Journey in to the Center of New York
Chapter 1
Alien

"Marth! Quit messing with your tiara!" Roy hissed.

"But I want to look my best when we capture the alien!" Marth whined.

"For the last time, he's not an alien, he's an inter-dimensional traveler. And if you don't stop, we're going to-" At that moment, a figure ran past their hiding place. There was a bright flash, and then he disappeared. "-miss him," Roy finished sourly.

Marth jumped up and down happily. "Hooray! We scared the alien away!"

"No Marth, not hooray. Now we have to catch him IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!!!!" Roy fumed. Marth stared at him blankly. Roy just shook his head. "Follow me."

"Okay!" Marth said brightly.

What did I do to end up with an idiot like him? Roy wondered, I mean, he's a great ruler and all, but right now he's acting like a total idiot! You wouldn't know that I was the younger one if you looked at the two of us. "Okay Marth, I'm going to need you to hold my hand for this," Roy said aloud.

"Aww, Roy, I love you too!" Marth giggled, grabbing onto Roy's hand. Roy gave him a look that said, "I will never understand the absurd workings of your strange mind like your own." and proceeded to mumble something that sounded like a spell. A flash of heat, and they were gone as well.

Roy stood up and brushed himself off, taking in his surroundings. He was in an alley of sorts. On three sides were walls. On the fourth side, people rushed along the street, completely oblivious to the strangers' appearance. Marth lay unconscious to Roy's right.

"That's the best Roy costume I have ever seen!" someone exclaimed. Roy turned to find a dark blonde girl with fair skin running over to him, dragging along her less eager friend.

"What do you mean, 'costume'? This is what I always wear," Roy said.

"Freak," the blonde girl's friend mumbled. Roy actually found her very attractive, what with her black hair, purple streaks, and round face. She was also much tanner than her overly hyper friend.

"Freak?" Roy inquired. The dark-haired girl was about to explain, but her friend cut her off.

"OMG, it's Marth!!!" she shrieked, "Look, his tiara is a perfect replica, Right down to the jewel!" With those words said, she grabbed Marth's headpiece and began dancing around with it, admiring the way the jewels sparkled when they caught the light just right. This, of course, caused Marth the wake up instantly.

"Why does this alien have my tiara?!" he asked, his eye twitching. The blonde girl stopped dancing to look at Marth.

"Alien? I'm no alien. I'm a human. My name's Bri. And this is my friend Robyn."

"I don't care what you are, I just want my tiara!" he yelled, stamping his foot. Roy rolled his eyes.

"Chill Marth. It's just a tiara. You've got, like, 50 back home," he said. Marth pouted.

"I still want it back," he grumbled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second. Your names are really Roy and Marth? As in, General Roy of Pherae and Prince Marth of Altea?" Robyn asked. Marth nodded.

"Yeah, why?" he said.

"That's not possible! You guys are from a video game!!!!" Robyn exclaimed.

"Video game?" Roy asked, "What's that?"

"Yeah, he's so the real Roy," Bri said.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" he asked.

"It means, you've obviously come from Pherae or Altea or wherever, because, sadly, video games don't exist there. I guess no one was smart enough to invent them yet," she explained with a shrug

"Hey! I will not be insulted in such a way!" Roy said.

"Oh, just ignore her. She means you're not from this dimension or realm or whatever you wanna call it. But if you aren't, why are you here now?" Robyn asked. "Actually, how are you here now?"

"We're here because Roy used his fire magic to follow the alien!" Marth said gleefully. Roy's eye twitched.

"Actually, I uttered a simple inter-dimensional travel spell. And we were following someone from this dimension. He was causing all sorts of havoc in Altea. We have to catch him before he returns or moves on to another dimension.

"What'd he look like? We might be able to help," Bri said, totally oblivious to Robyn trying to warn her that this was a bad idea.

"Well, he was sort of tall, with shortish black hair, fair skin, and a long black trench coat. Oh, and his eyes were green," Roy described. Bri glanced at Robyn, who rolled her eyes.

"That narrows it down to... just about every creep in this country. Look, there's no way you could find him, you might as well go home," Robyn said.

"No! Prince Marth never gives up!" Marth said, drawing his sword and pointing it towards the sky. All the while somehow managing to avoid being noticed by the hurrying bystanders.

"Eh... I hate to agree with him, but we really can't leave until we catch this guy," Roy said.

"Well, then you'll just have to stay with us!" Bri said cheerily. "But first, we have to give you new names and new looks. We wouldn't want you getting attacked by crazy fangirls!"

"You mean like what you did to Marth when you realized that he was here?" Roy asked.

"NO!"

"Well, at least no one got her started on yaoi- oh, whoops" Robyn muttered. Bri grinned as her thoughts went in a totally different direction.

"Yaoi!!!!!" she screamed. Roy backed away from her.

"No, no, no, there is ABSOLUTELY no yaoi going on between Marth and me!" Roy said.

"But what about right before we left when you-" Marth was cut off when Roy hastily put a hand over his mouth.

"He he..." he laughed, sweat dropping, "Marth, you're so silly sometimes... Seriously, like I said, there is no yaoi between Marth and I." Roy's face was now covered in sweat.

"Alright, alright, let's get this makeover done with before Roy drowns in his own sweat," Robyn said.

"Yay! Shopping!" Marth and Bri said at the same time.

"Marth, this does mean you'll have to get rid of your tiara," Roy reminded. Marth looked at him with utter shock, and the entire New York City area was jolted out of its busy rhythm as a girly scream of terror echoed off the buildings.

Author's Note: Well, I'm ending here merely because the chapter had 1,111 words in it (not counting this little note). R&R please, no flamers. I wonder what I shall do to Marth *evil grin*... If you have any ideas, feel free to let me know.