I was inspired to write this while staring out an airplane window at the top of the clouds. It was mesmerizing, I think it's something that everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime. Clouds are so mysterious, yet pure at the same time. I sound a little crazy, but hopefully you know what I mean :)

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Chapter One

"Another ale! I seem to have gone dry, my kind sir!" The young man shouted across the bar, his voice heavily slurred. He giggled goofily as he raised his glass and swayed in his seat, the rough-hewn wooden stool tipping slightly to one side before falling heavily back into place.

"I think you've had enough." The tough looking bartender said. He glared at the fellow as he harshly wiped a glass mug. He was used to this, young kids coming in and getting sloppy. What this kid needed was a good kick in the ass, if you asked him. But he was, after all, flipping silver coins easily onto the stained counter top, one after another.

The drunken youth ran his hands through his shaggy blue hair. He vaguely thought how badly he needed a trim, the mussed tresses just brushed his shoulders. A tipsy woman smiled coyly a few seats away. She twirled her cup and bit her lip as she gazed at him with bright gray eyes. Although blue and green hair was common in his home country of Altea, here in this foreign district he received many stares for it's bright cobalt color.

"My friend, right here, doesn't seem to think so!" He said jovially as he held up another shining coin. The bartender eyed it greedily then snatched it between his thick fingers. The young man smiled satisfactorily as he watched the amber liquid rise frothing in his glass.

The woman slunk over and draped an arm across his shoulders. Her curly red hair brushing over his back. "Well, hey there, handsome. What do they call you?" She said, slightly stumbling over her words.

"My mother called me Marth, but everyone else just called me a bastard!" He swung his head back and laughed heartily.

"Well, Marth, I can tell you like to have a good time." Her eyes never leaving the slim coin he twirled between his fingers.

Marth smiled as he slid an arm around her waist. "That I do, ma'am, that I do. And I suppose you want to show me one?"

"Sure can, sugar, why don't we leave right now?" She grinned toothily as he downed the rest of his drink and scraped his stool back.

"Sounds like a perfect idea!" Marth swayed as he stood, leaning into the girl for support. The bartender humphed as he slumped over and wiped down the counter. The pair giggled as they exited the tavern to the quiet street.

It was a perfect night, it was peacefully silent except for the light chirping of crickets and occasional hoot of a lone owl. The full moon sent a gentle glow over the wheat stalks that bowed and waved in the feathery breeze. The stars twinkled softly in the vast expanse of sky over the fields and treetops. Marth could never get enough of looking at those beautiful stars. In the city he grew up in, nights were filled with festivities and fireworks. Before he left home, he had never seen a star. Even in his drunken state, he wished there was some way to just reach out and take one to keep as his own. He stretched out one gloved hand towards the floating diamonds, but let it drop to his side as he focused his attention back on the girl that was chattering away happily wrapped in his arm.

"Never thought I'd find a pretty girl like you in a mangy old bar like that." He slurred as they stumbled down the road.

The girl glanced over her shoulder. They were completely alone. "Well, it's the perfect place to pick up suckers like you!" She said and smiled brightly up at him.

"Wha-?" Marth was cut of as she swiftly punched him in the ribcage. He grabbed his side and curled to the ground, laying in the grass, his head was spinning. He struggled in vain to sit up, but slipped back down. Why wouldn't his vision clear? The girl then repeatedly kicked him in the stomach. When he was wheezing with pain, she searched his pockets.

"See? I told ya I could show ya a good time, baby." She smiled widely at the riches she stuffed into her bag. "I'll show myself a real good time with this! I just love boys like you!" She leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before straightening up and giving him a good, hard kick to the face.

Marth's vision exploded with stars, then everything went black.

Short, I know. But it'll get there. There's something strange, yet satisfying in imagining a drunken Marth getting beat up by a hooker... Haven't actually written anything in a while, but summer's almost here so I'll be able to write a lot more often! Yay! Maybe I'll actually finish a multi-chapter fic! Which I still have yet to do! (Not counting contest entries, of course) Thanks for reading! Review? I'll love you long time :)