Smashers Secondary Boarding School

Chapter 10: Contradiction and Irony

Disclaimer: I don't own Super Smash Bros. or any of the other games, places, objects or characters mentioned. I wish I owned Pikachu pajama bottoms… But I don't… tear

"DAMN IT!" Roy screamed, his fist coming in contact with the ground. He had figured out what he needed to do, he just did not know how to do it. "GODS! What am I going to do?!"

Roy could feel tons of emotions flowing through him. Anger, sadness, but mostly guilt. "All the fun emotions," he thought.

"Why am I so stupid?" Roy muttered, rolling onto his back and sitting up, bringing his knees to his chest. "So very fucking stupid. No one else gets themselves into this soft of mess. Just me. Me and my fucking retarded temper and my don't-think-just-do attitude…"

Roy flinched when he felt something wet roll down his arm. It took him a moment to realize what it was. "Shit… I'm… crying?" he asked himself. He had not noticed the tears that had silently rolled from his eyes.

Hopelessness now started engulfing him. "I fucked everything up," Roy thought sadly. "Marth will never forgive me. Not after what I did to him."

Much to Roy's surprise, a sob escaped his lips. He truly felt lower than dirt for what he had done to Marth, and what he had to do about Ike only added to his heavy conscience.

"Gods… What have I done?"

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to tell Peach I could handle being alone," Marth thought, a few tears falling onto the pages into his red and black checkered journal. Somehow he had convinced himself that everything involving Roy was his fault.

"It has to be my fault," Marth muttered. "I mean, really, how could I expect telling a happily taken guy I liked him would go well?"

A short moment of silence was interrupted with a sob as Marth filled the blank pages of his journal with black letters. He poured his heart and soul into everything he wrote, whether is be "emo" poetry or a journal entry, for when his words could not come out in rhythm. The recent events left him feeling rather useless and unimaginative, so a journal entry was all that filled presently blank page.

He filled the page with all his anger and hurt, but basically he was asking the same two questions over and over again, just in different ways. "Why did Roy react the way he did?" and "Was it really his fault?"

After a few pages of his silent release, he felt his eyes begin to droop and eventually much-needed claimed him. He still clutched his beloved pen and journal in his hands.

"Thank you, Pit," Peach said, smiling lightly as her and said boy walked back into their dormitory. "I really needed to get out of here for awhile."

Pit smiled a goofy childish smile. "It was no problem," he said happily. "I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. Just, make sure there's no seafood around. Maybe we should go to Italian! How could you possibly go wrong with pasta?"

Peach smiled again and shook her head, knowing that Pit would still find something to freak out about. He would probably flip if he saw tortellini or ravioli. "Well, I had a great time," Peach said and gave Pit a small kiss on the cheek in gratitude. This caused Pit to turn about thirty-seven different shades of red. With that, Peach left, deciding she needed to check on Marth before she turned in for the night.

Pit, on the other hand, decided to sit on the couch and relax. He normally would have gone to his room, but he was terrified he would find Ike and Roy in an awkward position. He really did not want to end a good day like that. "Octopus," he mumbled and he plopped down on the plush couch, shuttering. "I can't eat anything with suction cups."

A few moments later, the door opened reveling proof that Pit's room was indeed safe.

"Roy?" Pit thought, noticing said person looked rather upset. "I don't want to get involved in this. My sanity is already threatening to crack." Pit sat very still. "Maybe if I don't move he won't notice me." He grinned, rather smitten with his ingenious idea. "I'll blend in just like a chameleon!"

Just then, Roy sat in the chair that was to the right of the couch.

"…Really, why is my life so ironic?" Pit thought miserably. "Why?! Well, at least he hasn't said anything."

"Pit, I need to talk to someone," Roy said after a few moments of silence.

"Damn it," Pit thought bitterly. "Sometimes, I really wish I could be an asshole." Pit mentally twitched, and said, "What's wrong Roy?"

Roy swallowed, trying to figure out how to be as vague as possible. "Well, I need to tell someone something and I don't exactly know how to go about doing it," he murmured, biting his bottom lip nervously. "It's very important, but very, erm… What's the word? I think you would call it emotionally distressing. You know, matters of the heart and what-not."

Pit looked at Roy, tilting his head to one side. "Now, what that fuck does that mean?" he thought. "How am I supposed to give good advice if I don't know what the hell he's talking about?" He had always known he would snap at his stay here, but he was starting to realize it would be sooner rather than later.

"Just say what you mean," Pit said, faking cheerfulness. "Being honest is the best way to go about anything!"

Roy's eyes widened. "But being honest will crush him!" he exclaimed quickly.

Pit's left eye twitched slightly, but it went unnoticed to Roy. "Well, then don't be blunt," he said, his fake-cheerfulness kind of fading away. "You know, be vague." Mentally, he added, "Like you are right now."

"But I have to be honest. I owe that to him," Roy said worriedly.

"Okay, did he hear a word I said?" Pit thought, feeling his temper rise. "Whatever, don't say anything."

"What do I do, Pit?" Roy asked, desperately. Suddenly, he looked up like an idea had dawned on him. "Well, I can do this stuff tomorrow. Let's watch some TV!" Roy's mood was lifted instantly. "Whatcha wanna watch?"

Pit tilted his head to the side in confusion again. "A.D.D. much?" he thought.

Marth slowly began to stir as he felt a weight on the usual spot on his bed. He looked up from his pillow, groggily, and met a pair of large blue eyes.

"Hello, sunshine," Peach said cheerfully, trying to suppress her grin which had been caused by her great night with Pit. "How are you feeling?"

Marth slowly sat up. How did he feel? He shrugged. "Numb, I guess," he said tiredly. "Maybe that is only because I have just woken up, though."

