Alright, chp. 2. I hope all of you enjoyed the last one. The Character POV will change. I don't own Fire Emblem 1, 3, 6 or 7 or SSBM.
EDITED: Friday, May 4th 2007
Eyes of Sorrow
Chapter 2
The next morning, I woke up--excited. I knew today was going to be an excellent day. Now I would be able to start a story and find out more about Roy.
I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. I then took a shower, brushed my teeth and put on my casual clothes. After I was done, my door swung open and Roy stepped in (Can't he just knock for once?).
"Hey, Peach, again. Told me to call you down..." He eyed my laptop. "About to write another story about me, hm? When you're done, tell me, so I can read it. Anyway, you'd better hurry down..." Roy finished in a soft voice, walking down the hall.
...Was it just me, or did he seem weaker?
I noticed he was struggling to keep himself up, plus he looked tired. And there he went again, saying negative things.
----------EOS----------
I jumped down the stairway, ready to eat. The Smashers were there, besides Roy. Peach didn't even bother making his food.
I eyed Link and Young Link, who were eating their omelets in disdain. ...Didn't Peach know that they hated it?
"Hey, blonde. I noticed you didn't make any food for Roy." Falco pointed out and Peach just shrugged.
"Oh I didn't? Too bad."
Mario and Yoshi coughed loudly at her comment, rattling the table.
"That wasn't nice." I said.
"Well, life ain't fair, kid." She declared.
Okay then... I gazed at Marth; maybe he knew something about Roy.
"Hey. I've noticed that he looks kind of thinner." Fox said, placing his elbows on the table as he stared over at the Princess. Peach made a gesticulation that she didn't care.
At that point, Samus threw her omelet to the floor--secretively--and Kirby ate it.
I started to think of Roy's behavior--it was true what Peach had said yesterday. He had been acting like this since he had arrived. Only difference was that his behavior was actually getting worse.
I finished my food after a few minutes spent dwelling over that certain redhead and placed it in the dishwasher. Afterwards, I struttedout of the area and made my way to the Living Room. Roy was, again watching T.V.
Or so I thought.
When I tiptoed over to him, I realized that he was sleeping. Roy had laid himself out on the couch...with the television on.
"You've been sleeping a lot." I heard Marth say, moving over to where I was.
Roy opened his eyes slightly when he heard his voice, "What's it to you?" He questioned, shutting his eyes again. Marth held up Roy's hand and wrapped his two fingers around them. I raised an eyebrow, seeing how skinny Roy was (this was like one of the those Health Channel specials).
"You better eat something."
"I drink water--and you guys aren't there when I eat." Roy said back, putting his head into the pillow.
Marth sat down in front of him, picked up the remote and clicked the numbers for the Discovery Channel. I watched as Roy glared at Marth's back; he was seemingly saying something under his breath.
"Get out of my way. I can't see." Roy complained.
"Make me."
And 'made him' Roy did. He sat up and began making his way to the entrance of the room. Marth quickly sauntered over to Roy, stopping him in his tracks, "And where do you think you're going, young man?"
"Hello Mother, I haven't seen you in a while." Roy stated sarcastically, which prompted Marth to push Roy a little, causing him to trip. I jumped onto the couch and took command of the televison.
"That's amazing. One shove, Roy, and you're on the ground. You puny little human." Marth said in a condescending tone. Roy brushed himself off and he continued past him.
I glanced over the couch, staring at Marth when he narrowed his eyes.
"Roy, are you upset about your father? Because, you know, it isn't really your fault..." I told him.
Roy stopped again and opened his mouth, "How did--it was you, wasn't it? And what do you know? Of course it was my fault. Everything is my fault!" He ran off, screaming something about Kirby being in his way.
Marth leaped (and I mean leaped) over to me and asked, "What happened to his father?" I pushed aside his question, clearly ignoring him.
----------EOS----------
I had asked Marth if he had known anything about Roy, but he didn't.
Some help he was.
Anywho, I was told that Roy was--again--being chastised by Peach. Nana was the one who fed me that information. Where were they? I had to ask Young Link.
