This is going to have many chapters, i've written up to chapter 8 so far, they just need re-reading/editing/uploading. :)

Ok, so this story comes before For Love or Kingdom, the idea was given to me by Skunkers. It mainly centres around Ike and Marth, other characters will have inputs... as for Falcon, i dont know where that came from! The chapters aren't going to be huge, but hopefully it wont drag. If anyone has suggestions, please let me know i like to improve :)
If you like it leave a review, i'll be eternally grateful. ENJOY! :D

Oh and italics are thoughts, usually Ike's. All in this chapter are Ike's.

Making Friends

Ike's first day of joining the other worldly training company, known as Super Smash Bros, did not go as well as expected for the young Crimean.

To begin the day he tripped over a round pink thing as he passed through the entrance hall hitting his head on what appeared to be the backside of a giant turtle. Said turtle became enraged, almost burning the hair off Ike's head. That would make enemy number one.

After signing in at the office, seemingly no problems there, he saw two monkeys, obviously very excited to see each other. As he passed them, he noticed a bunch of bananas on a table, making Ike realise how hungry he was. He saw no harm in taking one. Boy was he wrong. The moment his teeth sunk into the gooey yellow flesh, he had a monkey jumping on his back shaking him vigorously. Ike could only think to spin round and try to fling the monkey off. He succeeded, only to turn around and be face to chest with the much larger monkey, more like an ape, and have him punch him straight in the face and send him flying backwards spraying banana pieces all over the enraged ape. That makes enemies two and three.

A trip upstairs to check out his room seemed like a good option to Ike. It would also give him a chance to see the damage the ape did to his face. He passed a few people on the stairs, a few stopped to greet him. A girl who clearly liked pink smiled and waved; a guy in green and blue shuffled past giving a nervous glance toward Ike and a small child with a baseball cap went running past, nearly knocking Ike over. He only stopped a few steps from the top when a person in all green started to descend. Ike could only stare. It wasn't every day you saw someone with ears like that! The passing blonde noticed Ike gawking at him, following his gaze realising exactly why he was so intrigued. The boy gasped, pulled his green hat over his ears, gave Ike a look of death and ran off shouting to some woman named Zelda about his ears not looking cute and a blue-haired gorilla being horrified by them. Ike ignored the gorilla comment. Enemy number four.

Thankfully, for Ike his room held no surprises. He rubbed some cream on his slightly bruised nose and thought about taking a walk as he gazed out the window at a vast forest. Realising the sea of green was reminding him of pointy-ears; he made his way out of his room almost bumping into a half naked man in a helmet. He briefly wondered why the man in Spongebob Squarepants boxers was chasing a green lizard-like creature eating Batman pyjamas and screaming about punching a falcon… or something like that, and then thought better of it, it would only result in more enemies.

Ike had made it to the foot of the forest without any more problems. Looking up at the sky as he entered the forest between to giant oak trees, Ike wished he hadn't left his cape and headband on his bed. It was going to rain and judging by the colour of the sky, quite heavily. Could this day get any worse?

Ike travelled through the forest peacefully. He passed a few small rivers, plenty of insects and some wide-open spaces that he thought would be great for training. He settled on some rocks by a mini waterfall, taking a break to think about the happenings of the day so far. It had not been as easy as he had thought; though saying goodbye to the Greil Mercenaries and enduring Mist's tears was not the worst thing he had to deal with. Fire breathers, pink blobs, monkeys and pointy-eared boys were definitely not what Ike had expected to find here. He hoped things would get better, maybe tomorrow will bring some new friends and perhaps someone to train with; the guy with the ears seemed to be the right build for wielding a sword.

It had been raining for some time now, but Ike was far more interested in the waterfall. It was very quiet here, except for the splashing of water, a lot of which were dripping off Ike's wet hair. Deciding it would not do any good to sit here getting wet for too long; Ike made a mental note of where the waterfall was and headed back toward the opening he came through.

The journey back was not so delightful in the pouring rain. Puddles had appeared and Ike's vision was obstructed by soggy blue hair flopping about. He would never leave without his headband again. It was beginning to get darker so Ike walked a little faster, concentrating on his feet so as not to trip on any stray braches or roots.

There were strange noises nearby, almost as if something else were moving alongside him. He stopped and looked all round. However, he saw nothing but trees and his own hair again. There was definitely something else there though. With the speed of his heart increasing Ike started to jog. Not the best plan he ever had. As he was reaching the clearing, he tripped on a root sending himself flying into a puddle of mud. Crap, he thought, now I need to shower.

"You moron!" Came a voice from behind.

Ike nearly screamed. He turned to see where the voice had come from. Standing to his right, slightly behind him was a boy, a little younger looking than himself, though Ike often found it hard to judge a persons age.

The boy had, in Ike's opinion, incredibly beautiful blue hair that, much like his own, was rain soaked and flopping about his face. Atop his wet hair sat a crown, which somehow still shimmered in the murky light. The boy had wrapped himself in a blue cape, reminding Ike again to keep his on him. The boy's cape was covered in mud. Ike figured he must have fallen like himself. Ike then glanced at the boys face. Anger covered it, it looked as though the Prince (Ike had assumed from the crown) was about ready to slice Ike's head clean off. Well… he would have been had he been carrying a sword.

Ike's mind was telling him to get up and run for it, but still Ike laid there, eyes fully focused on the angry pair that stared back. Like the boy's crown, his eyes shone brightly though the light was still dim. Ike was mesmerised, not even bothering to think about why the boy could possibly be so angry, let alone thinking about moving.

After what seemed like an eternity, the young boy spoke.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Ike flinched, his gaze finally dropping. "I cleaned this cape just this morning!" The boy continued. "Now you come bursting out of the forest, jumping into a puddle covering me with muddy water! What do you have to say for yourself? Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I… I fell…" Ike stammered.

"You fell? So you are a clumsy moron then?"

Ike sat there, dumbfounded. He felt intimidated by the small boy. What's going on? This boy is tiny compared to me, I'm sure I could knock him out with a light punch. Why can't I think to defend myself? Why am I stammering?

"Did your parents not teach you manners? Apologise." The boy continued to shout.

At the mention of his parents something inside Ike snapped. He rose, seeing the boy back off slightly at realising Ike's true size.

"Don't you dare talk about my family." He began. "Don't you dare… I am not apologising for falling, especially not to the likes of you. You stuck up little… Prince." Ike was a little slow on insults.

Both boys were now boiling with anger, just about ready to explode. Ike, still thinking of what to do next, was caught by surprise when a hand connected with his face. Holding his cheek, he stared at the Prince.

"It's Prince Marth of Altea to you, moron."

Marth shoved past Ike, exiting the forest past the Old Oak Trees. Ike, still in thought decided to follow him out.

It was best and only idea Ike had. He ran up to Marth, now past the clearing and shoved his back so hard he hit the floor face first.

"I'm Ike… moron."

Whether he had heard though, Ike did not know. He was pretty sure that Marth was now unconscious.

Ike made his way up to his room to shower in hope to release some anger.

That makes enemy number five. He thought. At least I know his name though… Marth.