Chapter three! I may just finish this while my internet is down… ooh! Or, I could hold a contest, to see who can guess what's going to happen in the last chapter. Cuz I guarantee, no one will get it. XD But if you do, I will give you a reward. And cry because you guessed it right.
Okay, so this chapter is about what's going to happen on Marth's first day of school. There's some breaking down, and a little consolation from an over-protective!Ike, and you'll meet the people who were screaming in the first chapter.
I do not own Fire Emblem (if that's what Marth and Ike come from, cuz you know I have no idea). I also do not own any of the various games that any of the other characters come from, except for maybe Mario and Link or something like that. And I definitely do not own the collabo of those games, Super Smash Brothers. I just own the plot for this story, and the two OC's I just threw in here :D Enjoy.
No Matter What
As Ike predicted, the bus was already outside, and the blunette pair caught it just before the bus driver decided to pulled off. Ike led his new housemate near the back, since that's where he usually sat and he didn't feel comfortable leaving the boy by himself yet.
He ushered the boy into the seat first, then sat on the outside, looking over to some of his friends. The first one he noticed was a girl with blonde hair that came a little further than her shoulders. She wore a pink hoodie, that had a picture of a little black and white puppy on the front, a jean miniskirt, and pink and white converse sneakers. "Ike!" she said, her bright blue eyes lighting up with joy. "That was a relief, I thought you'd missed the bus! Again!"
There was a giggle from beside her, and Ike knew who that was. "Peach's joke wasn't all that funny, Zelda…" he muttered, hoping they didn't embarrass him too bad today.
Zelda leaned forward, revealing herself to Ike. She wore a purple and black striped-sleeved shirt, with a pair of dark jeans and black slip-on shoes. She had two parts in the front of her hair braided, white ribbons joining the braid, and so long they stopped just above her stomach. The rest of her hair stopped just before they touched the bus seat.
"I don't know, I thought it was pretty funny…" she giggled, trying to cover her smile with her hand. She loved to tease Ike like that. Both the girls did.
The mystery blunette shyly looked at the two girls, too shy to say hello. So, he poked Ike's arm, hoping to get him to do it instead.
The bigger blunette felt hesitant poking on his arm, and turned, only to remember he had brought a newcomer with him. "Guys, remember that kid we saw yesterday?" he started.
"Yeah, what happened to him?" Zelda asked, all traces of amusement now absent from her face.
"Is he still in the hospital? Oh, if he is, let's go visit him and give him some nice things. It must've been horrible being in that haunted house for… f-for… oh, who knows how long!" Peach cried, with her brunette friend nodding in agreement.
The smaller boy couldn't believe his ears. These two girls… they cared about him so much… and they didn't even know who he was! Almost like how Ike was caring for him by letting him stay in his house. Now he knew Ike deserved to know his name. And perhaps these girls too…
Ike looked behind him, then moved out the way slightly. "Well, here he is…" The smaller boy tried to hide again, but Ike had his back flat against the seat and was sucking in air to make himself that much thinner. There was nowhere he could hide, so he settled for waving at the two girls.
The girls in question gasped in shock. It was him! And he looked so much better than yesterday! Peach squealed with happiness, and Zelda gave a sigh of relief. "Oh my gosh, thank goodness! You're okay! I thought for sure that… th-that… oh, that doesn't matter now, you're okay!" Peach squealed, reaching her arms forward to try and envelop the boy in a hug. Zelda kept her back though, knowing the full on danger of hugging an excited Peach.
"Kid, these are my friends. That's Zelda Hyrule, and the blonde is Peach Stool." Ike introduced them, and they waved at the mentioning of their names.
"Hey Ike, why'd you call him kid?" Zelda asked, switching places with the squealing blonde. "Don't you know his name?"
Ike rubbed the back of his neck embarrassedly, glancing at the boy as he spoke. "W-well, uh… he didn't tell me his name yet…"
"Well, why n-"
"I-I will…" the blunette spoke up, blushing scarlet as he did. All attention was turned to him, and he blushed deeper. "I-I just… I-it's the least I can do… to repay you all for… c-caring so much…" he replied from behind his hand, unable to look at them. Peach squealed even louder, Zelda smiled, and Ike just looked at him in shock. He didn't think he'd get his name so fast. But, maybe he shouldn't be complaining about that.
