(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used. I do not own A-Teens nor do I own their song Don't Even Know Your Name. I don't own Shakespeare either. Or the Renaissance Faire. Warnings: very AU, shonen-ai, complete tard-ness on my behalf. But hopefully you'll look over that. :-D)

In honor of my Super Smash Bros: Melee once obsession.


I see you every day
On the morning bus
You seem a little sad and lonely
I try to look away when you pass my seat
I always hope that you will see me


Wish I could let you know
How I feel before you have to go

I sit at my usual place by the window on the bus, attempting to finish some homework due first period. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. How irresponsible can this guy be? But hey, a lot of people do this, okay? About half of the students on this bus are doing it right now! You know what, fine. Fine. Be that way.

Link jabs me in the arm, forcing my hand, and my pencil, to run across the page. A big fat black line cuts my words in half. I scream out in frustration and glare at the blond, ready to strangle him. What was his problem?! He knew I was trying to get some very important paperwork done!

He coughed awkwardly. "Just thought you'd want to know your boyfriend just boarded the bus." His voice is always soft, well, unless he got angry…then he's…well, it's scary. On rare occasions, I can barely hear him, but sadly, this time, I heard him quite clearly.

I take a quick glance up and sure enough, there he is. He always holds himself with an elegant sort of bearing and moves with a grace fit for a king. His uniform is always buttoned up properly, tie tied perfectly. It was a bit obvious that this morning was no exception. As he looks for a place to sit, like every morning, he brushes sapphire blue bangs away from his equally blue eyes. And as always, I wonder at that strange lack of emotion on his face and that distant look in his eyes.

And we fall into the same routine as every morning. He starts walking, which breaks me out of my staring. I then smack Link in the head and duck my own, struggling to erase the giant mark my pencil left without erasing my words, as he passes by. Then, after a few moments, I deem my work presentable, hastily stuff it in my bag, praying I can find it half an hour later, and look around the bus while pretending to talk to Link. Who, in turn, pretends to listen. I swear, half the time I'm talking to him, it all goes in one peculiarly pointed ear and straight out the other. But he's good at that pretending thing. Half the time, I don't notice until he walks off, without any warning and usually in the middle of a sentence, to go talk to Zelda.

Like right now. He just starts talking to her across the aisle, noticing one of the short lapses in her and Peach's conversation. I sigh and shut my mouth, but at least I was able to spot where he was sitting. It was only a couple of rows back, across the aisle. His black bag is sitting on the empty space beside him, like it always is, and he's staring out the window, giving the rest of the occupants of the bus no mind.

And like usual, I strangle and stomp, stab and set fire to, and a billion of other things the urge to go over there, take the place of the bag and start introducing myself. Yeah, that'd go great. I'll just go up and say, "Hey, my name's Roy. I just so happened to notice that you take the same bus as me in the morning. You're in a couple of my classes too. You're always alone, so I figured I'd talk to you. I'm not sure, but I think I have a crush on you. What's your name?" Hahaha. Yeah right.

Link finally falls out of the conversation once it turns to gossip and rumors and whatever. He never really pays much attention to those kinds of things, yet he always seems to know anything and everything that was going on at school. It's weird. I mean, even I have to do my fair share of work to keep up with the times.

"You know, you should just ask her out," I say, stretching my legs out the best I can and lean back in the seat, hands behind my head, eyes closed.

"Says the guy who doesn't even have the guts to introduce himself," he scoffs.

I open an eye and lazily glare at him. "Hey, I'll do it eventually."

"What, are you going to prepare a whole speech?"

"…I was…before I realized how stupid that sounds."

"…And when was that?" he asks warily.

"Just a few seconds ago."

I close my eyes again as he rolls his. "Remind me why I bother with you?"

"Because you love me," I answer smoothly.

"No, I don't."

"You're just saying that."

I wanna hold you
Make it come true
Give all my lovin'
But I don't even know you
I'll be your sunshine
In pouring rain
And say I love you
But I don't even know your name

I board the bus, half asleep, and finishing the toast I had for breakfast. None of that stops me from noticing that it was oddly full, and that I couldn't take my usual space next to Link because Zelda was already there. I sighed, and then spotted an apparently empty seat next to that really smart, but not nerdy, however that's possible, guy, Mewtwo. Then I notice that really short kid, Ness, sitting next to him. Oh. I shift my bag so that it's no longer nearly falling off and I see an empty seat. Link finally notices me and waves. I stick my tongue out at him and quickly make my way to the free space and sit next to the window.

