See You At Work
Warnings: For those uncomfortable with the thought of crossdressing (dressing up like the opposite sex), please do not read further.
Disclaimer: The usual.
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iv.
[Yes, you're still reading about a lovely crossdress cafe. This is not a baseball fic.]
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The day, despite the rough start, was quite enjoyable for Marth. After the 'pests' of his apartment left their home, Marth really didn't think his mood would lift so quickly after the unprovoked teasing.
Luckily for him, Samus always knew how to wipe away the past with a little fun--
WHAM!
Ouch. That looked like it hurt a hell of a lot.
"Ness! I've told you before; DON'T SWING SO HARD OR YOU'LL KNOCK YOUR BRAINS OUT!"
The boy on the field was crouched over at the batting plate, holding his head from the collision it had with the metal bat. His teammates had gathered around him, more so to see the damage he'd caused himself than out of worry. Marth, who was watching from the sidelines, felt quite sorry for the little boy.
"Just trying to get the most out of my swing, Samus!" The boy yelled back at his coach. The woman grumbled, shaking her head in disapproval.
"Well, start using your legs and hips, why don't you? The teams not going to wait for you at the hospital." Samus huffed, shooing the children away from Ness and pulling him up to his feet.
"I'm fine!" The star player smiled, but with the slight pat from Samus on his head, his expression quickly faded into a scowl.
"Nice try kid. Go grab an icepack from the cooler and sit on the bench."
"Aw...." The child marched on reluctantly, sitting himself next to Marth.
The blonde coach blew her whistle. "Alright, everyone! Back to batting practice!"
The team filed away to their usual positions and continued their routine, sans one black haired boy. Marth smiled. It was great to see so many high spirits out on the field. To be honest, when he phoned that second name in his phone directory earlier, he really didn't know what he was doing.
'Hello?' The call went through, and the voice at the other end was fazed out a bit by the background noise.
'Samus? It's Marth.'
'Oh! What's up, Marth? I haven't heard from you since school ended!'
'Ha ha. I know. I apologize for that; I've been busy with work now that I'm doing full-time for the break.'
'You and me both, actually. I'm busy coaching the local kids' baseball team. They're a handful individually but make complete chaos when put together.' In the background, sounds of cheering could be heard.
'Are you with them now?'
'Yup. Saturday's practice day. These kids can't really make it any other day anyways.'
'True, true.'
'So what are you up to?'
'Nothing much; just felt like talking to someone sane and logical.' Marth sighed. He missed school. Samus was a friend from university and was in all his classes. She was a wise person (a kind different from Zelda) and was probably the most normal person he knew (outside of her insane athletic abilities, of course).
'I see. Bored and decided to call me, huh?'
'Guilty. But it's always great to chat with you.'
'Well, I can't for long. The kids keep hollering at me for god knows what. I'm trying to block them out, but they make the most ridiculous gestures to get my attention, in front of their parents too!'
'Sure sounds like a lot of fun though.'
'......You wanna see?'
'Hm?'
'The practice. You should come by! Doesn't sound like you have anything better to do, anyways.'
'....Sure. Why not.'
'Perfect. You can be our ball boy!'
'Hey!'
'Just go to the campus field. Call me when you get here~'
Marth had forgotten how it was like as a kid. A part of him felt so old, watching parents cheer their kids on at practice, no matter what their child did wrong. More importantly, the fact that the parents were actually there made his heart feel a little warm. He looked beside him at the boy. Ness was now trying to balance the icepack on his head with no hands.
"You know, it works better if you hold it still on your soon-to-be bump." The boy turned, dropping the icepack onto his lap.
"Well, it's funner this way." Within moments, the boy was back to playing his little game again.
"So your name is Ness?" This time the boy was smart and didn't turn. He looked forward, but it didn't stop the icepack from dropping once more.
"How'd you know-- Are you a fan?" Ness smiled. A fan! He knew he'd have at least one by now!
"W-what? No no, you have it wrong. I just heard Samus call your name not long ago."
"Oh." The boy's expression fell. He was so sure too...
