Title: Tired
Fandoms: Super Smash Brothers
Characters/Pairings: Ike/Roy
Rating: PG13
Warnings/Spoilers: OOC
Summary:I'm tired of it all
Disclaimer: Characters not mine
i.
Marth was tired of it all.
He was tired of the voices whispering sweet nothings in his ears, he was tired of promises which brought to no fruition, and he was tired of so much more than the kingdom that was doomed to fail, no matter how hard he had tried.
There used to be someone who kept him going, who kept his spirits high, who's cheerful personality made him laugh, even in the hardest of times, and who was there when he was in pain: when his sister died, and when everything went downhill.
He was tired of staying in the place where his pain hit the hardest.
He was tired of holding back tears.
He was tired of the strings that held what little he had together.
He was tired of living.
So he decided he wouldn't live anymore.
He watched them, their gentle touches on the skin, the sound of the joyous laughter, and wished he could join them, but there was no point.
He stared at himself, at his figure.
And wondered if he was even close to matching the mercenary that held the body of the red haired general.
He didn't want to believe.
He was tired of Hope, of the promise of change, which ended up bringing only nothings.
And then he closed his eyes and wished it all away.
ii.
Roy was surprised when he heard Ike ask for them to go steady.
His first thoughts were of Marth, of what Marth would say when he caught him and Ike together, fingers interlaced.
And then he realized he didn't care.
Maybe it was because he had lost contact with Marth, when the prince refused to touch him, and they had rarely spoken. It seemed like such a good idea way back when, their relationship, that is. They were so attached, so together, never one without the other.
It somehow just disappeared.
Marth had refused to say anything about the reason why he had refused, and Roy, as uncomfortable as it was, took Ike's offer, and they became a token.
Soon the interlaced fingers turned to wet kisses on the forehead, then on the cheek.
And Roy wondered what Marth had to say about that.
He never caught the Prince after that.
The Prince had acknowledged their existence, and it perhaps ended at that. Roy wanted the icy touch of the aloof prince's fingers on his arms, his face, everywhere that his hands cold go.
But he would never let Marth knew.
He would live on as Ike's 'woman', and pretend to be happy, even though his heart was cracking with each passing moment. It would only be a few hours when it would fragment, and he would wake each morning, wondering why he hadn't followed the light.
That was his reason, his motivation, until Marth took him back from Ike.
Because they were Marth and Roy, the Prince of Altea, and the General of Lycia.
iii.
It wasn't like him to press on.
He didn't belong here, and everyone knew.
He killed the atmosphere, and he killed the laughter in two people, and especially those two. Maybe it was just love at first sight, which was what normal people would say. He knew better, he knew better than anyone that it wasn't love at first sight.
He didn't care who stood in the way.
He got what he wanted.