I guess I write when I'm frustrated. o.o And I'm very frustrated today. I'm not going to get all livejournal on fanfic.net, though. e.e So do not fear. Just know that three chapters in two days is very unusual. :/ What can I say? I create quickly.

Even after breakfast, Marth was still just as sickeningly happy as before. Prancing down the hallway toward the male dorms, he was toting along a glass of orange juice and a cereal bar for Roy. "Can't let him starve in there!" he reasoned, merrily bouncing along. (A/N: Trust me, Marthy's giddiness won't last. Not only is Marth a reflection of my mood swings, but he just got some ass, man! :/ I'd be happy too if I was him, but thank God I'm not.)

Turning the corner and heading into the males' dorm hall, Marth apparently overshot his mark as he skipped along, and the Altean slammed face-first into the wall. Tears welling in those big blue eyes, the glass and cereal bar slid out of his hands as he stood frozen for a second. However, once he overcame the shock, Marth swiftly lifted his gloved hands to his nose. "Gods, my face, my perfect complexion! Jebus, did that hurt… Ice!! I need ice before it bruises!"

The prince stopped in mid-whimper as he caught sight of the form that stood in front of him. Though he was no wall, our dark shadow-person was just as solid as one. The prowler towered over the Altean, sadistically grinning down upon him. "Prince Mars, or is it Marth now?" Marth took a surprised step back, giving a threatening snarl as he retracted his hands from his face. He immediately reached for Falchion, only to find his precious sword missing. "There's no need to be hostile, now, Prince," the stalker hissed, one leather-gloved hand coming out of his thick green cloak. "I'm not going to hurt you… No, your body is too precious a tool. It's just what I need."

As the dramatic music got louder, Marth found himself bound in the dark stranger's power. A green aura surrounded him and lifted him from the floor, rendering him helpless to flee. Prowler didn't paralyze him, though; rather, he enjoyed watching Marth struggle. "What do you want with me!? I don't even know you!!" Marth yelped, fear evident in his eyes. The shadow grinned, withdrawing his hand into his cloak. "You may call me Tomoyuki… Though 'Master' will soon be more fitting."

Lifting his head now, the shadow left Tomoyuki's face, and Marth could get a better look at the man's eyes. Clear oculars were pale and almost transparent, green hues putting Marth in a bit of a trance. His other hand – or lack thereof – was drawn from his cloak. Indeed, the man had no right hand, just a clothbound wrist that he almost lovingly stroked against Marth's cheek. The incantation he whispered was one that made the prince's eyes pale just like his, his expression going completely blank. Marth was rendered helpless, put completely in the mage's control.

"MMMMELEE!!" announced the Master Hand over the loudspeaker. All warriors tensed and awaited the selections to be announced. The prowler-mage merely lowered his head with a smirk, taking not more than a second to fix things…

"Marth and Roy versus Bowser and Ganondorf!"

The fiery-haired swordsman groaned as he rolled out of bed, landing on his back in a sheet-tangled heap. "Always always always when I'm trying to sleep," he muttered, extricating himself from his bedding and limping to his closet. He was still a bit sore, y'know.

"Hey, Roy!" His teal-haired companion bounded in through the doorway, going to his own closet to take out his weapon. "Hurry up, woul'ja?!" "I am, I am! It's not like they can start without me." Boxers and undershirt, tunic and leggings… Roy lifted his head and was about to make conversation with his roommate, only to find him gone. "Odd," he thought, "He usually waits for me. Oh well…"

Gearing up for the upcoming battle, the outfit was completed when the Sword of Seals rested in its sheath at Roy's tender posterior. Swordsman paid no mind to the slight pain in his backside, closing his bedroom door before strolling down the hall, alone.

Fin! Or is it?! o.o This story is going to turn out longer than I expected. Leaving characters hanging is so much more fun than just getting to the end so quickly… e.e This story probably isn't going to hold anyone's interest, though. Bah.

PS – When you review – if anyone does – I have a small question. o.o Would the audience object to a rather permanent physical "change" on one of our favorite bishounen? Not to give anything away…