Marth couldn't help but laugh. The kid was just so enthusiastic...! It'd be fun to humour him a little. "But... it's only my first time watching a practice. Who knows, maybe when I see you play a proper game, I may just become one."
PLOP.
The ice bag fell to the ground. Ness stood up so abruptly that he not only shocked Marth, but a few other audience members as well.
"So, you'll become my fan if you see me play!??" Ness scooted closer to Marth, almost causing the adult male to be pushed back. He looked into Ness' big round eyes.....Were those sparkles?
"Um. Sure, but only if you play well." The white teeth that Ness showed with that peachy grin could've blinded Marth.
"I always play well! The team never has to fear when I'm up for batting!" Small child, big ego. If he were older, the kid could've been Roy's best friend. ".......What's your name, anyways?"
"Oops. Forgot to introduce myself." Marth pointed to himself. "I'm Marth. I'm a friend of Samus."
"Nice to meet you, Marth! You're gonna be my number one fan soon!" Ness continued to smile, obviously hyped about this new fanbase.
"You mean first fan."
"Same thing." ......Yup. He definitely could've been best friends with Roy.
The whistle blew again, and the team gathered around Samus. Ness hopped off the benches and joined in as well. "Okay, good practice, team! Now, we've got a game coming up in a little less than two weeks! Are we ready for it?"
"YEAHHH!!" The children cheered. Samus smiled proudly. The parents in the back applauded, feeling the same pride the coach felt.
"Alright! I've already got the line up ready, and don't worry, no one's going to be left out." She flipped her notepad till she found the right sheet. One by one, she listed off the names of each team member, followed by the positions they would play. The children were silent as they anxiously waited for the news delivered by the blonde woman.
"Oh, and Lucas! I'm going to have you pitch in either the second or third inning." The team looked to a shocked young boy. He was practically shaken from the decision.
"W-what!? B-but.... Coach Aran.... We all know that Nana and Popo do the best job in getting those batters out!"
"And.... We know that we shouldn't always rely on the same people for the same things over and over again! Understood? It's just to try it out, and I've seen you pitch. You're not bad at all!"
The compliment had Lucas red from ear to ear. He looked around his team, and seeing no disapproving looks, he nodded quickly, determined to do his best.
"That's everyone's positions. Don't be afraid to bug me if you have any problems with this, kids." The noise level went up again, but Samus waited patiently to regain the attention of the young. "I'll see you all next Saturday!"
The uniformed kids all said their goodbyes, running off to head home with their parents. Marth rose from the bench, slinking through the leaving crowd to reach Samus. Surprisingly, Ness got to him first.
"Did you hear?!" He ran right into the man, causing Marth to wince ever so slightly. He forgot what balls of energy children could be.
"About the game? Of course. I mean, Samus had just ranted on it for about ten minutes."
Ness laughed, but his expression turned a little more serious. "I'm going to prove myself in that game, Marth. And you're gonna become my fan, like you promised!"
Promise? Was there ever such a promise? Guess it didn't hurt to take part in a fan club.
"If you play well, Ness," Marth placed a hand to his chest, just above his heart, "I promise to become your loyal fan."
".....Wow, so serious." Samus approached the 'men', a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Most of the children had gone off accordingly, either with their parents or walking home in packs. "Ness, are you ready to head home?"
The star player shook his head. "Mom... said she couldn't come pick me up today but..." He grinned brightly at the coach. "I'll stay and wait."
His optimism could only bring a sigh out of the head of the team. This wasn't the first time. She looked at Marth in the eye. When the bluenette got what she was thinking of through her trouble expression, he nodded in affirmation. Samus took a seat on the bench. "We'll wait with you till your mother comes then."
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"Ike!!"
Ike walked on pretending not to have heard a thing, despite his travel companions stopping to see a cheerful redhead. Zelda recognized the boy, but she had trouble recalling his name.
"Hey Ike, someone's calling for you-"
"I hear nothing." Ike cut off the blonde abruptly. There were some things he had learned to ignore after living with Roy: Never let him bring up Pokemon with you.
