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Ame: I wrote this in my spare time in.....SCHOOL!!!! I HATE 8TH grade!!!
Nato: ^_^;; I don't go to school...(and if I did I would be in 9th!)
Ame: BAH!!
Nato: And still I'm smarter than you ^_^
Ame: -_-;; I wrote this fic because there was a lot of Altea and Marth this, Marth that, and where did they leave ROY!!??? . Roy is just as good......wait no 'EVEN BETTER' than Marth!!
//hides from homicidal Marth lover fan girls//
Ame: Don't flame me...it's MY opinion so there!!
Nato: ^_^;;
Ame: Also, writing non-humor SSBM is kinda new to me, so I don't expect this to be overly wonderfully great...I wrote this in *SPARE* time jeez -_- ENJOY!!!!
Roy: Hey Ame there isn't going to be psycho homicidal fans in here are there?
Ame: No Roy...not this time^_^
Roy: YAY!!!!!!
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Reclaiming Pharae~~
The 15 year-old stumbled wearily as he managed to get into the Altea territory. "I just made it..." he thought. He looked and saw the huge castle that awaited him. His muscles ache and he was growing somnolent from his long treacherous journey. Slowly he staggered toward what looked like a sanctuary to him. "I hope Marth is willing to help me...wait, of course he'll help me! I've helped him before so don't I see why he shouldn't be able to help me," he nodded convincingly to himself. The auburn haired teenager approached the gate slowly where a guard stood.
"What ye want boy?" grunted the tall gruff man.
"I'm Roy from the Principality of Pharae, I'm here to speak to Prince Marth. Please it's urgent," he said.
"Awe yer too late boy Marth the 'former' Prince left," he snorted.
"Former?" asked Roy confused.
"Yea FORMER, he was dethroned after a mass murder the he himself supposedly committed."
"What?!" Roy looked stunned. "Where is he now??"
"They let him off yesterday after being in prison for a month," sneered the thug.
"Where was he headed?"
"Dunno and don't care. Now be a good boy and go back to yer Principality er whatever," laughed the man.
Roy walked away from the gate grimly. "I wish I could go back to Pharae..." muttered Roy. Roy was so tired that he could not walk much more so he decided to go to town and rest a bit for his body was sore all over. "Marth was let out a day ago, that's not too long from now I can catch up as soon as I'm rested!" he psyched himself up. "And if I'm lucky Marth might be in town...if I'm Lucky," he thought. Roy wandered into town looking for an inn, his sight was getting a bit hazy but he continued to walk. The sun was setting and it was getting in his eyes, he tried to see where he was going but then it happened he had no more energy left in him.
~~~
Roy awoke in a dusty plain room. "Where, where am I?" he murmured.
"I'm surprised you woke up so soon," said a familiar warm voice.
"M-Marth??"
"That's right it's me Marth," he smiled. (It's a me a Mario!)
"Marth I found you..."
"Roy, why are you here, in Altea?"
"I came, came to ask for your help...." he winced as he tried to sit up but failed.
"Help?" the blue haired teen looked bewildered. "What could have happened that would need my assistance?" Roy attempted to sit up again but was having a lot of trouble. Marth helped Roy sit up; Roy recoiled at his help. Marth's face was pale and was filled with uncertainties.
"Pharae was attacked...by a wicked sorcerer named Ganondorf and his accomplice Mewtwo. He invaded us and never gave us a chance to fight back; he had a lackey a mutant turtle thing. (No, no NOT teenage mutant ninja turtles BOWSER you ninnies!!) They called him Bowser...we couldn't stop them, our armies we defeated and I was fortunate enough to escape but I don't know what will happen to my kingdom. They killed my father...and they took over the castle. They wouldn't let people out or in to the country, Marth I'm nervous. That's why I require your help.....please....." Roy implored.
"But how can I possibly help you Roy? I was overthrown I can't help you the way I am now..." the 18 year-old grimaced.
"They said you mass murdered many people, is that true??"
"No, I was framed, someone wanted me at that spot at that time. I'm not sure whom but I have a hunch who that could have been involved in it. You see Falcon was very involved in having me being removed, he kept saying I was working with Crazy hand....."
"Why won't they believe you?!"
