Bah. My first fic! e.e And this chapter is so uninteresting. Severely lacking humor, a few dry plot-hints, and lots of blah. Oh well. Review gently, 'cause I already know how much this chapter sucks. Warning, yaoi flavor ahead.
The chilly autumn evening was one fitting to the mood. The dismal glow of the moon, occasionally marred by a few stray fall leaves, cast a somber light over the dusty city it hung above. Only one person prowled this sleeping asphalt jungle, a person which should have been in bed at such an ungodly hour. Pacing about the rooftops, the trench coat-clad stranger was letting his long white hair flow freely in the brisk wind, his eyes not shown beneath his choppy bangs. His glasses, however, glinted with eerie malice from the shadow of his face.
The strange shadow selected a particular rooftop vantage point, one that gave him a perfect view of the building next-door. It was none other than the Super Smash Brothers complex, recently renovated and turned into the Melee House. Behind those stone walls were several battlefields, several more diverse warriors, and the prowler's single target.
"Ah… There," he snarled, stopping on his rooftop pace to peer into one of the many windows. He was looking on the side of the building that housed the male dormitories. The specific room he was looking for was, of course, the Fire Emblem Boys' room. From his position, the outsider had a perfect view of one of the bunks, and sitting on the bed was none other than the youthful Roy. The fiery-haired warrior was sitting on his bed, cleaning fresh blood from his blade. It was obvious from his still-bleeding cuts that he'd come from a late-night battle.
"My, he hasn't changed a bit." The prowler strained to watch the swordsman. "Still so young and handsome, still with that ridiculous hairstyle. He's keeping the Sword of Seals well, I see…But what's this?" The stranger was intrigued to see another shadow blocking his view (or rather enhancing it, some Marth fangirls would say). "Blue hair, and a … Tiara? Tell me it isn't Prince Marth. That Altean should be cozy in his palace, getting a manicure! He's no warrior. He must be, though, if he's joined this little circus."
The stranger continued to watch with little interest as the two sword-wielding teens quietly conversed in their room, Marth taking a seat on his comrade's bed. While observing, he continued to talk to himself. "So they were right, Roy has abandoned the principality. But why? I would have done anything to have gained his prestigious position, even kill." The shadow clenched his one good fist. "If I still could with a blade… Then I would be the one holding the Sword of Seals. I would be the one wearing that bandanna. I wouldn't be the one standing out here in the cold!"
Taking a pause before his second rant, the prowler felt his breath catch in his throat as he began to really see what was going on behind that windowpane. Unless his eyes were deceiving him, he was observing nothing short of yaoi! One strong warrior atop the other, the pair of swordsmen was rolling around atop the bed sheets, helplessly tangled up in one another. He thought they were just playfully wrestling (like that'd make it any less perverse), that is until he saw clothing flying.
"My gods!" he exclaimed, reeling back as he lifted a hand to his bleeding nose. Teetering first backwards, then frontward, stealthy prowler didn't catch himself in time to prevent the fall he took. His flight landed abruptly; he was rudely introduced to the alley below with a clatter of trashcans. A shaking fist was raised from one of the dumpsters. "Nnh, I'll get you for this, Roy!" Hauling himself out of the trash, prowler yipped as he held his now gushing nostrils. "For everything you've done to me!!" And, leaving a trail of blood behind him, the shadow hobbled quickly down the sidewalk.
Kiss was broken with Roy's alarmed murmur. "Wait. Did you hear something?" "Hear what?" The blue-haired Altean prince seemed only half interested in conversation as he looked down into his lover's eyes. Trembling hands were at Roy's hips, and his belt was swiftly being undone. "Don't think about it, don't worry about it, I'm sure it was nothing, whatever it was…" Words were rushed, as Marth was eager to get into the deed he'd initiated.
"I don't know, Marth. I really think someone's out there," Roy whispered as he tried to sit up. He was trying in vain, however, and was gently forced back down. The older boy smiled. "I'm sure it's nothing. Just relax, you've had a hard night." Roy opened his mouth to argue, but his words were muffled with a forced kiss.
Neither boy could imagine the nightmare that would await them in the days to come.
My. o.o Was it really all that painful? Review if you feel so inclined. I promise, chapter two will be 284327934 times better. ;.; Really!