To Claim a Prince
Marth's life in the mansion is still not quite what he expceted it to be. He finds himself worried about working with his new roomate, growing more impatient with him as he begins to bond with his angelic friend, but why is he always so figety?
Marth woke the next morning to the familiar hushed sound of the shower running. In panic stupor, he shot up from his bed, his blood painfully swelling in his head as he believed he had slept in. The prince never slept in, it just wasn't anything he was accustomed to. He rolled over, squinting as he attempted to read the wall clock in the dark.
"4:42?" he groaned quietly. "That can't be"
He checked his left, grunting at the snoring red head pile that was happily sleeping- to his right was a predictable empty space. Marth shook his head in disbelief. Not only did he wake up earlier then the usual already dawn-breaking 5:00, but someone else was up and moving before him.
The noise from the running water tappered off, causing Marth to stiffen. Within a few moments, the door to the bathroom opened with a swift silent motion, and a towel-draped warrior exited the misty condensated room. His hair clung to his forehead, disheveled and still dripping occasionally on the carpeted floor.
Ike noticably jumped at the sight of the sleepy half-awaken prince. He gripped the threshold of the door with a gasp, glaring at Marth through the strands of his wet hair. "Don't startle me like that!" he said angrily.
"Hmm? Oh, I beg your pardon" Marth responded in a daze, still weakened by his morning headache.
Ike stomped passed Marth, slightly embarrassed tp the fact he was still half-naked in front of his new counterpart. With quick haste he hid around the wall for a short time, exchanging his towel for a pair of his usual white pants while shaking the cloth through his hair. By this time, Marth was preparing for a morning shower himself.
"Are you usually up this early?" Ike asked.
"Yes, it's a rarity for me to sleep in" Marth replied with a muffled yawn. "Although I have to admit I'm surprised that anyone would be up before me"
"Is it too early for you?" Ike chuckled rawly, pacing around the room in search for his missing sock, eventually causing the sleeping red head to stir from his once peaceful rest. The tired swordsman groaned in annoyance. "What the hell?" he grumbled, hardly coherently. "First I have to deal with him, but now you too?" he muttered, pointing to each boy respectively as he spoke. "It's bad enough Marth doesn't seem to need sleep to function, but now there is two of you like that? Wow guys, just wow"
Ike starred blankly, eyes narrowed uncaringly. "Er- sorry?" he weakly apologized in a awkward fashion, finally placing his missing black sock on.
Roy mummuerd a few inaudible words before colasping back onto his bed, blinking at the ceiling tiles. "Ugh, what are you looking at you shirtless pretty boy!?" he snapped. Ike backed away, aggrovated, quickly throwing on a white tank top.
"You'll have to excuse him. Roy gets rather...irritated in the morning when he doesn't get his sleep" Marth explained. "You learn to deal with it, just ignore him. He doesn't remember anything he says come the next few minutes anyways"
Ike nodded with a scoff. "I see"
Marth tossed a clean towel over his shoulder, and dissmissed himself to his shower without another word, swiftly closing the bathroom door behind him. However, his fingers lingered over the fosset as he heard whispers of conversation behind the door. Ignoring his high-stemed curiosity, he took his shower, although he found it was shorter then the average one.
He exited the bathroom fully dressed, just finishing drying his hair while trying to create the illusion he wasn't in a rush. He found both boys in the room gathered by Roy's bed. Roy was yelling, and Ike was, once again, shirtless.
"What is going on?" Marth asked, curiosity now drowning out any other action.
"Ike and I were just having a friendly argument" Roy explained innocently. Marth's eyes narrowed, shifting across the room. He broke into a long sigh. "Then why is the lamp broken?" he asked.
"Well, we were judging to see who had the better body, and we tried to prove it with strength...and well it didn't work out too well" said Roy, laughing nervously. "We just got a little out of hand"
The prince sighed once again, sitting himself on his bed. "Only you would get into an argument like this Roy" he said gently. He couldn't help but think about the topic though, stealing glances at both boys individually. The three of them were swordsmen, but each had individual traits.
Roy was the youngest and shortest, but had well-developed strength that surpassed Marth's, an impressive trait at such a young age. His skin was a golden tan, with spots of sun-spotted freckles that added to his stern boyish charm.
Ike however, had a very solid and admirable build, a rare combo of intimidating and breathtaking at the same time. His skin looked smooth, but his exterior is still durable and tough. His tallness gave him a lean look along with Marth, but his arms were almost double in size. Marth shivered.
Looking at the other two, Marth felt he was the odd one out. His skin was far too pale and delicate. He was much more breakable with a smaller and thinner frame. He knew he would be able to outrun the two with ease, but his arms held toothpicks to theirs. His features were much softer and calmer.
