Gentle sunlight poured across the dunes of grass, the sky an innocent baby blue. Clouds rolled across the sky slowly, birds floating through the blue abyss. Two figures sat on the grass, twiddling flowers with their fingertips, laughing and chatting. There was a long, yet, peaceful silence,
"Hey, Peachie..,'
The blonde smiled at the man sitting next to her, his favourite red hat lying next to him,
"Yes Mario?"
Another silence,
"I-I…"
BEEP!
"…And I-,"
BEEP!
"So…"
BEEP!
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
She was panting heavily, sitting upright, eyes squeezed shut and by the feel of it, her hair dishevelled.
BEEP!
She paused, opening one of her eyes limply.
Peach frowned; the green pastures of the fields and the blue, blue sky around her…had gone. Instead, her dark, dingy, old bedroom surrounded her, the sound of cars growling by, the flicker of city lights dancing on her room's walls and the distant sound of music and commotion. Reaching a tired hand over she gently tapped the 'snooze' button on her alarm. She sat still for a little more until a horrible feeling grew inside her.
It was a dream, all a wishful dream. Peach groaned, flopping back against her mattress, curling up and fighting the urge to wail. She'd had this dream a few times before so she expected herself to not get her hopes up the minute she was thrown into the wonderful world of her imagination. But she was weaker than she thought.
Peach yawned, casually recollecting her thoughts of the night before. It was raining yesterday, Samus had a strop and…oh. Oh.
Memories of last night flooded into her mind like a tsunami, crashing down on her innocent memories. She had kissed…. that man. Peach sat upright for the second time that morning, with a horrified look spread across her face. How could she! Why did he! And more importantly, who was he! The blonde clung at her hair in panic (ignoring the fact it was a birds nest anyway). Oh dear, and she had to work at the café today so she would definitely see Mario!
'Right then! I'll just not go!"
And with that the blonde flopped back in her bed, anxiety gnawing at her mind persistently. But surely Samus would say something about this…. No, she'd shout about this. She'd been so ticked off lately; Peach couldn't measure the fellow blonde's mood no more. Peach groaned softly as she nestled further into her bed, her small brows creasing. She was waiting for the slam of the door, the loud, cursing mumbling, the thunderous tremor of footsteps and bang of her bedroom door swinging open and crashing against the wallpaper wall.
Slam!
Peach flinched, almost falling out her bed. She was back. Samus was downstairs raging. Peach could practically feel the burning anger rise up from downstairs. The storming footsteps became louder and louder. Peach gasped, sitting bolt upwards. She needed to think up an excuse, fast.
'Ugh…Sammie, I feel ill…Can I have the day off?'
Or perhaps,
'Sammieee, I feel sick!'
Or maybe she should just write down on a pad of paper that she's lost her voice. She couldn't possibly serve customers with no voice…. right? The footsteps halted, signalling the furious blonde was outside her bedroom about to charge in. Peach dove back under her soft, warm covers, preparing her 'ill face'. She was mid-way through her preparations when the door slammed open and her cosy covers disappeared. Peach squealed and hugged her knees as a cool breeze rushed through her bones.
There was a small silence until Peach opened a baby blue eye.
Sure enough, Samus was standing beside her bed, covers clutched firmly in one hand. Her hair was a little dishevelled and her face was lightly flushed. Her frosty blue eyes pierced Peach's baby blue, as if she'd suddenly dove inside her, staring into her soul. Peach gently unrolled herself, and grinned sheepishly,
"U-uh Sammie…I feel ill…?"
The covers fell to ground with a loud 'flumph!'
"Don't you dare give me any of that bull, you hear me!" Samus snapped, her long index finger pointing accusingly as Peach. The smaller blonde only blinked. Samus growled,
"I've been down at the café workin' my ass off while you've been lazing around here and you have the nuts to go and say your ILL!"
Peach bit her cheeks, flushing slightly,
"Umm…yeah?"
"No way! I am having none of this! Just because of last nights incident there is no way your bunking off work today Peach, stop being so selfish!"
"But Sammieee!"
"Go take a shower!" she snapped back, silencing the smaller blonde. Peach gave out a loud humph! She walked out to the bathroom, footsteps stamping on the floorboards. Samus pinched her nose sighing once she heard the bathroom door slam and shower hiss to a start. She's been so stressed lately what with the authorities after her and work, Peach wasn't making it any easier. Samus let out a defiant sigh as she made her way downstairs, her hand slipping down the banister. She wandered over to the kitchen, pulling out a chair and reaching over to the paper.
She froze,
"Sammie, there's no shower gel left, do you want me to-," Peach paused as she saw Samus' expression. She wrapped the towel around her wet hair and stepped around to see whatever Samus was gawking at.
It was the picture, the picture of him and her…kissing.
Peach's widened, lost in the black and white print of the newspaper, eyes empty. Samus suddenly smirked, though, quickly hid this with a scowl once she saw Peach's shocked expression,
"So…this is the guy you went off with?" tapping a finger at the man, a thin blonde eyebrow rising high. Peach spluttered, stumbling back,
"W-went off with!" she blurted. Samus snorted then finally slammed her fist onto the table, roaring with laughter. Peach hesitated, frowning at Samus,
"It's not funny! Do you know what this means?" Samus continued bawling with hoarse laughter, "It means Mario is gonna hate me!"
