Someday . x . , Out Of . x . The Blue
snow . x . fairy
Summary: AU: Ike is a teenager that has been abused by his father ever since he was seven—since his mother died. His closest friends, Marth, Lucina, Robin and Roy soon find out the horrible pain he endures at home . . . but Ike remains secretive. Can the four get his friend to confess before it's too late? {Rated T — for foul language, abuse, blood & violence}
Rating: T — foul language, abuse, blood, violence
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fanfiction. The author does not own Super Smash Bros for Wii U/3DS or any other Super Smash Bros game. They are all owned by the one and only Nintendo.
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- Smile -
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A young boy, only seven years old, hid behind the locked door of his room. He was shaking uncontrollably, his eyes wide and hand covering his mouth to suppress the loud sobs and screams that threatened to leave his throat.
The room was dark—the only source of light was the silver moonlight that poured into the room from the window. The light made his tear-filled eyes glow, but all they showed was fear.
"Ike, you're angering me. Please open the door . . ."
"I-I can't . . ." The boy barely whispered. "I-If I do . . . you'll hurt me, father."
"There is no 'if'." The man on the other side of the door growled. "I WILL hurt you."
Three hard kicks was all it took for the door to burst out of it's hinges and onto the floor. The boy tried his hardest to keep his heart in one piece after that, but all he could see was his face.
The man he was forced to call 'father'.
"You see what you done now, Ike? Now I need to waste all my fucking money to buy a new door." The man took a few steps towards him. "Do you know how much that will cost? Do you, you little piece of shit?"
"Father, I'm sorry," the boy silently cried on his bed. "I-I'm sorry! I'm so, so—"
The young boy yelped when his spiky indigo hair was grabbed roughly by the man. Said man was now on the bed with the boy, holding him close to his face so his eyes were locked on his.
"Would you like your father's forgiveness?" The man purred into the boy's ear, sending chills of utter fear and disgust through the boys body. "Would you like to make your father happy again, Ike?"
He didn't want to say 'yes'. That simple word had brought him hell. It brought him things that he never wanted to experience in his life. But it brought his father pleasure, and that was the only way for him to have the little bit of freedom.
"Y-Yes . . . Yes, father."
The man smiled maniacally. "That's very good. But first . . ."
He curled his beefy, large hand into a fist, and—
Ike's eyes flew open. He sat up, gasping for air with wide eyes.
"Ike! Ike, are you okay?" A familiar voice rang through the teen's ear as he continued to breath in and out rapidly. He felt someone's hands on his shoulders and they shook him, trying to make him snap out of it.
Moments passed and he calmed down, realizing that it was just a memory.
"I'm . . . I'm fine . . ." Ike muttered. "It was just some bad dream, or something. Nothing to worry about."
"Oh . . . that's a relief!" A teenage boy with navy blue hair and eyes sighed, taking his hands off of his shoulders. "You've been asleep for a while now, and you suddenly woke up like that . . . you scared me, a lot."
"Same here!" A girl with waist-length royal blue hair, namely Lucina, agreed. "Please Ike, don't scare us like that again."
Ike smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Lucina, Marth." He swept his midnight blue eyes across the area. They were under the large willow tree on the large field of their school, Smash Academy. The sky was a clear, light shade of blue with no clouds in sight. Ike darted his eyes to his side, realizing that two people were missing.
"Hey, where's Robin and Roy?"
"Roy went to the toilets because he said that the melon bread he bought tasted like crap." Marth explained. "And Robin went to the library with Shulk to study for an upcoming science test."
"Sounds like something that they would do." Said Ike. "So, it's just you two?"
"Yeah." The two bluenettes answered in unison.
"Well, OK. All I know is that I'm hungry as fuck."
"Oh yeah. You haven't eaten haven't you? You can have the rest of my bento." Marth told him. "Elice made too much food, I couldn't finish it all!"
"Don't mind if I do." Ike accepted the large bento box full of rice, rice balls, sushi, fried chicken strips and a few vegetables (which Ike wanted to avoid—he's more of a fruit person). "Thanks, by the way."
Marth smiled warmly—in a way Ike thought that resembled a mother. He didn't think think of his friend as a woman or anything, but it was just Marth's actions and overall personality that made him think of the warmth and kindness of a mother. That was something about Marth that Ike loved a lot.
"But you have to eat up quickly, lunch is almost over." Informed Lucina as she checked the time on her phone. She almost dropped said device when she noticed that the indigo-haired teen had already finished his food.
"New record~!" Cheered Marth, smiling brightly and clapping his hands. He then patted Ike on the head. "Well done!"
Lucina sweat dropped at the actions of two of her best friends. "You guys are really . . . weird."
"Is that a problem, Lu-Lu?" Asked Ike, smirking teasingly at the blue-haired girl. Said girl puffed out a cheek in annoyance.
