A spiky blue-haired teen wearing a tucked in white polo uniform shirt and navy blue pants was rushing down the hall of Milestone Academy, not wanting to get a demerit for coming late to his last class.

'Room 311…312…312. Alright, I made it.' Ike silently let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into the classroom; some students were talking to each other with the last bit of passing time left while others kept to themselves before class started, which was French.

Ike took a seat at random, because they didn't have assigned seats yet, next to an elf-eared teen wearing a grey cardigan sweater over the usual white uniform shirt. He turned his head towards Ike his vibrant blue eyes matching his earrings. He gave Ike a small-probably fake-friendly smile and said, "Hi, my name's Link. What's yours?"

'Oh great, the same annoying greetings from every student...' Ike covered up his annoyance with a smile and replied, "My name's Ike."

Link's smile widened. "Well, nice to meet you, Ike."

"Yeah, you too, Link." Ike replied back.

And then the bell rang through-out the school, signaling the start of the last class of the day.

Everyone who was chatting before went dead silent and looked towards the teacher as she stood up from her desk and walked over to the door closed it shut, a loud bang following right after.

The teacher jumped back, her glasses almost falling off her nose, earning a couple of snickers from the class. The teacher quickly straitening her glasses and gave the whole class a threatening glare before swinging the door open to see no one there until she looked down when she saw a male student on the floor sitting up, rubbing his forehead painfully. "Ow…that hurt." He muttered under his breath.

"Oh my, gosh," The teacher gasped. "Marth are you okay!?"

The teen looked up at the teacher and gave a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Ms. Kendall, I'm just fine."

The one known as Marth stood up and dusted off his grey uniform sweater vest and navy blue pants, especially his bottom before he picked up his scattered papers and binder from the floor and walked into the classroom, taking a seat at an empty desk in front of the classroom.

After a while the teacher known as Ms. Kendall cleared her throat and shut the door again, this time more slowly. "Well, now that we've all calmed down, I'll now take attendance and we'll start the class from there." She went over to her computer and began taking everyone's attendance.

All the students waited silently, a few getting away with passing notes.

Ike, not knowing what else to do took out a book from under his desk and began reading. Link just noticed this and looked over Ike's shoulder. "What book are you reading?" He whispered.

Ike reluctantly stopped reading and replied, "The Bourne Identity."

"Cool!" The student whispered back. "What's it about?"

Ike thought for a moment before he began to explain what the book was about so far, Link listening with interest. Both students didn't notice that Ms. Kendall was done taking attendance and had noticed them almost immediately.

"Ike, Link, do not talk during my class, it's distracting for everyone else." She warned. Ike and Link froze in mild shock hearing their names being said. Even though Ms. Kendall's voice didn't have a threatening edge to it, you don't want to underestimate her temper level from 'I'll forgive you for whatever you've done' to 'No objections, I'm giving you a demerit whether you like it or not'.

And for sure, no one wants to get caught doing something irresponsible near her…at all…ask any student, they'll all say the same.

"Ahem. Now then," Ms. Kendall began, a smile plastered on her face, but every student in that classroom knew it was a cover-up of her real emotions. "Let us actually start class now." From beside Ike, Link silently groaned, "Whoop-de-fucking-do..."

Ms. Kendall whipped her head at Link. "What was that, Link?"

Link jumped in his seat a little, earning a couple of giggles and snickers from his-somewhat-fellow students. "N-nothing Ms. Kendall!" Link said quickly.

"Good." She had her eyes fixed on him for a couple more seconds before actually teaching.

By the End of Class

Literally every student in Ms. Kendall's class weren't paying attention to her teachings, but instead they all had their eyes glued to the clock that was hung over the door, the minute hand ticking so agonizingly slow…well, for them at least.

"Only seven more minutes left." Link whispered.

"Yeah," Ike whispered back. "But if feels like forever."

"Right," Link agreed. "Now if only the time machine existed." He joked.

Seven Agonizing Minutes Later

[Brrriiing!]

The school bell rang; signaling the end of the school day as everyone in Ms. Kendall's class half-heartedly jotted down their homework in their ridiculously small planner and headed out the door with no hesitations whatsoever.

Ike and Link walked side-by-side through the busy hallway bustling with high school students in Milestone Academy. Both Ike and Link's lockers were right by each other. Both teens opened their locker and packed up their binders, textbooks, notebooks and anything else the used in school.

The two packed up their things in awkward silence. Link was the first to finish as he zipped his book bag up and shut his locker door, Ike doing the same a couple moments later.

"Hey Ike," Link said.

"Hm?" Ike hummed in response.

"Are you taking the bus or being picked up?" Link asked.