Another person on my 'hate' list: Young Link. Unlike his older self, that kid was annoying.
"Where's Roy?" I asked.
"With Peach."
"Where?"
Young Link rubbed his chin,"That's gonna cost ya..."
"How much?"
"Fifty, no more, no less." I handed him a fifty, a fake one. But what does he know?
"On the porch."
And Young Link was right--they were on the porch. I hid behind the screen doors and listened...
"Roy, from now on, I will not make your food." Roy just shrugged. "Grr, you annoy me..."
I watched Roy give her another shrug. She started to clench her fists, the way she always did whenever she wanted to slap someone (and by 'slap' I mean one of her 'super slaps'). Roy was aware of that too.
"Okay, Peach. I'll eat." He finally answered, defeated.
"I don't care anymore. You can just starve yourself to death, Roy. That's all you've been doing for the past five days."
"Huh?" He uttered, obviously tired.
"I said I don't care about you anymore, Roy. You can starve and die and at your funeral, I'll laugh." That comment didn't seem to cheer Roy up a bit (Man, Peach could be such a bother). I wouldn't have expected something so cold from her. "And look--you're tired. You always are."
Roy shifted his eyes to the ground sadly, "Well, I um . . . can I go?"
I hit my face with my hand. Why did he act so stupid all the time? Peach raised her hand, about to strike him. Roy flinched and nearly fell off the chair (that, you know, he had been sitting on all this time). Afterwards, she went on with the slap. Louder and harder than before. She must really like slapping people...
But what amazed me even more was that Roy began to cry, pretty hard (like a pansy).
"You just don't understand!" He cried; though it was barely audible through all his bawling. Peach looked at her watch and groaned.
"Uh-huh... "
Roy stood and ran past me. When he got inside, he took another path so no one could see him crying (like a pansy). Peach, on the other hand, moved down the steps to the meadow--stealthily.
Roy's POV
I laid down on my bed, rubbing my face. I could really care less about what she thought about me. That bitch...
...I was just really angry at myself for crying uncontrollably like that in front of her. Though I didn't have enough time to stew in my guilt; someone knocked at my door.
"It's me, Roy." I couldn't tell who it was, so I didn't say anything.
"It's Marth..."
"Oh, all right." I replied in a shaky voice, going to the door. I rested on it for a second before unlocking it. Marth pushed the door open, forcefully.
"Man, you need some lighting in your room. What, you burst your bulb?"
I just glared at him, "Why did you come here for?" I turned around and walked near my bed. As always, Marth gave me a long-winded--run on sentence, no less--answer. I looked back and forth between my chair and my bed. I needed somewhere to rest.
Marth was still going on and on, which annoyed me. But I ignored him. My vison started to darken and I felt myself sway a little.
"Hey Roy? Are you alright, becasue if you're not I can get Doctor Mario to check you and... "
I couldn't stand listening to him anymore. Just shut-up. I went about two inches before I blacked out.
----------EOS----------
When I opened my eyes again, I was still in my room--still on my bed. My head hurt a little, but that was when I noticed Dr. Mario writing something down on his clipboard (er, where did he come from?).
"What happened?" I already knew full well what did, but I just wanted to talk. No one liked having a conversation with me in this house. No one liked me, anyway. The only person I talked to was Ness, Link and Marth. Pikachu didn't understand my English at all (or maybe she/he/it did, but didn't give a damn).
"Um, well Marth said that you fainted. You hit your head on your bed post." I heard a little snicker in his voice. He probably wished I was dead too.
"Ohh... so um... "
"Don't talk to me! You need to get some rest. Your face is red--you feel sick?" I rolled my eyes, as if I was supposed to know. "And so are your eyes, you look as if you're deprived of sleep."
I sleep all the time! I thought, shrugging. Dr. Mario seemed angry with me. I doubt he had seen the red mark of Peach's slap on my right cheek, considering he was on the left side.
"Well, I'm going to leave. Take these pills twice a day. One when you wake up and one for dinner. But before I go..." Dr. Mario brought out a needle and stuck it into my arm. I didn't say anything, though I did hate needles. "This will let you sleep... " He then left.
