUPID." Ness stated as if it were obvious, only receiving a blank stare in return. "Y'know...the angel of love." Pit continued to stare blankly. "He flies around and shoots people with arrows and makes them fall in love!"

Ness seemed to finally become upset enough to storm off, leaving Pit standing alone in the hallway when Marth and Ike erupted from the office. "Just watch yourself next time," Marth stated, near threateningly, "next time, it won't be as cute as a good fight."

Ike guffawed, rolling his eyes. "Oh i'm so scared."

Marth crossed his arms. "Do you remember our deal?"

"Deal?" Ike sneered. "What 'deal'?"

"Y'know, the one where the loser has to be the winner's servant for three days."

"Oh no," Ike argued, happening to be the loser, "there was no such deal, princess."

"Alright, that's fine." Marth waved him off, beginning to walk away. "I'll just pop into your room at night and prank you nightly, okay?"

Ike grabbed the prince by his upper arm, Marth turning and facing the mercenary irritably. "Three days." Ike stated.

Marth nodded. "Three days doing whatever I ask without complaint. If you complain, I get a free hit. With Falchion."

Ike grinned. "Sounds like a challenge."

"Does it? Well then, I guess it is. I'll see you later, mercenary, my laundry needs to be done."

Ike's fist clenched and unclenched as Marth walked away, muscles on his face contorting angrily. Pit, apparently unnoticed by the two dueling boys, decided now was indeed not a good time to be spot and slouched as low to the floor as he could, flattening out his wings as he attempted to crawl away from the mess Marth had left in his wake. Pit felt cotton fill his mouth as Ike turned on his heel, probably planning on leaving the room when his eyes landed on Pit, quite questionably, actually. Pit, not really sure what to do as he lay suspiciously on the floor, did the only thing he could think of to do that every lame television show he had ever seen did. "FOUND IT!" He cried, jumping up and acting like he held something on the tip of his finger.

"What?" Ike asked.

"My contact." Pit stated with a stupid smile.

Ike, who seemed too irritable to acknowledge the fact that Pit was an angel and as of such could not support any type of imperfections, simply pat Pit on the head and grumbled as he walked away. Pit slouched close to the floor again as he watched Ike leave, trying to figure out how he could seem smaller. He would just make himself obscure for a few days...

Completed: 6:48 PM 2/8/2009

Author's Note: I don't think the date is right again. :P Yeah, it's a day off. Anyways, let me know how you like it so far, there's three more chapters (I think) or something like that and i'd love to hear any comments thus far. Remember, feel free to critique my writing style, I would liketo know anything and everything I can improve on, and send title ideas for the sequel to Murder Among Us in the reviews if you can. XD P.S. I have a band concert tomorrow, so I decided to post today to make my (and your) life easier. I won't have time later, so enjoy the early posting. And don't expect it to happen again. =D