As the bus moves along the street, I rummage around my bag and pull out my unfinished homework. Shut up. I loose myself to equations and formulas for a while, but my mind tends to drift off. It's boring, you know?

"Excuse me; may I have the window seat?"

…What? I look up to tell the person to just take the seat next to me when I notice it's him. I shrug, and let him take the seat. As I sit back down, I notice Link sigh and roll his eyes. He'd been trying to warn me, but I never noticed. Oops.

I get back to work and notice that he takes a glance at my paper out of curiosity. I have to hold in my laughter as he does a double-take, eyes showing shock and confusion.

"That's…"

I start chuckling at his disbelief. "Not everyone finishes their homework the day before."

He huffs and turns back to the window.

"Oh come on, don't tell me it's never happened to you?"

I took his silence as a no.

"Hey, so I kinda noticed that you're always alone. I mean, you're usually hanging around with someone, but you're always distant," I start talking, fumbling with my pencil, looking at him from the corner of my eyes.

He raises an eyebrow. "You wouldn't be a stalker, now would you?"

I start laughing. "No. Just observant." Okay, overly observant, but definitely not stalking observant.

"Sure," he says sarcastically. But now he lost that sense of untouchable-ness, like he stepped off of some pedestal to get level with me to chat. Okay, it's an odd thought, but that's how it feels.

"Why would I want to stalk you? I don't even know who you are."

"True," he mutters.

"Hey, hey, don't get all dark and moody on me!"

"Why can't I? You have to finish that, don't you?" he waves a hand at my forgotten papers.

I shrug. "I can weasel out of it."

The smallest of frowns appears on his face. "That's not good."

"Would it…would it seem…odd if I said…" I stumble around. It was an awkward thing to be saying, especially now, but I wanted to get it out. No sense in beating around the bush.

"If you said what?"

"If I said that I lo–"

My eyes slide open and I'm staring at my alarm clock. It's beeping its little mechanical heart out trying to get me awake. I groan, snooze it, and roll onto my back. I stare at the ceiling for the longest of times before I realize I'm falling back asleep and if I didn't get my butt moving I'd miss my bus. Not that I would mind, but I can't afford to waste that valuable homework completion time.

I drag myself to the bathroom to take a quick three minute shower. I really need to stop sleeping so late.

I can't help myself
Going slightly mad
I slipped a note into your pocket
And I wait all night for the phone to ring
I wonder if you got the message


We might not be meant to be
But I hope time will tell differently

Despite my rush to finish my homework, I keep nodding off. I can't even keep track of where all the bumps are and the timing between them, resulting on even less work getting done.

"Are you okay?" Link asks, poking me awake. He must be worried. First I don't take the window seat; next I'm falling asleep every two minutes.

I rub my eyes as I start writing again. "Yeah. Just pulled an all-nighter finishing that essay due today."

"…We had two weeks to finish that."

I yawn, scribbling down some half-thought answer to a question I already forgot. "I did start working on it the week we got it…I just never got around to finishing it."

He glances down at my work and winces at my answers. He sighs. "You're hopeless. This is the only time I'm going to do this, got it?" He grabs the papers and pencil from me and starts writing like crazy.

I sigh in relief, leaning back in my chair. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah. You owe me one," he informs me.

"Bump," I mumble, warning him.

He stops writing for a split second and then starts answering like mad.

"Do you think she'll be able to tell the difference in handwriting?" I ask.

"No. I usually write a lot neater than this."

I look at the paper. That was so true it hurt. I play around with a paper in my hand, folding it and unfolding it.

"What's that?"

"…A paper…"

"I'm not stupid," Link grumbles, "You know what I mean."

Aw great. Time to come up with some on-the-spot, totally lame excuse. "I-it's nothing," I laugh it off. Smooooth…

"Uh-huh…" He hands me back the papers and pencils, completely done. "Whatever. I won't make you explain your twisted common sense and logic to me."

I sigh, closing my eyes again planning to try to get my lost five hours of sleep in fifteen minutes. A magnificent ability that I'd like to be able to master. A few moments later, Link taps me on my shoulder, waking me up. I open my eyes, and try to muster up the energy to ask him what he wanted. He just nods in the direction of the front of the vehicle.

