Ike stormed down the red-carpeted halls until he reached the bright white door reading "Roy" in gold.
The bluenette pounded on the door. "Let me in Roy!"
The redhead was still in shock from earlier. Oh how he loved it and wished it could last. It was the angry mercenary outside that ruined that chance for him. Every way he looked at it, it was all Ike's fault. His face grew as red as his hair as he heard that man pound on his door even louder.
Roy took a deep breath and opened the door to his rival. "Ike."
"What did you do?" Ike glared down at the young prince.
"Please come in." Roy backed away to let in the larger man.
"What the hell did you do to Marth?" Ike looked like he was going to charge at Roy any moment.
The prince looked at him blankly. "I didn't do anything."
"Don't you give me any of that. He's been upset ever since he came back from showing you around. You're gonna tell me right now what you did!"
"Like I said I didn't do anything. I only got the pleasure of feeling his lips again." Roy smirked.
Ike's blood was boiling. He held hold of Roy's collar and slammed him into the wall "HOW DARE YOU KISS HIM WHEN YOU KNOW HE'S WITH ME! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW UPSET HE MUST BE?"
Roy gazed in his eyes. "Don't you think he'd tell you if he was being the victim in this?"
"What the hell are you saying?!" The mercenary restrained himself from punching this old-newcomer in the face.
"Marth kissed me Ike. I didn't kiss him, he kissed me." His eyes were full of fire and his voice was loud.
Roy had a point. Anytime Marth had a problem, Ike would be the first person he'd run to. About anything running through his mind. This time was the first time Marth has ever kept something from him. This couldn't be the truth.
Ike pulled on Roy's tunic and slammed him into the wall. "YOU FILTHY LIAR! THERE'S NO WAY MARTH WOULD BETRAY ME LIKE THAT! I KNOW THAT!"
"Ike face the facts. If I was invited to Brawl, Marth and I would still be together and you wouldn't be in the picture. He loved me first and now I know he still does." Roy didn't blink once. He was on a roll. He saw Ike was about to crack and decided not to continue.
Ike looked away from the fiery glare. He didn't want to believe Roy, but it's possible that he's right.
"This can't be true." He whispered under his breath. "Marth would never use me like that."
"I meant what I said earlier just so you know. I never wanted to interfere because the last thing I would want is to make Marth feel stressed. But this is his own doing. I'm sorry."
Ike slowly released Roy from his grip. His eyes were glassy. He's loved Marth ever since they've met, and it was a dream come true when Marth said he loved him back. Every moment he's spent with Marth has made him so happy. He felt so lucky to have someone so faithful, caring, beautiful, honest…
'Honest.' That word echoed throughout Ike's mind. He's been fooled since day one. He's an idiot for thinking Marth's feelings were true. What was he going to do now?
'I never wanted to be the biggest jerk alive, but this joke has gone on for too long. It's time Marth comes face-to-face with the truth.' Ike thought to himself.
"Please forgive my outburst Roy. I must be going." The bluenette made his way out the door not bothering to look back. Roy's stomach was left in so many knots.
The gloved arms of the golden-haired princess pulled the crying prince into a warm embrace. He hated to be seen crying in front of her, another member of the royal class, but he couldn't hold the waterworks in for a long period of time.
"There there Marth. It breaks my heart to see you break down like this, but it also warms my heart to see how much you care for Ike." Peach admitted.
Marth tried calming down a bit before speaking. He look into her bright blue eyes. "H-he means everything to me, and I abused the trust he has for me."
"Did you try discussing the matter with him? It was an honest mistake Marth, I'm sure he'll understand." Peach explained soothingly. "I know what happened between you and Roy in Melee. What he said, how you reacted, the devastation. Believe me I love Roy, but do you honestly love him like you used to?"
Just thinking about what Roy did makes the prince want to cry even more. He felt free when Roy didn't come back to Brawl. Ike made everything ok. He always have. Marth sniffled. "I told Ike I broke up with Roy because he hurt me, but I never explained how he hurt me."
Peach smiled. "Then I guess you know how to clear this up. Ike is an amazing person, especially to you Marth. Roy cannot stop the unbreakable connection you two have. You need to tell him that, and yourself."
Marth tucked a strand of blue hair behind his ear and took a deep breath. "I suppose you are right Peach. My emotions from the past took control of me. It was an honest mistake."
The princess patted the prince's shoulder. "I'm proud of you Marth."
"Words are powerless to express my gratitude, princess. I greatly appreciate your help." Marth beamed.
"You two were meant for each other. We shouldn't let a silly, misunderstood kiss change that." She remarked.
With that, the swordsman took another deep breath and headed out the blonde's room. He had to rush back to Ike's room to make it seem like he never left.
He paced the halls to Ike's room, reading the nameplates as they passed. R.O.B., Little Mac, Link, aha! Ike. Marth's hand neared the doorknob when suddenly…
"Marth." The large man right beside the door said bluntly. Marth heart began to pound.
"I-Ike, you're back earlier than I expected." He observed.
"And you're back a lot later than I expected." Ike huffed. "I'm not even going to ask where you were because I have a much more important matter to discuss with you." He crossed his arms.
Marth wanted to throw up. Did Ike find out? If so, by who? Roy didn't say anything to anyone right?
"And what would the matter be?" The prince asked as innocently as he could.
"In my room," Ike signaled. Marth understood and lead them both in.
Sitting on the bed, Ike stood in front of the prince with his arms crossed as if he was punishing a child.
The taller's eyes began to drip and he began to sniffle. He was having a breakdown. "How could you kiss him Marth?! I-I've spent every waking moment with you trying to make you happy. I've loved you ever since I've met you! That was back in Brawl may I remind you! You could have just told me that you still loved Roy instead of making me foolishly believe that you truly loved me back! Me, Ike. Not some replacement swordsman for your desires." Ike used his forearm stop his crying.
At this point Marth was already a mess in his own tears. "Ike, you don't understand!"
"No I understand that you have been lying to me since day 1, and I am done putting up with it. And more so, I'm done with you."
Marth's gross sobbing made no noise. His eyes were red bloodshot. His tears left wet tracks on his face. "IKE PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO M-"
"I've had enough." Ike cut off. "Roy's here now, so now you can stop using me and go run to him."
"IKE I LOVE Y-"
"PLEASE JUST LEAVE!" Ike wiped his tears with his thumb and watched as his ex made his exit.
Marth fell to his knees in front of that white door that was slammed in his face.
"I love you Ike. I need you. You're all I ever wanted. Why haven't you've been able to see that?" He buried his face in his hands. His tears still flowing fast.