So, I have a lot of different stories, most not completed yet, but, I've decided to start a new Fic.
I'll still work on the others, maybe. It depends on how much more amusing this is than the other stories. Yup, so for now, enjoy and review please. :]
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'I love her. I really do. She's like a piece of art.
Her beautiful long blond hair,
Her figure, her mind, her soul…
She's amazing. We've been together two years now.
And they've been the best by far.
I won't let anything ruin it.
Zelda's the one for me and I will never lose her.'
I sat in my dull room. The walls white, bed sheets gray, and the single chair located at the corner of my small room was colored gray as well.
I contain myself here sometimes. Being a Smasher consists of taking your mind beyond the levels of sanity.
You have to physically and mentally train yourself to get better. It's hard to do that when you know you'll never be good enough.
But, even so, I love it here.
It's sort of a bitter sweet relationship. I hate the things Zelda has to endure as a smasher, but I love the rush of seeing someone's pain, seeing them suffer. The expression in their eyes, showing their awful discomfort, makes it all worth while for me. It feels, somewhat satisfying.
Even when it's me enduring all the hardship and torture, just knowing why I'm here helps me cope.
I was chosen out of few, because of my abilities and my level as a fighter. The pain I feel and the agony I pass on to others is the highest form of honor to me.
Oh.. I'm Marth, I'm 19.
Nice to meet you.