August went by quite quickly and the warm summer days merged into the neutral, somewhat-warm-and-cold days of September. On one certain Friday, other than being assigned a writing assignment that involved researching for AP Art History and doing a reflection in his Chemistry notebook, Ike had some free time to spare over the weekend. Although he was glad that he was left with little work to do, he eventually ran into a dead end. Ike had the habit of getting bored whenever he was left with nothing. What should he do over the weekend? He did not want to waste every precious minute of it! Well, there was always browsing through the internet, but Ike's mother would kick him out of the house to do something more "productive".
In Public Space and Design, the flowers for the homecoming float were nearly finished. Outside, near the wide lawn in front of the art classrooms, the class was spraying multiple colors of spray paint onto their flowers. The air smelled a bit funny, making some of the students hack and cough.
Ike's flower was a bit strange and hard to describe. It had bluish-purple pedals sprayed with silvery spray paint, making it sparkle in the light. Its pollinator was originally orange, however Ike overdid the decorating. He accidentally sprayed pale-green, sky-blue, and a spot of gold spray paint on it in effort to make it stand out from the others'.
"Hey, yours look really good!" Link commented as he sprayed a tone of bright yellow paint onto his flower's green petals. Its pollinator was a bright, eye-catching red.
"Thanks!" Ike replied. "I like yours too!"
Link nodded and smiled in thanks. He looked at Roy, who was eying the details on his flower. Much to Ike's bother, it nearly looked exactly like his, only that the pollinator was sprayed with white paint and the petals were purpler. Why couldn't he use his creativity? Did he really need to copy Ike's flower?
"Hey Roy, did you copy Ike's flower?" Link teasingly asked.
In realization, Roy's face turned into a bright shade of red as he quickly shook his head no. No, he didn't'! It just happened to look like Ike's! Link chuckled at Roy's response and went back to work.
Now that the entire class was out, Ike had a better chance to identify his classmates. He recognized Zelda, who was shaking a can of gold spray paint. Trying not to let the cactus's thorn pinch his rear, Ike quickly looked away at another direction. He spotted Fox and Falco loudly talking to each other as they decorated their flower, not fully paying attention. As Falco pressed on the nozzle of a flaming orange, a blast of stinging lava suddenly flew into his eyes, causing him to scream in pain. A few of the surrounding students gasped.
"Oh crud!" Marth exclaimed, quickly getting up and hurrying into the classroom. "Mr. Pherae!"
Ike and his classmates watched Eliwood and Fox hurriedly lead the shouting Falco to the nearest bathroom. Falco's hurtful eyes grew teary as they tried to expel the chemical out of his precious flesh.
"Wow, epic fail!" Link softly chuckled to himself. Ike nodded in agreement.
"Does anyone have gold paint?" Ike heard Zelda asked out loud. Her question was followed by a "Um, no.", a "Nope.", and a "Well, I'll check!".
Link spotted a can of gold spray paint sitting next to him. Taking this as a chance to talk to Zelda, he took and brought it to her. "I got some!"
Zelda took the spray paint and gently pressed its nozzle. Strangely, only a strong gust of freezing air emitted from it. After pressing the nozzle harder, Zelda shook it and heard an empty clinging noise, indicating that the can was empty. Link noticed the annoyed gleam in her eyes and hurried away in embarrassment.
"Did you try to impress Zelda again?" Ike asked.
"Um... Yeah." Link answered, looking down at the ground sadly. "I failed again..."
Two scientists walked down the white hallways of the research facility. One of them was a dark-toned man in his thirties with short ginger hair and hazel eyes. The other was a gray-furred wolf.
"It's been three weeks, and we still hadn't found Experiment #9!" Wolf said to his partner Ganondorf in annoyance. "Zephiel is getting really impatient! Are the spies doing their jobs?!"
"From what I heard, only a few spies were sent to Smashville. They need time to blend in their surroundings, so none of the citizens would get suspicious." Ganondorf answered. "Still, Zephiel wants the boy back in the facility as soon as possible."
"It still isn't confirmed that the boy is in Smashville. He might be somewhere else! We need someone who can travel to different cities quickly."
"Like, by flight?"
"Yes!"
"I think we have a solution to this problem. Follow me."
Ganondorf led Wolf to a small room. There, a large glass window separated them from a lonely fourteen-year-old brunette with angelic wings. He toyed with the soft fabric of his white shirt as he blankly gazed at the floor with purplish eyes.
Wolf froze for a second. "Wait, we are going to send him to search for Experiment #9!?" he asked in shock. "What if he uses this as a chance to escape?"
"Pit is firmly disciplined." Ganondorf explained. "He is strictly trained to think that following our orders is his only duty in life."
"Did Zephiel allow this?" Wolf carefully asked again.