I sigh, sinking lower into my seat. I'd be fidgeting and worrying and be a nervous wreck, but I'm tired and have no energy for such stupid things. As he passes by, it's not too difficult to slip the paper into his pocket. Hey, if I'm going to be a chicken, I might as well do it this way.

"Okay, I'm going to regret asking, but what is on that paper?"

I lazily wave a hand to dismiss the question. "I'll tell you later. Can you wake me up when we're there?"

He sighs. "The things I do for you."

"That's what makes you such a great friend," I murmur.


I wanna hold you
Make it come true
Give all my lovin'
But I don't even know you
I'll be your sunshine
In pouring rain
And say I love you
But I don't even know your name

"Roy…Roy…Roy…" Ugh, what an annoying voice. So squeaky and high pitched and it was currently whining my ears off. "Wake uuuuuup." And there's the finger again, prodding away at my arm. I open my eyes and glare at the small blond boy with brown and black streaks in his hair. I scowl.

"What do you want?"

Pika makes this strange eeping noise and scoots away from me. "You almost spilled your soda all over the table," he informs me cheerily, pointing at my opened can, place precariously near one of my hands. I sigh, pulling back and taking a swig from the can. Nothing like a good healthy dose of sugar and caffeine to get the body working. Over the short boy's shoulder, I spot him. Sometimes he's sitting with a few other people, sometimes he's by himself. Today he's sitting by himself, reading a book, food lying to the side, forgotten. I resist the urge the urge to go over there and force him to eat. Yup. I definitely won't go over there and say, "You don't know me, even though I'm a few of your classes and take the same bus as you, but I demand you to eat something. By the way, I'm not sure if you saw it yet or not, but that paper in your pocket with the name and e-mail address, that's me."

That conversation would go just dandy, don't you think? Yeah, I thought so too.

An even smaller boy than Pika waves a hand in front of my face. "What are you staring at?" It's Pika's younger brother, Pi, who's hair was equally blond but only had black streaks. I swear, besides the fact that the younger was slightly more hyper and energetic, that's the only other way I can tell the difference between them.

Pika gets a mischievous grin on his face as he follows my previous line of sight. "You know, Pi, Roy's been giving a certain someone many a small glance," he hints calmly.

"What are you–" Pi starts, and then follows his brother's line of site. "Ohhhh…" He grins as well. "I guess it's not unexpected," he says, waving a small hand around. "Lot's of people have liked him before."

Pika nods, agreeing. "Ever since junior high."

"Wait, you guys know him?" I ask, sitting up straight.

"Nothing more than friendly acquaintances, but we talk sometimes," Pika answers.

"Okay! First things first," Pi announces, clapping his tiny hands together. "Do you really, really like him?"

I just stare and blink, wondering how to answer that question. "I don't see him much except for a few classes and on the bus. Honestly, I don't even know his name. He doesn't get called out in class a lot."

"What?!" they both yell simultaneously, turning most of the heads in the cafeteria to our direction.

"Shh! Keep it down!" I hiss at them, hiding behind my arms while resting my head on the table. I was getting a headache.


Now we are perfect strangers
No one standing next to you
Will I have the strength
To pull me through?

"Okay, a new first thing," Pika proclaims, slamming a fist into his open hand. "You are going over there and you are going to talk to him." He points in his general direction.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I exclaim, lifting my head and glaring at them. They could not be serious. I can come up with ten good reasons why I should not go over there and strike up a conversation. Just…give me a moment…

"I assure you we are a hundred percent serious," Pi informs me with a completely straight face.

I'm pretty sure my face has gone pale. "What the heck am I supposed to say?" I start to panic. They were really going to force me to go through with this. If I didn't do this today, they'd try again and again until I finally did it.

"Ask for help on homework or something."

"Homework?! Do you know how stupid that sounds?"

"Hey, it's a good excuse," Pi backs his brother up.

I sigh. "All I have with him is P.E., graphics, and English. We have English next. I doubt it'd be very smart to ask for help on homework that's due in less than twenty minutes." That'd really put me into a great perspective.

"While it would be odd, I'm sure he'd be glad to help." It sounds as if they were trying to hint at something…Maybe it's just me.

"I finished that though," I tell them.

"Lie!"

"No!"

Pika thinks while licking ketchup from a packet. That boy's obsession with ketchup had to be unhealthy. "Why can't you just go up to him and say hi?" I just stare at him. Hasn't he heard of awkward silences and tension so thick you could physically grab it and chop it with a knife? "Okay, okay, stupid question."

