AHEM. So sorry for being late with the update. Wasn't really feeling this chapter honestly. I wrote the first scene about two weeks ago and only just finished this chapter now. I know I don't really write long chapters anyway, but this was hard to get out. Meh. It's out now. You want another chapter in any hurry, review and let me know. In any case, I'll have the next one out in maybe a week... Maybe... I AM working all this weekend. *is tired*

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Day Four, Part Two

Forget Forgiveness!

The thing Marth forgot about when he stormed off in his humiliated rage was the fact that his room was also the habitat of the blond face-sucking-lizard's best friend. The friend who, undoubtedly had known of the little "misunderstanding" the entire time, thus exploiting it for his own enjoyment. Everything made much more sense to Marth now.

So, naturally, when the buffoon himself came waltzing in as if he were welcome in his own room, Marth was very quick to fly at him, his prize and joy Falchion in hand. Ike yelped and jummped back into the hallway as the sword just barely made contact with his throat. Marth smirked, slightly impressed with the oaf's dodging skills. He wasn't a prodigy for nothing, so avoiding a blow like that was no small feat.

"Marth, whoa! What are you doing!?"

"What does it look like idiot? Moving my things obviously." Despite the fact that he had decided only just now that he was leaving the idea was pleasing to him.

"W-what?"

"Is it that hard to get your moronic brain wrapped around? Don't stand there and try to convince me that you're not responsible for this entire mess. Like hell, I'm going to share a room with you any longer." Yes. Marth was convinced that although Link was a complete and total, idiotic, blind, deaf, senseless cretin, Ike... Ike was the one to blame. He was the one that knew all along.

Ike's expression bordered on upset, which was an unusual expression on the youth's face. Marth seethed as a small grin hesitantly took its place.

"Look," he started to say, but Marth was beyond listening to anything the swordsman had to say.

"Just stay out of my way until I'm done here, or I will impale you with my sword." He didn't beef the threat up with any explicit words. He only said it like it was. There was no sign of jest in his hard, narrow eyes. Ike sighed and crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"Well this may be troublesome then. I'm not going anywhere until you let me apologize." Marth snorted, regarding the other boy's serious expression.

"Why apologize when we both know how little it means to you?"

"Why would you think it didn't mean anything to me?" Ike looked hurt by these words, but Marth only scoffed.

"Would you have really let this go on like it did if you cared? You do realize that you hurt your idiotic friend too right?"

"Hey, he may be an idiot, but it's not like you can talk," Ike protested, his arms waving through the air as he spoke. Marth raised an eyebrow and met the other's eyes with a cool glare.

"What exactly is that supposed to imply?" This time Ike was the one suppressing a cruel laugh.

"It's not like it wasn't obvious. He was only drooling over you every hour of the day. You can't tell me you didn't find the way he acted weird." Marth had to admit (not aloud of course) he had thought Link to be strangely friendly... However, he was not going to give Ike the satisfaction of seeing him at loss.

"Calling me a fool, hmm?" A deadly gleam shone in his blue eyes. Ike impressed him once again by glaring back just as fiercely. "Humph. Fine. See if I... CARE!" As he uttered the last word he flew forward once more, Falchion outstretched. He was fully intending to leave a nice, permanent mark on that oh, so handsome face of the moron's.

Ike dove forward this time and ducked under Marth's swing, his hand coming to grasp the hilt of Ragnell. He swiftly leapt up onto his feet and pointed his own sword at Marth. As the reader at this point you may be thinking: "Holy shit, they're having a sword fight in their dormitory!" Maybe not. However, you must remember that this was no ordinary school and so, in reality, normal rules were not enforced. That is to say... beating your roommate up with a five-foot sword was not outside of the norm.

"You actually intend to fight me?" He rolled his eyes and smirked at Ike. "You do remember why I am in this school? You know the whole scholarship thing? Because of my apparent skill with the sword?" Marth smirked, scoffed, and snorted until he noticed the expression on Ike's face. It was one of those is-he-really-that-much-of-an-idiot, exasperated looks. The blue haired prodigy blinked and let his obvious confusion show on his features (much to his own shame).

"Seriously? Do I really have to spell it out for you," Ike asked disbelievingly. "Gah. And they said I was the one with no brains, all brawns..."

"Y-You're trying to distract me! A bluff! You think you know something I don't," Marth began ranting.

"Well I sure hope it's clear enough when I walk you through it. Jeez. Okay, let's take it nice and slow so you can understand what I'm getting at." He felt the veins under his skin nearly burst with the rush of blood that came storming through them. Marth swore to himself that if he was ever insulted like that again-

"So this is how it is...," Ike interrupted before Marth could think up a proper death threat. "You. Are small. I. Am big. Small room. Big me. Bigger sword."

"..."

"Look. If we start dishing it out in here, you will lose. Simple as that. Your advantage is your size and speed, thus you are better suited for bigger places where you can zoom around easily. Although I'm not saying I'm well suited for small dormitory rooms either, when it comes down to swinging my big-ass sword around, I'll have no problem and you'll have no where to go."

Thus. Ike knew the word thus... Astounding. Besides that, saying he would have no problem was like saying he was completely alright with destroying everything in the room, swinging madly as he seemed to be seeing himself doing. Marth... Marth was not alright with that.

However...