"IKEEE!!!!!!" The shout was so loud that half the crowd around them jumped at its intense volume. Oh, if only this boy had chosen Opera as his career path; he'd make millions from the fortissimo marked on all his words. Ike covered his ears and dashed for the nearest exit. Zelda had seen it coming though; she grabbed at the man's broad shoulder tightly before he could escape.
"Ike, your friend is needing of your attention. It's rude to ignore him." If she wasn't his boss, he'd be tempted to say 'Yes, mother.' Roy arrived mere inches from him a short moment later. The redhead thanked the kind woman that had saved him a chase down the mall's parkade.
"You just missed the best animated movie of the decade, Ike!" Ike groaned. Here it comes.... "I've never seen so many Eevee evolutions together in my life!"
"Oh? You said that last time."
"I say a lot of things. I mean it this time though! They formed a Pokemon rainbow!" If Ike had any less restraint he would've decked Roy while the crowd continued to stare at the pair. Of course, in the taller's mind, the audience would applaud and praise his job well done. But thanks to common sense and social awareness, Ike walked on, letting the rant of imaginary pocket monsters fill his ears from behind.
"...And then, out of no where, Jolteon leads with Pikachu onto the screen and....." Zelda and Link watched as Ike led his friend away. The bluenette was polite enough to wave good-bye to his boss and her "boyfriend" though.
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Samus groaned. Sometimes, kids were far too goody-goody for her tastes. She carried Ness over to her car, the boy having claimed to feel "dizzy" not long ago.
"It's because he didn't ice it properly, that dumb kid." She was referring to the child's slight head injury. Marth looked at the paling boy, worry filling him quickly.
"Where will you take him?"
"Well, home, of course. I know his address after all. The kids all have to provide me with this information in case of emergencies!" She let the boy crawl his way into the backseat of her sedan. "Marth, could you find his name in that binder in the trunk? I'm gonna give his mother a call."
Marth did as told, retrieving the black binder and searching up the young man's name. Let's see......... oh, there he was. "Here. It's at the bottom of the sheet." He stood outside the car while he waited for Samus to call.
"Oh, he just feels dizzy after hitting his head... don't worry, ma'am, I'll bring him home safely..... Mmhmm... see you later then!" Upon the beep sound, Marth quickly turned back to his friend to hear the news. "She's going to rush home, but chances are we'll beat her to it."
"How far is his house from here?"
"Hm.... I'd say about fifteen minutes. He lives kind of close to you, actually. I'll give you a lift too."
"That'd be great, thanks." Marth almost hit his head as he got in when Samus started the car. The clunker shook so much, the boy in the backseat must've been feeling worse from the vibration.
"Seat belts, please. This isn't going to be a smooth ride."
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Ike opened the door to their flat and let Roy in. Link and Zelda went back to the cafe, leaving Roy and Ike with public transport to get them home. Thankfully, during the bus ride, Roy had finished his Pokemon summary and was now calmed down again. His obsession of Pokemon just couldn't be grasped; you'd see the cheerful redhead as a normal, sane college student who looked a tad young for his age. However, mention Pokemon, and that image would shatter and leave you with a tall ten year old.
"Marth! We're home!" Roy called out after taking off his shoes. There was no response. "Marth?"
"Maybe he's asleep." The apartment was not lit, so there must've been no activity out in the living room for awhile as it was getting dark. The two peeked into the university student's room. No lights, no Marth.
"... The good thing is his stuff's still here. Otherwise we'd have to pay more rent if he runs off." Ike gave Roy a pointed look for the not-so-funny joke.
"I'll give him a call."
"Put it on speaker, I'd like to talk to him too."
Ike flipped open his cellphone just as Roy looked over his shoulder.
"!?"
When Ike realized what he had done, he quickly hit the phonebook button out of panic. He froze for a bit when his directory was displayed. Roy didn't make a sound. Cautiously, Ike turned to see Roy's reaction.
His roommate's eyes were wide, but there was one thing he didn't like.
The smirk on Roy's face.
It was too late. He saw it. He saw Ike's wallpaper.
"A-ah. It's not what you think Roy-"
"......Aw, Ike. You should've told me you liked Marth!!"
