Thanxs for all the R and R's.
Eyes of Sorrow
Chapter 4
It was easy to explain Peach's plan to Link and Marth. They were both haters. When I told them what was going down and Roy's reaction, Link just shook his head, saying how dense he was.
Marth on the other hand was just turning red with anger, I would guess.
"Maybe we should just let this be." Link suggested, but he only received harsh glares from Marth and I.
Young Link came sauntering into Link's room.
"I hear you! Now, this is the plan . . . " Marth ushered Young Link out of the room.
"We don't need your stupid help, fool." Young Link turned around and brushed his shoulder off.
"Roy, he's with Peach." Was all he said, before he walked away. Link grinned.
"Let's eavesdrop, like Sherlock Holmes!" I shivered at his stupidity.
So all three of us walked over to Roy's room, and sure enough, he was talking to her.
"Where does Young Link get all this information?" Marth asked Link.
"He . . . has his ways . . . "
Roy's door was partly closed, but we could see in. He was sitting on his chair while Peach was on his bed, talking about the most stupidest things. I nearly fell asleep listening to them.
"Roy . . . you never answered my question." Peach complained. Roy ignored her, staring at his computer screen. He was typing something down, probably in a chatroom or something as gay as that.
"Roy! Don't ignore me!" Peach snapped, getting his attention.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry! What?" Peach sighed.
"Forget it. You obviously don't care."
Obviously. I thought. Marth tapped my shoulder.
"Hey," He whispered into my ear. "You can read minds right? Can you tell us what she's thinking?" I shook my head. I didn't want to see what she was thinking.
"It's over my head." I responded. Getting looks of foolishness from them. We moved closer and my head hit the door. Peach didn't notice but Roy did, because he looked at the door and narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah, um Peach? I'm going to use the bathroom." Peach nodded and Roy opened the door, and quickly closed it. He glared down at us.
"You guys act like your part of the mob." Roy mumbled, staring at me.
Marth stood up. "You're so naive! I can't believe you didn't listen to Ness." Roy averted his eyes to Marth.
"Yeah, and so?" He said. Link slapped his own face.
"Are you mentally challenged?" I snickered.
"And what if I am?" Roy asked, turning to his door. Marth put his hands on his hips.
"All right, forget it. If she dumps you, don't come crawling to us. And in advance, I'll say: 'I told you so.'"
Roy laughed and reentered his room, locking the door.
"What was all that about, honey?" I gagged at the pet name. Honey? That was so old school. Marth and Link's face looked as if they ate dog poo.
"Don't call me that . . . " Roy said quickly.
After our confrontation with Roy, I went outside. With my notepad in hand, I wrote down ideas for my story. As I was writing them down, I remembered that my tape recorder was under Roy's bed. Probably still on, wasting my batteries! I nearly screamed at the thought of buying a D or was it a C type battery.
Pikachu came out and I called it over, wanting to talk to it.
"Hey Pikachu. How's it going?" The Pokemon stared at me and frowned.
"Pika? Pikachu..."
"Yeah, whatever. So, I'm making this story. This thing could turn into a blockbuster, box office blowout..." Pikachu gave me a look., probably thinking:
Why is this moron talking to me? And doesn't the word box office refer to movies?
"And I really ran short of ideas. So, I decided to do some type of documentary of a person's life in the Smasher building...and I thought that Roy would be the best candidate."
I kept on talking, not realizing that I was twisting the story around a bit.
"So, it all went like that and now...hey! Where are you going?" Pikachu quickly ran back inside.
Roy's POV
When Peach left my room, I shut off my computer. It bugged me that Marth and friend's were spying on me. Imbeciles. I opened my drawer and noticed that my notes from Lilina were missing. My mouth dropped, thinking of the people who had entered my room.
Ness... It was probably him, no doubt. I twirled my finger in the mess of pencil shavings and pen caps when I also noticed that my note was gone. I ripped out the drawer and flipped it upside down, searching through everything. When I didn't find it, I sighed loudly. Hoping that Ness wasn't taught how to read cursive yet.
My stomach growled and it started to hurt. I winced a little, already use to the pain. I sat on the floor, thinking of something else, besides the pain.
Maybe I'll develop an ulcer.
I sighed again, thinking about the note I'd written. I really hoped that nobody knew about it, or read it. I'm sure they would probably send me to some psychiatrist and try to contact my parents. I laughed.
'I don't have any!' I would say, and then they would put me in a straightjacket and place me in a foam room so I wouldn't kill myself. I shuddered, being put in a straightjacket would be hard. How would I itch?
I involuntarily placed my hands on my neck, because of that straightjacket thing, and felt the marks on it. I whistled and put my hands to the floor. I usually wondered why I wrote that note, and why did I even keep it. It was when I was angry, I guessed. I didn't want to think of the incident.
I smirked at myself for how weak I was acting. I stood up and rearranged my things back into my desk and decided to go and eat something. When I was walking towards my door, I tripped over my shoes and fell. That's when I saw the tape recorder under my bed. I crawled over to it and took it out. It was still on and running.
