衝突
Collision
Story by Ven Ceinza.
Disclaimer: I do not own Nintendo or any of their characters. (Which are awesome.)
In-story summary: Ike, the Hero of Tellius, has been cordially re-invited to the Smash Manor after his last tournament there. Pleased to be re-untied with his friends- Fox, Pit, and Link –Ike accepts the offer to return. During his previous stay, he met everyone there was to meet—or so he thought. This time, they are all there. The Smashers that were only invited to the first Melee were asked to come back to show the newbies how this game was played before the wussies took over.
A certain me is bringing you chapter two! I'm taking a break from some of my other stories. I'm so sick of writing love stories right now. I just want to write something I can enjoy that shows off my personal writing style and what's going through my head. I hope you, or anyone in general, likes this story. I'm not the best writer, but I figure that neither is anyone else. We're all good at something! So, keep reading! Pairings possibly being exposed soon?
Reviews=Love.
スタジアム
(Stadium)
Ike finally regained consciousness by the time Samus sat him down in the second row of seats in the stadium. The arena was circular, and the seats were only around it in a semicircle. Most of the seats were empty, but the bottom two rows were nearly full. Ike looked around, recognizing most of the faces. He kicked his feet on the back of the seat in front of him. Directly below him, in front of him, was a head of startlingly red hair. The body it belonged to was wearing blue armor. Next to that guy was one with blue hair, wearing all blue. Ike recalled that this was Marth, who he roomed with last time he was here.
As Master Hand descended to the stage, Ike could not help but stare at Marth and think. He remembered spending afternoons training with the Altean prince, fighting their hearts out, but at the same time having a lot of fun. He thought that over that period of time while they were at the Smash Manor together, Ike thought he got reasonably close to the prince, considering that he never talked to many people and Ike was one of the more sociable guys there. To have two people, practical opposites, becoming friends would have been so pathetically cliché, it would have made perfect sense.
Because that's how these stories are supposed to go, isn't it?
"Ike," someone whispered, flicking the back of his head.
He shivered and turned around angrily. "Which one of you little fuc—"he cut himself off. Fox and Falco were sitting there looking suspicious.
Fox smiled sneakily. Falco was rubbing his forehead with one of his wings. "Really, Fox? You would."
Fox waggled his eyebrows. "Of course, my feathery friend; you know I had to do it. Ike, how've you been, man?"
Ike held out his fist and Fox pounded it. "Living life every day, just trying to take things one at a time since things don't get any easier with time."
"I know what you mean," Fox says with a nod.
Falco hushed them coldly. "Shut up, will you? This could be important!"
Fox waves his hand dismissively. "Whatever, Falco; I've heard this speech twice before, I do not know why I need to hear it again."
"Personally, I already noticed that things are set up differently from last year," Ike pointed out.
Fox opened his mouth to speak again, but Falco covered it with one of his wings quickly so he could not get it out. Ike blinked. Killjoy, he snorted in his mind.
Samus on the left of Ike and Pit on the right whacked each of Ike's shoulders. He whined. "Oh come on guys, live a little. I heard the hand last year. How can he talk anyway? He's a giant hand!"
"Quiet!" the redhead in front of Ike turned around and glared. His eyes were a crystal blue, making him seem like the essence of fire and water put together. He had a headband on and a blue cape. The blue haired prince next to him glanced over his shoulder, looked at Ike, blushed, and looked away.
When no one said anything else, the redhead smiled contently. "Thank you," he said with a sigh, turning back around.
"If the side conversations are over," Master Hand spoke, his voice commanding everything in the room. It seemed to command more attention and respect than anyone else's words. Master hand was the symbol of mystery, magic, and leadership. Everyone at the Smash Manor had at least some form of respect for the disembodied hand. "Welcome, my fellow Smashers, rookies and veterans, to the Smash Manor. I am the Master Hand, your big brother of sorts. If something is amiss, I will know. If someone is having personal problems and is no longer able to compete, I will do all in my power to assist them. If something renders someone fatally wounded, I will see to it that they make it out alive."
After an informative speech about new rules and changed guidelines and facts about the brawls, stages, training, and schedules, the lights came on, revealing that the stage was set. Master Hand flew off.
Everyone's heads turned this way and that, trying to see where he went.
"To begin this tournament, you all have an hour to reacquaint with fellow Smashers and chose a partner. A trial round of battles will begin after that hour is up."
