Ame: It's been a long time since I wrote something ^^;; and this was written in 2 hours, so be nice.

In the closet

Dark blue eyes fluttered open as the sunlight hit his face.  Marth grumbled as he sat up rubbing his head.  He much wanted to just roll over with his back to the light, but there was much to be done for the competition today.  No time for extra sleeping sadly.

Marth looked over to the bed on the other side of the room and smiled.  On that bed was a big lump with a red mop sticking out of it, in other words, Roy.  The blue haired prince placed his feet on the soft carpet and smiled, "Roy...oh Rooooy."

"Mmmm..." Roy shuffled under the covers.

"Roy, it's time to get up," Marth said as he took his brush from his night table and ran it through his hair.  "Don't make me chuck my brush at you, Roy-boy."

"Nyeh... don't call me that, Marth…" the auburn haired teen grumbled as he reluctantly forced himself to sit up.  His red hair was smeared all over his face, he looked like a mess, but that was what made him so adorable.

The 18 year-old stood up, "What's wrong with it? I like it, in fact I think it suits you very well." He stretched letting out a big yawn so un-Marth-like.  "Jeez, don't you think they should give us more time to rest? We're the fighters after all, and yet we're the ones who are cleaning, cooking, fixing broken things, preparing the stages for battles and fighting."

"Mou...the master hand is just too cheap to hire people to serve us I guess, whatever, I don't care," Roy stuffed his face back into his pillow with a snort.

"I told you to get up Roy!" Marth tossed his brush at Roy and hit him in the back of his head.

"AH! HEY what the hell way that for?!" he whined rubbing the back of his head.

Marth crossed his arms, "I said get up, and I expect you to get up."

The 15 year-old hissed at Marth before stepping off his bed muttering something about slave driver.  Roy ran his hand through his hair a couple of times before it was decent enough to walk out.  He took a shirt from a pile at the foot of his bed and put it on.

"Honestly Roy, I don't see how you can wear filthy clothes..."

"They're not filthy, just cause they're not washed and ironed doesn't mean they're dirty," he retorted, imitating Marth by standing up straight trying to make sure his hair was perfect.

"That's not funny," Marth growled as he stood outside the bathroom, holding his clothes.

Roy grinned, "Who said it was supposed to be funny?"

"I don't like you."

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"Heeeeey! Get back here you little shit!!" adult Link yelled as he chased his younger version down the hallway.  "Give me back my hat!!"

"Nyeeeh~!" Young Link giggled as he stuck his tongue out.  "Catch me if you ca—ooof!" Link ran into Marth just as he stepped out his dorm room.  Young Link winced as he opened his eyes to see the blue haired prince, "Kya! Sorry Marth-kun! I didn't mean to r-run into you!!" the youth pushed himself off him, face flushed.

"There you are you stupid boy!" Link growled at his younger self.  "Oh, morning Marth, Roy," he looked at Marth on the floor then at Roy who was standing behind the fallen prince.

"Good morning, Link," Roy smiled, waving at the blond.

Marth pushed himself up then offered a hand to Young Link to assist him up but Young Link didn't take it, he just stood up on his own and dusted himself up.

"Well anyway, I'll see you guys later," Link smiled as he took his younger version but the collar and dragged him away.

"That was...unusual..." Marth mused out loud.

"Ehh...I've seen weirder things," Roy smiled as he pushed Marth forward and closed the door behind him.  "Come on, I heard the girls are cooking today, I don't want to miss that!!"

"All right, all right, I'm going!"

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"I'd like that, and that...oh and that...some of those…and I guess a bit of that..." Roy said as he pointed to various foods, and watched them place it on his tray.  When Marth and Roy got to the table, Roy had on his tray enough to feed five people.  "Man, I'm starving!!"

"I assumed you were, seeing how you practically robbed the cafeteria of its food," the blue haired prince gingerly placed his tray on the table and sat down.  "I don't see how you, being a small boy, can eat all of that."

"Who are you calling a small boy?" Roy muttered with his mouth full of scrambled eggs.

"You," Marth said bluntly as he took a sip of his coffee.

The red haired teen glared at him, "We're only three years apart!"

"Three years is quite a long time I'll have you know."

"Is not!!" he growled.

Marth rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to argue about this, Roy."

"Pfft, fine, loser."

The blue haired teen frowned, Roy always was so stubborn, but he was never cold.  Lately he's been on the edge and bitter, maybe it was just the stress from the competition.  They both continued to eat with not another word spoken.

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"Somebody help!!!!" Peach shrieked as she ran out the kitchen.

Link quickly ran over to her, "What's wrong?! What happened, Peach?"

"Daisy!! She was kidnapped! T-this man...he came in from the window and took her away, Zelda is inside, he punched her; I think she's dead!!"

"What?!" Link's face turned a sickly pale color.  "Did you see this man's face?!"

"N-no..." Peach cried, her face in her hands.

Marth stood up and ran over to Link and Peach and entered the conversation.  "Peach, calm down, please..." he said in a cool voice, "I'll go check on Zelda, Link, You should go contact Master Hand."  The blue haired Prince stepped into the kitchen, and in the corner he saw Zelda leaned against the wall, clutching her stomach.  "Zelda, are you alright?" he bent down and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I-I'm okay...alive nonetheless," she managed to mutter.

"That's good to hear," Marth smiled softly.  "Zelda, would you be able to tell me what this man looked like?"

"I-I...he was...tall...a-and he had a..." Zelda collapsed on Marth before she could finish what she was saying.

You'll never find me...one by one...you'll all disappear...

Marth heard the voice ring in his head.  "Who's there?!?!"