What Becomes of a Swordsman Chapter 1: A Trick to the Eyes, a super smash brothers fanfic

Hey guys! So this is my first story. It's a fic that will be following Marth in his hardships, adventures, battles, and relationships.

Why is it rated T?
Well, I like to be cautious. There's not any bad language or anything like that, it's just that there may be some offensive comments made... -baps Captain Falcon-

C.F: T.T

Also, there will be shounen-ai..so yeah. I'm just playing it safe for now.

What Becomes of a Swordsman

Chapter One: A Trick to the Eyes

The colorful lands buzzed with excitement. Something big was happening today. . something that had not occurred in years. This time around, though, it was to be greater than in the past. It was to be huge.

'The gathering of some of the greatest fighters from many different worlds is returning to the Mushroom Kingdom area! The Smash Brothers are reuniting! New faces shall emerge!'

Marth looked at the sign with his deep, sad eyes. The events that were to take place did not bother him; it was what had happened before he'd received an invitation to join the Smash Brothers that was eating at his insides. He tried to brush the thoughts aside and focus on the clear, solid path before him. He hugged his cloak around his long, slender body out of nervousness and walked towards what looked like a gigantic mushroom with little black eyes. In front of the odd mushroom was a large gate with golden letters on either section of the two-part gate. 'S.M'

'So this is Smash Mansion…Odd design…' The young man thought to himself as he moved forward once more. His strides were naturally quick and swift and his feet appeared to barely graze the ground by the elegant way in which he carried himself. It only took a minute or so for him to reach the gate which was just open enough for him to slip through with ease. His inner nervousness expanded the closer he got to the door.

When he stepped onto the first of a mere three steps the door pulled open, causing him to pause. He felt anxious to see who or what was on the other side and his heart lightened some when he say a short, stout man with a slight curl to his thick mustache. "Ah-ha! There you are-a! You must-a be Marth-a, I'mma Mario! Come in!"

Marth chuckled, not bothering to try and correct the pronunciation of his name seeing that the fellow had a heavy Italian accent, and reached down to shake the friendly man's hand before the two of them entered the mansion.

"Wow…." He said under his breath. The one called Mario smiled up at him before politely parting ways with the prince. Marth clung to his traveling cloak as he stared around at the main hall. It was vibrantly colored and filled with an equally as colorful assortment of people. He had never seen so many different kinds of creatures and humanoids in all his travels. The overwhelming sight of all of them temporarily drug his mind from what plagued him.

As the blue-haired prince of a faraway land stood a bit distant from the crowd, a spandex-wearing, helmeted man eyed him. "Hey," he murmured from the side of his mouth, elbowing a slightly short teenager to his right. "Check out that chick . . She's a looker, eh?"

"Who?" the teen with wild, red hair blinked before his eyes turned in the direction that Captain Falcon was looking. He stared for a moment and squinted his eyes… the one with blue hair looked strangely familiar. "Yeah..," he started, "But . . are you positive that's a she?"

"Duh! What kind of fruit-loop guy would go out looking like that, kid?" He slugged the teen in the shoulder. "C'mon. Watch a master work his charm."

Roy rolled his bright blue eyes and followed as Captain Falcon walked over to Marth. He stood back a couple feet and watched, arms folding over his chest.

Marth looked over at the two men, fixing his treasured tiara on his head and regaining his posture. Before he knew it, the odd looking one in tight clothing had flung an arm around his slender (unarmored) shoulders. "Hey sweet-cheeks," Captain Falcon started. "Martha, is it? What's a gorgeous lady like you doin' here?"

Marth's eyes widened and his mouth dropped. 'Great gods! They think I'm a woman!' He shouted in his mind. His face flushed a bright red. The most he could do was not to yell and cause a scene to prevent further embarrassment to himself, so he shoved the man's arm away quickly a spoke, his voice making it clear that he was not female.

"I've come here to fight."

The prince bowed politely and took and single step back, throwing the cloak over his shoulders to allow it to land freely behind him. He was not clad in his armor at the time and by this, his light blue tunic revealed that he most certainly was NOT endowed with breasts.

Captain Falcon jumped back, shock on his face. He went pale, then blushed as the ornery young red-head behind him began cracking up, buckling over a little bit with his hands to his abdomen. "Well, th-there's you're fruit-loop, eh, Falcon?" Roy cackled.

The Altean had never heard the term 'fruit-loop' before, but it seemed to be one of those things that a person would catch on to immediately. His deep blues began to well up with tears at the boy's laughter due to sheer embarrassment and he was quick to escape through the crowd before he broke down in front of the two.

What do you think? R&R, please! This will be continued.

Edit Fixed a couple mistakes thanks to some good reviews. () Wahh..Dyslexia?