Here is Chapter 6.
Warning- Short, brief Shounen-ai. Violence, yes.
Disclaimer:
-I, unfortunately, don't own Fire Emblem 1, 2, 6 or 7. Or SSBM
Chapter 6
I was sitting on my bed, trying to figure out what had just happened. I looked at my hands and the knife I was holding and I placed it on the bed. I couldn't believe what I had done. Without warning, Marth rushed into my room.
"Roy, do you know what you have done?" I nodded, I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!"
"What? Are you now my..." I paused and decided to lay off my smart mouthed remarks.
"I can't believe you would actually do something like that! And you didn't even show any remorse for what you did!" I shrugged, what did I care?
I noticed that Marth was inching closer to me and I moved my hand over to the knife, just in case.
Marth must've noticed this because his eyes flicked from me to the blade.
"You're not going to use that on me, are you?"
"If need be..." I replied plainly. I closed my eyes for a second, I was about to sneeze. I felt a gust of wind and I reopened them. Marth, who was now about a foot away from me, was holding my knife. I felt my heart beat faster and I quickly got up, stepping away from Marth. This scene seemed all to familiar.
"Roy, why did you do it?" I shrugged again.
"Mario made me mad...I'm sure, I know you get mad, like all the time." Marth's face turned sour.
"What?" He questioned, moving closer to me.
"It-it's true! You need anger management classes!"
"But you just don't go stabbing your problems away!" I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned on the wall, which I was surprisingly close to.
"You're a hypocrite. You just strangled me the other day! People who aren't sure of themselves always go back on their word." I didn't even know why I had said that, probably to piss Marth off. And it did.
"I'm sure of myself! It's you who isn't!"
"How so?" I just had to keep him talking, I know he was going to use that knife on me any moment. "Is this how the Prince of Altea acts? Oh wait, the exiled Prince..." I cringed, of all the things to say!
"I TOLD you never to go there! Didn't my choking teach you anything?" He paused and then smiled evilly at me. "You know what?"
"What?"
"It was you, wasn't it? You were the one who killed that girl's father. You just made up a ruse to cover it up. He must've hurt you and you had to kill him. Same with your father!"
I blinked a couple times. Was that true? Did I really kill my father and Lilina's dad? All I remember of that day was that I was really sad over something he...
"No..." I choked out. Was he right?
"No what?"
I thought for a moment, one of the things I rarely do whenever I was acting emotional. I shut my eyes and tried to remember what happened. But I couldn't, and the times I couldn't remember things were the times I was angry. My eyes flew open.
"You're wrong..."
"Oh am I? You don't sound to sure of yourself..." Now I really couldn't take Marth's know-it-all-ness. I knew I had to leave before I did anything ill considered. I turned for the door, but Marth, who went all Pikachu 'quick attack' on me, pushed me back against the wall. I stumbled backwards, nearly losing my balance.
"I'm not done with you yet!"
Deja vu.
"Take back what you said!" Marth commanded.
"Sorry, I don't listen to commoners." Really, I need to think...
Marth eyes turned an icy blue, and the next thing he said really hurt me, like Pichu using thunder:
"If I was your dad, I would be ashamed to have a son like you. You're pathetic, you're not honorable either. If he only knew what you did to people, how you torture them, how you live for it, he would probably die. Whoops, I'm sorry, he is already dead. And like I said before, your weak. Uh-huh! You heard me!"
It took me a while to absorb what he had said to me in. When I finally realized what he had said, I raised my fist. But before I could land a punch, Marth lowered the knife and stabbed my side. I could feel the blade slid effortlessly into it, I swear I could hear a tearing sound and I dropped to the floor. I put my arms around the lower half of my body and began to cry. Not loudly, but the tears could fill a bathtub.
I was crying not only over the excruciating pain I was feeling, but also the comment he had made. I heard Marth chuckle to himself.
"You see what Mario's feeling. Probably even ten times worse."
I shook my head, resting it on the floor. I was staring at the ground, feeling the warm blood through my fingers. Just like I did to many others. I shut my eyes, having a brief flashback of something I couldn't comprehend, then.
