Title: Tears and Hopes

Fandom: Super Smash Bros.

Rating: M

Genre: Romance/Tragedy

Summary: War…deaths…and then depression. Roy went through so much when he left the Smash Mansion years ago. When Marth discovered Roy's sudden changes in behavior and personality, he knew that something was wrong…inspired by my depression. Attempted suicide, depression, blood, character deaths. Marth x Roy.

Pairings: Marth x Roy

A/N: It's been a while my friends. I've been in a deep depression over a very personal problem (feel free to PM me about it if you want to know, I don't want to show it off to the world) and to cope with it, I decided to write a fanfic about it. My good friend SuzuriHeinze had done that with her fanfic, Don't Fall, and I thought "I should do that to cope with my depression…" Also...the reason why I'm writing this story? I don't want others to think that life isn't worth it and kill themselves. Please, my friends and fans, if you feel like life isn't worth it, or you're depressed and needed someone to talk to, my PM inbox is open. I almost killed myself in sixth grade, but I made it through. You will too. Just hang in there.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in the SSB nor the Fire Emblem fandom.

ENJOY!

Chapter 1

"WOLT!"

The agonized screams of the green-haired lad, as he was in the throes of death, broke Roy's heart. Roy gasped, and his eyes widened when he saw Wolt stabbed in the back by an Assassin.

Roy's eyes filled with tears as he watched his best friend in the final moments of his life. Wolt fell to the ground, blood quickly spreading around his lifeless body.

Roy's expression changed into anger; he clenched his jaw as his eyebrows lowered. Fury and adrenaline filled his veins as he screamed.

"YOU'LL PAY!" Roy yelled, rushing forward to Wolt's killer and, with his Sword of Seals, stabbed the enemy in the heart.

Once the assailant was killed, Roy turned to see Wolt lying on the ground, immobile.

"Wolt! WOLT!" Roy screamed, running towards his friend and kneeling beside him.

Wolt looked up at his childhood best friend, a small smile on his face. "Why so soon...? Sorry, Master Roy... I can't help you anymore..." he whispered.

Roy shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "Don't say that Wolt!" he sobbed. "You'll make it! Just hang in there…"

Wolt said nothing, and he closed his eyes, blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth.

Roy's eyes widened. "WOLT! Please…please stay alive!" Roy cried, shaking Wolt's lifeless body.

Wolt did not respond.

"WOLT! WOLT!" Roy screamed, more tears flowing down his cheeks.

Roy's army saw what was going on, and they ran towards the two. One of the soldiers tried to pull the sobbing Roy away so they could get Wolt's body, but Roy pushed him away. He continued to shake Wolt's body as he screamed his friend's name.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLT!"

"C'mon Roy! Let's play!"

Ten-year-old Roy smiled when Wolt called out to him. Roy chased the other boy out of Pherae castle.

"Come and catch me, Roy!" Wolt teased as he ran through the garden behind the castle.

Roy laughed, a wide smile on his face. "I'm gonna get you!" he called back.

The two boys laughed as they ran around the castle, both having a grand time. When Roy was no longer behind him, Wolt stopped running and looked around, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

Suddenly, Roy jumped from the bushes, tackling the other boy into a hug.

"Tag! You're it!" Roy cried out with a smile on his face.

Wolt laughed as he held his best friend back. "No fair!" he cried, giggling in excitement.

"You're gonna be my best friend forever!" Roy said.

Wolt laughed again. "You are too, Roy."

The two held each other close, enjoying each other's company and friendship.

Sixteen-year-old Roy sat on a rock, staring down at Wolt's grave. A bow and arrow, along with red roses, laid on the ground over where the young boy was buried.

It had been a year since Wolt was killed in action, and Roy could not shake the images that appeared in his head. Wolt's lifeless body…the blood…

Tears began to form in his eyes. "Wolt…" Roy sniffed, his heart breaking the more he stared at his best friend's grave.

He buried his face in his hands, sobbing. "Why?! Just…why?!"

"Roy?"

Roy heard a voice from behind him, and he turned to see his father, Eliwood.

"Father?" Roy sniffed. "W-what are you doing here?"

Eliwood smiled slightly at his son. "You've been gone for a couple of hours now, so I came to check on you."

"Oh…" Roy sighed, turning his attention back to Wolt's grave.

Eliwood sat beside his son, also staring at the grave. "Still missing Wolt, I see."

Roy said nothing as he nodded.

Eliwood closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. "He was a good young man…he will be sorely missed."

After Eliwood spoke, the two said nothing for a few minutes until Roy spoke up. "Father?"

"Yes, Roy?"

"Please…promise me…" Roy grabbed his father's hand and held it close to his chest. "Don't leave me."

Eliwood smiled at him before coughing. Roy knew that his father had been ill, but he wanted Eliwood to stay with him longer. "I promise, son," Eliwood said, hugging his child.

Roy buried his face in his father's shoulder, sobbing as he breathed in the leather scent of Eliwood's tunic.

Two years later…

Roy ran down the hallway of his castle, looking for a certain someone.

"Father?" he called, a smile on his face. In his hands was a gift box he had gotten from a nearby store. Today was his father's birthday, and the now eighteen-year-old had spent all day trying to find the perfect gift for Eliwood. He could imagine the smile his father would have on his face, and the hug he would give his loving son.

When Roy approached Eliwood's chambers, he knocked on the door.

"Father?" he called again.

No response.

Roy raised an eyebrow, wondering why his father wasn't answering. Curious, he grabbed the doorknob and was surprised to find that it turned with no resistance—it was unlocked.

Inside, Eliwood was laying in his bed, his eyes closed.

"Father," Roy said, still smiling. "I got a gift for you."

Eliwood said nothing nor did he open his eyes.

"…Father?" Roy asked, his voice filled with worry.

He walked towards Eliwood's bed, and came to a halt when he noticed that his father's chest was not moving up and down.

Roy began to shake him, hoping that his father was just fast asleep.

"Father? Wake up!" he called out.

Yet, there was still no response.

Roy placed his head on Eliwood's chest.

No sound. No heartbeat.

Roy's eyes widened. "…No…" he gasped, reality hitting him. His heart dropped into his stomach as he felt his breath whoosh out of his lungs. Tears formed in his eyes, and he frantically shook his head in denial.

"Father! FATHER!" Roy screamed, trying in vain to shake him awake, hoping and praying that he really was just sleeping—that this was all just some joke, or a dream.

But he was not. Eliwood was gone.

"No…NO!" Roy sobbed, tears streaming down his face once again. "You promised Father! You promised that you wouldn't leave me!"

Roy then buried his face in Eliwood's chest, his tears staining the man's shirt.

Please don't leave me alone!

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