Author's Note: I apologize for the impromptu hiatus, but I was feeling swamped by all my summer homework and had to take a break. Then getting my schedule for this year and speaking with my GLC put me into a bad mood, so I couldn't really write. However, seeing as I have managed to find the time to, I will write now, before I run out of time again. However, as I have band camp the next two weeks and school will be starting right after, the updates will no longer be every week. I will put up the regular update schedule once I figure out what it is. Thank you, and enjoy the (awkward) fluff. :)
Flower info from: iflorist . com (remove the spaces)
--NarutoKyuu

(Disclaimer: I do not own. I never will. Warnings: boyxboy, coarse language, and my definition of OOCness)


As soon as Pit opened the door to the room, the smell of chocolate overwhelmed him. He liked chocolate as much as the next person, but this was just too much. Frantically, he looked around the room as he closed the door, searching for the cause of the smell.

He blinked in mild shock. Littered about the room was a multitude of chocolates and other gifts, in containers of all shapes, sizes, and colors. He carefully picked his way around the sweets to his bed and set down his own bag of gifts.

Then, he spotted Link calmly working on an essay under the open window.

"These are all yours?" Pit asked in shock.

"Hm?" Link looked up. "Hey, Pit. Yeah. Sorry about the mess. It's just that there's so many of them, I don't know what to do about it."

Pit winced appreciatively. "That's alright. There's…quite a lot…"

"Oh. Yeah. I help people a lot, you know? They're, um, gratuity gifts?"

Pit couldn't help but laugh at Link's lost expression, a blush tinting the blond's cheeks. Some of them certainly didn't look like the average "gratuity gift." Hesitantly, the brunet asked, "How many…are you planning to, er, repay?"

Link withheld a sigh as he gazed forlornly about the room. "I don't know. That's a lot of money." Link set his work to the side as he seemed to gain some new energy. "Well, that's enough about me and my sorry ass. What about you?"

Pit silently held up the bag to the left of him.

"Ah, not about that. Did you give it to him yet?"

Pit blushed and suddenly found a little green bag in front of him very interesting. "What are you talking about?"

Link sighed. "Well, I think he'll appreciate it, either way. Goodness knows that he'll never think of it himself."

Pit frowned and glared at the little green bag. "It's just…it's embarrassing."

"Hey, you didn't hear from me, but if Marth could do it, so can you."

Pit, shoving the surprise from his mind, argued, "But that's Marth you're talking about."

"Stop being such a baby about it."

"Augh." Pit gave up and headed for the door, grabbing the little green bag on his way out. "Lucky you with your courtesy chocolates," he grumbled back before slamming the door shut.

He bid farewell to his dignity as he looked for Ike.

.:~:.

Pit quietly stole into the library and looked around. Walking up and down shelves upon shelves, he finally found Ike at a solitary table, under a window. Pit smiled mischievously, snuck up behind the blue-haired man, and threw his arms around his neck in a loose embrace.

Ike startled, half-growled, and started saying, "Pika, I swear if you don't leave me alone–" but stopped in his tracks as he heard Pit laugh quietly.

In mock anger, Pit pouted and said, "You mistook me for Pika? How could you?"

"Sorry, Pit. It's just that that irritating, little pest has been bugging me all day," he muttered as pink tinted his face at the close proximity of their faces.

Pit pulled back slightly, reminded of the reason he was so nervous in the first place. Although Pit could have died from happiness when Ike had suggested they go out, from then on Ike had been extremely awkward getting used to the idea of them being a couple.

"Can I talk to you outside? It won't take long, so you can leave your stuff here and get back to it afterwards."

Curious, Ike replied, "Sure," and allowed himself to be led outside.

As they stood to the side of the building Pit couldn't ignore all the other 'lovey' stuff going on. It made his stomach twist uncomfortably and he fumbled with the bag in his hands. When he noticed Ike eyeing the bag with subdued interest, his courage swelled. Before he could lose his nerve again, Pit silently thrust the bag forward and muttered, "It's for you."