Samus' laughter finally ceased as she wiped a gleeful tear from her eye,
"Hate you? Why on earth would he hate you? You've only kissed him", she chuckled, rising from the chair and chucking the paper back down on the table. It slid to a halt in front of Peach.
Samus suddenly grinned,
"Geez, it's not like you slept with the guy…."
Peach spluttered,
"SAMMIE!"
"What?"
"D-don't say that…." Peach blushed, staring back down at the newspaper. She did have a point though. It was only one kiss…. and it certainly never meant anything. Peach sighed,
"What time do you want me to come over to the café?" she grumbled turning the newspaper over so her kissing scandal was no longer gawking back at her.
Samus smiled,
"As soon as your ready."
Marth sighed, feeling his body deflate. He had already drunk three coffees this morning but that didn't shake the horrible sinking feeling inside him. The blue haired man stood up from his sofa, giving out a desperate yawn and wandered to the window, pressing his warm forehead against the cool, soothing glass.
The sky was a nocturnal black, tinted navy with the blue spotlights prodding at the clouds. Advertising lights and neon signs were scattered amongst the towering buildings, shining proudly through the night. Marth stood back blowing a pathetic raspberry, fogging up the window glass and drew a smiley face with his finger. He attempted a quick flash of a smile but felt his face fall into a drooping scowl, god he was tired.
Suddenly the door opened. Marth spun round, niftily wiping the window in process.
A tall, muscular man stood in the doorway. A red tattered cape flew around his knees as he wore a traditional mercenary uniform however in a combo of light and dark blue. His navy hair was tied out of his eyes with a strip of red fabric. A badge glowed a light cyan blue, firmly pinning the cape to his clothing.
The man smiled,
"Good morning Sir Marth, did you sleep well?"
Marth chuckled,
"Like a baby, Ike. How was your journey here? I heard the weather was harsh in the upland outskirts."
Ike wandered over to a fruit bowl, perched next to the sofa. He grabbed an apple, threw it in the air then took a bite,
"Huh, you can shay that again. There were sand storms out there, torrential." He muffled, chewing the apple ferociously. He swallowed, suddenly smirking,
"So, uh, how's Roy? I heard he got here earlier than expected…."
"Yeah he did, a whole day early to be precise. I expect he would've stayed in the hotel or something." Marth sighed. It was like looking after a five year old when it came to Roy.
Ike snorted,
"Stayed in the hotel huh?"
Marth frowned, his cerulean eyes narrowing,
"Yes. He's become pretty popular, somehow, so I told him it'd be best to stay away from the public since he'd just arrived,"
Ike grinned, grasping a newspaper sitting on the sofa,
"I guess you haven't heard then…" he chucked the paper. Marth caught the paper, opened it and stared at the front page.
And saw Roy…kissing a girl.
Marth blinked then groaned as his brain took in the information,
"Oh god…"
Ike chuckled, finishing off the apple and throwing it in the bin. Marth however felt like throwing himself in the bin, and Roy. Maybe it wasn't like looking over a five year old…more like a fifteen year old with 'growing up problems'. Marth sighed flicking the paper away and wandered over to the door,
"I guess I better get the troop ready, yeah?" he inquired, still smirking at Marth's miserable demeanour. The ex-prince nodded,
"Yeah. I'm just going to the lab. Hopefully I'll bump into Georgie-Porgie on the way there…" he grumbled. Ike laughed,
"I'm sure you will. How is your research going?" he asked as he followed the fellow man out the door and into the elevator,
"Fine. I'd be better if the authorities weren't breathing down my back."
"Huh, I know what you mean."
Marth turned to Ike,
"Ah, that reminds me. How is the Hart? Working alright?" the elevator stopped, the doors opening as the bell softly chimed. Ike nodded, stretching his arms,
"Great. Although, some of the soldiers are saying it feels kinda weird in the morning, y'know?"
Marth gave a brief nod,
"Yeah, that'll soon ware down once it settles."
The two men entered a large hall, the ceiling draped with crystal lights glowing a cyan blue. The floor was covered in white stone, as the walls were a deep navy. A desk stood not far from the grand entrance, covered in blue holograms. A vulpine woman smiled at the two soldiers,
"Good morning Sir Marth, General Ike. How can I help you?" she inquired, smiling softly,
"Good morning Krystal. Could you call for transportation and contact the lab, I'll be there soon."
The blue vulpine woman smiled,
"Of course, sir."
Marth sighed turning to Ike, smiling,
"Good luck with the soldiers today, they'll be exhausted after tomorrow."
Ike chuckled heartily, strolling towards the exit,
"That won't stop me, don't you worry."
Marth waved back as the tall man left the building, the large, entrance doors closing.
AN
How long has it been now?
Wow…. quite a long time ago, huh? 'I'm Still Here's next chapter is almost done…. let's hope I will actually finish these fics
I know not much has happened but I swear everything will open up in the next few chapters, explaining what these soldier beings are and what the hell the 'hart' thing is.
Thanks so much for reading guys, without you lot I probably wouldn't of returned to this
-Ellie