The bus made a few more stops, and Ike introduced the young boy to a few more friends, who had caught the news about him via Facebook. He seemed to be very popular, and the more they showed their concern for him, the more he felt obligated to tell them his name. Any and all thoughts about his father coming after him flew out the window, and he felt a sense of love he hadn't felt in a long time…
The bus finally pulled to a stop in front of a large, fading-yellow building. There were a bunch of teens still walking through the front door, and the bus load of them just turned the trickle into a river.
Ike was holding the boy's hand, leading him through the hallways to the main office. It may have been a late start for him, seeing as it was the last week in February, but he was sure he'd be able to get him to cope. They reached the principal's office, and the smaller almost trembled as he heard a strong voice yell at poor employees. "Wh-who's that?" he stuttered, cowering behind his savior.
"That's Principal Aran. She may seem really scary on the outside, but once she sees you and hears your story, she'll be your best friend." Ike reassured, dragging him into the office.
Principal Samus Aran sat down at her desk, almost exhausted. The day hadn't even started yet, and already she was tired! Something had to be done, working with these idiots was driving her insane! She had no other time to continue on this inner rant, as the door to her office. "I didn't say you could-!"
"Principal Aran!" Ike called, having felt an obligation to say it. As soon as he heard her voice, the smaller boy cowered behind him. The blonde woman instantly stopped in what would probably be her worst break down ever.
"Ah, Mr. Greil. It's nice to see you after having to deal with the idiots I have to call colleagues." she said, folding her hands in front of her face. As he expected, she had noticed his new friend rather quickly, for she said, "Who's your little friend there?"
"Principal Aran, this is… well, I don't know his name yet. He said he wouldn't tell anyone until first period. Which, I was hoping, he could get the same schedule as me…?" Ike asked tentatively, watching the woman's expression.
Principal Aran raised an eyebrow at his request, looking over to the boy. "And why should I allow him into this school so willingly? You know that this is a school for gifted students of academic or physical activities, or simply those who can afford to attend school here."
"I-I…" the boy started again, keeping his head down. "M-my mother… she said I have the intellectual abilities of a professor with a degree of the highest category… I-if I can prove that to you, c-can I stay…?" he said. The blonde stared at him a while, so long that Ike thought they'd be late to the first class.
She finally just waved her hand, sighing through her nose. "Fine. I'll let you in. And you can have Ike's schedule, so he can be accountable for you." The boy lit up with happiness, and Ike sighed in relief. "However… I'm coming with you to your first period, since I have to know your name. To put in the database…"
"That sounds reasonable enough…" Ike said, wanting to hurry up and get it over with. He took the boy's hand again as he stood, hurriedly leading him out the office and practically dragging him to their first class. Principal Aran decided to put away a few papers before taking her time in walking to their class.
Luckily for them, the bell rang about a split second after they had gotten through the door. "Greil!" shouted the teacher, pointing his ruler at him.
Ike flinched before turning slightly, a nervous grin on his face. "Yes, Mr. Redd?" he asked, still holding onto the boy's hand.
"First off, I've told you about your tardiness, Greil…" the noirette sneered. "And second, who is this?" he added, pointing his ruler over at his companion.
"Well, this is, uh… um…"
"Funny, I don't think I know anyone named Uh Um… Interesting name."
"That's not his name!" Ike defended, bringing the boy forward a little. "This is a new kid! He got the same schedule as me."
"That doesn't explain his name."
"He wouldn't tell me what it is… But he'll tell us now, won't you, kid?"
The blunette nodded, then looked up at the teacher. He was tall too, but just a little shorter than Ike. He had black hair, and wore a red vest over a black t-shirt. He wore a simple pair of light blue jeans with black, red, and white sneakers and a black, red, and white hat. He looked almost like a kid himself. But, his voice from earlier intimidated him.
He was beginning to rethink his decision, when he saw Principal Aran at the door. He knew that in order for him to stay there, he had to tell them his name. But he still felt a little apprehensive about it. So he turned to Ike. He knew Ike was nice enough to introduce him to everyone, so now would probably be the time. He tugged on Ike's sleeve, and when he leaned down, he whispered his name into his ear.
"Your name is… Ah, okay… He says his name is Marth Lowell…" Ike said, loud enough for the principal to hear. "Marth Lowell… Lowell… Isn't that name important, or something…?"