Ike was in shock. How...How could he make such a huge mistake...! He was usually careful with keeping secrets, but he hadn't expected Roy to actually look at his screen. There wasn't even a point to look at his screen; he was just dialing! But sadly, it was Roy that he was dealing with. The man was known to be unpredictable.
"W-wait Roy. I um....... It's just not what you think!" Ike wasn't sure how he was going to explain his way out of this one, but if Roy's growing smirk was any indication, his was doing it wrong.
"Oh? What am I thinking, Ike?" Ike glared, inaudibly saying 'I hate you' to Roy.
"Look, you took a good photo, and I decided to use it as my wallpaper. That's it." Ike sighed and lowered his forehead into his palm. He watched Roy's expression; it wasn't changing, the stupid smirk was still there!
"Ha ha, Ike. I'm not going to deny that it's a good picture," Roy swiped at Ike's phone swiftly, managing to catch the other male off-guard. "I'm just saying... that for you to set this picture as your wallpaper, you must like the individual in said picture quite a bit, am I right?" Roy flipped the phone open again, but Ike shut the cover roughly onto Roy's thumb, causing the redhead to flinch in pain. "That's not nice."
He returned the phone to the violent male. "Roy, it's just a picture. It's the same as how you set fictional pretty girls as your phone's wallpaper, just that mine happens to be a pretty picture of our roommate."
"Ah, Ike. You do realize what you just said right."
"..........Shut up."
"Oh, and Ike. I set fictional pretty girls on my phone because I think they're pretty. You just said you use a pretty picture of our roommate. Does that mean you think Marth is pretty too?"
".............." He didn't think it'd be so hard to talk himself out of this one. Roy was clever when he needed to be, though Ike wished he was a dumbass right now.
"Give it up, Ike. As the photographer of your wallpaper, I know well enough what how you feel about the picture." Roy slid his own phone open, searching through his album to find the picture again. "Marth looks like a girl in this picture. I think it's safe to say that you're now attracted to him."
...Roy got him this time. "...I guess I am. Just... a little." Roy nodded, satisfied at the conclusion announced by Ike.
"Do you feel like telling me about it? I mean, we're not sappy romantic girls, but I'm here for you, man. Anything you need help with in claiming our little Marth's heart, I'm willing to assist!"
"Er. Thanks Roy. But I'm not going to tell you about my tiny--" He had to emphasize the word to make things clear "-- attraction to Marth."
"Sure, sure, whatever you say, Ike." Roy quirked an eyebrow suddenly, noticing something he hadn't asked about before. "Where'd the headdress come from anyways?"
"Work."
Roy started to laugh. "Does this mean your uniform at work is..." He had to stop himself from laughing harder; the image was just too funny, "...a maid dress?"
"WHAT? NO!" Unless it was Marth on a Friday!
Roy kept laughing, holding the sides of his stomach. Ike as a maid! God he'd have to remember to bring this up come Halloween.
"Roy, have you even been to our cafe?"
"Ha ha! No way, Ike. I can't take coffee. Plus, Marth brings back stuff from work anyways; why should I have to pay for something I can get at home?" The man pondered for a second though. "But, if you tell me there are maids at your cafe, I'll rush over right away!"
"Whatever. Are we going to call Marth or what?" Ike flipped his phone open again, almost wanting to stare at his wallpaper for a bit. He'd admitted to himself that he found crossdressing Marth to be cute, but he never said anything about being attracted to him in a romantic sense...!
"Oh, right! Go ahead. I promise no peeking at your background this time." Roy smiled as Ike jabbed the 'send' button.
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"Thanks for the lift, Samus." Marth got out, waving goodbye to the blonde. Samus was right about the not-so-smooth ride. "And you Ness, rest well and try not to hurt yourself next time." The kid nodded, managing to say a soft 'goodbye' to the sole member of his soon-to-be fanclub.
"Make sure you drop by the field in a few weeks for the game. Of course, it's nice if you could find time to come see the kids practice too."
"Thanks. I'm not sure about practices, but I'll see the game for sure."
