(Just as a heads up, every chapter is in the perspective of a different character. :3 Enjoy.)

-Jeimii-kun

"You look wonderful...now, strike a random pose."

"Very sexy! Be a little bit more nonchalant, though. Soften your features."

"Now, tilt your head up..."

"A little to the left, babe..." I tilted my head to the left as Marth had instructed. My entire body was sore from all this damn modeling the prince was having me do, but I did love him, so I decided not to stop. He trotted over to me, cerulean blue locks bouncing in the cute way that they always do. "Is there any way you can fluff up your wings a bit? Maybe spread them out full-span?" I nodded, opening my curled wings behind me and being careful not to flinch otherwise.

The pretty young man took a few steps back, admiring my form. "Oh, you look perfect!" He cried, clapping his gloved hands together. "Link!" He turned his head, calling the archer's name into the other room of the studio. "Yes?" The blonde answered, jogging in and standing next to my prince. "Doesn't he look just beautiful?" Marth said breathlessly. Link smiled. "Of course." He came over to me, placing a proud hand on my shoulder. "He always looks beautiful." I blushed, but Marth fumed. "Watch yourself, pretty boy."He snapped.

All this attention was giving me confidence. Link wasn't very difficult to please, but my boyfriend was a perfectionist; he couldn't help it. Although he always admired me, I still thought I could be better.

Just for him.

"You really should be a model." Link suggested. "You're nearly perfect...I wish I was you, Marth." "Well, you're not! So hands...off." The prince politely removed the swordsman's hand from my shoulder. "Will you two stop fussing over me already?" I laughed, still not moving from my pose. "I'm not that handsome, Bunny." "Yes you are..." Marth said, pecking me on the cheek. "You're gorgeous. And Link is right; you should do more modeling. But I think that's enough for today. Let me just take a few photos, and don't you move!" Marth sprinted to his camera some feet away from where I stood. "Try to look carefree...smile!" I smiled like he told me to.

And it wasn't false.

The next morning began with training at the gym for my next match, something which I wasn't particularly fond of. I'm not necessarily the type to be self-conscious; however, I don't think I'm very muscular at all, and working out seems to get me nowhere. Marth thinks he has the same problem; he always thinks he has a problem. His figure and face are perfect, which is why I always tell him he should be the one modeling, not the one behind the camera, but he insists that I am beautiful and that he has a talent for photography (he really does, don't get me wrong.).

Link, the third piece of our trio, has decided to one day become a model as well, so he accompanies Marth and I to our studio in a spare room in the mansion. He has women practically dropping to the floor at the first sight of him, which I think he would like, except for the fact that he is also into boys and is currently in a relationship with Ike. They're near inseparable, which is a wonder considering how shy Link is. But it seems that everyone in the mansion can't help but love him.

So, as I sat in the gym thinking about my friends and boyfriend, my mind eventually drifted back to the fact that I had done at least twenty sit-ups by now without even thinking about it.

I was satisfied.

I left the gym that morning with Marth, feeling better than ever.

We headed to our room later that day after my match, the two of us crashing on the plush bed in exhaustion; him from cheering me on so much, me from fighting so hard. Apparently both of those acts had paid off. I won the match against Lucario, a rather strong member in our gaggle of brawlers. But now was our time to relax. I climbed onto the mattress, curled my wings behind me, and watched as Marth laid down close to me. "Fighting can sure take a lot out of you..." He sighed. I nodded. "But at least now we can..." -I wrapped my arm around his waist, gently pulling him closer- "...have some quality time." He smiled, kissing me.

His kiss was sweet, gentle. Softly I gripped the nape of his neck, working my lips against his. I loved kissing Marth. He was passionate, putting his soul into the amorous act. He had a natural taste too, a sweet flavor on his tongue and in his mouth. He never chewed gum; he thinks it ruins your teeth, which is absolutely false unless you chew too much of it.

As much as he cares about his appearance, he should be the one modeling. Another fact to support my cause.

He shouldn't have cared about his looks, however. He was absolutely gorgeous; silky, thick indigo locks, azure eyes, full lips...and his body was practically chiseled by the freaking goddess herself. And that was a pet peeve of mine; people who look thatgood don't realize their own beauty. Or at least, Marth didn't. He wasn't the stuck-up young man that some people made him out to be. He was precious.

The kiss progressed, becoming deeper until he was on top of me and both of us were gasping for air. "The door's...open..." Marth breathed. "...And?" I said. "Close it. This is gonna get good." He smiled mischievously, and I closed said door and plopped back onto the bed. "Now...where were we?"

Quality time with my boyfriend is something I love, but I always make room for time with my regular friends, too. At dinner that evening I sat with Link in the cafeteria rather than my usual spot next to Marth. We talked about random things: how my wings molted every year and how Link transformed into a wolf every full moon, funny or weird things that happened to us back in our homelands, our boyfriends, modeling, and other small talk until we were both finished with our dinner. Chatting wih Link a bit rare; he's quite shy. But he has a big heart and he's really sweet and funny...I think talking with him made me realize why Ike found him so enchanting.

Not to mention that he's very pretty. I didn't like to "check out" other people, because in my opinion Marth is the most beautiful person I've ever met, but Link is pretty damn close.

His eyes are to die for...so pretty and shimmering...and his hair is really soft-looking...

We finished dinner and I parted ways with Link, heading towards the elevator to reach my room on the second third floor of the mansion. I arrived there within minutes, stepping into the comfy dwelling and shutting the door behind me, absent-mindedly noting that Marth wasn't there. But what did catch my eye was a note, fastened to my vanity with a peice Scotch tape. I went over to look at it, reading in the words carefully:

Pit,

Meet me in the courtyard under the tree nearest to the fountain...you know, the one with the bench next to it. I'll be waiting :)

-Bunny

I smiled, remembering the pet name I sometimes called my boyfriend. He loved it when I called him that. He probably put the note there earlier, before we went to dinner; he told me to go on ahead without him and that he'd be down in a minute. I checked myself in my vanity's mirror (as a model, it was sort of instinctive..) and headed back downstairs and out to the courtyard.