Princess Zelda's grey-blue eyes shifted over to Link's, signalling him to shut up when she discovered that Ike was heading back to the red and white clothed table. He received quite a few glances, smashers thirsty to find out what really went on. He casually walked by and did not pay them any mind, and sat down nonchalantly. He steered his eyes over to everyone surrounding the table.

"What? There is absolutely nothing to talk about. Mind your business." And a fork had been stabbed in a fried egg that was now cold due to absence.

Hours had passed and rumors already expanded throughout the mansion. Ike, annoyed from all of the gossiping about his lover beating the life out of the bubbly princess, attempted to refrain himself from losing his temper. It had already been the afternoon, and people just could not stop themselves from talking about an event that occurred hours ago. Even the swordsman himself received questions about Samus and Peach's commotion. Ike had not seen his "girlfriend" all day, and instantly, he knew she got in trouble... which was not surprising. He sometimes cursed himself for falling in love with such a rebellious woman, since he rarely had a chance to spend his time with her because she was always so busy getting in trouble, and if not that, she would be preparing to get in trouble. Everything was just so absurd at this point, and his worries only deepened when he realized her presence in the dorm across from his was non existent, let alone Peach's. The tiresome man rolled his eyes out of irritation, and finally arrived in the dorm in which he resided in.

Within the time of arriving inside the dorm and getting to his own room, he saw that some of the swordsmen were huddled around the leather black couch sitting in the corner of the dorm, signifying that they were gossiping in the living room about something- probably the fight from earlier. Ignoring them and their "Hello's", he shut the door that led to his personal room. It felt like eternity since he has seen Samus, and the feeling slowly but surely started to drive him mad. He motioned himself to his black and red trimmed bed, exhausted. His nicely toned arms reached out to the picture sitting on his black dresser on the left side of the bed, sadly smiling at the person who he had yearned to be right there with him. Ike knew his lover was crazy, and there was no way to deny it. That was one of the reasons why he loved her so much. He always looked forward to seeing her whenever he could, she always gave him a reason to be happy, but now, there was nothing else that the blue haired mercenary could look forward to. There was no telling how long it would be until he could see her again. One could call him desperate, foolish, lost... but that was what true love was. Ike was a desperate man who was lost enough to do such foolish things whenever Samus was around. Even without her being there with him at this very moment, he was lost. Lost without her, confused about everything.

'Damn those people...' was one thing he kept repeating in his mind. The man kept repeating those words until the moment he rested his sorrowful, light blue eyes, with his face half covered in the perfect structure of his biceps. He laid on his stomach, and fell asleep...Fell asleep, his thoughts embedded on that one person who brought love into his life, even after the many years he lost his parents, and soon separated from his sister...his friends..his previous life. A tear streamed down his left cheek without the male's realization. The room grew cold, icy, and uninviting to whomever walked in. He could not hear them. He did not want to hear them. Nothing mattered.

Within his mind, the eyes of his own re-opened only to see a grassy scenery in front of him- Crimea. The place where he met all of his friends, the place where he was still just an immature boy who knew nothing of the sorts about life. He spotted a certain redhead galloping across the fields, running towards him.

"Ike! Where have you been?! Do you know mother has been worried sick about you?!" That redhead could only be Mist, pestering her older brother about his absence.

"I uh... What? Mist..? Is it really you?" His left hand stretched out in front of him after he did not receive a response from her smiling mouth for two seconds...

Mist disintegrated into thin air. The twenty seven year old's heart skipped a beat, and he stumbled back in his tracks, only to be caught by a very familiar woman.

"Watch your step, big guy." The naturally seductive, but monotone voice called out to him. Her feminine arms trapped him around the waist of his own body. In the corner of his eye, he could see a pretty blonde woman with blue, cat-like eyes. He knew this was all a joke. He refused to say anything, seeing how he knew what the outcome would be, but to the woman from behind, that did not matter. Her face peered from half-way around his neck, and she began nipping on the nape. She steadily moved her delicate hands past his abdomen-

The souls of his eyes shot open, while he shot up from the realistic dream. His mouth never speaking, but the beating in his heart justified how terrified he was. He searched and gawked around the room, blinking a few times to reassure himself that he was indeed awake.

