To Claim a Prince
The Master Hand has planned a homecoming dance for the new tournament. When the new arrivals come along, Marth finds himself receiving attention from people he has least expected. Who will this Altean prince choose to love? IkeMarthPit love triangle.
Warning: Mushy Marth boy love :D If you don't like boyxboy, then I suggest you don't read it please.
The bed the light-weighted prince rested on suddenly sank under the weight of his red haired friend. Marth looked up from his book, glaring at his companion through his reading glasses.
Roy casually stretched his arms with a yawn, glancing at Marth with one eye open. He rested his head on the palms of his hands as he reclined on the pillow. "Good to be back" he said cheerfully.
Marth ignored him, returning his focus on his book in which he failed to keep up due to Roy's continuous humming. The prince looked over at Roy's bed, pondering as to why he wouldn't be there instead. Roy's uniform was lied out across the length of the bed neatly with his sword placed on top, to the side was his suitcase, completely empty.
Marth raised an eyebrow. "You're finished unpacking already?" he asked with a small scoff. "You sure don't waste any time"
His friend smirked. "Well why not?" he said with a shrug. "C'mon Marth, we're going to be here a while so why don't you make yourself at home?" he said with a playful smile.
Whatever he said to make Marth look even more upset then he was, Roy didn't know, but he didn't seem to be making things better. Roy stood from the bed, sighing. He would never understand the guy, no matter how good of friends they've become. He was simply trying to get his friend to loosen up, and it it weren't for him, he wouldn't have even bothered to take a single glance away from his novel.
"Where are you going?" Marth asked, face still buried within the story.
Roy groaned. "I'm going to go do something!" he exclaimed. "I'm sure there are plenty of people here now, and I want to at least find out who our new roommate is!" he noted, trying to find an excuse any prince would fall for. "We can at least greet him, it would be the polite thing to do after all"
"Alright, fine" Marth said, giving in. "I suppose enough people have arrived by now that I can at least greet them." He pulled a few loose strands of blue hair behind his ear and placed his book on the table.
Roy smiled triumphantly, opening the door for the prince and following closely behind.
Very ungracefully, Marth's first few steps resulted in colliding into a new face.
"Ah god damnit!" the new boy yelled, dropping his belongings as he grabbed his nose in pain. Marth, now red in the face, apologized quickly, kneeling to collect the scattered items. "I'm so sorry" he repeated quietly. Roy simply stood frozen in place, attempting to stop his uncontrollable snickering.
Marth shot him a menacing glare, causing him to seize his laughter. The prince gathered the last of the belongings, offering them to the boy.
"Was it just me, or did you guys just accidentally ki-"
"That's quite enough Roy. Didn't you drag me out here so quickly to go see others? Why don't you go find them please?" Marth interrupted, aggravated.
"And go tell everyone about what I just saw? Alright!" he replied anxiously, marching off until he was pulled away from the collar by the unfamiliar boy.
"Don't you dare" he threatened, deep voice booming through the hallway.
"Chill, I was just going to leave you love birds alone. I was practically doing you both a favor" he said with a shrug, earning murderous glares from both boys.
Roy laughed uneasily, glancing at the room key the boy held. "Uh, so you're new here?" he asked awkwardly, trying to start a more harmless conversation to the new face.
"Room 417" he replied with a nod.
The red head veteran blinked absently a few times. "So you're our new roommate then, we were just about to look for you" he said, extending his hand. "Sorry about the awkward meeting. I'm Roy"
"Ike" the new member replied, shaking Roy's hand.
Ike glanced over at Marth, both sets of blue eyes met gaze for a split second before Marth looked away, ashamed. Ike still walked over, offering a hand. "I'm Ike" he said. The Altean prince hesitated before taking his hand. "I'm Marth, pleased to meet you"
Suddenly, Marth gasped softly. "You're bleeding" he noted. Ike held his hand to his nose again. "So I am" he replied carelessly.
"You're suppose to wait for that on the battlefield" Roy joked.
"Here let me get a tissue" Marth offered, briskly walking back into the room with Ike trudging slowly behind. The blue haired boy returned instantly with a box of tissues, offering them to Ike.
"You can relax, it's just a little bloody nose. I thought you have seen worse by now, you don't have to be a girl about it" Ike said with a chuckle. "Although" he began, taking a long, uncomfortable look at the prince. "You kind of look like one" he added.
Marth gaped softly, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Well I apologize for intruding, I could have just let your nose bleed everywhere if you would have preferred that" he snapped.
Ike raised an eyebrow, pouting. "Well sorry, I didn't mean any harm from it yeesh" he muttered, taking a tissue as he watched the boy sprawl across his bed with a sigh.
Feeling a little sorry for his rude jokes, Ike sighed. He looked over at Marth's head, gazing blankly at the tiara on his head. "Hey what's t-" he started, pausing as he saw Roy's silent attempts to stop what he was about to ask.
Marth shot him a perplexed look. "What's what?" he asked.
"Er...umm...what are the glasses for?" he asked. Marth's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "They are for reading. I enjoy reading" he responded emotionlessly.