My first instinct was to run out of my room, but then I remembered everyone else was there. When I tried to sit up, some of my blood got on the floor. I lay my head on my legs and started to breathe hard, which was helping me to ignore the pain.
"So Roy, how do you feel?"
His voice sounded eerie, as if he was trying not to cry himself. I decided not to answer him, why should I?
"How do you feel? Do you want me to stab you again?"
I opened my mouth, but all that came out was air. Marth must've saw that, because he kneeled down next to me and removed my hand from my wound.
"You can't talk, can you?" I turned my head and ignored him. I felt Marth squeeze my hand. "I'm talking to you."
"I...know. You loser." Marth smiled and then hugged me. I wanted to bite him right then and there. And I did...
Marth POV
When I hugged Roy, I felt something like a pin poking on my shoulder. I realized Roy was biting me. Maybe I shouldn't have said those things, but it seemed logical at the time. I pulled back and glared at him. Roy looked to pathetic, holding his side and breathing like an old man. I then noticed that Roy was crying. I almost gasped, I've never seen him cry before.
"You're evil." He spat at me. I scoffed, me evil? I wasn't the one going around killing people. I wanted to say that, but I knew that would hurt him more.
"Go on, say it. I know you want to say I'm the one that's evil." Roy said.
I wanted to, but I didn't. I looked over at Roy's hands.
"Roy, when you stabbed Mario before, your hands were bleeding. Why?"
"Because, I hit it against Mario's desk." I could tell that he was lying, but I let it go.
I watched in disgust as Roy brought up his hand and licked the blood off it. I cringed.
"Eww..." And what was worse was his blood was all over the floor. I didn't even know why I stabbed him.
"Why'd you stab me?"
"I don't know..." I could sense Roy getting angry.
"What! You stabbed me for no reason! You stupid little..."
"Hey! Don't start with me alright? 'Cause I won't hesitate to hurt you again."
Roy shrank back, with fear and put his head on his legs again.
"Leave..." He said.
"No."
"Why?"
"Cause." Roy began to cry harder. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Why won't you just leave me alone? When I need you guys, you're not there, but when I don't need you...you're here. Just leave me alone." It never occurred to me that Roy was usually lonely.
"Even when I was a kid, I was alone...My father was either out discussing matters with those commoners or..."
"Don't you have a mom?"
"She died after I was born...those stupid townspeople...they never left my father alone. So one by one I would kill them. And then I think he found out..."
"You're father?" Roy looked up, his eyes were filled with fear, and tears.
"I-I think I killed him..."
"Who?" Roy put his head back on his legs and began talking to himself.
"I killed him...it was me...I didn't know."
He's deranged...
"I mean...I couldn't think straight...so that day we were under attack I..." I watched Roy bring his hands to his face and start shaking his head. "...He made me angry, so I...I killed him...I think."
Roy looked back up at me, tears still streaming down his precious face.
"I don't know what to do with myself..." There was a hint of anger in his voice. He put his hand over his wound again. I knew right then and there Roy needed someone to comfort him. I knew what I had to do, but was it right?
"I sometimes wonder why I was even born." I heard him say. Was he talking to me or himself?
"Marth..." Roy said, still staring at me. "Do you ever feel lonely?"
I nodded. "Everyone does...I guess..."
"Right...I wish I could take back everything I've done...But I know there's no way now that I'll be able to. Maybe I should just kill myself."
I put my arms around him and pulled Roy closer. "That wouldn't really solve anything." I whispered. I stroked his back and I felt him relax.
"Right, but is there any other way?" His voice was muffled because his head was covered by my clothes.
"Yes..." Really, I didn't even know any other way. But just to make him feel better. A little white lie never hurt anyone. Roy lifted his head and gazed into my eyes. His own eyes looked cold and heartless.
What to do? What to do?
I was really resisting myself from kissing him. Who knows what he would do. I might even end up hurting him. Roy blinked several times, for some odd reason.
"Marth...?" He said again. His sweet voice penetrated my reasoning.
I looked into his eyes again, and now they were filled with longing. For what? I couldn't put my finger on it.