"Fuck.." He removed the covers away from his body, only to see the result from the realistic touches he received in his dream. 'Great..guess I'll have to take a cold shower.' It was hot in his room anyways, or maybe it was just his pounding heart affecting his body temperature. Either way, there was still no signs of Samus.

Taking the man forever to finally open the bathroom door, he managed to place his lifeless body in the shower, lathering his muscular body with the soap-cologne scented, red bath cloth. As the cold water streamed down his hair, the gel fell out, positioning his hair into a hairstyle similar to Marth's, only indigo. He closed his eyes, reminding himself how long it has been since he had spoken to her. He remembered what Samus told him...

"We have to wait..alright? Besides, a few days will pass and she'll hopefully forget. If she does not, then whatever, I am not letting her completely stop us from enjoying each other, and if it means getting gossiped about, then fuck her."

It was shameful how things could go from bad to completely terrible within the time of waking up and going to breakfast. His head started to pound after realizing how much chaos Samus could actually be in. Master Hand was never light on the first generation smashers, nor the second generation smashers since they have been in smash for so long.

'This is bullshit. Sam-' A hard rapping noise banged on the bathroom door. Ike's irritation only worsened and at this rate, he was ready to punch someone's teeth out.

"Who the fuck is it? Make it quick." Bright, turquoise blue eyes widened behind the closed door, signalizing fear. 'Damn, he really is mad.'

"It's L..ink. Zelda gave me this letter so I could give it to you... It's from Samus."Link was hesitant, and his voice became faint, unsure of what to say. He knew Ike was not in a good mood to begin with, so he did not want to say anything that could provoke him, as he is already slightly provoked.

"Hm. Well I'll be out in a second." And with that, his tone only slightly changed. Moving towards to faucets, he turned them back in it's regular position, turning the cold water off. He stepped out the shower with his right foot going forth, soon followed by his left foot, and he placed his black towel around his waist. Walking towards the door, he opened it, revealing the one and only green clad hero. Link.

Ike's eyes shifted down from above to where Link was seen. 'Why do all of the Fire Emblem swordsmen have to be taller than me?' was all Link could think about as he cringed slightly from jealousy. Even Roy sprouted past him, standing at Zelda's height. Link shook his head, realizing that he was in Ike's way.

"Are you going to move or..?" Ike's eyebrows furrowed in irritation and a hint of confusion.

"Here... I've never seen this side of Samus in my entire life. I don't know what you did but... this is a totally different woman from when I first met her. As for her getting in trouble... it might be pretty tragic since you know that Master Hand doesn't take things lightly when it comes down to First and Second generation smashers breaking the rules. I know that it's complete shit since technically it was Peach's fault.. but I'm just hoping that you two get to reunite again. Me and the other swordsmen had been talking about it all day, obviously. We're just worried for you man. That's really it."

Ike's expression went from uncaring to surprised, and amused that Link went out of his own comfort zone to talk that much about what was possibly written in that letter. Link handed him the letter, his friend still speechless about everything he just told him, or the mere fact that he was talking so much.

Ike finally nodded, giving a small, curt smile. The first smile that had cast upon his face ever since this morning when he texted Samus.

"..I appreciate it. And Link? I apologize. I don't mean to act this way, it's just when you're so crazy in love your feelings just get torn-"

"No sweat. I understand, completely. Women can certainly drive their lovers crazy." Link gave a generous smile, breaking out into a chuckle. Ike followed suit, and with that, Link exited the room, leaving Ike to his privacy and concerns.

I apologize for my absence. I admit I've been lazy, and I have not had time to do much of anything : D

Please R&R! Whatever was written in that letter will be revealed next chapter.