Author's note: Howdy, one and all!

I'm here to pay a tribute to what is possibly the sexiest pairing on the planet... which is also made of delicious crack. Now, don't ask me what I was thinking. I dunno. I only got into Brawl recently and something about this pairing just rubs me the right way.

Anyway, just to be clear, this is yaoi. Shonen-ai. Boy/boy love. If you don't like it, then move along. Simple as. I have no time for the close-minded. XP Sorry to say.

Well, to everyone who's still here, enjoy!

P.S. One of these games (Twilight Princess), I've completed twice. The other (Fire Emblem), I've never played once, so if any facts are wrong (even the tiniest things), let me know and I'll fix them.

P.S.S. This fic was much harder to write than I imagined. It was quite surprising. It's the first time I've ever written for these characters, so I really hope I've, at least, done them justice. It also felt like a divergence from the norm for me, so we'll call it a 'tester fic'.

P.S.S.S. This fic was also just meant to be a one-shot, but (due to both me growing attached to it and the severe lack of Link/Marth on the site), I've decided to add more chapters. You could maybe even call them drabbles, although they're much longer than your average drabble. Lol.

Illogical

Link watched in awe as Marth executed a perfect mid-air Critical Hit, knocking Fox straight out of the arena for the final time. It was as breath-taking as the first time he'd seen it.

"Game!" the announcer cried as the prince landed gracefully back on his feet. "The winner is... Marth!"

Marth swung his sword around and muttered something to himself amidst the cheering crowd.

"Amazing, as always!" Peach cried from nearby.

"Indeed," Zelda agreed. "He's proven himself to be quite the fighter lately."

"Oh, yes! And he's such a handsome young man, too!"

"Careful," Samus said teasingly, "don't let Mario hear you say that."

The three women chuckled.

Link allowed himself the tiniest of smirks as he watched Marth exit the stage. Indeed, the prince was rather good-looking. His features held a strange balance of femininity and masculinity that he, somehow, managed to make work. It was bizarre, but that was Marth for you.

Shaking his head of these thoughts, he stood up from his seat and headed out of the stadium.

"(Hey, Link!)" Marth called out.

Link stopped and turned to his fellow swordsman with a smile, before nodding and walking over to him. "Hey," he replied.

"(Did you watch my match earlier?)"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"(It didn't seem like Fox was putting up much of a fight. He barely made a grab for that smash ball when it appeared.)"

"Yeah, I noticed."

"(Maybe he's having problems with his girlfriend again. What was her name?)"

"Krystal, I think."

"(Yes, that's the one.)"

Link was grateful to Master Hand that everyone could understand each other in this dimension. It had taken some getting used to, but it was nice that they could all speak in their mother tongues and still understand each other.

As if to illustrate his point, two creatures from the Pokemon world approached one another.

"(Hey there, Jigglypuff!)" Pikachu called out.

"(Hey, Pikachu!)" Jigglypuff replied.

"(Nice hat!)"

Jigglypuff giggled, tipping her sunhat backwards with her paw. "(Thanks! And nice goggles!)"

"(Oh, heh heh...)" Pikachu fidgeted embarrassedly with the goggles on his head. "(Thanks...)"

"(So, how are things going with that rabbit you told me about? What was her name? Buneary?)"

Pikachu blushed. "(Oh! Well... they're going fine... What about you and Whismur?)"

"(Just peachy!)"

Suddenly, Kirby bounded over, holding a microphone. "Jigglypuff!" he cried. "Another duet! Another duet!"

Jigglypuff recoiled in horror. "(No!)"

"(Please don't...)" Pikachu said, backing away slowly.

Marth chuckled at the creatures' antics and Link couldn't help but chuckle along with him. The last time Kirby and Jiggypuff had tried a duet, the crowd had fallen asleep clutching their ears in pain.

"(Come on,)" Marth said, "(let's go for a walk.)"

Link nodded. "Sure," he replied.

Link really enjoyed this dimension. For reasons beyond his understanding, Master Hand had granted him access to what the other fighters had dubbed Smash World whenever he wanted. Maybe it was because, back home, he'd saved Hyrule from being taken over by the Twilight Realm. Maybe it was because he'd been dubbed a hero by the spirits of the springs. If that was the case, he had no idea why some of the other fighters were here, but it didn't really matter. They were an interesting bunch of characters and he enjoyed spending time with them all.

