Okay.... As it turns out, King Sparky is a girl, and if I had checked her profile I probably would have realised that... Anyway, on with the fourth chapter!
I don't own Fire Emblem or Super Smash Brothers!
Marth fell asleep quickly, being exhausted from the two matches he'd had that day.
Ike watched, seeing Marth curl up. He shook his head. True men slept on their backs, like him and Snake.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Hey Ike, I'm back!" Captain Falcon announced, striding into the room. He looked down at Marth in the cot, and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, why is Marth sleeping in our room?"
Ike looked at him seriously. "You know that Garnef guy? Well, he's like Marth's mortal enemy, and he said he was going to destroy Marth one way or another, so I told him he could stay here."
Captain Falcon processed this, and then nodded. "Alright, of course he can stay."
It was just about bedtime, so Ike and Captain Falcon got in their pajamas and got into their respective beds. Before long, Captain Falcon was snoring logs, and Ike was staring at the ceiling wishing to just fall asleep.
Marth murmured in his sleep, it seemed. Never loud, just like he was talking to someone nearby. It was kind of weird, honestly. Ike poked him with his foot and Marth fell silent.
Now, to consider what they were going to do about Garnef. They should probably talk to Master Hand, even though there was a good chance he set this up. Surely if there was the danger of Marth dying he would pull Garnef out.
Or would he? Maybe he would find it amusing, just like he did when Link and Ganondorf battled each other. Huh... Garnef, Ganondorf... Both started with a 'G' and ended with an 'f'... That was weird...
Ike's wonderings were interrupted by a whimper from Marth's bed. He looked over, wondering if Marth had fallen out of bed or something.
But no, Marth had curled up even tighter and his face was covered in beads of sweat as he seemed to be dreaming about something bad. He whimpered again, and Ike froze, wondering what the heck he was supposed to do. Did you wake someone up when they were having a bad dream, or did you let them be? Was it bad luck or something?
Marth let out a strangled cry, and he sounded terrified. Ike noticed Captain Falcon stirring on the other side of the room. The two made eye contact, and then looked at Marth, who seemed to be battling something in his sleep.
Ike crept forward, grabbing Marth's shoulder and gently shaking it. He didn't want to scare him, after all. That was bad luck, or some crap like that.
"Marth! Wake up!" He hissed, hoping it worked. It didn't, and Marth tried to twist out of his grasp, crying out something about 'no! Let me go!"
Ike shook both his shoulders, causing Marth to cry out louder and thrash in an attempt to free himself. Captain Falcon came forward, attempting to help as well. "Marth, no one here's gonna getcha! Wake up!"
Marth was now tangled in his sheets and crying, trying to break free. Ike was amazed Marth was such a heavy sleeper, but now was not the time to dwell on that. Instead, he pinched Marth, which actually worked to wake him up.
Marth sat up with a jolt. "Where am I?!" Captain Falcon put his hand on Marth's shoulder. "It's okay, you're here in Ike's and my room."
Ike shook his head. "You were crying and fighting in your sleep." Marth looked ashamed, wiping his face with his pajama sleeves. "I'm sorry I disturbed both of you," he mumbled, head hanging in shame. Captain Falcon slapped him heartily on the back. "You can't help what you dream!"
"What were you dreaming about anyway, Marth?" Ike wanted to know. Marth looked away, still ashamed. "It was nothing." Ike rolled his eyes. "Well then, you get awfully worked up over nothing. Come on, you nearly hit me in the face, you owe me an explanation."
Marth sighed, recognising the logic in Ike's statement. "It's... When I first faced Garnef... He used a magic that trapped the vic- target," he changed his word mid-way through saying it, "and also sent charges through the target. I couldn't even fight it because I had no magic resistance..."
Ike sighed, remembering one or two such attacks on himself. It was different for him because he was an experienced mercenary whereas Marth had been a young, inexperienced prince.
It seemed the worst was yet to come, however. "And then he took my sister... and... and..." Marth hung his head, his hand going up and wrapping around his tiara. "He killed her! Just tore her apart, right in front of me!" Marth wasn't looking at them anymore. He was staring off into space, his sister's dying screams echoing in his head. His hand gripped his tiara so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Ike was taken aback. He wondered if he would react the same way as Marth if his sister had been killed before his eyes. He reached over, and patted Marth on the back. Marth started to sob, and Ike hugged him, much to his surprise.
Ike thought back to when he'd first met Marth. He'd assumed life had always been easy for Marth, that everything had been handed to him on a silver platter. He looked down at the crying Marth, and realised just how wrong that assumption had been.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed that! Don't worry, we'll have more action in the next chapter!