He would rather sacrifice his wardrobe, former bed, suitcase and the like, than walk away from a duel. Especially one he initiated. Making up his mind, he let a small snarl escape him and he lunged once again, turning the blade so that it shone elegantly in the dim lighted room. Ike reacted immediately...

...And smashed the flat side of Ragnell into the smaller boy's head. Marth collapsed onto his bed.

"OW! YOU MORON!"

"Hey! You're the one who came at me with a killing intent!" Marth was holding a spot overtop of his right eye, growling and whining like a kicked cat. "Come on Marth! Quit the dramatics already! I don't want to fight and I really am just trying to apologize! I was stupid. You should know by now I'm not the smartest kid on the block! I was just having a little fun, thought you two could just...I dunno..., bounce back!"

Marth stood and slid Falchion back into it's sheath. His eyes were locked on the ground so that the great brute before him would be unable to read his expression.

"Fine," he said in a low, quick tone. "I'll calm down... and take my leave... and you must promise... never. Never. To speak with me. Again." Ike opened with mouth as if to protest, but before he could get a word out Marth had already swept out of the room, leaving his belongings (save his blade) behind. It was just stuff. He could buy new stuff...

*

The dark aura filled the halls as the unknown presence quickly ghosted this way and that. It was headed somewhere specific, with a killing intent. Link, having just removed himself from one of the many nurse's offices was immediately aware of it from a good five hallways away. He nearly peed himself when he realized who it was.

The next three hours was spent hiding out in a janitor's closet.

Finally though, his teenage nature got the better of him and he snuck out and began heading cautiously towards the cafeteria. Forget this morning. Forget...about...the evil aura..., he thought to himself as he tiptoed into the noisy area. Having successfully bought himself something to munch on, he gave a little, triumphant smile and began heading back to his homey closet.

"Link." The voice was low, clear, direct...and oh, so deadly. At the very utterance of breath the entire cafeteria became silent. All eyes turned to regard the elven boy and the figure that stood still behind him. Link gulped. Audibly.

"Oh Link! It's been so long!" He was in the process of turning around when two delicate arms flew around his neck and drew him into a warm, careful embrace. Link felt his blood go cold. Without warning he was tugged down so that his ear was right beside an upturned pair of lush, red lips. To anyone watching it may have seemed sweet. To Link, who was trying not to break into a cold sweat it was downright hellish.

"Let's not make a scene here. Why don't you show me to your room...dear." It was more of an order than a request. Real men don't cry is what he forced himself to think over and over again. He silently began walking, two hands wrapped around his arm in just a way so that every single nail dug deep into his flesh. He smiled, putting on a show for his fellow students, but internally he was digging his grave.

They reached the boy's dormitory and Link led his captor to a room at the far end of the first level. He opened the door with a key card and stepped in, holding it open to let the other pass. After closing said door, thus closing himself in with his ultimate doom, he turned around and faced the delicate woman that sat elegantly on his bed. She had a kind smile on her fair face and to the naked eye she was dazzling.

To Link's... she was the devil.

"Hello Zelda..."

*

Maybe pointing out his stupidity hadn't been the best idea in the end. With Marth, most of the time it was touch and go, and Ike knew for sure that he'd definitely not let go when he should have. Now the prissy kid didn't want to talk to him ever again... Like that was going to happen. Ike decided that it would be best to let things settle for a while. After all, Link was no longer pissed at him, and wasn't that the most important part?

Yeah. By all rights Link should have been just as upset as Marth, but hey, no one ever knew Link for being the most logical when placing his favour.

"Man. Did I ever screw things up...," Ike sighed to himself, leaving the dormitories and catching some grub at one of the outdoor snack bars.

"You're telling me," came an amused voice. Ike turned his head quickly to the side, nearly choking on his pudding as he regarded the blond girl beside him. She wore her hair up high in a ponytail and her shapely figure was covered in a form fitting, blue body suit. If Ike hadn't been Ike his eyes might have bulged out of his head at the sight of the girl, Samus. However since Ike was not into goggling at gazonkas, he instead intelligently replied to the blonde's statement with a well thought out:

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Everybody knows. About the whole Link liking Marth thing. It's campus wide news, but I mean, he only made it so very obvious." Ike blinked a couple times, his mind still at the part where Samus agreed that he was a screw up. "Apparently word even spread as far as one of the nearer kingdoms... You know, Link's home. Hyrule."

"Oh," Ike mumbled, getting up to speed.

"And...Who knows how this info could have breached the campus border...and gone straight to the Princess' pretty little(Well not so much...but you know...) ears..." Samus gave an irritant little smirk and pulled a fat sack of rupees out of... God only knows where.

"Y-You went to Zelda!?" Ike had finally grasped the severity of this statement and realized what this could possibly mean for his friend.

"Hey, I got a fair price for said information, don't you agree," the bounty hunter absent mindedly asked, weighing the money in one hand.

"Holy hell! Link's a dead man!," Ike exclaimed, clapping his hands onto his head. Without another glance back at Samus he bolted, heading for his friend's dorm room at top speed. On the way there he slammed into a pissy, fuming swordsman.

"You freaking oaf!! Watch where you're-"

"Sorry Marth! I have to go save Link from his impending doom!!"

"W-What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Ike paused his rampage for a brief moment, looking back at the flushed boy.

"Thought we were never going to speak again." Marth's eyes widened and one of those I'm-such-a-fucking-idiot expressions stole across his face. Ike smirked and resumed his frantic pace.

He could only hope that he was not already too late.

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