Mr. Redd didn't seem to pay it any mind, though his mind was reeling. Being a history teacher, he studied the origins of his student's last names, and he knew that the Lowell family was the very first in the slave trade history! So why was it they were just getting him here…? "Well, Mr. Lowell, do you have any academic skills?" he asked.
"Wh-which… s-subject is this cl-class…?" he asked quietly, wanting to make sure he showed the right skills in the right class.
"This is World History." Marth cleared his throat, then stepped up to the board.
Warning: The next sentence is due to pure laziness in the event that I don't want to type out a long speech. If you want to know something Marth said, well, look something long and boring up on Wikipedia. I
Mr. Redd couldn't believe his ears. Finally, someone on his level of understanding! This boy was reciting things that most children couldn't get if they'd wrote it on the backs of their hands. The words flowed clearly, and there was never a moment of 'uh' or 'um' within any of the speech. He even made it interesting, since all of the kids were paying attention! It was sheer genius!
Marth finished his amazing speech, and everyone, even Principal Aran, applauded. She came into the room, patting his shoulder and smiling down at him. "That was amazing! How do you know so much, Marth?" she asked.
"W-well… growing up the way I did, reading things helped a lot…" he answered, a bit shaken up from all the praise he'd received.
"What do you mean…?" the blonde asked. Then, Ike stepped in, giving Marth a little push and gesturing for him to sit wherever he wanted.
"Principal Aran, Marth has had some, uh… bad experiences at home…" he whispered to her.
"How bad…?" she whispered back. Ike looked back at Marth for permission. There was a bit of hesitation before Marth nodded and Ike began ushering the principal from the room to discuss the matter privately.
At first, Marth was happy sitting in the class and actually listening to information instead of reading it all by himself. But, all the stares he was receiving made him uncomfortable, and he wished he had Ike back by his side. Eventually, one kid was brave enough to talk to him, tapping his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned, glad to see he was just over-reacting. "H-hello…" he whispered, fully aware that you aren't supposed to talk in class.
"Hey there… My name's Yoshi…" the boy whispered back, a grin growing on his face. "That was some kinda speech you gave… You should tutor some kids some time…" he said.
Marth took a moment to study this person. Tousled light green hair, dark blue eyes… a dark green hooded sweater, black jeans, and red shoes… He seemed like someone who would make children laugh, really. Maybe it'd be fun to be his friend. But, he would ask Ike about it first, since Ike seemed to know so much anyway.
Said blunette walked back into the room about ten minutes later, looking rather accomplished as he sat down in the empty seat beside Marth. He leaned over slightly, whispering to him. "She said you could stay… and we can have the same schedule…"
Marth felt overjoyed. He was going to go to school! A school with other children his age! And no scary intentions in the punishments! Now he felt even safer in the event that his father couldn't get to him. The only problem he had left to conquer was… How would he get his mother and sister out of that horrible place?
"So, did you make any new friends…?" Ike whispered, looking at the board.
"U-um… Y-Yoshi…?" Marth said, a bit unsure. "A-and, he p-pointed out… Mario and L-Luigi…?"
"Oh, those are cool guys… But, Mario's kinda weird… The way he eats things looks kinda gross…" Marth didn't know whether that meant Mario was good or bad. Maybe he'd just ask Ike later what he should do.
The rest of the period was fairly quiet, besides the teacher teaching and a few questions being answered, mostly by the ever-so-brilliant Marth. Then, it was on to third period, which sort of went on like first period.
Third period was a math class, and Marth wowed everyone in Mr. Watch's class* with a super huge, impossibly hard math question that he solved in about 20 seconds. Work shown and everything. Then, there came lunch time.
"So… Ike…?" Marth asked quietly, picking at the food that sat before him. All that stuff on the plate looked fake to him, nothing he'd ever cooked looked anything like that.
"Yeah, what's up?" Ike said, through a mouthful of food.
"… Is Mario good or bad…?"
"Oh, I didn't mean anything when I said he eats weird! I mean, it's just… I've never seen anyone like ice cream mixed with spaghetti. Maybe without the sauce, but… That just seems kinda gross to me."