One person that he particularly enjoyed spending time with was Marth.

As the two of them sat together on a bench, Marth began to carefully clean the blade of his Falchion with a cloth. "(You know, I really like this place,)" he said.

"Yeah?" Link asked.

Marth continued to stare at his sword as he cleaned it. "(It's nice, having a fight and not having to worry about any of your troops dying.)"

"I'll bet."

"(And they're only friendly fights, because no one here is out to truly hurt anyone.)

"Yeah." He paused. "I thought you did really well in your fight earlier."

Marth looked up and smiled at him. "(You think so?)"

Link nodded, smiling back. "Yeah." He paused again. "Actually, you always do really well."

"(Well, thank you, but you're no slacker, yourself.)"

"Thanks." He paused again. "But the speed you swing your sword. It's... unreal. I can't swing the Master Sword that fast, unless I grab a smash ball."

"(It comes with years of practice.)"

"And the Falchion's such a nice sword..." He could feel his mouth start to run like a tap, now. "You keep it in such good condition."

"(Thank you... though the same could be said for your Master Sword.)" Marth paused. "(I have also seen you use your Hero's Bow on various occasions. It's a very fine bow.)"

"Thanks."

"(The bow isn't really my specialty, but I can tell that you are very skilled with it.)"

Link could feel himself getting slightly embarrassed. "Well..."

"(So, how are things back in your world?)"

Link recovered from his embarrassment. "Well, lately, I've been teaching Colin how to fight with a wooden sword. The kid still wants to be like me when he grows up... and he asked Beth out a while ago."

"(Oh, good for him.)"

"Yeah. What about your world?"

"(Not much. Life has been very peaceful, of late.)" Marth paused. "(You have a horse, if I recall.)"

"Yeah, Epona."

"(With your experience and vast array of weapons, you would be very useful as a member of my army.)"

This perked Link's interest. "I would?"

"(Yes.)" Swinging his sword, he gracefully slid it back into its sheath. "(You would make a good cavalier... or perhaps a hero, appropriately enough.)"

Link chuckled. "Well, thanks."

"(You're very welcome.)" Marth paused again, his eyes glancing at Link's green tunic for a split second. "(Now, tell me again how you use your Clawshots. That story always fascinates me.)"

Link nodded. "Sure."

As Link avidly explained the intricacies of his Double Clawshots, he inwardly marvelled at how comfortable he was around Marth. Normally, he wasn't one for talking very much. This possibly stemmed from his youth, where he'd been a very shy child who'd been left in Ordon Village by his mother and had had difficulty fitting in. These days, it more out of habit than anything.

However, around Marth, those walls tended to crumble away. Not even his childhood friend and current girlfriend could instill such a need to talk from him.

Ilia. All that he'd been through for her had only strengthened his feelings for her and, sometime after saying goodbye to Midna, Ilia had asked him out. He'd immediatly jumped at the chance and they'd been together ever since. However, despite how happy he was with her, he didn't share the same connection with her as he did with Marth. He'd never been a violent soul, but going on an adventure to save Hyrule had instilled a passion for fighting inside him and, since Ilia was a pacifist that couldn't (and didn't want to) fight, he simply couldn't talk to her about this passion. Marth, however, was his equal in terms of fighting skill and passion for fighting. The two of them could talk for hours about their battles and weapons.

True, there were other brawlers in this dimension that loved weapons, but none of them were quite like Marth. Pit, for example, was a cool guy in his own right, though he could be quite tiresome after a while. His voice had a tendency to grate on the ears (though not quite as much as Sonic's could) and conversations with him tended to either contain several 'Pit' puns or drift towards 'Lady Palutena'. Ike, on the other hand, was fairly quiet and often emitted an aura of being cold and distant. Link could tell that he was a nice guy at heart, but every conversation with him so far hadn't really gotten anywhere.

"(Such interesting weapons.)" Marth placed his hand on the bench.

"Thanks. They were a lucky find." Link placed his hand on the bench, accidentally placing it on top of Marth's. The shock of the touch made him jump and he quickly jerked his hand away. "Sorry!"

"(It's okay...)"

