Unlike most of the Mansion, Marth's room was always spotlessly clean.
No clothes were lying on the floor, no thing lying out of order, the room well-kept. This was the room of a respected prince and an experienced commander.
Said prince was sitting in the middle of the room, polishing his brilliant sword, Falchion.
Marth liked cleanliness. Cleanliness meant order, order meant no trouble, no trouble meant he could relax.
Just then, the sunlight filtering through his window caught sight of a single dust speck, floating daintily along.
Faster then the eye could blink, Falchion swung, it's very tip glowing with blue light, and struck the dust speck. The speck became nothing more then atoms.
Marth chuckled slightly, before getting back to his polishing.
As he finished his task and was admiring his handiwork, Marth realised that someone had slipped a piece of paper through his door.
Sighing to himself, sensing his peace was over, Marth sheathed Falchion and walked over to retrieve the slip.
It said two words: Living Room.
Shrugging, Marth decided to investigate.
As he neared his destination, he passed King Dedede.
"Morning." Marth greeted, receiving a nod from the penguin king, who also said to the prince. "Best watch yourself, prince. Some varmint made a mess of the living room, and Peach is on the warpath."
Marth gulped. Somehow, the slip of paper in his pocket felt like a curse of some kind.
Regardless, Marth carried on. Hopefully, Peach wasn't around.
Marth opened the living room door. Empty, except for a whole load of mess. Disgusted but curious, Marth ventured further, when he suddenly heard the door shut. He spun round. And mentally signed his will.
Princess Peach, carrying various cleaning utensils, her golf club and an ugly look that Marth instantly cringed at.
"Hello, my little prince." Peach hissed. "Mind explaining THIS?!"
Wishing not to be castrated, Marth went to 'beg for life' mode. "Princess, I CAN explain. You see, Ike, Pit and I were looking for Pit's special chocolate surprise! It meant so much to him! Surely, you wouldn't let an innocent angel be consumed by sadness?"
Peach nodded. "Yep, you are absolutely right."
Marth sighed in relief.
"Too bad Ike's skedaddled and Pit is also AWOL! So you're the only culprit left!"
Marth hastily backed off and Peach advanced on him. "Please, Peach, grant me mercy, I beg of you!"
"You have one hour." Peach snapped, tossing him the cleaning stuff. "If this room is not spotless when I get back, every deity in existence will gasp in deepest horror at what I will do to you. This punishment befall you if a single speck of dust remains when I get back"
Marth felt his brain wither up and die.
With a sudden, genuine cheerful smile, Peach skipped away merrily, humming a happy tune.
Marth felt his brain come back to life so it could wither up and die again.
Author's Notes: Poor old Marth. All that mess wasn't really his fault. Too bad the other two are AWOL. I don't question why. Peach has gotten awfully violent lately! XD.