Realization dawned on him and Ike smiled. He gently took Pit's chin, tilted his face upward, and softly kissed him. Ike pulled away before Pit could respond and he gently brushed the backs of his fingers against a flushed cheek.

"Thanks."

"You're…you're welcome." Pit ducked his head as his face got redder. "Um…well, I'll…I'll see you later?"

"Yeah," he replied just as awkwardly, taking the small bag. He paused on his way back to the library, remembering something. "Oh, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything's fine. We're going to be working anyways so…so…not too much…" Pit's voice trailed off. "That sounds so lame, huh?"

Ike smiled. "Yeah, but hey! Who cares?"

Pit returned the smile. "Yeah." He gave Ike a quick peck on the cheek before he ran off. "See you later."

Ike could only grunt in reply before he went back into the library in a daze. And Pit expected him to start working again after that?

.:~:.

Almost exactly a month later, Ike could be found having a panic attack and taking it out on his poor roommate.

"Ike, for goodness' sake, calm down." Marth had to keep himself from shouting.

Really now, he couldn't even put his bag down before Ike had started rambling and ranting at him. Marth couldn't even understand any of the words spouting out of the taller man's lips except that he was supposed to help somehow. Yeah.

Ike shut up and stared, although he was obviously far from calm. That was okay, Marth told himself, as long has he wasn't a babbling idiot. He sighed and sat on his bed. "Okay. So, calmly this time, what am I supposed to be helping you with?"

Ike pointed to the messy calendar they shared.

Marth looked at the date he was pointing at and had to choke down his laughter. "White Day?" Marth never expected to be asked to help with that particular day, especially not from Ike.

Ike mutely nodded and Marth could almost see his dignity give out a last squeak before it was squished gone.

"For…Pit?"

Ike nodded again.

"Well…er…You can look with me when I go shopping tomorrow?"

"What are you getting for Roy?"

"Ah…er…he's the one that's…uhm…"

"Ah, sorry."

"That's okay…"

"So you're just getting…courtesy gifts?"

"Yeah, so are you going to go with me?"

"Sure…"

.:~:.

The next day found the two young men looking lost in the doorway of a flower shop. After much debate, they had decided to go into the flower shop first, in an attempt to find something of meaning. However, upon entering the warm air of the shop and being greeted by the sweet smell of flowers, both realized they knew absolutely nothing about flowers.

"Ike? Marth? I never thought I'd see you guys here."

"Samus?" Ike asked in surprise.

"I didn't know you worked here," Marth added.

Samus laughed. "You two look a little lost. Need some help? There's no one else here, so I can use all my time to help you two."

Marth and Ike stepped in, glancing around the shop in wonder. Flowers were everywhere, and they came in every possible shape, color, and size.

As Ike stepped forward to accept a rather thick catalog from Samus, Marth said, "White Day's only a few days away. I thought there would be more people."

Samus shrugged. "From what I know, people usually come in the day before, so you can take all the time you need."

Marth nodded absently as he joined Ike in looking at the various flowers in the catalog.

"So who are the flowers for?"

"Pit," Ike answered, too focused at looking at the various flowers and their meanings to realize the implications of his answer.

"Oh, really…that's interesting," Samus muttered to herself as she left the counter to browse the store. "Come find me if you need me. I'm going to go look for something."

Ike could only make a sound of affirmation and Marth smiled. Ike was really serious about this.

An hour or so later, Samus came back just when Ike had finally chosen. He looked up in time to see her wave a single flower in front of him.

"This?" she asked before he said anything.

He stared at the white camellia in shock. "Yeah."

Samus laughed and smiled. "So do you want a bouquet of them?"

"No. Just one."

Samus' brow rose in mild surprise as she rang in the order on the register. "Just one. So you'll come and pick one up on the day of, I suppose?"

Ike nodded. "I'll get here early. Hopefully to avoid the hassle."

"Do you want a vase?"

"Just a simple one," Ike said after he thought.

Samus nodded, adding that in. "What about you, Marth?"