I stopped it and took out the black tape, wondering who owned this. I placed it back inside and was about to play it, when I stopped. Whoever had put this under here was sure to come to take it back. And everything I had said up till now was in it.
I was getting angry, was someone here spying on me? Someone opened my door and I threw the recorder back under the bed.
"Hey Roy. What's up?" It was Ness. I ignored him and left my room, forgetting about the recorder.
I made my way downstairs, everyone was either eating, watching television or playing some sort of game. They didn't even realize I was even there. I rolled my eyes and went to the fridge to get something to drink. Daisy appeared before me, when did she get here?
She smiled down at me, it didn't really look like a happy smile. Maybe one of those sinister one's you get from your enemies. I returned an equally sinister one to her.
"I heard, from Peach, that you two are going out. Is it official? Because, she just kept on talking about you."
I nodded, not really knowing what she was talking about. I mean, come on. I've never been out on a date with a guy or girl. I could really care less.
"Do you even know what I'm talking about?"
I shook my head.
"You've never gone out with someone?"
I nodded my head. Daisy rolled her eyes at me.
"Do you want to know the secret to making a relationship last?"
"No." I said plainly, moving to the sink. She followed, adjusting her gloves.
"Your neck..." She sang.
"Get over it..." I mocked, putting a straw in my soda. I leaned against the counter and starting sipping the soda. Daisy moved her fingers over the counter top and started to sing.
I nearly choked at how good a singer she was. All I expected was some raspy baritone voice from her, but she sounded like a soprano. I finished my soda and tossed it into the garbage. I left Daisy alone so I could watch some television.
Fox was sitting on the couch, already watching some news channel.
Ness' POV
I laid down on my bed and rewound the tape recorder. For the past few days, I hadn't really found anything new about Roy. I started thinking that I would never find anything about him, and I just can't go right up to him and ask:
'Roy, what's wrong?'
I would probably get a reply that sounded something like:
'Are you gay? Do you just want to sit around and talk about our feelings?'
I sighed deeply, there was no way I could get through to that boy. The tape stopped and I pressed play. I was so excited to hear what was on it. For the first few minutes, all I heard was Roy mumbling something about him loving ice-cream and his sword. That was so Roy. The next few minutes, I guess, was him sleep talking;
'Oh hello Lilina! How would you like to taste my sword? Yes, yes, very well then. I will give you six seconds to hide. Two, four, six. Oh! You are still here? What's that? I was counting by two's? Whatever.'
I nearly slapped the tape recorder, like half of the rest of the tape was Roy talking about killing people. I was about to shut it off when I heard;
'I'm so sorry father. I didn't mean for this to happen to you...or Lilina, who I wish to slice her head off. But her father told me to leave and I couldn't stay...because...'
I was about to get the reason when Roy, who usually comes out of nowhere, came into my room.
"AHA! I knew that damn recorder was yours! You stupid...Whatever, give me the tape!" I glared at him and dove to the floor. Roy copied me and grabbed my leg. I tried to shake him off, but he had a death grip on me.
"Record my conversations with Peach why don't you? Listening to that tape will ruin your pathetic life forever!"
That comment made it all the more interesting.
"What conversations?" Roy pinned me down and pulled the recorder out of my hand, accidently pressing the fast-forward and play button.
'Yeah, Roy that would be nice...'
'Oh really Peach? I though you would think I was a sick pervert or something!'
'So when should we do it?'
'Well, I don't know, maybe when everyone's asleep. We could sneak outside, but I would have to buy...what do you call those things again?'
'A cond-'
Roy quickly shut it off, actually he threw the thing to the floor, destroying the recorder.
"Forget you heard that. If you mention this to anyone. Oh, I'll feel bad for you!"
I didn't even understand the damn tape. Roy sat up, looked around, and starting beating the crap out of the recorder. Roy then stopped and turned to me.
"Hey, do you have my letters I received from my friend?"
"Whatever are you talking about?" Roy cringed and went straight for my desk, finding his letters. He also took the note he had written and shoved them in his pocket. Before he left, I asked him:
"Hey, that note you wrote, what did it say? I couldn't read it." Roy didn't answer and he closed my door. I chased after him.
"Hey! Answer me." Roy made it halfway to his room before he cracked.
"Alright Sherlock Holmes! I'll tell you what it is! It's a suicide note! Do you know what that is? Get a life and quit invading my life. You got that?"
He screamed that so loud, I bet everyone heard him say that. After Roy had said that, he looked around, again. Fox and Yoshi, who were coming upstairs, stared at him.
"Ooh, Roy. You wrote a suicide note? Maybe I should tell Mario! He would love to hear about this!" Fox rushed over to Roy and did a pat down. He found his letters and checked each and every one. Roy, during this whole time, just stared lamely at him. Fox found his note and quickly rushed downstairs, along with Yoshi.
"You see what you made me do?" Roy said to me, walking to his room.
I bit my lip, if Mario could understand Roy's writing, this could spell trouble for him.
Alright, chapter four's done. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please, no flames!