I curled myself up in my bed; man, it had gotten so cold. But at least I had time to muse to myself.
I often wondered about how I acted, the meaning of life, why--if the Earth was moving that fast--we didn't go flying off of it (screw all that 'gravity' BS).
Just then, Ness came wandering in. He came up to my bed, "Doctor Mario wants you to go to sleep." I stared at him, remembering his story he had written.
"I don't want to..." I whispered back, closing my eyes partially. Damn...the medicine must be taking effect all ready...
"Why?"
"I have bad dreams...all the time... " Gosh, did I sound like a pansy. Ness couldn't think of anything to say and that bored me. I then finally closed my eyes, wondering what he was doing in here in the first place...
Ness' POV
What does he mean he has bad dreams?
The thought ran over and over in my mind as I watched him close his eyes.
Well, this was my chance. I snuck over to his desk and carefully opened his drawer. Inside were a few letters he had received, probably from home. I took them and put the bunch into my pocket. I saw another piece of paper, I guessed it was written by him, so I took it also and closed his desk drawer.
I heard a few noises from Roy--he was mumbling something about his father. I brought out my recorder (I always came prepared) and slid it quickly under his bed. I then slipped out of his room in silence and went straight to mine. When I was there, I locked my door and took the notes out of my pocket. I took a deep breath; I felt so much like Sherlock Holmes. Reading mysterious letters sent to some lazy bumpkin redhead. I took out the first one and started reading:
Roy,
It's me, Lilina. Well, I guess you could have guessed it was me, since I am the only one who would write you. And do not get so happy that I am writing you a letter, becasue I am still angry at what you did before. The whole; I was too afraid, thing. Yes, too afraid to save someone...yeah, very knightly of you. Well, I do not know why I am bothering to write you a letter...I mean. I can't say...ha. Orphan...you ever think about that Roy? What it would be like to be an orphan? The pain and sorrow of living with a new family, with only the memory of your parents with you. Well, of course you have not thought of that. You still have your father. But, thanks to you, I have no one. I hope you think about that, and I am waiting for your reply.
Lilina
I folded the letter back up. Whoa, this Lilina chick is harsh! If I was Roy, I would've never replied her. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one making him all depressed and crap. Time for the next one. I thought.
Roy,
I have read your reply to my last letter and quiet honestly, I thought you were going to be more sympathetic than that. But I should not have expected much from you, right? Well, I do not have much to say, especially to you. And what do you mean I still have my mother? I don't. Are you that retarded? Or are you just forgetful? Few has changed here in Ostia, since my father's gone, your father has the right to become the leader of the council. Oh, before I forget. Your father is not doing so well. I don't know what's wrong and neither do his servants. I suggested you come back here as quickly as you can. All right, I am done.
Lilina
I snickered, man, this chick was still harsh. I opened the final one, frowning. It wasn't all that long, I knew I couldn't get complete information from this.
The cause of Sorrow,
That's your new name, Roy. It suits you. You can't get back here? What is the matter? You are lazy, aren't you? You want to know something? I don't care about you anymore. I have given up on trying to chase a lost cause. All you bring is sorrow to me and all those around you. Heh, I wonder how you feel right now. Sad? Angry? What am I thinking sad for? You're never sad, you never cared. So why should anyone feel concern for you? You are probably just sitting there, laughing as your father sits on his death bed. Don't bother to write me back.
Lilina
I scratched my head, I was confused. What is she talking about? The last thing I had to read was some crumpled up piece of paper written by Roy. In cursive. I couldn't read cursive (they tried to teach me it in school, blah).
I stuck it away in my desk; I knew it probably was important. But who was going to read it? If I showed it to Roy, that guy would kill me. I walked out of my room, thinking about the letters I had just read. As I passed Roy's room, I noticed it was open. I peered inside and saw that Marth was having a conversation with Roy. I always seem to eavesdrop on other people's conversation, maybe that's how I am...
"Roy," Marth said. "What's wrong?"
"Man, why won't you people just leave me alone? Nothing's wrong..."