"Why don't you simply train later instead of taking it out on our furniture?" Marth suggested. The two nodded, shaking hands in agreement and understanding. Marth sighed, clearing his throat. "I'm going out" he annouced, turning to leave the other two shirtless swordsmen alone.
"Where is he going in such a hurry?" Ike asked to the redhead. Roy shrugged. "It all depends. Somedays he gets a coffee, another day he will go for a walk when it's nice outside, and other times he finds somewhere to train. Marth is an active morning person without a doubt"
It wasn't until approximentally 9:00 that Marth reentered the mansion, right around the time the rest of the smashers decided to get out of bed for the morning. As usual, the Altean prince arrived at the dining room to join others for breakfast. The area buzzed with commute revolving around this year's tournament and newcomers.
The main topic of choice seemed to focus on Marth's newest roomate. Without a doubt, Marth found his fellow bluenette surrounded by a few others as he had been the other day. He looked irritated and impatient, and by the looks of it, the prince just figured he was hungry. Marth chuckled softly at the sight. Looks like the newest swordsman wasn't handling the attention too well.
"Hey Marth" a green-cladded swordsman called.
Marth politely smiled, walking towards his old familiar friend. "Good morning Link" he greeted, occuping the empty seat across from him. To his surprise, his newly aquainted angel friend was sitting next to him. Even more surprisingly to him, his stomach fluttered due to his presence.
Pit played with his food aimlessly, his head rested on his hand with a deep frown as Link and Marth spoke about last year's tournament.
Marth paused in his conversation, noting the angel's forlorn look. "Are you okay Pit?" Marth asked kindly.
The brunette boy sat up alertly. "I'm fine, thank you" he replied bashfully, gazing away from the prince. Marth squirmed uncomfortably for a little bit, wanting to help the angel. "Would you still like me to show you around?" he suggested, remembering Pit's promise.
Pit smiled queasily, looking around a few times before responding. "Yes, I'd like that" he replied, eagerness returning in his voice. Marth smiled. "I'll see you later Link" he said to the blonde, departing with the newcomer following behind.
After a while of mazing around every dust-filled corner of every individual hallway, Pit's knowledge of the mansion improved. They were mostly quiet during their walk as Pit allowed Marth to do most of the talking, which was still at a minimum. Marth would never be dissuaded to smile everytime Pit simply replied with a polite comment here and there.
Pit noticed this. It wasn't that he was truly bothered by the charming smiles he recieved, but he was simply distracted by this, and all his thoughts he had earlier in the day that involved it. He didn't want to intrude in Marth's personal life, but some things were better said.
"Marth, is there... something going on...with you and Ike?" he asked bashfully. The duo both turned a shade of red at the awkward question, Marth's jaw dropped signifigantly, his eyes bulging out uncharacteristically. "Of course not!" he cried. Clearing his throat, he calmed down before he continued. "That whole 'kiss' thing is just a rumor, I simply ran into him as I was leaving my apartment room. I don't see how anyone could believe I was in some relationship with him"
"I see. I'm sorry for asking, I was just curious as to why everyone was poking fun with you. I don't see what the problem would be though, I mean, it you were okay with it, I would be" Pit explained in a flustered mannor.
Marth stood for a few moments in silence, listening absently to Pit shuffling around. He was confused, to say the least as to why his angel friend was suddenly jumpy and curious. "It's alright" he responded, unsure of what else there was to say.
Pit caught himself simply starring at the prince. "So he's your partner for the upcoming 2vs2 matches?" Pit asked, attempting to chance the conversation.
Marth nodded. "Yes, I actually almost forgot, I should be training with him...but I'm not entirely sure if I'm really willing to do that" Marth admitted.
Pit's eyes widened. "Really?"
Marth smirked, side glancing at Pit. "Yes, but please do not tell him. Ike just seems to be a little, full of himself. I'm just not sure how well this will work out" he explained. He sighed, turning to his friend. "Who have you been assigned with?" he asked.
Pit smiled. "Roy, he seems like a descent fighter. He talked about you" Pit answered, making Marth raise an eyebrow. Pit chuckled. "Don't worry, it was nothing bad. He just stated you two are good friends and fought together last year"
Marth nodded, slightly relieved and embarrassed that he distrusted his friend once again. He sat up suddenly, idea in mind. "I got it" he said smoothly, eager but still calm. "Why don't you and Roy spar with Ike and myself?" he proposed.
Pit adjusted his crown with his right hand- left hand ruffling his brown locks, pressing his lips together in thought. He looked nervous, his left hand now shaking uneasily, but he finally complied. "I guess I don't see why not" he replied. Marth smiled. "Alright then, I'll just have to see if Roy and Ike will oblige"
Pit laughed. "Alright, let's start. We only have two days to train" he said with a smile. The prince nodded in agreement, but still found himself feeling like he was swallowing a baseball.
Ugg I'm so busy. :(
I'll have a larger update very soon, promise.
-megzx