"Well people said I was supposable 'possessed' by Crazy Hand so they didn't want to kill me they said put him in prison for a certain time period then release him in order to keep my father's spirit at peace......."
Roy sat up on the bed and looked as if he was pouting like a child. He was so angry he tried getting out of bed and doing 'something, anything' resulting in him falling out. Marth caught him in the nick of time.
"You should be careful you are still very weak from you journey," Marth said with concern.
The ex-prince laid the auburn haired boy on the bed gently.
Roy looked at him and sighed sadly.
"Marth you do know I don't care if you're still the prince or not, I want YOUR help no one else's; just because you are not a prince doesn't mean you can't help me...I'm asking you please help."
Marth looked at the teen and smiled, he could never win a battle with him. (Unless it's sword fighting, Marth is clearly better because he uses 'strategy' unfortunately Roy has to learn that ^_^;;)
"Roy how about we talk about this tomorrow, you're weak right now and I want you to regain your strength...you hear me?" Marth said sternly with a hint of friendliness.
Roy looked angry but in a nice way ^_^. "You're not my mother, I don't have to listen to you. I'm not weak...just a bit tired that's all. So don't take advantage of this, okay Marth?"
Marth laughed, "Alright, I'll make sure I will be a good boy. And don't worry I wasn't planning to do anything to you...good night Roy."
"Good night Marth....." yawned Roy. Roy fell asleep like a baby. (AWW!! Kawai!)
In the morning o_O;;
Roy woke up groggily. He was able to sit up more easily than yesterday but still had trouble. He looked around the room but didn't see Marth. "I wonder where Marth is..." he thought aloud. "Marth? Are you here?" yelled Roy. He tried getting out of bed but ended up stumbling down falling on the floor. He stood up staggering and headed to the door. He looked around to see where he could have gone. Roy walked out side to be blinded by the bright sun. "I've must've slept in..." mutter Roy angrily.
"Roy?"
"Wha?" Roy said looking at the blue haired teen.
"What are you doing up?" he said while holding a bag of groceries.
"Looking for you, you just left me here. What do you want me to do?" snorted the younger teen.
"Do you think I would just abandon you there?" Marth pointed out.
"Umm...doesn't matter it's the fact that I was alone!" he retorted.
Marth laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing..." Marth smiled. "Come on lets go inside and eat something."
They both walked inside. Roy looked at what he was wearing and realized he was wearing a big tan shirt and dark brown slacks that weren't his. "Hey Marth."
"What is it Roy?"
"Where are MY clothes and armaments?" he asked.
"They were dirty so I washed them... and your armor and sword are in a closet."
"You, you washed clothes??" laughed Roy.
Marth looked at him, "And what is so funny about that, do you want to put on dirty clothes??"
"N-no it's not that it's the fact that you were washing them. I mean I never would of thought you would wash clothes," Roy tried holding back his laughs.
"Well s'cuse me why don't I just have YOU wash them..." snorted Marth.
Roy stopped laughing, "You don't expect me to do that are you?" Roy said worried.
"Not now...maybe later on," the indigo haired boy snickered.
Roy walked over to the bed and sat down. He ran his hand though his unruly hair. His headband wasn't there to somewhat tame the beast. Marth stood in the small kitchen cutting some onions for the omelet he was making. (Do they have omelets there???)
Roy closed his eyes and rested, he was still very tired from his journey also hungry. He laid sheepishly thinking about his kingdom. He wondered if it would even be there when he gets back. He also wondered why would anyone want to dethrone Marth, he was one of the most idealistic rulers of his time...what, who...why? Roy laid there for about 10 minutes before he fell asleep.
"Roy?" Marth looked at the younger boy and smiled. "Well I guess I'll leave this for later," he said as he set the dish on the counter.
~~~
"Roy," said a deep proverbial voice. "Roy awaken!"
"What??" Roy looked around the black room. "Who's calling me? Where are you I can't see..."
"Roy it's me your father."
"F-father?" Roy looked behind him to see the former king of Pharae. "Father I-I thought you were dead."
"Roy, you must save the kingdom! It is your destiny as Prince of Pharae," roared the king.
