Author's Note:

This is incredibly late, and I'm a dick. This is for Nasune Amkane/Angel of Day. She told me plot details, and I somehow managed to go full retard on this. She wanted something cute, but I just made it stupid. And if this is not to your tastes, I am sincerely sorry. But if you like it, well...That's great! Mission accomplished.

Quiet, tranquil, serene. Relaxing atmosphere. That was things the current situation lacked.

Pit was running frantic, accusing everyone who was foolish enough to stand in his way. Quite literally too; the young boy verbally threatened everything that was within fifteen feet of his radius.

''Traitor!'' Pit yelled at the top of his lungs.

He didn't even have time to react before Pit had thrown himself on top of him.

''C-calm down Pit! Please, just let me explain myself!'' Roy used almost all of his strength to pry off the frantic brunette off him.

''Fine, speak.'' Pit had Roy in a choke hold, restricting the redhead's airflow.

''Alright. I did sabotage your last presentation about oil and gas, but in my defense, it was Link's idea.'' Roy held his arms out in a defensive manner, distancing him from the fuming boy right before him. But before Pit could say a single word about how he received his first -and hopefully last- ''F'' on that subject, Link arrived at the scene with both of his hands stuffed in his pant pockets and an eyebrow raised in question.

''So, you have finally confessed your love for each other I see.'' A cocky smirk sneaked its way onto the taller blond's face.

''No! But I'm convinced that Roy stole my-''Pit pointed towards the redhead, who still had his eyes wide from the assault from earlier.

''Oh boo hoo, I feel so sorry for you. Just get over it. You can't change what had just happened. And if you could, there would be a crap ton of time paradoxes.'' Link leveled his height down to match Pit's and pouted his lips in mockery of the smaller male.

''How can I get over it, when each and every secret thought I have written down is revealed to the public?'' Pit shook his index finger towards Link almost in an accusing gesture.

''So the papers were, in fact, not forgeries.'' A new voice was heard, making them all freeze in place (Roy was technically standing still to begin with.)

''I think my favorite was the poem, but then again, I have yet to read everything that was out there.'' Marth crossed his arms across his chest and gave a charming smile to the brunette that looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Pit's brain was too caught up in the fact that Marth stood there, that it failed to notice how the taller teen had indirectly told him that he might return his feelings.

''It was, um, cute.'' Marth ruffled Pit's brown hair with the last word coming out of his mouth. ''Perhaps later we could talk about this, in more detail.'' The bluenette smiled and left when he finished his sentence. A tiny bit of innuendo lingering in everyone's mind.

After a few seconds of complete silence, Pit turned around wearing a smile from ear to ear.

''I think he wants the ''D''.''

Author's Note:

Fun facts:

I was oh so close to calling this story: ''He wants the ''D''.'' but I changed my mind. Don't want to spoil the fun/tardyness.

For the full experience, listen to Michael Jackson remixes.

I spend way too much time on 9gag and Memecenter. I bet that people can literally hear my IQ dropping.