He was a hero, a legendary one at that. He wasn't frightened by any man or beast. He had led the finest band of mercenaries, defeated Mad King Ashnard and the Goddess Ashera. He had done all these things, and yet here he was, lying in bed with a mild headache, sore throat, and stuffy nose.

Ike never got sick, he was too strong. Out of all the things that could bring him down, a common cold should not be one of them. He felt that every moment he spent lying in this bed, any pride he may have had was fading away.

All he wanted was for this cold to go away. All he needed was sleep. Last night it never came to him. He had to call off his nightly workouts at the gym, and when he returned to his room, his throat was so sore that it made it near impossible to fall asleep.

When the morning sunrise peeked through his windows with its brilliant golden radiance, he finally felt like his body was truly on the verge of rest. By then, he had grown used to the pain in his throat. It seemed that sleep for the Radiant One was inevitable, and it may have been so, if not for one small detail.

He was currently living in Smash Mansion. It didn't take long for the constant yelling, screaming, crying, laughing, banging, playing and fighting that went hand in hand when living with seventy some residents in one building, to break out shortly after sunrise. Between the Smashers, the Assistant Fighters, the Mii's, and god's know how many visitors, Master Hand's beloved mansion became a complete mad house.

Ike spent hours on end trying to drown out the sounds.

"Hey, Samus… Show me your moves!"

"Link, where are you?! Link!"

"Playtime is over, Star Fox!" there was a sudden ruckus; it sounded like the Koopalings were dog pilling Fox and Falco. Ike could only tell by the rather livid screams of the former and latter.

"Look, its Falco's blaster!" That one sounded like Lemmy. There was another round of ruckus, before Ike heard, and felt something stomping past his room.

"Lemmy, please be careful with that!" Judging by the deep voice, it was definitely Bowser.

"Hey everyone, who wants to see me ride this rolling crate down the hall!" The accent was Shulk. Following his remark was loud cheering. Moments later, Ike heard the crate roll past his door, followed by a rather loud crash that knocked Ragnell off its rack.

Ike grumbled to himself.


-Several hours later-


Ike felt himself doze off. Maybe this was it, maybe he was finally going to fall asleep.

'Knock, knock, knock!' Ike jumped slightly. Whoever was knocking sounded as if they were trying to break down the door.

"Who is it?" Ike's voice was scolding.

"Hey, Ike, it's Roy. Are you going to be training with Robin today, she wanted to know?" Ike looked over to his clock. It read 1:37. He usually trained from 11:00 to 12:00, so he was definitely too late to train today. Plus it felt like his throat was getting worse, not to mention that his minor headache had become a slight migraine.

"No Roy, I'm not feeling well today." Ike's voice was groggy, and sounded like it was full of phlegm.

"Are you sick, Ike?" Ike squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"Yes Roy, I am sick…." Ike rolled over to his side.

"Oh, okay, I'll let everyone know not to bother you." Ike sighed; perhaps he was going to finally get some sleep after all. He let his eyelids shut, as his mind grew ever heavier.

"Hey! Everyone! Ike's sick, so don't bother him!" Roy sounded like he had only walked ten feet from Ike's door.


-One hour later-


Ike never got to sleep. He was wickedly hot, despite the fact that it was twenty two degrees outside. His pillow was drenched with sweat. The ruckus outside never ceased as well.

'Tap, tap…' Ike grumbled to himself.

"For the love of Yune, what now?" The door opened, with a familiar tactician walking through it. Ike would have scolded anyone else for walking into his room, but seeing as it was Robin, he could care less. She was his partner in the Smash Tourneys, or as he called her, 'his tactician'.

"Well nice to see you too, Ike." She was only teasing, but Ike still felt guilty.

"My apologies Robin, I-I've had a bit of a long day." She smiled to the mercenary, seating herself on his bed.

"You don't need to be sorry, Ike." She handed him a tea cup she had been holding. Ike looked inside the cup to see warm broth inside. Robin then handed Ike a pill.

"I went to Doctor Mario; he said this should help you sleep." Ike gladly took it, placing it on his tongue and taking a sip from his broth.

Robin noticed the drips of sweat in Ike's bangs; she stood up and headed to his bathroom. Ike heard the sound of running water for a moment, as Robin returned with a wet rag. She began patting his head, trying to cool him off.

While the feeling was nice, Ike felt bad for having to see Robin do this for him. They were good friends, and he found it embarrassing for her to see him like this.

"Hey, um … Robin." She locked with his gaze. "I want to apologize for missing our daily training session. I know keeping your skills on point means a lot to you."

She giggled. "Don't be silly Ike, all of us get sick from time to time, even a Radiant Hero like you." This made Ike titter. She continued to pat Ike's forehead. "Besides…" Ike looked back at her, "You're my best friend, and I enjoy taking care of you sometimes."

"Well, you are my tactician, but try not to get used to it." Ike retorted.

She giggled again, standing up; she leaned down to the mercenary to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

"Get some sleep okay?" she made way for the door. Ike smiled as he watched her.

"You're going to regret that later." She turned, placing a finger to her chin to make it look like she was deep in thought.

"Well if I get sick, at least you and I will have an excuse to lose tomorrow's fight with Rosalina and Dark Pit." She paused, peering at Ike from the corners of her eyes, "By the way, you and I have a fight together against Rosalina and Dark Pit tomorrow."

Ike laughed, breaking out into coughs slightly. "Thanks for the warning." She giggled again.

"Alright grumpy pants, try and get some sleep."

Ike let out a low sigh, laying his head into his pillow as he closed his eyes so he could attempt to sleep for the hundredth time.


Hope you enjoyed this story. If I were to have a timeline for when this is set, I'd say a few weeks after Roy and Ryu's DLC came out. Anyway, Reviews and follows are appreciated. You have my permission to make fun of me. :P