"I know father, but I cannot do it alone...I'm here to ask Marth for help. Marth has more skill than me and he has more knowledge of magic spells."
"I understand my son, but you can't wait much longer for Ganondorf, Mewtwo and Bowser are growing much more aggressive toward the people..."
"Don't worry father! They won't stand a chance against Marth and I, we are a good team," grinned Roy.
"Roy don't be foolish!" yelled his father.
"What do you mean foolish?"
"Roy you have become weaker, your spirit and soul are unstable and you are not capable of handling the task at hand. Find yourself! You are lost in your own mind, and the enemy will find that weakness and take advantage of it...please Roy do be careful on your journey. You must become strong."
"Father.....I won't let you down!" assured Roy.
The king smiled, "Be brave Roy..."
"Father? Father don't go! Don't leave me!!!" cried Roy.
The image of the deceased king faded like the morning dew. And left a cold deep silence in the dark decrepit room.
~~~
"Roy wake up!"
Roy was shook over and over until he managed to open his eyes.
"Huh?" muttered Roy.
"Roy you were having a nightmare so it seems, are you okay now?" asked the concerned blue haired teen.
"Oh I'm fine..." Roy replied glumly.
"Well that's believable you sound like you saw a dead person," snorted Marth.
"Well I kind of did..." smiled Roy. Marth looked at the auburn boy confused. "I had a dream of my father, but it wasn't upsetting but kinda weird," he said.
"Oh," Marth still looked a bit bamboozled. ('Bamboozled' I love that word!! It sounds so weird ^_^v)
"Marth....how much longer will we wait till we go to Pharae?"
Marth looked a bit uncertain. "I'm not sure, I don't have my sword anymore and I don't have armor."
Roy looked determined, "Then we'll have to go get it!!"
"What?" Marth gasped.
"Marth my kingdom is at stake and I'm willing to do anything to save it!"
"Alright Roy, but I do warn you breaking in to the castle is not an easy task..."
"BRING IT ON!!"
Marth laughed.
"Marth..."
"What Roy?" he replied
"Can I eat now?"
"Of course you can," Marth smiled.
~~~~~~~~Be continued~~~~~~~~~~
Ame: I wrote this in my spare time in.....SCHOOL!!!! I HATE 8TH grade!!!
Nato: ^_^;; I don't go to school...(and if I did I would be in 9th!)
Ame: BAH!!
Nato: And still I'm smarter than you ^_^
Ame: -_-;; I wrote this fic because there was a lot of Altea and Marth this, Marth that, and where did they leave ROY!!??? . Roy is just as good......wait no 'EVEN BETTER' than Marth!!
//hides from homicidal Marth lover fan girls//
Ame: Don't flame me...it's MY opinion so there!!
Nato: ^_^;;
Ame: Also, writing non-humor SSBM is kinda new to me, so I don't expect this to be overly wonderfully great...I wrote this in *SPARE* time jeez -_- ENJOY!!!!
Roy: Hey Ame there isn't going to be psycho homicidal fans in here are there?
Ame: No Roy...not this time^_^
Roy: YAY!!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reclaiming Pharae~~
The 15 year-old stumbled wearily as he managed to get into the Altea territory. "I just made it..." he thought. He looked and saw the huge castle that awaited him. His muscles ache and he was growing somnolent from his long treacherous journey. Slowly he staggered toward what looked like a sanctuary to him. "I hope Marth is willing to help me...wait, of course he'll help me! I've helped him before so don't I see why he shouldn't be able to help me," he nodded convincingly to himself. The auburn haired teenager approached the gate slowly where a guard stood.
"What ye want boy?" grunted the tall gruff man.
"I'm Roy from the Principality of Pharae, I'm here to speak to Prince Marth. Please it's urgent," he said.
"Awe yer too late boy Marth the 'former' Prince left," he snorted.
"Former?" asked Roy confused.
"Yea FORMER, he was dethroned after a mass murder the he himself supposedly committed."
"What?!" Roy looked stunned. "Where is he now??"
"They let him off yesterday after being in prison for a month," sneered the thug.
"Where was he headed?"
"Dunno and don't care. Now be a good boy and go back to yer Principality er whatever," laughed the man.
