New chapter! Yeeeeey. Does this one feel short to you guys? Dx Oh well, it's one thirty in the morning and Im tired, excuse any mistakes, I'll fix them later.
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Though Meta Knight had told him that he would be on his own, the elder still followed the young prince from his room; mask once again covering his face and his form shifted from that of the tall, lean human to a short, round puffball. Marth often found this form rather cute, and had on more than one occasion cooed over the mini-Meta Knight, much to the masked man's displeasure. But then again, he never did complain when Marth did it.
Still, today was different. Cooing over Meta Knight's form was the last thing on Marth's mind, and in fact he paid little if no attention to him as he walked. He wasn't sure where he was going exactly, but his feet lead him towards the stage; and Meta Knight followed in silence. The stadium had an open ceiling, meaning that the light of the stars and the moon were all that lit the Final Destination set. It floated there as if some invisible hand held it up, surrounded by an empty abyss of space. With one leap the prince bounded from the stands to the edge of the stage, his feet touching the ground there softly and gracefully. He heard the beating of Meta Knight's wings against the air, and soon he had touched down next to him.
Math walked forward, "This is where I met them, both of them. Roy first. It was only my third battle so I wasn't very skilled; but when he walked out onto stage…" a smile touched the prince's lips. "I was so flustered, I couldn't help but stare… he took advantage of that, beat the crap out of me." He looked up towards the sky. "And then spent the next day nursing me back to health. He was always so kind, even though he'd fight to the last breath with everything he had, as soon as it was over he'd be the first one to check on his opponent's condition. When that sword ripped through him that day…" his hands went to his own wound, "I knew I had lost him, from the moment he collapsed on stage. I watched until they dragged me from the stadium… but I knew he wouldn't make it. Then again… I guess I was wrong."
Teal eyes turned on Meta Knight, "It was almost a year later exactly that Ike came. I hated him. His hair, his voice, his kindness… it was all too much like Roy. I wanted nothing to do with him. When we fought, I hit him with everything I had; showed him that I wasn't going to be played with. The look on his face," a soft laugh escaped pale lips, "I'm sure he had never expected to be bested by a blue blood like me. Still, it was you who told me to give him a chance, wasn't it?" Meta Knight nodded. "Why?" The prince asked.
"It was obvious you're avoidance of him was based solely on past memories; I found it to be ill-based."
"You knew I'd fall for him." It wasn't a question.
"The chances of such were high, yes."
For a moment the prince was silent, and then he smiled, "Thank you, Meta Naito-sama, for caring about me."
The masked puffball grunted a "Hmph."
"I had thought that Ike was like Roy, but they are two different people entirely. Ike is more… rough and adult… yet so childish and silly in some ways. Roy was soft and naive, but stubborn as hell."
"They both have qualities about them which you care for," Meta Knight said simply, "That is why you find the decision to choose so difficult. With presented with two similar things, it is easy to see which one bests the other, but you are presented with two different paths entirely. Still, you must choose."
"I know," the prince sighed. "If this is ever to end, I have to choose. Roy would welcome me with open arms, but Ike… even if I choose him I don't know if he'd take me back. He locked the door to his room… we've fought before, but it's never gotten to that. And I can't blame him, even if it meant that he'd never take me back."
"So what will you do?"
"For now… nothing." The prince turned, preparing to leave. "I… I'm going to give them both a chance; I don't want to make the wrong choice. I'll find out which one is right."
Meta Knight nodded, yellow eyes following the prince carefully, "If you wait too long, it will be too late to choose."
"I know," the prince nodded solemnly.
To say that Ike had been angry would have been wrong. He was hurt, crushed, destroyed. To think that Marth had let himself be violated by that… by that… ass hole! And worst of all, that he'd kept it a secret from Ike as if it were some sort of hidden affair… did the prince even know how much that hurt? Especially after Roy's words today. Still, locking the boy out was probably not the wisest move; all he had managed to do was deepen the rift that was beginning to separate them. But the mercenary justified it with Marth's betrayal, and did his best to ignore the pleadings of the young prince to open the door.
Suddenly all was quiet, and the mercenary sat up. The sniffling cries of his boyfriend had ceased, and were replaced with a dreadful stillness. Ike walked to the door and opened it a crack, no Marth. He opened it more and stuck his head out, looking down the hall both ways. No Marth… where had he gone? To Roy's room, a voice in his head said, but he shooed it out. Surely not there… right?
He was a little worried, but his pride got the best of him and he closed the door again, this time leaving it unlocked, and returned to his bed. If Marth wanted to, he'd come back… he would come back right?
Roy waited for a minute... then two… then three… but Marth did not reappear. Feet led him to the door his love had disappeared into, eyes scanning the nameplate with furrowed brows. Meta Knight. That name, it sounded familiar, yet he just couldn't place it. It didn't matter though, what was this Meta Knight doing alone with his Prince anyways? Who was he to Marth? Not another lover surely, Marth had never been one to cheat. And from what he had heard, Ike and Marth's relationship had been perfectly sound. Until he had come along that was. A sigh ripped through the flame prince's lips as he turned from the door. He had never meant to do this; when he had first found out about Ike and Marth he had known that his place in the teal haired prince's life was gone. And at the time, it had been alright; the very notion of seeing Marth again had been all he needed. But the moment his eyes had laid on the young prince, Roy had known that his ideal of being 'just a friend' would never happen. He could never be satisfied with that.
So he was placing it all on the chance to claim his lover back. His life, his morals, his dignity; all he wanted was to be able to hold Marth and call him his own. Let the others damn him if they would, he'd do anything to have Marth.
Roy headed for his room; two years had changed the flame prince. He wasn't so naïve as Marth would remember him, he'd grown up. But something else had gorwn within him as well, a darkness that had not lurked there before. Once, the redhead had been able to put everything he loved on the line for other people's sakes; not anymore. Now he placed other people's sakes on the line for himself. Though he told himself that it was only because of Marth, and that once he had the teal haired prince back, everything would return to normal; he couldn't deny the fact that the darkness was spreading. His actions had escalated from taking Marth while he was still Ike's, to plotting to turn Ike against the young prince. Would he next plot to see Ike out of the picture entirely? To say he had had no such thoughts would be a lie.
With a clank the door to his room shut and he slid to the floor. "Marusu-kun," he whispered, "I will have you…"
"At any cost."
