Sort of a one shot. Had a sudden inspiration. If anyone is interested in more, I'd need an idea. PM me.
He stared through the one way glass door into the lighted room. It had always been like this. As he had fully expected, Marth was surrounded by ladies eagerly talking to him, a few men hanging around as well, pretending like they were his friends so they had a chance with the girls. Marth was definitely one of the 'in' crowd. Definitely a leader.
Samus was also surrounded, dressed in her zero suit, confidently explaining the rules and telling those interested her story. She was also one of the veterans. One to be idolized. Part of the group.
Ike had been unqualified for Melee by a slim margin, the red haired Roy making it instead. It had crushed him briefly, but then stimulated him to try harder. Though he was sure he had failed his examinations and test run for Brawl, he had found, to his surprise, that he had gotten in, and not even as the lowest tiered character. This happy fact had been instantly crushed.
In Brawl Ike was labeled a slow character, physically and mentally. He was a klutz and he knew it. It didn't help that he constantly stuttered and blushed, embarrassed and nervous, around any of the girls. His occasional victories initiated his quote, "You'll get no sympathy from me," and he was unanimously shunned for weeks.
Not a friendly, amiable person in general, Ike had severely struggled to make any friends. He would have good strikes when he helped a teammate win during team battles, but the friendship disappeared the next day. His quip, "I fight for my friends," was an oxymoron and he knew it as much as everyone else did.
Trying to get into the 'in' crowd he had approached Marth one day, stuttering and stammering as he tried to begin some sort of talk with the famous prince. Not a good conversationalist to begin with, Ike found himself staring, ashamed, into the cold blue eyes, as he failed to even finish his question about the weather.
"You were the one who replaced Roy, weren't you?" The voice was icy and Marth didn't wait for an answer, turning around in a swirl of cape and leaving Ike, forsaken in the hallway.
Being shunned made him colder than usual and he accepted his fate as the outcast, growing colder and farther away. He seemed to fit in with another cold, dark figure; Snake. Yet, though they would sit at lunch together on occasion, they were never friends. And, having read the list earlier, Ike knew Snake hadn't qualified for Smash 4.
He thought about how he had changed. He was taller, more mature, had better command of himself; stronger. He wasn't scared of meeting new people now. He was himself. A hard stoic who didn't have friends, didn't want friends, and couldn't be softened. He was a well trained brawler with a quicker mind and a thirst for beating the dirt out of people that he hadn't had before. In Brawl he had been nice at heart, but insecure and nervous. By the end of Brawl he had become dark and sort of brooding. Through the training sessions and active working out; fighting constantly, before Smash 4, he had become an immovable giant who had no sympathy, no friends, and a cold, hard heart to guide him through this new life; a warriors mind.
Ike pushed open the door and stepped into the room, the heavy thud of his boots on the floor causing all in the room to turn their heads.
R&R. LMK if you want more and give a suggestion. Thanks.