"It'll be alright," Peach replied, still smiling. "Don't let it get to you. This isn't your fault, you know. Roy is just… Confused."

Marth glanced at Peach, his hair falling over his eyes. "What makes you think that?"

Peach was silent for a moment. "I have my ways."

Marth knew what that meant. She had talked to Roy and most likely knew everything there was to know about how it was his fault. Marth averted his eyes from his friends and to the floor and shook his head so his hair hid his eyes, feeling tears fill his eyes for the millionth time that day. "It's all my fault…" he thought sadly.

"Damn it, Marth!" Peach exclaimed, knowing why Marth had hid his face from her. "It isn't your fault. It's his! He's confused about his relationship with Ike." Peach's eyes widened, knowing that she had just said more than she should have. She had just violated her trust code. "Well," she thought, "Marth is the most trust-worthy person I know. He'd never tell Ike. And besides, I think he really needed to know that."

Marth looked up, the tears ceasing to be created. Shock was written all over his face. "…What?" Marth asked, looking completely confused. "He… But, why?"

Peach smiled lightly, knowing Marth would cease to place the blame of today's events on himself. "Well, you can't tell anyone. Not even Roy, and especially not Ike, alright?" She paused for a moment, and Marth nodded, encouraging her to go on. "He doesn't love Ike like THAT and he's confused about the relationship. When you kissed him, it was like you were challenging their relationship, so he got very defensive."

"Oh… My… Gods," Marth said, still shocked. "This changes a lot…"

Peach smiled. She could sleep peacefully tonight and not have to sneak into Marth's bathroom to hide the razor blades. "Yes, is does. Well, my work is complete. I must go. Sleep is calling." Peach got up from the bed and started walking towards the door.

"Wait a second," Marth said, following.

Peach turned to face him, and was immediately in a grateful embrace.

"Peach," Marth said as he pulled away, smiling lightly. "Thank you."

Pit smiled happily as he snuggled into his warm, soft, peach comforter. "Finally, after a long day I can descend into the land of dreams!" he thought as sleep was about to claim him.

But, he was interrupted. The door flew open and the light went on soon after.

"…Fucking evil roommates," he thought angrily. "I can't wait until I'm a junior and I get my OWN room!" He sat up, and the comforter fell reveling his toned, pale chest. He knew Ike would not let him go to sleep for awhile. He probably wanted to talk about something.

"Pit?" Ike asked as he sat down on his bed.

"…I so called that," Pit thought. "Yes, Ike?" he asked.

"I need to get something off of my chest," Ike said, sitting up from his bed.

"Of course you do," Pit thought. "So you come to the least stable person in this dormitory?" Pit pulled back the comforter and sat on the edge of his bed, examining the little pikachu's on his pajama bottoms. "What's the matter?" Pit asked.

"Well, there's really no easy way to say this," Ike paced around the room, looking rather uncomfortable, "You can't tell ANYONE this, alright?"

Pit nodded. "But please, stop pacing. You're going to make me dizzy."

Ike smiled a little and sat down beside Pit. "You're going to hate me after I tell you this."

"I'm sure it can't be that," Pit started to say, but was interrupted.

"I did something awful while I was away," Ike said, finding the posters he had hung on his side of the room more interesting than usual. "I have been… Unfaithful to Roy."

Pit's eyes widened in shock. "But you two always seemed so happy," Pit said quickly. "How… what happened?"

"I was confused about us," Ike said. "I didn't think I loved him. I thought it was pure lust. I decided to test that theory."

Pit's eyes just about doubled in size, and his mouth was agape. "Oh my Gods… Oh my Gods. Oh my GODS!" his mind was screaming. His thoughts were jumbled around like a Jenga puzzle after it has collapsed.

"It was just supposed to be a kiss," Ike went on, "just a simple kiss. A little peck. But one peck turned into two, and the next morning I woke up beside someone." Ike swallowed a lump in his throat. "That's not even the worst part."

"How can that NOT be?" Pit's mind exclaimed. "You tell me you bring someone other than your significant other to bed and that's NOT the worst part? What could be worse than that?"

"I didn't feel guilty about it," Ike sighed.

"…Contradicted yet again," Pit thought. "A common thing in the world of Pit. Yup, Pit's world. A world with contradictions and irony up the yin yang."

"After that I knew I didn't love him," Ike said. "I know I have to break up with him. But it's so difficult. I know I WILL feel guilt when I see that hurt expression in his eyes…" He paused for a minute or two. "I also figured something out," he said, looking at Pit.

"What is that?" Pit figured out, getting his unexpected response instantly.

His response was a pair of lips connecting to his. Not just a pair if lips though. He also had a tongue being shoved down his throat.

It took Pit a moment to register what exactly was going on, and as soon as he did he pulled away.

"What… the hell?" he asked.

"I was hoping that after I ended it with Roy, we could be together," Ike replied.

Pit's eyes widened again. "Ike, I'm strait," Pit said quietly.

Ike smirked. "I bet I could change that," he said cockily and brought his lips to Pit's again as his hand went to the hem of his pikachu pajama bottoms.

A moment later, Ike was on the floor, rather worried that he would wake up the next morning with a black eye. Yes, Pit punched him.

Pit glared daggers at Ike. "I told you, I'm fucking strait!" Pit exclaimed, extremely pissed off. "And I'm not a piece of meat, and I'm not fucking easy!" It took everything in him to refrain from kicking Ike in the nuts. "Get out of my fucking room. I don't want to have to worry about being molested in the middle of the night."

Ike smirked again. "You know you'd like it."

Pit grabbed Ike but the collar and dragged him out of the room, throwing him into the hall. "I fucking told you to get out."

With that, he slammed the door and locked it. This was going to be a very long night.

Drama… So much drama.

Just like real high school…