Roy walked away from the gate grimly. "I wish I could go back to Pharae..." muttered Roy. Roy was so tired that he could not walk much more so he decided to go to town and rest a bit for his body was sore all over. "Marth was let out a day ago, that's not too long from now I can catch up as soon as I'm rested!" he psyched himself up. "And if I'm lucky Marth might be in town...if I'm Lucky," he thought. Roy wandered into town looking for an inn, his sight was getting a bit hazy but he continued to walk. The sun was setting and it was getting in his eyes, he tried to see where he was going but then it happened he had no more energy left in him.
~~~
Roy awoke in a dusty plain room. "Where, where am I?" he murmured.
"I'm surprised you woke up so soon," said a familiar warm voice.
"M-Marth??"
"That's right it's me Marth," he smiled. (It's a me a Mario!)
"Marth I found you..."
"Roy, why are you here, in Altea?"
"I came, came to ask for your help...." he winced as he tried to sit up but failed.
"Help?" the blue haired teen looked bewildered. "What could have happened that would need my assistance?" Roy attempted to sit up again but was having a lot of trouble. Marth helped Roy sit up; Roy recoiled at his help. Marth's face was pale and was filled with uncertainties.
"Pharae was attacked...by a wicked sorcerer named Ganondorf and his accomplice Mewtwo. He invaded us and never gave us a chance to fight back; he had a lackey a mutant turtle thing. (No, no NOT teenage mutant ninja turtles BOWSER you ninnies!!) They called him Bowser...we couldn't stop them, our armies we defeated and I was fortunate enough to escape but I don't know what will happen to my kingdom. They killed my father...and they took over the castle. They wouldn't let people out or in to the country, Marth I'm nervous. That's why I require your help.....please....." Roy implored.
"But how can I possibly help you Roy? I was overthrown I can't help you the way I am now..." the 18 year-old grimaced.
"They said you mass murdered many people, is that true??"
"No, I was framed, someone wanted me at that spot at that time. I'm not sure whom but I have a hunch who that could have been involved in it. You see Falcon was very involved in having me being removed, he kept saying I was working with Crazy hand....."
"Why won't they believe you?!"
"Well people said I was supposable 'possessed' by Crazy Hand so they didn't want to kill me they said put him in prison for a certain time period then release him in order to keep my father's spirit at peace......."
Roy sat up on the bed and looked as if he was pouting like a child. He was so angry he tried getting out of bed and doing 'something, anything' resulting in him falling out. Marth caught him in the nick of time.
"You should be careful you are still very weak from you journey," Marth said with concern.
The ex-prince laid the auburn haired boy on the bed gently.
Roy looked at him and sighed sadly.
"Marth you do know I don't care if you're still the prince or not, I want YOUR help no one else's; just because you are not a prince doesn't mean you can't help me...I'm asking you please help."
Marth looked at the teen and smiled, he could never win a battle with him. (Unless it's sword fighting, Marth is clearly better because he uses 'strategy' unfortunately Roy has to learn that ^_^;;)
"Roy how about we talk about this tomorrow, you're weak right now and I want you to regain your strength...you hear me?" Marth said sternly with a hint of friendliness.
Roy looked angry but in a nice way ^_^. "You're not my mother, I don't have to listen to you. I'm not weak...just a bit tired that's all. So don't take advantage of this, okay Marth?"
Marth laughed, "Alright, I'll make sure I will be a good boy. And don't worry I wasn't planning to do anything to you...good night Roy."
"Good night Marth....." yawned Roy. Roy fell asleep like a baby. (AWW!! Kawai!)
In the morning o_O;;
Roy woke up groggily. He was able to sit up more easily than yesterday but still had trouble. He looked around the room but didn't see Marth. "I wonder where Marth is..." he thought aloud. "Marth? Are you here?" yelled Roy. He tried getting out of bed but ended up stumbling down falling on the floor. He stood up staggering and headed to the door. He looked around to see where he could have gone. Roy walked out side to be blinded by the bright sun. "I've must've slept in..." mutter Roy angrily.
"Roy?"
"Wha?" Roy said looking at the blue haired teen.
"What are you doing up?" he said while holding a bag of groceries.
"Looking for you, you just left me here. What do you want me to do?" snorted the younger teen.