"Hm?" Marth looked up from a particular flower that had caught his attention. "None, thank you."

Samus smiled. "Is that so…"

Marth silently nodded and looked back down at the catalog as Ike paid.

Camellia, white – You're adorable.

Marth laughed quietly to himself.

"Was something funny?" Ike asked as they walked out.

"You're adorable."

Ike had the grace to blush. "Shut up."

"Okay, okay." Marth smiled and tried to save face. "I think he'll like it, anyhow."

Ike just nodded.

.:~:.

A few days later, Marth was walking to his room, minding his own business, when he was promptly pounced on. He turned around to receive a mouthful of Roy and couldn't help but respond. They pulled away minutes later, both of them panting lightly and Marth was left in a warm haze.

Roy graciously presented a small bouquet of flowers. "For you, my prince."

Marth silently took the bouquet and tried to identify the flowers as a blush made itself known on his cheeks. He thought he might as well put to use that hour of practically loitering in a flower shop. "Arbutus…Hibiscus…and…umm…Blue salvias?"

Roy smiled. "Yeah. Do you know what they mean?"

Marth hummed in thought, trying to remember. "Not exactly."

Roy blushed. "Well, the arbutuses, they mean 'Thee only do I love'; the hibiscuses, mean delicate beauty; and the blue salvias…" He grinned. "I think of you."

Marth smiled. "A little cliché, but not overly so." He gently gave Roy a short kiss. "I love you, too."

Roy laughed. "I wanted to get spider flowers too, alas, the lady wouldn't let me. She thought it was 'brash, unsophisticated, tasteless' and all of these other things."

Marth joined his laughter and kissed him again. He remembered the meaning of that flower bright and clear. It was so overly ridiculous to him; he couldn't help but memorize the meaning. "I hate to disappoint you, Roy, but here will be no eloping going on any time soon."

"Aw, damn."

Marth smiled. "Do I get chocolate?"

Roy hugged him close, careful not to crush the flowers. He brought his lips to Marth's ear and whispered, "If you'll share."

Marth blushed and a tiny smirk formed on his lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

.:~:.

Ike unlocked the door to Pit's room nervously. He couldn't rid himself of the creepy feeling that he was some sort of stalker as he entered the room, cradling the vase with the one camellia in one hand. He also had a small bag of hard candy that he remembered Pit mentioning one day.

He shut the door behind him and tried to decide where to put the items. As soon as the vase made a small thud as he placed it on the table in the middle of the room, Ike heard the lock turn and the door open.

He froze as Pit asked, "Ike? How'd you get in here?"

Ike silently held up the key he had borrowed from Link, trying to hide the flower and the bag as he turned around.

"From Link?" Pit asked, still trying to understand how Ike had come to stand in front of him, right in the middle of his room.

Ike nodded.

Pit noticed that Ike was obviously trying to hide something, and a sly smile appeared on his face. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"Well, you obviously came in here to do something, having gone through the trouble of borrowing a key and all. You haven't thrown me against the wall or bed or anything obscene like that, and you look like you have something there, so what is it?"

Ike remained indecisive for a moment before he brought his hands out from behind his back and showed Pit the flower and the little blue bag. "For you."

"Is that…a camellia?" Pit asked in surprise.

Ike nodded, looking at everything in the room but Pit.

Pit smiled, face turning red. He placed the items on the table and hugged Ike. "It's a bit embarrassing, but I like it. Thank you."

Ike returned the embrace as he asked, "You know the meaning?"

Pit nodded then laughed. "I'm not sure whether to be happy or annoyed that you think of me like that."

Ike smiled and kissed him. "You could be both."

Pit returned the gentle embrace. "How would that work?"

Ike shrugged. "You'll come up with a way."

Pit smiled and shook his head. "Again…I'm both flattered and offended."

"You know, behind that innocent face you have a very devious mind."

Pit grinned. "Will you stop that?!"

Ike smiled innocently. "Stop what?"

"Trying to make me happy and upset with you at the same time. You know what I mean!"

Ike kissed him again. "Alright."