You're So Obnoxious

Chapter 3: New Kid and Rematches

(I don't own SSBB)

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Marth woke up that morning in a good mood; mostly because he was so warm in Ike's arms. Wait… Ike's arms? Marth realized what an awkward position the two of them were in. "Ike," he said while poking Ike's face. Ike grumbled and rolled over Marth and wrapped his arms around his waist. Marth blushed under Ike as he felt his heavy form lay over him. "Okay, this is enough—ahh!!" Marth flushed as Ike put his hand on Marth's butt. Marth kicked Ike off of his body.

"Ow!!" Ike yelled as he rubbed his head. "What the hell was that for?!"

Marth scowled, "You were touching my ass!"

"So you kick me?! You could've just waked me up!" Ike yelled.



"Ike, it would take an Aether to wake you up," Marth said.

Ike raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Wait, what did I just say?" Marth said. Marth and Ike sat there, wondering where they have heard that phrase before. Anyway, Marth and Ike put on their uniforms and walked to the school building. During science class, Mr. Olimar started the class with a surprise. "Class," he said. "We have a new student. His name is Roy. I hope all of you get along with him."

The new student walked through the door with his hands in his jacket pockets. Mr. Olimar put him in the empty seat in front of Marth. The new red-headed kid turned around to face Marth. He was cute, in a more kiddish kind of way. He was tan and had freckles, which accented his fiery hair. "Hey," he said. Marth gave him the worst glare he had ever given anyone. If looks could kill, Roy would have been over-killed. Roy was unfazed, "Did anyone tell you that you're really pretty?" Marth blushed lightly and nodded. Roy smirked at Marth's awkwardness. After a few more classes, it was lunch period. Because it was spring, lunch period was being held outside today. Marth sat on a bench, looking for Ike.

Marth sighed, "I wonder where Ike is today? Then again, this is a big courtyard. I can't blame him for not seeing me." During Ike's time at Smash Academy, he and Marth had become close friends, really close friends. ((A/N: I mean, come on people they slept in the same bed!))

Anyway, as Marth was about to bite into his sandwich he felt two hands close around his eyes. "Guess who—eh?"

"Bad touch!!" Marth yelled as he slammed his head into the person's nose. The person fell over as Marth yelled, "Back off pervert! I have mace! Oh…" Marth had accidentally hit Ike. "I-Ike I'm so sorry!" He ran over to Ike and pulled out a tissue to stop his bloody nose.

"Heh heh, hey Marth." Ike said in a nasally voice as Marth was holding the tissue to his nose.

"God, what were you doing? Stalking me?" Marth asked as he threw the bloddy tissue in the garbage.

Ike was taken aback, "How dare you accuse me of such a thing, my lady!" Ike smirked at the new name he made for Marth. He liked it, he thought it suited Marth's personality.

"Who are you calling Princess, Mercenary?" Marth retorted with his own nickname for Ike. The nickname came to him in a very weird dream and he thought it suited Ike's tough demeanor. The two stood up and Ike dusted himself off.

Marth sat back down and Ike sat next to him. "Watcha' eatin' Princess?"

Marth glared at him, "Well if you must know, I'm eating a chicken Cesar salad."

"Blah," Ike said, sticking his tongue out. "A salad? Where's the meat?"

"There's a piece of chicken right here dipshit," Marth said matter-of-factly, holding up his fork with a piece of chicken on it.

"Yeah, but that's chicken! It doesn't count as a meat," Ike stated.

Marth huffed, "Why do I even bother? It's not like a muscle-bound doofus like you would understand the finer things."

"Well, excu-u-u-se me, Princess," ((A/N: If you didn't get that joke you are in serious need of therapy!)) Ike said.

"Hey Ike," Marth said.

"Wha--!" As Ike started talking he got a forkful of salad in his mouth. He began to cough as if he had been poisoned.

"God, you drama-queen, a little lettuce isn't going to kill you," Marth stated taking a bite of his salad.

"You could've at least given me some chicken with it!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought chicken wasn't even considered a meat," Marth said in an obviously fake innocent voice. Marth finished his lunch and threw away the box. "Hey," he started. "Meet me in the gym after school, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Uh," Ike quickly stood up. "Your wish is my command, Princess." Ike smirked and bowed and Marth just rolled his eyes.

-Later that Day-

Ike came to the gym as Marth had instructed. He walked through the doubled doors and a fencing uniform was thrown at him. "What the?!"

"Put it on," someone said. By the sound of the voice, Ike could tell it was Marth.

"What's this about, Princess," Ike asked slipping on the uniform.

"Well, Mercenary, I want a rematch. I've been working on my technique and I think I can take you now," Marth said.

Ike laughed, "We'll see about that, Princess." Ike put on his mask and picked up a saber with an arrogant smirk on his face. Marth followed suit, a small smile on his face.

"En Guard," said Marth. He waited a few moments and said, "Alle!" Ike lunged forward and slashed at Marth, but he blocked all of them. Marth retaliated with a slash that sent Ike back a few feet. Marth lunged forward and thrust at Ike. Ike tried to block it, but was surprised as it broke through his defense and hit his chest. He fell to the floor, surprised.

"What the hell was that, Princess?"

"That, my dear Mercenary was my new technique," he said. "I call it, the Shield Breaker."

Ike grunted, "Best two out of three!" He stood back and lunged at Marth again, but Marth used the same attack on him and he lost.

"It's called Shield Breaker for a reason, dip," Marth said. The two took off their masks. Ike looked disgruntled, while Marth looked rather pleased.

"Well you got your rematch in fencing, what about wrestling?"

"When did we wrestle," asked Marth.

"Last week, remember, PDA?"

"Oh come now, Ike, do you really expect me to---WAH!!!" Marth squealed as he was pushed to the gym mat floor by Ike. Ike had a mischievous smirk on his face and had pinned Marth. Marth furrowed his brow and he and Ike rolled around on the floor at first in competition, but the competition soon turned into laughter as the two rolled about, until Ike was on top again, straddling Marth. The two laughed again, but Ike stopped and looked at Marth. Marth, eyes shut from laughter soon slowed down to a giggle. He opened his eyes to see Ike staring at him. Ike was blushing as he played with Marth's bangs.

Marth's cheeks became pink at Ike's touch. "I-Ike…?"

Ike blinked and quickly got off Marth. "S-Sorry."

"Um, i-it's fine," said Marth. "Wow, would you look at the time! We should probably get going." Marth took off his fencing uniform and turned around to face Ike. He blushed as the top of Ike's fencing uniform caught his shirt and Marth could see Ike's godly body. He turned around, so Ike wouldn't see his tomato red face.

The two walked outside and Ike stopped Marth. "Hey, Marth," Ike said. Marth looked at him, "Can I ask you something?" Ike was blushing.

"What is it, Ike?" Marth's face was pink. Is he going to ask me out?, Marth thought.

"Will you," Ike started. "Tutor me in Algebra II?"

Marth sweat-dropped. Never the less, Marth answered, "Sure Mercenary, I'd be glad to."

Ike smiled, "Thanks I really need all the help I can get."

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Well there you go! I decided to redo this chapter because I want this story to go a little slower. For those of you who like the original chapter, I'm sorry. I promise there will be a much more real and romantic moment for their first kiss, 'kay?

-Lella-Momo