The blonde smiled and drove off to get Ness home. The bluenette's cellphone started ringing when he reached the entrance to his building.
"...Hello?"
"Marth! Where'd you go?" It was Ike, and in the background he could just make out Roy. "We're sorry about earlier today." There was some thumps from the other side.
"...Sorry Marth! I didn't mean to poke fun at you. It was just because you're.... man-pretty!"
"Uh."
THUD.
"OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR--" Marth held his phone away from his ears. Ike wasn't very satisfied with the apology. Marth let the sounds run for a bit, and when it seemed the other end had settled their little dispute, he put the phone to his ear again.
It was Ike again. Roy was banned from this conversation now after the odd remark. "......Just..... We're sorry. We like you, Marth. We weren't trying to hurt your feelings." In the background, it sounded like Roy laughed and said something along the lines of 'we love you not like'. Ike grumbled a quick 'shut up Roy'.
Marth laughed. "Don't worry about it. I overreacted too. Anyways, I was just out with a friend. Do me a favour and open the door, I'll be up in a minute."
"Alright, see you later then."
Ike buzzed Marth in, and after a few flights of stairs, he was home.
"Marrtthhhh!!!" Roy tackling him at the doorway was something he didn't expect. But down he went, and the two of them hit the door, slamming it closed.
"Roy, get off him." The tallest of the three yanked the shortest off. Marth stood up again, dusting himself off. When he tried to enter the living room though, Roy was sitting on his own feet at the doorway, blocking his path.
"Marth, I'm sorry! I really am!" He bowed his head, forehead touching the hardwood floor. "It wasn't meant to be an insulting remark! I'm sorry if you thought it was! Don't leave us!" Ike just watched; Roy wasn't kidding when he said he was going to beg forgiveness from Marth.
"R-Roy, don't do that. Stand up." Roy stayed where he was, forcing a sigh out of the oldest. "I forgive you, now get up and let's all eat dinner." This time Roy rose with a smile, glad to be on his senior's good side again. As the oldest walked on, he made eye contact with Ike.
"Um..... Welcome back."
Marth smiled sweetly. "Thanks. Now help me wash the vegetables."
"Yes sir."
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"Be sure to give me your measurements tomorrow so I can get started at once."
That's the task that Zelda had left Ike for Sunday. Ike may have agreed to the job without much thought, but he'd never had anything tailored for him before and had no clue how to get started. Roy always woke around noon, meaning the apartment would have a much quieter tone to it until then. Marth was locked away in his own room, either sleeping or reading his numerous books at ten in the morning.
"Let's see... Measurements.... How do I even get those." Besides his shoes size, everything he bought was usually sized Medium or Large. He was pretty sure that wasn't enough for Zelda to make his costume. The best thing to do was to call the boss herself and ask exactly what she wanted.
He pressed 'send' on his phone when 'Hyrule Cafe' was selected from the directory.
"...Hello?" A young voice answered, one that most likely belonged to Pit.
"Hi. This is Ike. Is Zelda in today?"
"She is, but we've got a crowd right now so she's kinda busy at the coffee machine. Some tourists just dropped by in a pack! Wanna leave a message or is it quick?"
"Ah, it should be quick. I just wanted to ask her how do I get my measurements..."
Pit snickered on the other end. "Oh, that's easy Ike! Just take your BWH measurements with measuring tape! Oh, I'll see you tomorrow, need to serve some cakes. Bye!" And the line went dead.
Ike sat on his bed, nodding to himself. BWH. Yup. That's all I need.
He then proceeded to use an internet search engine to figure out what BWH meant.
"So.... Bust, waist, and hip. I can do that." But Pit had mentioned that they needed to be taken with measuring tape. How does that work anyways? He really should've paid more attention when Mist sewed doll clothes back at home. Sometimes a bit more knowledge on what women did was a very good thing to have. He headed to the living room, knowing that one of the toolboxes in the corner had his measuring tape. He hadn't touched it since he moved in though, so it must've been near the bottom. Sighing, he started his rummaging with the first of three toolboxes. Roy turned over to face his bed (couch)'s backing, smothering the noise with his pillow.