Ike thought for a moment, unsure until he pulled out a slip of white paper and had his eyes glance over it before he answered. "I'm taking the bus."

"What number?"

"Um…"-Ike glanced at the paper once more-"Bus 5."

Link's face lit up, a smile following. "Same here," He put his book bag strap over his shoulders. "We better get going then."

Ike swung his backpack over his shoulders and followed Link downstairs to the first floor and out the school doors.

All the school buses were lined up on the curb of the school property. Link and Ike (after passing it on accident and having to go back down the line of buses) found Bus 5 and got in. The first thing they noticed were a bunch of hyper elementary students in the front, noisy middle schoolers in the far back, an in between were a mixture of middle and high-schoolers.

Ike, not caring where he sat, followed Link to an empty seat on row seven. The two sat there for a moment in silence. The elf-eared teen looked over at Ike, who seemed to be too concentrated on his book, The Bourne Identity.

Link made a small smile at this before saying his name, grabbing the readers' attention. "Hm?" He hummed.

"What do you think of Milestone Academy so far?" Link asked, hoping to get some positive feedback. Ike thought carefully about what he was going to say before replying, "I think this is a really good school." He said, brightening Link's expectations.

"Everyone here is really nice. Even though I miss everyone back at my previous school, I like it here a lot better."

"I'm really glad to hear that!" Link said, happiness bouncing off his features.

Link and Ike noticed three more people board the bus; two angels, one dark and one light, as they both struggled to walk down the aisle without getting their wings caught in the seats.

The other person was a pretty tall teenager about Ike's height with straight blue hair held down by a golden hairband.

"Hi, Marth," Link greeted him, only to get a small "hey" as he sat down on the seat across from Link and Ike, the two angels sitting directly behind them. Ike noticed a small look of disappointment in Link's eyes.

Ike was about to ask what he was upset about when the light angel poked his head up from behind their seat and asked, "Hey, Link, is he the new student?"

Link, including Ike, turned around to face the angel.

"Yeah," Link answered.

The angel smiled at Ike as he introduced himself. "My name's Pit,"

"I'm Ike." Ike replied.

"Oh-and this is my brother, Kuro." Pit said, gesturing his brother to stand up and show himself; but instead he just waved his hand over the seat and said "Hey" in an un-amused tone.

Pit frowned at this. "Ya know; the least you can do is a bit more cheerful."

"Like you?" Kuro asked in complete sarcasm. "When those chicken wings of yours will get you off the ground, then maybe I'll change." Kuro rolled his eyes.

Pit huffed frustratingly and scowled at his brother. "Well look who's talking; the one who can't even fly without crashing into the next tree."

And with that said, the fight that used to be a small spark burst into a burning flame as they shot retorts at each other like a firing machine gun.

It was pretty embarrassing as everyone on the bus looked their way. Ike and Link turned back in their seats and ignored them the best they could over all their constant yelling.

"Does this happen, a lot?" Ike asked in a low voice.

"To be exact, all the time," Link answered.

The two siblings kept up their bickering for the longest time, everyone giving them uneasy glances while some totally zoned them out completely.

Link finally couldn't take it anymore. He turned around, standing on his knees on the seat of the bus. "Will you two be quiet already? We've all heard enough of your bickering for this whole week!"

Pit and Kuro glared at Link somewhat coldly, then looked at each other but in an instant looked in different directions.

Tension was still in the air, but at least the two shut up, and everyone was relieved about that.

"At least my ears won't bleed all the way home today…" Someone said.

The people who heard this laughed.

"Hallelujah! And amen to that," Someone called out, earning more laughs than the first person.

"You can say that again!" Some else in the far back yelled.

"Even better, post it on Facebook!"

Now this got everyone on the bus laughing, except for Pit and Kuro of course, including Marth. He sighed heavily and rested his head against the window.

Link noticed this and looked at his friend with great worry. "Marth, are you alright?"

Marth turned his head towards Link and smiled. "Yeah…I'm just fine." But it was obvious it wasn't; his eyes were dull with no emotion other than sadness and hurt, and under those eyes dark circles rested there.

Marth turned back to window and again rested the side of his head on the glass.

Link looked at his depressed friend sadly and looked away.

Ike took notice of this and was about to ask, but in the back of his mind he knew that it was best not to know everything. And so he stopped himself and sat there quietly.

The bus engine roared to life, the bus driver ordered the kids to sit down before driving off the curb, following the line buses in front before taking different streets for their specific routes.

As much as the bus driver was yelling at the kids to sit down, they would forget about his words in a mere five minutes and only keep annoying the driver. Ike opened his backpack and pulled out his book, The Bourne Identity, found his bookmarker and began to read contently, somehow able to block out all the noises around him as he let his mind dive into the book.