"Do you think I would just abandon you there?" Marth pointed out.
"Umm...doesn't matter it's the fact that I was alone!" he retorted.
Marth laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing..." Marth smiled. "Come on lets go inside and eat something."
They both walked inside. Roy looked at what he was wearing and realized he was wearing a big tan shirt and dark brown slacks that weren't his. "Hey Marth."
"What is it Roy?"
"Where are MY clothes and armaments?" he asked.
"They were dirty so I washed them... and your armor and sword are in a closet."
"You, you washed clothes??" laughed Roy.
Marth looked at him, "And what is so funny about that, do you want to put on dirty clothes??"
"N-no it's not that it's the fact that you were washing them. I mean I never would of thought you would wash clothes," Roy tried holding back his laughs.
"Well s'cuse me why don't I just have YOU wash them..." snorted Marth.
Roy stopped laughing, "You don't expect me to do that are you?" Roy said worried.
"Not now...maybe later on," the indigo haired boy snickered.
Roy walked over to the bed and sat down. He ran his hand though his unruly hair. His headband wasn't there to somewhat tame the beast. Marth stood in the small kitchen cutting some onions for the omelet he was making. (Do they have omelets there???)
Roy closed his eyes and rested, he was still very tired from his journey also hungry. He laid sheepishly thinking about his kingdom. He wondered if it would even be there when he gets back. He also wondered why would anyone want to dethrone Marth, he was one of the most idealistic rulers of his time...what, who...why? Roy laid there for about 10 minutes before he fell asleep.
"Roy?" Marth looked at the younger boy and smiled. "Well I guess I'll leave this for later," he said as he set the dish on the counter.
~~~
"Roy," said a deep proverbial voice. "Roy awaken!"
"What??" Roy looked around the black room. "Who's calling me? Where are you I can't see..."
"Roy it's me your father."
"F-father?" Roy looked behind him to see the former king of Pharae. "Father I-I thought you were dead."
"Roy, you must save the kingdom! It is your destiny as Prince of Pharae," roared the king.
"I know father, but I cannot do it alone...I'm here to ask Marth for help. Marth has more skill than me and he has more knowledge of magic spells."
"I understand my son, but you can't wait much longer for Ganondorf, Mewtwo and Bowser are growing much more aggressive toward the people..."
"Don't worry father! They won't stand a chance against Marth and I, we are a good team," grinned Roy.
"Roy don't be foolish!" yelled his father.
"What do you mean foolish?"
"Roy you have become weaker, your spirit and soul are unstable and you are not capable of handling the task at hand. Find yourself! You are lost in your own mind, and the enemy will find that weakness and take advantage of it...please Roy do be careful on your journey. You must become strong."
"Father.....I won't let you down!" assured Roy.
The king smiled, "Be brave Roy..."
"Father? Father don't go! Don't leave me!!!" cried Roy.
The image of the deceased king faded like the morning dew. And left a cold deep silence in the dark decrepit room.
~~~
"Roy wake up!"
Roy was shook over and over until he managed to open his eyes.
"Huh?" muttered Roy.
"Roy you were having a nightmare so it seems, are you okay now?" asked the concerned blue haired teen.
"Oh I'm fine..." Roy replied glumly.
"Well that's believable you sound like you saw a dead person," snorted Marth.
"Well I kind of did..." smiled Roy. Marth looked at the auburn boy confused. "I had a dream of my father, but it wasn't upsetting but kinda weird," he said.
"Oh," Marth still looked a bit bamboozled. ('Bamboozled' I love that word!! It sounds so weird ^_^v)
"Marth....how much longer will we wait till we go to Pharae?"
Marth looked a bit uncertain. "I'm not sure, I don't have my sword anymore and I don't have armor."
Roy looked determined, "Then we'll have to go get it!!"
"What?" Marth gasped.
"Marth my kingdom is at stake and I'm willing to do anything to save it!"
"Alright Roy, but I do warn you breaking in to the castle is not an easy task..."
"BRING IT ON!!"
Marth laughed.
"Marth..."
"What Roy?" he replied
"Can I eat now?"
"Of course you can," Marth smiled.
~~~~~~~~Be continued~~~~~~~~~~