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Marth sat at his desk, reading the local news on his laptop. Oh, there's an article about the children's baseball league games that Ness was a part of! There were mentions of all the districts involved, some information about the league for parents... and the game days! He decided to keep print off a copy of the game day calendar, just to show his support on the right days for Samus' little team.
Control-click. Print.
He could hear the large printer in the living room running. The three of them had decided one networked printer was enough, so it was shared amongst them and left where everyone could access it. When he went out to retrieve the sheet, he saw Ike crouched in the corner, looking through some cases.
"...You need something?" Ike looked back to see his roommate.
"Morning, Marth."
"Morning. What are you looking for?"
"Hmm. Measuring tape."
"....Are you building something?"
"Nope."
"Uh...buying a new TV for us?"
Ike laughed. "You wish."
"Then why do you need measuring tape?"
Ike stopped hunting for a second, choosing his words wisely. "Zelda just said she needed my measurements. Not a lot of clothes at work fit me." Partial-lie, but it would do. He didn't want Marth to find out about his extra shift on Friday.
"She's going to make you something?"
"Possibly."
".....You need to measure yourself then?"
"Yup."
"......Ike. You know the measuring tape in the toolbox isn't for that purpose, right?" The man must've confused the flexible plastic measuring tape with the retractable metallic tape rulers.
"I don't know. I've never had anything tailored for me before." Ike stood up, abandoning the search now that it was pointless. "How do I get my measurements then?"
"Hmm... Let's go to my room; I think I have what you're looking for lying around." The taller followed Marth into his quarters, right across from Ike's room. The organized male's room was the cleanest in the place. Everything was orderly and tidy; a huge contrast to the living room that doubled as Roy's bedroom, and Ike's which was filled with his clothes and electronics (plus, Roy's large backpack could often be found in Ike's room as the two studied together). Marth pulled out his desk drawers, searching in each one before he came across his white measuring tape.
"Here we are!" He passed it to Ike, who looked at it not knowing what to do. ".....You wrap it around yourself to measure."
"O-oh." Let's see......Bust first. Ike wrapped the plastic around his chest, not sure if he was doing it right. Marth was watching him; he hoped he wasn't making a fool of himself.
After fumbling, Ike took his reading..."Um. My chest can't be 100, right."
Marth almost spat when he burst out laughing. "Not even Hercules could get that!! Here, I'll do it for you. It'll save us both some time." The shorter took the tape from Ike. "Now, is this a outfit kind of loose or does it have to be precise and made to fit you like a glove?"
Ike thought back to the drawings Zelda showed him. "Probably would look better if they were precise."
Marth nodded. "Okay then. Take off your shirt."
......Did he hear that right?
"Er. Why."
"Your shirt adds a bit to your measurements, so it's more accurate if you take it off."
Ike complied. He was proud of his muscle anyways. "Sure you're not just trying to see what's under my shirt?" he joked.
"......Nah. Seen it enough times." Ike was always coming out of the shower with no shirt on. Being in a place with only men meant they all had a few more privileges. "You're just always seeking opportunities to show them off, aren't you?" Marth recalled the show-and-tell from yesterday.
The tall man threw his shirt onto Marth's bed. "Gotta make the most of what I have. So, what do I do now?"
"Raise your arms a little; I'll get your bust measurement first." Marth took the tape measure in his left hand, and as he approached Ike, the other man's cheeks grew a little red. Marth wrapped his arms around Ike in the process, and for a few short seconds while the shorter was trying to grab the tape with his right hand as well, Ike could feel his heart jump out from his chest. It felt (and looked) like Marth was hugging him.
But Marth soon claimed the flexible device in both hands, securing it around Ike's bare chest. Reading it off quickly, he wrote the measurement onto a piece of paper. As he slipped the tape down lower to the waist, Ike jumped. Marth just assumed he was cold. Take the reading and jotting it down again, he lowered the tape wrapped around Ike once more.
"Hmm." He needed more space to get this one. "Pardon the harassment, Ike."
"Wha--" What happened next was completely unexpected. Marth had taken hold of the waistband of Ike's shorts, pulling them down a bit, enough to show part of his boxers.