Pi nibbles thoughtfully on an apple. At least that one is healthy. "Hey, you went to that Renaissance Faire with Link, didn't you?"

"Er…yeah, during the summer. Why?"

Pika grins. "Talk to him about that. He mentioned wanting to go once."

I can't really argue with that. Well, argue and win anyways. So why bother, I mean, I'm tired enough as it is, and I just happened to be lucky to have a friend in every class to be there to keep me awake. But still. Just because there was a mutual topic to talk about doesn't mean it could be brought up easily.

Mewtwo, who has been sitting there, silently enjoying his meal and seemingly ignoring us until this moment, opens his freaky purple eyes and looks at me. Shivers go down my spine as I'm forced to get up. I'm ready to bet anything that that guy's a psychic and can use like, telekinesis or something.

The Chu brothers then hop to my sides and give me a good shove in his direction. I give them a good glare, silently swearing extreme torture upon their persons by my hands, before turning around to make my way to the table. I take a calming breath and open my mouth.

"Hey."


I wanna hold you
Make it come true
Give all my lovin'
But I don't even know you
I'll be your sunshine
In pouring rain
And say I love you
But I don't even know your name

And it stays open. I have to admit, I never imagined such an informal way of greeting someone coming out of his mouth. But never mind the greeting, his voice. My imagination could never do it justice before, though I'm proud to admit, it was pretty darn close. Put simply? It makes me want to melt on the spot. But I'm not of the female species so I'll keep myself from doing that.

I finally find my voice after a few painful seconds and respond. "Hey."

"Go ahead and sit, no one's stopping you," he nods to the seat across from him and goes back to the book. I think it's something Shakespearian…but I wouldn't really know.

I sit and look at the cover of the book. Hamlet. That's Shakespeare, right? I don't really remember. All these names and writers are the same to me. It was weird though. I heard it was really hard to understand and I voice this opinion.

He shrugs. "I don't really find it that difficult." Hahaha, but that's you. I'm passing English with relatively good scores, but I can still barely make out the meanings of the Old English words and speech.

"You must be passing with excellent scores," I mumble.

"I guess."

I sigh, resting my chin on my hand, elbow on the table, and took another drink from my can that Mewtwo no doubt floated over here. According to my internal clock, we had about five minutes of our lunch break left, but it could be wrong. Lack of sleep can do stuff like that to you. "We have English next," I say lamely, for lack of things to add.

He nods. I start drumming my fingers on the table and finish the rest of the soda just as the bell rings. To my utmost bewilderment, he waits for me as I go to toss the can away. As we start walking, he confuses me even more by starting up a conversation, by commenting on Pika and Pi's behavior. Of course, I didn't let my puzzlement keep me from upholding my end of the conversation, but it was strange. We were talking like we were old friends while not even knowing each other's names.

"Try not to fall asleep during the test," he says before we enter the classroom.

"Ah, I'll try. Oh, by the way, my name's Roy." I say. …Wait, there's a test?! I don't remember being told there was going to be a test today! His voice breaks me out of my panic, though.

"I know."

I look at him funny. But then I remember my tendency to get called out in class at least once a day, so I guess it wasn't that unbelievable. When he realizes I'm waiting for his name, he gives me the barest hint of a smile. Or maybe my eyes just enjoy playing tricks on me. They are tired.

"It's for me to know and for you to find out."

I mentally groan. Great, just great.

"You don't like to make things easy, do you?" I mutter as we start going into the classroom, realizing we were holding up the traffic.

"Nope."

I sigh. Okay, first things first: ace that test. Then I'll find out his name.


I wanna hold you
Make it come true
Give all my lovin'
But I don't even know you
I'll be your sunshine
In pouring rain
And say I love you
But I don't even know your name


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A/N: Hahaha…something's up with me. Really. First I spew out Yu-Gi-Oh and now SSB:M? Well, I actually searched around for RoyxMarth (MarthxRoy whatever) pics, and I was surprised at how many results I got. It was really quite interesting. Since the next installment of this is going to be IkexPit, I looked that up as well. There were more results than I expected. We live in a weird, weird world. XD And I find it funny, how when I first stumble upon an IkexPit picture, a couple of weeks later I go to my cousin's and while completely owning the computers and pausing at random moments, we (well he) starts playing around with such pairing (he was Ike and I was Pit). Well, more rants later. Tata!
--NarutoKyuu (-gigglesnort- Pika and Pi, the Chu brothers.)

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