Chapter Six
Marth winced as Samus stepped on his foot yet again. He was gonna feel that in the morning for sure. He sighed.
"No. It's left two three back two forward two three right two left two back two three. Got it?"
Samus nodded, determined to learn the steps. She had to admit she was surprised with his immense patience, as they had been doing this for two hours. Gradually she made progress, becoming more graceful and getting most of the steps right. Accept for the occasional stepping on a very sore footed price.
"Ah!"
Samus tripped and fell over, her head headed for the wall behind. Two hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright, but somehow the two pairs of blue eyes were too close for her comfort. Marth quickly pulled away, swiftly stumbling over a few apologies. He turned his face away. Though it was quick Samus did notice the faint blush on his cheeks, which made her burst out laughing. He glared.
"What's so funny?"
"I-It's just-your face! Oh man! You look so cute when you blush!"
This made his blush deepen. "S-Shut up."
"Okay, I wanna try again, you ready?"
He reluctantly started to dance with her again, his eyes downcast and his face still having a hint of blush. They stepped left and right, swinging backwards and pacing forward. This time they made it through the whole routine without mishap.
"Well, there you go, that's how you do it."
Samus smiled to herself, secretly ecstatic about her new accomplishment. "Thanks Marth, I really enjoyed it. And I'm er…sorry about your feet…"
He laughed, shocking her into widened eyes. It was a pleasant laugh, one not to squeaky and high or low and rough. It was all-in-all a rather good laugh.
"Wow, I've never heard you laugh before. Just like smiling, you should laugh more often," she commented with a smirk.
For a second he looked shocked, but he quickly covered it up and coughed roughly, "clearing his throat". "I find few things in life as funny."
Crossing her arms she made a fake frown. "Really? No wonder you're so drab."
"Well, now that I've held up my end of the deal you have to hold up yours."
"I'm warning you now that I suck at poetry."
"That doesn't matter to me; I'm not perfect at it either."
Frustrated, Samus tried to finish the line she was writing. In the snow-. That was all she had. Marth had given her that to start with because she couldn't think of anything. Snow was a good subject, but for some reason her mind wasn't working properly today. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't think of anything to write about. Glancing over she noticed the prince busily scribbling away in neat handwriting, his face set and serious. He already had quite a few lines done.
"Hey Marth."
"What?"
"I…I can't do this! I can't think of a single thing!"
He gave her a blank stare. "Try harder then."
"I can't!"
"You can't or you won't?"
"Argh!"
She briefly wrote down a few things, but became stuck once again when her anger faded, leaving only annoyance. Sighing she put her face in her hands, feeling defeated.
"Need some inspiration?"
She was surprised when a paper was casually tossed at her, flying through the air slowly and landed next to her arm. Picking it up gently her eyes scanned over it; and then widened in shock.
"…Did you write this Marth?" For some reason she was choking on the words.
"Yes."
She found herself choking again, her eyes reading over the serene but harsh, beautiful but sad verses of the page-long poem. It too was about snow. It was a heartrending snow though, as it talked of how the writer related to it. It reminded her somewhat of her own life. It reminded her of death and sorrow, and maybe a bit of attempted and destroyed healing.
Snow.
White flakes, crystals
Pureness
Until it becomes stained with jealousy
Hate
Worry
Death
It will melt eventually,
Just like our hearts do at some point in life
It destroys growth
Just like Hate destroys love
It destroys feelings
Just like hate obliterates thought
It consumes
Just like jealousy
It covers
Just like we try to cover our hurt
It lies
It lies about what we know it's there
Snow.
Deadly through beauty
Lying through feelings
Covering everything
That is snow
That is its true intentions
Samus was silent for a long while. The only sound being Marth scratching down something onto paper as if she didn't exist. Slowly she looked up, biting her bottom lip.
"Marth?"
He looked up.
"What…inspired you to write this?"
He paused, and then set his pen down carefully on the wooden table. "Why?"
"It's just…it almost reminds me of…my own past…"
"I was inspired to write that during winter last year. It was the same day that my…mother and father died."
"I really am sorry about what I said to you at breakfast that one time."
"I know."
"…It must be hard."
"What?"
"Living like you do. I remember my parents, but not very well…they were killed when I was young to. I was lucky and got saved by this race called the Chozo, but no one else from my planet escaped…"
"I see…we are in some ways alike then."
"I guess."
I would like to say thank you to The Dark Templar, flutekitty, xXDeath-N'-HellXx, and ElementUchihaMaster for reviewing my story it really helps me update faster i do really appreciate reviews so i would like to thank the people who do. Thanks guys and girls lol
About this chapter, i suck at writing poetry so you can laugh if you want and i don't know very much about Samus so bear with me lol and i also don't know much about dancing. I guess I'm pretty ignorant.
I tried to make this chapter a bit longer due to request but i think i failed :( sorry xXDeath-N'-HellXx