Ike froze, not sure how to respond as Marth measured his hips. The older bent over slightly as he read the reading where the tape overlapped. Ike's eyes went wide when he realized where exactly the tape had overlapped.
"Oh oops. I have the wrong end of the tape." Relief washed over Ike momentarily as Marth moved his hands away from in front of him to rotate the plastic measuring device. However, he wasn't happy about Marth changing his posture. While the shorter male re-adjusted the tape, he got on to his knees.
Ike almost bolted from the room. Does Marth not realize what he's doing...!?
"M-Marth. Uh." Somehow, this looked a felt very wrong.
"Give me a sec, Ike. I'm almost done." Marth wrote down the last measurement on the sheet and stood up to hand it over to Ike. "There, here's your three measurements. You're pretty fit!"
Ike thanked his roommate speechlessly, heading back to his room. Marth, a little confused when Ike shut the door to his room with a slam, went back to the living room to grab his print-out.
"Morning, Marth~" Marth jumped. In front of him stood a very energetic Roy; way too energetic for a Sunday morning.
"Did you win the lottery...?"
"What-- no."
"Why are you up then? You're never up this early on weekends."
"Oh, nothing~ Just figured I'd wake up to watch some favourite shows of mine~" The way Roy spoke started to creep out Marth. Perhaps he was still hyped over the movie he saw yesterday.
"...Okay. You go do that."
"Yup~" A shiver went down Marth's spine as he walked back to his room. He shut the door in case Roy said something again.
Roy, happy with how his day started out, changed openly and plopped down on his couch (bed) again. He took out his phone and figured he needed to send a highly important mail out.
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"... Ugh." Ike could feel his legs getting weak.
'......Aw, Ike. You should've told me you liked Marth!!'
Roy's words from last night flooded his mind again. And just now, in that situation, he couldn't help but feel an odd vibe from it all. When Marth knelt in front of him like that, the older's hands dangerously close to his sensitive regions, he swore he was going to lose it. He leaned back on the door, hissing from the cold.
...His shirt was still in Marth's room.
"Forget it. I'm not going back there..." He muttered to himself. He's been having all sorts of problems figuring out how he thought of Marth lately. Ever since he started at the cafe, he's been noticing his roommate more and more. Nevermind that said roommate is a crossdresser on Friday nights; he'd been noticing things like how slender his friend was, how long his lashes were, how pale his skin was... It just didn't make sense how up until now, he never once thought about such things before. Now he was blushing like a schoolgirl from a little odd contact and promising his boss to put on a costume at night to see his buddy dressed like a girl.
He wasn't even going to laugh at Marth; he wanted to see it. The picture Roy took must've set something off in him, because Ike was looking very forward to seeing his roommate in a dress. Live and in person. Ahhh I'm just looking forward to it because he looks nice in it! That was his best excuse, at least.
Amidst his confusion with the self-arguing in his head, his cellphone started to rattle on his desk.
A message from....Roy? What the hell, he's right outside...! Regardless, he opened up the mail in his inbox anyways.
'Ike, congratulations! You sure move fast. ;D'
Ike didn't like the emoticon at the end there. He opened the attachment.
"!?"
It was a photo of him in the same attire he was now; shirtless with only his shorts and boxers on. He was facing away, but without a doubt, you could see Marth positioned in front of him, kneeling with his hands placed where Ike's--
"ROYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!" He didn't even notice Roy was right there when Marth was taking his measurements! That angle...!!! It looked like he and Marth were- "YOU'RE DEAD!!!!"
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Author's Note:
Thank you everyone for your kind reviews! They're an unbelievable driving force of this story; the feedback has been wonderful! As for you silent readers out there, please, don't be afraid to give me a piece of your mind. I'm quite open with comments, questions, and critiques, and often take them to heart when I write my next chapters. I also have to thank those of you who messaged me along the way to push me forward and keep writing. I admit, this fanfic isn't a top priority for me a lot of times. You'll have to forgive me if and when I forget about updating.
Where's the much anticipated Friday nightshift? Next chapter(s), my dears.
~Fhal