UUUGH. WHAT AN UNINTERESTING CHAPTER.

e.e I write so slow when the chapters are uninteresting. Thus, this is a day late. Just boring foreshadowing. Feh.

It does skip some time, too. Be warned.

Roy chose not hang around his dorm room much that day, not after the events of that morning. It was hard to find a place to be alone in the Melee House, so the swordsman had to settle for a couch in the relatively quiet House library. Stretched out across the three cushions, he pretended to be reading one of the thick leather-bound books he found there, but his mind was constantly wandering from the neatly-printed pages of the ancient book.

"I just don't understand what happened out there," Roy thought to himself, arched brows drawn down over those crystal eyes. He was thoroughly disturbed by the abrupt attitude adjustment in his friend. The pervious night, Roy was being covered in affections, but the following morning, Marth betrayed and even snapped at him! But the sting of Marth's words and actions was only half of Roy's worry. The swordsman was accustomed to the affectionate feelings he'd begun to harbor for his roommate, and he was equally used to what minor hurts Marth occasionally inflicted upon him. Though…

Roy was more used to having Marth being very selfless and heroic around him, to the extent that he went a little overboard most times. More often than not, Roy would be perfectly capable of countering an attack only to find himself behind a human shield. The blue-haired prince's stupid stunts such as these frequently got him instantly KO'd, and even though Roy usually yelled at him for it, fiery swordsman was grateful for the care his friend displayed.

Roy sighed, idly turning a page in his unread book. "It's so strange, though, that he said that to me. I wouldn't mind that he didn't step in, but he didn't have to make such rude comments… 'I can't hold your hand forever.' Where have I heard that before?…"

The thought of hands made Roy uneasy for some reason, and the swordsman sighed as he laid the book down on his chest. Lavender eyes turned their attention to his company, the psi Pokemon, who had pried his attention from his own book and was currently staring right back at Roy. "Something bothering you?" Though his lips didn't move (sheez, does he even have lips?), Mewtwo's voice clearly echoed off the walls of Roy's mind. Roy sighed, sitting up. "Not at all, why do you ask?" "Well, I saw Marth before, and he was acting just as strangely as you are," he commented. "I didn't know you could read." "Hnf, thanks for the vote of confidence… Nothing's bothering me, Mewtwo." Roy stood, not willing to let his mind be pried just now, and his book was laid on the couch as he exited.

Mewtwo sighed, glancing at the cover of El Mucacho de la Mancha: Don Quixote. "What I meant to say is that I didn't know he knew how to read Spanish…"

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Ph33r the power of stupid people in large groups.

Most Smashers avoided Peach and Daisy's dorm on slow Saturday nights, mostly because of the noxious fumes wafting from behind that heart-shaped door. When shut in – as they were while the House was on lockdown – the pair amused themselves with trivial, girly things: nail polish, curlers, mud masks and gossip. The pair was currently curled up on Daisy's yellow comforter, both in their pajamas as they indulged in pink polish and girl-talk.

"So when Nana asked me about the color of her new parka, I had to be honest!" Daisy went on, carelessly waving her hand in the air. "I told her that the gray just made her look deathly pale." Peach nodded in approval of her friend's fashion sense. "I'm sure that if we weren't here, the entire House would look just awful!" she squeaked, blowing on her wet nails. The sagacious pair had made such costume suggestions as Samus's pink armor, Fox's pink boots, and Captain Falcon's pink and white outfit. How, erm, charming.

"So anyways," Daisy continued to gossip, "Have you heard about Marth and Roy?" The names caused Peach to lift her eyes from her nails. "What, have they taken our costume suggestions yet?" "Well, no," the brunette grinned as she lowered her voice, "but I've heard that they've been having a few 'disagreements' ever since that one Melee. I heard that those two were having a screaming match out in the guys' hallway the one day! Roy is pretty upset that Marth's starting to turn his nose up." "I guess Marth's finally figured out he's too good for Roy!" Peach giggled. "I heard it's so bad between them that Roy's been sleeping out on the couch in the library!" "Have you seen him out there?" Daisy asked, incredulous. "Well, no, but Jigglypuff has! An-"

"STAMINA!" Peach's words were interrupted by the loudspeaker. The pair was silent, setting aside their polishes as they intently waited for the choices to be announced.

"Marth versus Roy!"

Peach and Daisy exchanged an excited glance as slow smiles broke out across their faces. This was one battle they had to watch!

Ugh. The end of this chapter is terrible, it's so rushed. XD I'm so right about the pink outfits though, aren't I?

And for the Spanish impaired, I think that the title of the book he's reading is "The Man of La Mancha: Don Quixote." e.e It's a real book, not sure if that's the Spanish title…