An hour, Ike thought. He blinked and rubbed his forehead. How is that enough time to re-meet everyone and get a partner?! What the eff?!
"You are dismissed," Master Hand's voice said.
Ike, Samus, and Pit left the stadium like a trio of friends leaving a classroom in high school together. "Does Master Hand have his head up his butt? How can you get 'reacquainted with everyone and chose a partner'in an hour?"
Pit shrugged. "I don't know. I talked with everyone earlier, so I'm all set," he bragged. Ike glowered. Pit smiled sheepishly. "What? I was bored. Do you want me to sit around being bored waiting for you?"
Ike lowered his head in shame. "Would be nice…" he muttered. Pit shoved him.
"Will you two kids cut it out already?" Samus glared at both of them. "Gosh you two are so ridiculously childish. I should just kill both of you during one of my matches."
Pit's eyes went wide in a puppy-like way. "Please no," he begged.
"Ike!" someone called out his name. The voice was somewhat familiar, but Ike could not put a face to it. Perhaps it was someone who rarely talked?
He turned around. A familiar red-haired boy shorter than he and a blue-haired prince that was Marth were standing there with an apparently peeved little elf boy. Was that Link? No way, he was way too young. It was probably Young Link from the first Smash Melee. Ike had not been there, but Link had told him about his young counterpart and how annoying he was.
Marth, that guy with red hair, and Young Link approached Samus, Pit, and Ike like they were all friends. Except the redhead; he gave Ike a subtle glare, while the hero raised his eyebrows like he had no clue what was going on, because he really did have no clue about what was going on.
Marth smiled at the other group. "Hello Samus, Pit. How are you?" he said politely.
Samus smiled in response. He's such a cute guy- in a boyish way like Pit. "I am well, thanks," she answered.
Pit grinned. "As am I, Marth. Thank you. And you?"
"Very well," he said. He then turned his gaze to Ike, who was still having a competition with Roy—could his cluelessness outdo Roy's unkind looks? "Roy," Marth hissed. He elbowed his companion in the side, which caused him to cringe in pain. Young link laughed. "Ike," Marth demanded the attention of the taller man. He got it. "For these trials, I was hoping you and I could be partners."
Roy gaped. "What?!" he yelled.
Marth elbowed him again. "Quiet," he ordered. Roy complied. "So Ike, would you please be my partner? We fought well together last time."
Ike reminisced. He and Marth did make a great team. During their last fight as partners during the doubles tournament, they pulled of some amazing stunts, both of them sticking around until they had over five hundred percent on the board. Everyone had been startled at how well Marth took to Ike's company; since the prince rarely talked it came as a shock that he became friends with Ike. They had gotten quite close, compared to most of Marth's relationships.
He secretly admired and adored Ike. Whenever Ike was around, Marth felt a little bit safer. He felt more comfortable with the world and with himself. Ike was like his role model; he was put on a pedestal above most of the people that Marth knew. Even though he was painfully shy, if Ike was around, rest assured that words were going to escape Marth's lips.
Marth seemed a lot more sociable than last time so far, Ike noticed.
Ike shot back into the moment. He glanced at Samus and Pit to check their expressions. He gave Samus a look of inquiry. She gave him a shrug and looked across Ike at Pit, who nodded in acknowledgement. "Pit and I are going to be partners, so both of us are called for."
"I guess I'm your partner then," Ike told Marth, grinning.
Marth beamed back. "Great! I'll see you at the stadium in an hour, then," he said as he turned gracefully and walked off. His cape flowed behind him like a leaf in the wind. Roy glared at Ike once more then turned and chased after Marth with Young Link trailing behind.
"Well, that was interesting," Pit grumbled. Ike did not try to make a sarcastic remark. Pit and Samus' eyebrows shot up. They exchanged devious looks.
Pit stepped directly in front of the dazed mercenary, who still would not respond. "Oh I-Ike," he sang.
Ike blinked a few times. "Yes?"
Pit took the double-sided weapon he used from his back and used the blunt side of the blade to smack Ike across the face.
"Ouch!" Ike yelped. He rubbed his cheek. "What was that for?"
Samus got behind him and lifted him over her shoulder swiftly so he could not protest. He gasped.
"For being an idiot," Samus said playfully. She fireman's carried Ike to the dining hall as he placed his fists under his chin and grumbled.