The next thing I did, I don't think I was thinking. I'd regret from now on:
From out of nowhere came this surge of passion. And without realizing it, I was kissing Roy. It had happened so fast. At first I was nervous, but his innocence and impurity made me to feel more confident. I tightened my hold on Roy so I could make the kiss much deeper.
In my mind, all I was thinking about was that I was with Roy and that I was kissing him.
When it, sadly, came to an end, I studied Roy's face. What I found wasn't really what I expected.
Shock, ire, disgust.
That was what I saw on his face.
"Marth...you. How could you?" He asked me, standing up. Roy held his side again, and took a deep breath. "I can't believe you."
Those weren't the things I expected from him. I stood up too and brushed myself off, the knife still laying on the floor. Roy closed his eyes, his grip tightening on his side. He kneeled over and went on talking to himself.
"Roy...I..."
Ness's POV
It wasn't as bad as seeing him kiss Peach...What was I talking about? That was way worse! It sickened me, I thought it was kind of sweet. I went downstairs to see how Mario was doing. When I left, Marth was hugging Roy again. I guess he fainted. I shrugged and hummed 'Simple and Clean' to myself when I bumped into Popo. He seemed hectic.
"What's wrong?" Popo calmed himself down.
"Mario! He...he's. Being treated, right? And he was saying all these things. I think he's going to hurt Roy." Even though he didn't make sense, I understood him.
And Mario's intentions. I wouldn't let that happen. I heard what Roy had been through when he was a kid. It wasn't that bad, but I guess there was more to it.
"What'd Mario say?" Popo, who was about to ignore me, turned around.
"He said, he was going to kill Roy. When he was sleeping, he was going to stab him. Gouge his eyes out with the same knife Roy stabbed him with. And then he said he was going to chop his fingers off one by one. I think that's just overkill, if you ask me. I'm going to warn Roy."
I didn't know if I should stop him or what.
"What did Mario say?"
It seemed that Marth had came out of Roy's room. Roy had his arm around Marth's neck. He had bandages around his waist, he was shirtless. I still couldn't believe Marth had stabbed him. Popo didn't question the scene at all.
"Mario, you better watch out." Roy bit his lips.
"Maybe I should go apologize, huh?" He said to Marth.
"Not in your current state." I told him, but Roy wouldn't hear any of that. He let go of Marth and hobbled downstairs.
"He won't listen. Popo? Is Mario is intensive care?" The male counterpart of the Iceclimbers shrugged.
"Well, yeah. But he can still move." He said to Marth. I immediately understood Marth's concern. He was afraid that Mario would attack Roy when he said sorry. We both followed Roy down to Intensive Care. Everyone was gathered by Mario's bed. They were all surprised to see Roy there.
The instantly looked at Roy's waist.
"Mario?" The plumber opened his eyes, surprised also to see Roy there. I was thinking Roy was insane to do this. I knew, like always, that Mario was about to lash out at him.
"Yeah?" He answered in a dangerous undertone.
"Well, I just wanted to say I'm sorry..." Mario sat up, with much ease. Even Roy, in his current state, couldn't preform such a task.
Mario smiled. "You're sorry? Is that all?" He got of his medical bed. We all moved back, to give them some space.
"Yeah...I guess."
"You guess?" He screamed, moving closer to him. I expected Roy to get into a fighter's stance, but he didn't.
"Well, Mister. You can be sorry all you want. But that's not going to change the fact that I'm going to kill you."
Roy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Mario you are all talk. Alright? I could really care less of your plans."
What a STUPID thing to say. Mario must've had this ready in his pocket, because he flicked out a pocket knife. Marth saw this coming and pulled Roy out of the way.
"Brother! What's wrong with you?" Luigi gasped, trying to get the knife. I half-expected Mario to turn around and stab his brother.
"I will have no more of this violence. Mario, get back in your bed! Roy, I want to have a talk with you." Peach said, grabbing Roy out of Marth's hands. I rubbed my chin, looks like Ness Holmes had another job to do...
Oh, I really gotta work on my endings. looks at all the reviews Oh my drools these are the most nicest, and sweetest Reviews I've ever seen! I must acknowledge you people in my next chapter! Thank-you! Oh thank-you! I will try to add all the other characters into the next chapter! Constructive Criticism is alright. Please R and R!