"He does not know of this idea." Ganondorf answered. He began to exit the room. "Let's ask him about it."
Wolf followed his partner out of the room. Pit did not notice the two entering and exiting the room. He continued to stare at the floor, like if it was one humongous TV.
After decorating their flowers, Ike and his classmates began to clean up the classroom. Flowers of different colors and shapes were sitting on the tables. A few students were sweeping the floor with brooms. Owain and Lucina were carefully cleaning paint brushes. Link, Ike, Marth, and Roy were standing around their table, discussing what they were going to do over the weekend.
Red approached the four. "Hey guys, can I ask you a question?"
"What is it?" Marth asked.
"I'm thinking of inviting you guys to my Pokemon farm, since I have nothing better to do." Red explained. "Are you guys interested?"
"I'm coming!" Link answered with a glitter in his eyes.
"I would like to go." Marth sighed. "But I need to ask Dad first."
"Same here." Ike said.
Red nodded in understanding. "Message me on Smashbook if you can or can't come."
When Ike, Mist, and Roy finally arrived home after school, the first thing Ike did was ask Elena if he could go to Red's farm on Saturday. In doubt, Elena suggested that he should finish his homework as soon as possible. Although he disliked getting started on his work right away, Ike obeyed his mother's wishes and immediately got started on his work.
The reflections for Chemistry was incredibly easy for Ike; he just needed to draw something that included the most important parts of his notes. It was as as easy as adding. However, when he started his writing assignment for AP Art History, Ike crashed into a brick wall. The gears in his brain REFUSED to turn! He gathered as much information about the art pieces in effort to oil the stiff gears. Yet, the gears only turned a bit before coming to a complete halt. Tapping his computer mouse loudly, Ike huffed loudly in frustration. How could he finish this assignment by tonight?!
Roy sat next to Ike. He was also working on the very same writing assignment. However, instead of helplessly browsing through the Internet, he was calmly writing down a paragraph, answering the questions thoroughly. Ike raised an eyebrow in confusion. How was Roy able to answer the questions quickly?
After two hours of struggling with the questions, Ike finally managed to barely answer all of the questions. He put his assignment in his binder, flopped onto his bed, and sighed loudly. Roy plopped next to him and looked at him with his wide navy blue eyes.
"Roy, how did you managed to finish that assignment so easily?" Ike asked.
Roy only shrugged his shoulders. Taking the gesture as an "I don't know.", Ike turned on his iPhone, logged onto Smashbook, and sent a quick message to Red.
"Red, I can go to your Pokemon farm." he typed.
Red replied, "Thats great!"
"Can the others come?"
"Well, Marth cant come because of his dad. Link is coming though."
"Alright. Well, talk to you later. I need to go now."
"Cya."
After finishing his conversation with Red, Ike began to browse through his Crimean friends' posts and photos. One of them included a picture of Oscar hanging out in the park with Boyd and Rolf. The three green-haired brothers looked extremely happy. Another was Rhys being in a relationship with Mia. Soren's latest status mentioned that he was invited to a famous college, which made Ike smile. Good for him.
A feeling of loneliness began to ache in Ike's heart. The last time he saw his friends was on the last day of school. They did not have a chance to personally say their final goodbyes to him, as once when Ike got home, his parents announced to him and Mist that they were moving in a few days. In angst, Ike immediately told his friends via messaging. With a small, sad sigh, Ike began to browse through pictures of him spending time with his friends back at Crimea. Nostalgia began to flutter in his stomach.
Roy saw the pictures and gently nudged Ike on the shoulder. When Ike looked at him in confusion, Roy pointed to the pictures.
"Oh, they are my friends from Crimea." Ike began, smiling sadly. "I miss them. Over summer break, my family had to move to Smashville because it was much closer to my Dad's new job."
Roy looked down unhappily. Ike scowled at the sudden thought of his father Gawain.
"I don't see why Dad couldn't drive an extra five miles to his new job." Ike thought, shaking his head sadly.
Author's Notes: "Marth can't come because of his dad". Darn it, Mr. Lowell. :/
Here's the boring chapter 9! In this chapter, I decided to reveal the reason why Ike and his family moved to Smashville and introduce Pit's role in the story. Hopefully, I'm not making Ike so obnoxiously whiny that it chases my readers you wonder what are the "flowers" Ike and his friends are creating, it's based on a project I did in my art class. It's kinda hard to describe.
Also, I don't think I mentioned this but, I'm already finished with about 4 future chapters, so I'm going to stop writing the chapters and take some suggestions.
Story Questions:
(You don't need to answer this) Any suggestions on who should appear and what should happen in the story?
Why do you think Roy is incredibly intelligent?
If you were Ike, would you greatly dislike Gawain for moving to Smashville?
Out of all of Ike's teachers, which one is the best in your opinion? The worst?