"Don't tell me nothing. I know there's something...is this about your father? 'Cause..."
Roy stood up and glared at him, "Who told you this? Ness?"
Marth shook his head, "Well, no... You sleep talk and all...and you kind of..."
"So...you wouldn't know how I feel anyway..." Roy walked over to the door. I tensed, afraid that he would go all berserk on me if he saw me.
Marth took a hold of Roy's arm and he turned around, "No Roy, I know how you feel. ...I did lose my family, and my whole kingdom..."
Roy shrugged, "All right, and I would care why?" His voice sounded a little shaky.
Marth didn't seem pleased with Roy's response, "No sympathy. Huh Roy? Well, I do have sympathy for you..."
Roy gave him a frown (he was probably as disturbed as I was), "Well, that does not really help anything." I watched Roy turn around again, starting to head for the door for the second time. I moved over to the right a little bit so he wouldn't see me.
"Roy, I'm starting to lose my patien-"
"Then why don't you just leave me alone? Do you think I want you here?"
Why is he so weird? I asked myself, looking through the crevice of the door so I could see what they were doing without them knowing I was there. I saw that Roy had tears in his eyes and Marth--most likely--saw that too.
This reminded me of those shows on Lifetime...
"Of course you want me here. You hate being alone, even if you're always by yourself." Roy wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt and didn't say anything. Marth pulled him in for a hug and whispered something into his ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying, and that really made me angry.
I watched as Roy's eyes widen, "Don't say that. That's what they all say. And then they go around saying things and start hating on me. And please, you don't know how I feel. You'll never know."
Marth rolled his eyes and he let Roy go, "You are so dense. Why is it that you only think of yourself?"
Roy smirked and he rested himself on the wall saying, "Why shouldn't you think of yourself? Altruism is overrated, and in times like these...well I'm sure you know where I'm going with this. You've done it to your own country. You only thought of yourself and then..." Roy narrowed his eyes.
Marth moved forward and pointed his finger at him (straight in his face). "You'd better shut your mouth, Roy. Something of that importance is something you will never understand."
I winced at how loud Marth's voice was. Why was he getting so angry?
Roy smirk turned into an ugly, haunting sneer. "I must've hit a nerve, right Marth? Of course I will never understand what you're talking about, because I'm smart enough not to make a choice like that." Roy then closed his eyes and nodded.
Marth squeezed both of his hands together, in rage. "Roy, stop making this harder than it already is. And don't change the subject."
"You're only saying that because you're on the spotlight now. Well, c'est la vie--you shouldn't get angry all because I'm just mentioning the bad things that happened to you. Get over it."
"Hm, like you should be the one to talk. Look at yourself, Roy. You're moping around because your friend back at home doesn't care about you anymore. Why don't you just get it?"
Although I wasn't an expert in debates, I knew Marth was winning this one, becasue Roy was starting to lose his cool.
"Just shut-up, Marth. It's not that easy to get over the past..."
Marth threw his hands up in the air, "There you go contradicting yourself. You aren't very intelligent are you?"
Roy opened one eye and responded, "I'm smart enough to not get my own country destroyed. Even I'm not that weak."
Marth took a step closer to him and murmured, "But what Lilina said was true. If you weren't so weak, you wouldn't have gotten her father killed. If you were smart, you would've left this place and go help your father. If you knew any better, you would clean up your act and maybe people would stop hating you so much."
Roy looked at the floor, probably trying to think of something to say. "It wasn't my fault. He said I should...I mean, I couldn't..."
Marth scoffed."That phrase is for weak people."
"Then you must really use it a lot. For me, only two lives were lost, but I can't say the same about you!" Roy screamed, pushing past him. He yanked the door open--nearly hitting my face--and zoomed downstairs to go outside. Marth rushed out of the room, following him.
"Where does he think he's going? I'm not finished with him yet." I heard Marth state in a cruel, low voice.
I puckered my lips out in wonder. I wonder what he's going to do now. I didn't want them to fight each other, that would be horrible (...well, not really). But in the condition they were both in, I wouldn't rule that possibility out...
