A/N: The story was inspired by one of my friends transferring to another school, although my reason for hating him was more stupid: he'd thrown a cabbage at me during icebreakers in orientation camp.
Please enjoy the story... (my first fanfic). This story is dedicated to ADashOfInsanity - thank you for inspiring me to write and enjoy it. Nothing like your stories though, but I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros, TY to Nintendo for creating it!
POV: Marth, the best SSBB character ever!
I admit when I first met Roy Pherae, I had hated him. He was too childish, despite being the same age I was, and for all his claims at being a General, he seemed too… happy to have seen any wars. What was worse, he had a similar move set to mine, and that infuriated me to a huge extent.
He tried to warm up to me all the time; in the dorm we shared with Link and his younger counterpart, during meals, and before, after and even between battles. However these attempts fuelled my hate and I began snapping at him in public, the worst when calling him an "annoying nuisance that had no feelings for others".
His shocked and hurt expression almost had me apologising, but he had run off by then.
After the last attempt, Roy avoided me completely. Link told me Roy was in the toilets most of the time, crying. He sometimes even skipped his battles and everyone began calling him an irritating cry-baby.
As the days progressed, I began to feel extremely guilty and tried to find and talk to him. But he never was anywhere I looked.
Eventually with help from Link, I managed to find a time to apologise to Roy. He was surprised at that, but he accepted it nonetheless. Roy and I became tentative friends and, though he sometimes still irritated me, I had begun to think that we could progress to become normal friends, until…
I had woken up on that fateful day with a throbbing headache and a certain, queer hollow feeling. The loud snores from the other roomies echoed in the silence, but I realised it was softer than usual.
Strange, wouldn't Roy be snoring too?
When I turned to my side, I saw Roy's neat but empty bed. Surprised, as he woke up later than I did, I walked over to his bed and glimpsed a note addressed to me…
Dear Marth, I know by the time you read this, I will be gone. The Hands have decided that my disregard and constant skipping of battles was the final straw and they had me sacked. Yes, I know it is rather horrible of them, but just do me a favour: Don't fight them. They will have you fired too and I don't want that. This note is just to say I've always wanted to be your friend and thank you for accepting me at last. Farewell, my friend and May you do well in battles.
Guilt.
It was only feeling I felt when I finished reading that note. I knew if I had accepted Roy in the first place, he would not have skipped any battles and would be here right now, snoring away with the two Links.
No one cared that he was gone. Only Link and I did, and even now, Link is beginning to forget him. But I can't. After all, he was removed because of me, and my inability to accept him.
A year has passed, and although I now have more friends and am more open towards others, I had, and always will have, one regret: I never managed to say goodbye and good luck to him.
The unspoken goodbye will be a wound that never heals.