Marth himself did make a face as he thought of spaghetti and ice cream, but he supposed that wasn't enough to base a friend off of. He took a small bite of something that looked like broccoli on the plate, and was appalled with how bad it tasted. He looked over at Ike's plate and was almost disturbed he was eating it. "H-how do you eat this…?"
"Eh, after a while you get past the bad taste. And besides, I didn't eat breakfast this morning…" Ike responded, looking at Marth's plate. "Are you gonna finish that?" The smaller blunette shook his head, and Ike took that as a go to scarf down his food as well.
The bell rang and lunch was over, signaling it was time to go to electives. Since he was in a household of all work, no play, Marth had no idea what electives meant. And that was the day he discovered dodge ball.
"Alright everyone…" the P.E. teacher said, holding a red rubber ball in his hands. Everyone, save for Marth who had no idea what was going on, was on the edge of their seats, ready to begin the onslaught of pain and rubber. "Today, we have a new student. And on top of that, this student is hurt… So, he'll be sitting this one out. However, it is your job as his classmates to show him just how serious dodgeball is."
As the teacher continued talking, Ike leaned down to talk to Marth again. "Mr. Falcon's always like this… He takes dodgeball very seriously, like it's signing up for the army or something…" he whispered in an amused tone.
"Dodgeball…?" Marth asked.
"You don't know what dodgeball is…?" Mr. falcon blew his whistle, and just about everyone ran onto the shiny wood floor. "Well, I'll just have to show you, then…"
Then, for the next hour and a half, Marth witnessed the horror that was dodgeball. He'd never seen so many people willingly hurting each other with something that was indestructible. His attention always kept going back to Ike, just to see if he was alright. Which, miraculously, he was. He never once got hit, despite how tall he was. Perhaps, with practice, Marth could be as good as he was.
The final bell of the day rang, and everyone filed out as fast as they could. Ike had grabbed Marth's hand again and was taking him to their bus when he ran into another one of his friends. "What's up, Link?" he said, gesturing for him to come along.
"Oh nothing much. Just wondering where the hell you were today! Who's the new kid?" the blonde said irritably.
"This is Marth. The kid from yesterday…"
"Oh my God, dude! How are you out of the hospital so fast?"
"Um… I-I…" Marth stuttered. Another person that seemed so… worried about him…
"The doctors say he wasn't all that bad, just a lot of cuts and bruises and some other things, that's all…"
"Oh… Okay then…" Marth took in what this 'Link' was like too. He had blonde hair and light blue eyes, and was wearing a lime green t-shirt and dark green jogging pants, with brown sneakers.
"Link rides our bus too. He just doesn't ride in the morning 'cause his parents drive him to school on their way to work." Ike explained as all three of them boarded the back of the bus. Marth made a face and a small noise of understanding, sitting on the inside of the seat again and staying quiet.
Peach and Zelda giggled as they took in his quiet demeanor, turning to Ike. "So, did you find out his name?" Peach asked.
"Marth Lowell." Ike said simply.
"Lowell… isn't that name important?" Zelda asked.
"I thought the same thing, but apparently not, if Mr. Redd didn't say anything about it."
The two girls 'oh'ed in understanding, while Link came up a little higher to ask Ike a question of his own. "What are you two gonna do when you get home?"
"Well, I told him we were going to get him some clothes and stuff for school, since I don't have enough back at my house."
"Ooh! I wanna come too!" Peach squealed, determination on her face.
"I don't know, I've got to ask him first."
"I-I… guess it'd be alright…" Marth said quietly from beside him, blushing and keeping his head down.
Ike had no idea what the smaller boy was blushing about, but he thought it made him look cute… Not wanting to dwell on that thought for much longer, he turned to Peach and nodded to her. "Oh yay! I saw something at the mall the other day that would suit him perfectly! Oh, you can try on all these different outfits, it'll be so much fun!"
END
Mwahahaha! I leave you with cliff-hanger! :D Anyway, not the point! Next chapter, Marth's trip to a MALL! And no, I will not spare him the heart attack of sending him to a mini mall. He's going to THE GRANDDADDY OF ALL MALLS! XD Oh dear God, what was he thinking, letting Peach pick clothes out for him? Poor Ike, he'll need a leash to keep himself off the poor boy! And what's this? Why is Marth so scared of Ike's red-headed friend on the corner? Find out in next chapter! Review!
*Mr. Gamand Watch's math class. *w* Aren't I so creative?