"You can say that again" Roy said. "Speaking of which, shouldn't we go see what everyone else is up to? That was what we were supposed to do before we ran into our third party member here" he noted.
Marth nodded. "I suppose we should make some sort of appearance before everyone searches for us"
"You're coming to, right bloody boy?" Roy asked. Ike nodded. "Just a moment" he said, placing a clean bandage on his nose. "Great first impression huh? It'll be great meeting everyone with this on my face" he said to Marth. "Sorry" Marth muttered once again.
"You don't think he'll say anything about the 'kiss' thing right? It was just a damn accident after all" Ike whispered to the blue haired boy. Marth blushed lightly again at the mention of the embarrassing moment. "Let's hope not" he whispered back, wanted the other boy to not discuss their awkward first encounter.
The trio walked down the stairs to find the main commotion was set in the lobby, where the smashers new and old were gathered.
"There's a bigger turn out then last year" Marth pointed out, gazing at the familiar and new fighters. Roy nodded with a satisfied smile. "And this isn't even everyone!"
"Oh there they are!" Princess Peach exclaimed across the room. She lifted her dress slightly as she scurried through the mass of people to greet the three swordsmen, Princess Zelda right behind. Roy greeted Peach with a warm, friendly hug. "Princess it's great seeing you again" he said with a smug smile. "Same to you Roy, Marth" she said. "We have all been waiting for you"
"Yeah about that...we got a little held up" Roy laughed. "Meet Ike" he introduced. Ike smirked on cue.
"Oh well you all must have missed the announcement then" Zelda said.
"What annoucement?" Ike asked.
Peach giggled. "Nothing horribly important...there's just going to be a big dance next week to celebrate the new tournament!" she squealed eagerly. "Oh I can't wait! The Master Hand really went all out this time around!"
"Well it sure sounds important to you" Roy said with a smile. "This is sure new though"
Peach nodded. "Everyone is going to be there, so just to let you know"
Roy winked. "I got you don't worry, we'll all be there" he said, speaking for the other two smashers. "See you around Peach. Later Zelda" he said with a wave. Marth said his polite farewells to the princesses as well.
Ike glanced over at the blue head prince, who was now hardly visible by being surrounded by most of the veterans. "Does he always get this much attention" Ike asked Roy curiously. Roy shrugged. "Usually, but Marth does that to people. He has a sort of strong presence you know? It's strange though because he usually would rather be somewhere quiet" he explained. Ike nodded, slightly intrigued while somewhat envious.
Marth smiled softly at his companions. The attention he was receiving for simply returning to the mansion was overwhelming. Even people he didn't know seemed to have information on him. Nevertheless, he greeted whoever he could in a kind fashion.
It was when the crowd dispersed from the blue haired boy that he spotted a lone newcomer standing by himself. Marth scanned the room quietly. This had to be the only person currently in the room he hasn't at least said a friendly "hello" to as of now. As Marth advanced to the lone boy, he couldn't figure out why he was alone.
Marth smiled weakly as he approached the boy. The angelic boy smiled back sweetly. Marth paused slightly. The boy has a stunning glow to Marth that he couldn't quite describe fully. The young boy's brown eyes glittered as Marth sat next to him. For the first time since the Ike incident, Marth was at a loss of words.
"You must be the prince Marth right?" the boy asked timidly.
"Ah" Marth gaped, blinking a few times. "Yes" he replied with a nod. "It seems everyone knows something about me" he said, looking up at nothing in particular.
"Well, that's about all I know" the boy said. Marth smiled. "Well you know me, but I'm afraid I don't know you..."
"Oh, I'm Pit" he replied friendlily.
"Well it's nice to meet you Pit" Marth said.
"Likewise" said Pit, brown eyes shining. Suddenly Pit reached for the top of Marth's head. The blue haired boy winced, a small whimper of protest could be heard. Pit simply moved his tiara a few inches over. "I'm sorry, it was horribly crooked, I didn't mean to startle you" Pit said. Marth blinked cluelessly. "Oh, t-thank you" he mumbled awkwardly. "Is anything wrong?" Pit asked. Marth shook his head. "I'm fine" he replied.
"Oh if it isn't Marth"
"Good afternoon Fox" Marth said indifferently, not bothering to look up.
"I see that you and that purple head kid hit it off pretty well with all the smooching and such" Fox said, Falco chuckled beside him.
Marth's eyes widened, his fist automatically clenched. How could his closest friend tell anyone about this? His face illuminated a deep shade of red as he pressed his lips together angrily.
"Awh so you liked it?" Fox played.
"Please" Marth protested.
"It was probably his first kiss" Falco complied. The two 'awed' in unison, causing Marth to hide his face in embarrassment. Fox blinked. "So it was your first kiss wasn't it?" he asked.
"Roy" Marth hissed under his breath. On cue, the red head swordsman rushed into the scene. "I swear I didn't tell them, do you honestly think I'm that bad of a friend Marth? They must have been in the area without us knowing it!" he yelled.
"Uhh..." Pit mumbled, confused out of his mind. "Maybe I should leave..." he suggested.