Heart pounding slightly, he looked up at Marth, whose blue eyes shone in the midday sun. His dark blue hair perfectly framed his feminine face, which was delicate yet strong, all at once. One could mistake him for a tomboy, if not for the princely uniform that greatly resembled his own hero's uniform.

He shook away the thoughts. No, he couldn't begin thinking like this. These strange feelings had been plaguing him for a while, now, but he couldn't allow them to take control. He had a girlfriend. Plus, Marth was a guy and came from a different world. Not to mention, the prince had a girlfriend of his own. It was illogical, impractical and downright stupid.

Marth looked at the Hylian sitting beside him. He had he prettiest blue eyes that he'd ever seen. They perfectly complimented his long pointy ears and dirty blonde hair. Not to mention, those blue earrings he was wearing were strangely alluring.

He shook away his thoughts. No, he couldn't afford to think this way. It was just wrong, on so many levels! He was a guy, who liked girls! Specifically, girls from his own world.

It was difficult to deny that he'd felt something when Link had touched his hand by accident, but he was just going to have to. That was all there was to it. He couldn't be developing feelings for this... this... elf.

Okay, so that was unfair. Link wasn't an elf. He was a hero where he came from, much like he was. In fact, one of the most admirable things about Link was that he'd saved his world by himself, save for the help of a 'Twili', as Link had called her. Whatever battles he'd fought in, he'd always made sure to have an entire army behind him, as he believed that teamwork was key for victory. The thought of redoing all of that with nothing but one person by his side... He just couldn't imagine it.

Another admirable thing about Link was that he was a fantastic listener. Various times in the past, if he'd had a problem and had needed to vent to someone, Link had been the one to go to. Being a quiet individual, he tended not to talk much, unless the subject was one that he was passionate about. It was always strangely adorable whenever he could make the usually silent Hylian run his mouth like a tap. He didn't get this same effect from his girlfriend, who was great to talk to, but not the greatest of listeners.

Shiida. He'd known the princess since childhood, but being in the heat of battle together had only strengthened their companionship. At the conclusion of the war, he'd asked her out and she'd been quick to accept. He was very happy with her, so it was illogical to feel this way around Link, a guy from another world, who had a girlfriend of his own.

"(So, uh...)" Link said, shuffling slightly on the bench, "(I was wondering if we could have a match sometime soon.)"

Marth smiled and cockily brushed his hair from his eyes. "Certainly," he replied. "I would like that very much."

Link nodded, then looked down at his green tunic. "(I was... thinking of wearing my red tunic for it. What do you think?)

"Every one of your tunics suits you very well. Go with whichever you like."

Link looked back up at him. "(Yeah?)"

"Of course."

Link smiled. "(Well, thanks.)"

Marth's mouth continued to run, without much thought going into what he was saying. "Perhaps I should also wear my red tunic. It might be interesting to match up our colours for the fight."

Link blinked at him. "(You wanna match up?)"

"Yes. It would be my honour to wear the same colour as you."

Link blinked again, then tilted his head and gave him an exceedingly warm smile. "(Thanks.)"

Marth could feel his breath catch in his throat at the sight. Coupled with the sunlight shining at the perfect angle through Link's dirty blonde hair, that smile looked... magical. He got the strangest desire, in that moment, to lean across the bench and plant a gentle kiss on the Hylian's lips. He stared at him, unable to look away.

"(Leave me alone!)" a voice cried.

Marth snapped out of his trance and looked to the side of him. A much younger Link, who looked rather freaked out, ran past, being chased by a giggling Waddle Dee that was wearing a bandana. After a few moments, they were gone.

Marth looked away again. Normally, he'd find a scene like that very amusing (especially since it reminded him that there were two Links in this world, one of which the other fighters liked to call Toon Link), but the fact was, he was rather shaken by what he shouldn't have even considered doing, but did...

He stood up and brushed imaginary dust off his cape to busy himself, then cleared his throat. "Well..." he said, "I heard Ike has a match later on, so I want to be able to watch that."

"(Oh, sure.)" Link also stood up. "(Then maybe we can... arrange that match?)"

"Certainly."

The two of them headed towards the stadium, walking side-by-side. Marth glanced sideways at Link, who seemed to be lost in thought. He looked away again. He didn't really understand what he was feeling for the Hylian or why he was feeling it. He only knew one thing: whatever it was, he had to try his best to ignore it. It was impractical and simply... illogical.