''Have you seen, Nana?'' Lucas was nearly in tears as he had received a note under his bedroom door. It was from Nana and it wasn't a nice note. He hadn't seen her all day. Maybe she's avoiding him.

''No. Sorry, Luke.'' Marth patted Lucas on the back and gave him a pitying smile. He hated to see any of the younger brawlers upset. Especially, Lucas. There was something about that small, blonde haired boy that made his heart hurt when he saw his eyes shimmering with tears of despair. ''What's the matter anyway?'' Marth kneeled down and put his hand under Lucas's chin and lifted his head up so their eyes were level. Lucas's eyes were red from previous crying and Marth found it hard not to start crying himself at the depressing sight. No child should have to be that upset. They were supposed to be enjoying their childhood.

''It's Nana. She wrote this note to me, put it under my door and then ran off.'' Lucas choked out his words as if Ganondorf had his hands wrapped round the young boy's throat. He shakily handed the note to Marth and then looked back down at the floor again.

Marth grasped the note and slowly opened it. It was as if he was scared of what it contained. He read it to himself.

Dear Lucas,

I have decided that I don't want to go to the dance with you anymore. You're just like all the other boys. Insensitive, mean and judgemental. I don't want anything to do with you ever again and make sure you tell Ness and Popo that they're horrible, pathetic little boys who will fail at life along with you. I hate you, Lucas. Don't approach me ever again if I happen to be so unfortunate as to see you again.

From Nana.

Marth's jaw practically hit the ground. Lucas had done nothing wrong! How could Nana call him insensitive when she had the nerve to write something so mean to the poor boy! This had to be sorted out. ''Lucas, I'm going to find Nana.'' Marth handed the note back to the heartbroken boy and gave him yet another pitying smile. Marth had a thing for feeling a lot of pity for sad people. He couldn't help it. He was a naturally caring person.

''Marth, just leave it. She'll only yell at you.'' Lucas wiped the loose tears that had broken free from his glassy eyes.

''Lucas, I think I can handle a little kid shouting at me. I'm tough enough to handle a little verbal abuse.'' Marth chuckled and shot the boy a friendly wink. He didn't know why but sometimes Marth reminded Lucas of Santa Claus. Maybe it was his friendliness and his generosity? He knew it definitely had something to do with the way he chuckled and winked.

''Okay, Marth. Thank you.'' Lucas gave a weak smile as Marth opened his arms for a hug. Lucas shuffled up to the cyan haired prince and gently wrapped his arms around his chest and linked his hands together at the older brawlers back.

''Anytime, Luke.'' Marth rubbed comforting circles on the child's back and then gently pulled apart and waved goodbye before heading off on his adventure to find the pink parka wearing girl.

Lucas felt a little more relaxed now. Marth was such a nice person. He was lucky to have a friend like him.