"Yes, maybe we should" Marth announced, taking a gentle hold on Pit's wrist as he led him away from the chaotic foyer area.
Pit found himself struggling to keep up with the quick moving swordsman as he led him up the stairs. Once they were out of everyone's sight, Marth stopped, releasing Pit's wrist with a sigh. "I'm...sorry about that" Marth apologized with a barely audible groan. He rubbed his temples stressfully. "This just isn't my day" he admitted.
Pit placed a reassuring hand on Marth's shoulder. "It'll be alright. At least you're used to this place" he said.
"Would you like me to show you around?" Marth asked quickly, feeling guilty for not asking sooner to the newcomer.
Pit smiled gleefully. "I'd love that!" he responded, face lighting up. Marth smiled. "Great, do you mind if we stop inside my room? I need to get something" he asked. Pit waved his arm. "Not at all, go right ahead"
As Marth led the Pit down the hallway, he continously caught himself giving obvious stares at the angel and his majestic white wings. He daydreamed about seeing the angel fly, cutting through the clouds as he traveled through the sky. The prince almost passed up his room from his wrapped up thoughts.
The blue haired boy unlocked his room, leading the way as the two entered the room. He tossed his key gracefully on the table, where it slipped off. Pit giggled slightly at the frustrated prince.
"Ow what the-"
Pit gasped. Marth only raised an eyebrow. "Ike?"
The prince knew he could identify the voice, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. "Oh, it's you...Where's Roy? It's getting late" Ike's voice asked from across the room.
Suddenly, Ike popped up from behind his bed with the key in his hand, his glare instantly setting on the unwelcomed guest. The two seemed to be caught in a death lock stare that made Marth feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. "Ike, this is Pit. He's new here as well. I was just about to show him around"
"Er- well actually, it is kind of late now that you mention it. How about tomorrow?" Pit asked suddenly, leaving Marth at a loss.
"Uh, sure tomorrow then" Marth said, uncertain. Pit muttered a very quiet apology, smiling one last time at Marth as he waved goodbye.
Awkwardness ensued the room the moment the door shut. The prince stood in the silence, pondering about his new angel acquaintance and his sudden departure. He glanced over at his roommate and the articles of clothing that flew over his head.
"May I ask what you are doing?" Marth asked curiously, breaking the silence. The prince has always had the trait of curiosity, but due to his peeve of others intruding in his life's business, he usually withdrew from acting upon it, but when it came to making a mess in his room, he thought he should know better.
"I'm situating myself, this is my room too after all" Ike responded coldly.
Marth grunted at the piles of clothing at the other side of his roommate's bed, but the object of importance that caught Marth's eye was the warrior's large sword. "So you're a swordsman as well?"
Ike smirked. "Really? What made you guess that?" he replied sarcastically.
The prince frowned at the remark, but generally ignored it. "May I?" he asked, eyeing the sword. Ike paused momentarily. "Eh, go ahead" he said with a careless wave knowing that he would just look like a fool trying to hold it anyway.
Marth unsheathed the sword, practically collapsing as he did so. The sword fell back onto the bed with a soft thud. The light framed swordsman re-gripped the golden sword with two hands. Just by holding it he could tell this sword took a lot of power to wield, and with it, came a great powerful swing.
"It's dangerously heavy" Marth concluded out loud, handing the sword carefully back to its owner. Ike shrugged, impressively swinging it around with one arm. "You adjust to it after a while"
Marth nodded courtly, not having much else to say. Ike's face remained impassive as he stared at the cobalt haired prince. There was something about him that rubbed him the wrong way. He believed Marth was nothing but a handsome actor, yet he hoped one day he could find what was underneath his kind, gentle, reserved and polite exterior.
Ike shaked his thoughts off as Roy rushed into the room. The red head exchanged glances from both boys. "How long have you two been in here? I've been looking for you guys everywhere!"
"Hmm, maybe I believe I was attempting to avoid the obnoxious teasing I've received from today's 'incidents'" Marth explained.
"Hell, I was getting run down! I was threatened that if I even look at Marth again...it would be the death of me" Ike exclaimed.
Marth glared at Ike strangely with some sympathy. He wouldn't have expected anyone to back him up after all the giggles and teasing he had witnessed...or anyone to be jealous of the newcomer because of what happened.
"Well speaking of you two together..." Roy began. "You are both assigned partners for this year's team battle tournament. You both ran off before the list was posted"
Roy took it that their glares at each other meant that they still haven't worked out the tension between each other. 'This might be interesting' Roy thought slyly to himself. 'A swift prince and a powerful warrior might would make a good team, they just have to work out their differences. They'll never become friends if they are constantly messing with each other'
Roy shrugged with a yawn. "Well, time to hit the hay" he announced, heading for his bed. The duo followed suit, both silent as they turned off the light on an eventful day.
Heh, Marth with glasses. That would be a sight. :)
It's my first Super Smash Bros. story, I hope you enjoy it so far.
P.S. I love Pit's B-Side move. HYAHAHAHAH. -megzx