"I told you to stop calling me that!"
"Personally, I think it's cute." Marth said. "Lu-Lu . . . yep, I'll be calling you that from now on!"
"No~!"
Ike chuckled, watching his two blue-haired best friends get into a playful fight, then soon bursting out laughing at their own childish actions. Ike felt his lips curve downwards as a stream of memories flowed into his mind.
'Forget it . . . she's gone.'
"Why are you frowning, Ike?" Lucina asked, her and Marth's blue orbs locked on his.
Ike blinked, then shook his head and smiled. "It's nothing."
Marth and Lucina continued to look at him, not entirely convinced. They both shrugged.
"If you say so."
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"Ugh, that melon bread tasted like shit!" A fiery red-haired boy sighed and leaned back on his seat, resting his head on the table behind him and looking up to see a silver-haired boy looking down at the book he was reading. "What book is that, Robin? Not that I really care though."
"Then you don't have to know." Said Robin, turning the page of his book. "Right?"
"Guess so . . . when is this class going to be over? It sucks."
Robin sighed. "Everything sucks to you." He glanced at his watch. "In five, four, three, two . . ."
The bell rang, and immediately Roy stuffed all of his things into his bag and dashed out the classroom while yelling, "Freedom!"
Robin sighed once again, closing his book and placing it neatly inside his bag. Standing up, he ran a hand through his platinum locks and calmly left the classroom.
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"Ike! Marth! Lucina!"
The three blue-haired teens stopped their conversations and turned their heads to see Roy running towards them. The lively red-head leaped towards the three and tackled them onto the ground—what he usually did when he felt like he hasn't seem them for a long time.
"We told you to stop doing that!" Yelled Marth who kicked Roy off, sending him flying towards Robin who kicked him back, and ended up landing in the arms of Ike.
"And I told you guys to stop kicking me around like a football!" Roy retorted. "Thanks for saving me again, Ike."
"It's all good." The bluenette replied, placing the red head gently on the ground. Roy immediately shot a glare at Marth and Robin, who both shrugged it off.
"Anyway, do you guys wanna grab a bite?" Lucina asked. "I'm in the mood for a burger and fries."
"You can count me in." Said Marth. Ike nodded his head in agreement.
"I would, but I have some homework to take care of." Robin stated, earning a pout from Lucina.
"It's always homework when it comes to you!" Lucina protested. "You can finish it at mine after we eat. OK?"
"But it's due tomorrow—"
"No one cares!"
"—and it's 25% of my final grade!"
"Shut up already Robin!" Roy joined in.
"Who're you telling to shut up, huh?!"
"Come at me bro! I didn't take three days of karate for nothing!"
"I took three years! Top that, scrub!"
"Who's a scrub?!"
Outside of the pointless arguing, Ike and Marth stood beside each other—Marth chuckling at their friends childishness and Ike simply watching them with a stoic expression plastered on his face.
Marth tilted his head upward a bit to look at Ike (he was only up to his shoulders) and asked, "What's wrong, Ike?"
"Nothing." The indigo-haired boy said simply.
Marth tilted his head to the side a bit in curiosity, raising a perfectly sculpted thin brow. "Are you sure? You look upset."
"I'm fine."
". . . then smile."
Ike looked at Marth as if he'd grown a second head.
"Why?"
"So I know you're OK."
"But I am—"
"It's not certain unless you smile, Ike."
Ike sighed quietly and looked away from Marth for a bit. Why was Marth making it as if smiling was the most important thing? It doesn't do anything but hurt your cheeks, Ike thought. But all Marth wanted to know was if Ike was OK—he's like a brother to him. So what's the harm?
"Fine, as long as it keeps you happy." Ike said.
Marth laughed when Ike forced a small, half smile.
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Someday, Out Of The Blue
. Chapter I .
- Smile -
- Closed -
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Author's Note: I've always wanted to write a fic like this—I'm actually kind of surprised I have. I didn't think I would be writing any Smash Bros AU's too. Well, as you can see, the Fire Emblem characters are the main characters in this fic (mainly Ike). The reason I picked Ike was because in fics he's mostly portrayed as a strong character, and him being abused and keeping it a secret shows that he has a weak side, which I've wanted to try out for a while. I would really like to know what you guys think about this type of characterization for Ike. Hopefully I can pull it off n_n'
Well, like I said before, the main characters are: Ike, Marth, Lucina, Robin & Roy. I've always wanted them guys to be their own little group of friends. Hee hee.
The genres will range across Hurt & Comfort, Friendship & slight Horror, just so you know. But it will focus on the comfort, help and support of friends, emotional pain that is hidden and is trying to be overcome, and all that. I really love that stuff :)
Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter of Someday, Out Of The Blue. Please leave a review on what you thought. Constructive criticism is very healthy for me, too. *thumbs up*
— snow . x . fairy