No characters belong to Lord of Woe, save for Roi. Captain Falcon, Roy, Marth and Princess Zelda are the property of Nintendo.
It was later that night. Roi and Marth lay next to each other, sleeping soundly. The young woman snuggled closer up against him in her sleep, feeling a chill. She smiled as he felt his arms travel around her bare waist, and buried herself in his chest. In her dreams, she felt more... more at peace with herself than ever before.
Eventually, Roi started to wake up again, the room's increasing chill keeping her from falling back into a deep sleep. She started to pull herself up, and, blearily, she saw that the window was open. The smasher stood up, and looked down at the sleeping Marth, his arms still curled around where she had been.
The young woman turned bright pink at remembering that she was naked, but found that she was less embarrassed and frightened than she had thought. 'Maybe this is how things were meant to be...'
She walked over to the window, and softly closed it. As she was doing so, she slowly remembered that the window had been closed when she and Marth had gone to sleep. "That's strange..."
She shrieked when something wrapped around her breasts and a chilling voice whispered in her ear, "You don't know half of it." Roi was brutally spun around to meet a vicious leering face. She felt a heat on her cheek, and tasted her own blood. "That, my little rose, was for letting someone besides your fiancé deflower you."
Roi spat into the man's eye, but whimpered when he drew a revolver and pointed it at the slumbering Marth. "Not a word, little girl. Don't worry, though... Harding will take good care of you."
Roi stared at the sleeping Marth, willing him to wake up and save her. She only saw the pinprick on his neck as she was forced out the re-opened window, a tear coming to her eye.
Marth woke up in the morning and stretched, feeling like he had slept for eight hours. He rubbed his neck and cursed. "Stupid mosquitos ..." he looked around, searching for Roi. 'Did that really happen last night...?'
He reached down for a pair of jeans and one of his shirts, his hands rubbing against something satiny. He pulled it up, and smiled a bit. Putting the bra back on Roi's side of the bed, he nodded. 'I'm thankful she chose to make me such a part of her life,' the prince thought, feeling the weight on his shoulders decrease just through thinking of the red-haired girl.
He remembered something else, and sighed. He had no choice but to accept that Link was gone... But he felt empty. They hadn't always gotten along... They had fought, and argued... But Link was still the closest thing to a true friend the prince had had in years. He knew that someone else would be suffering just as much. 'I bet Roi's gone to talk to Zelda..."
Dressed in casual clothes, Marth knocked softly on Zelda's door. "Zel?" He asked, carefully.
There was the sound of someone fumbling with the lock on the other side, and Zelda pulled the door open. The Hylian princess blinked, her eyes red. Marth couldn't help but stare. For the first time since he had met her, Zelda's hair was a mess. Her long ears hung loosely, as if her spirit had been crushed.
Marth didn't know what to do when Zelda collapsed onto his shoulder, crying. He patted her on the back, and made vaguely comforting noises when she started to whisper, "Tell me it's all a dream... Tell me I'll just wake up and... He'll be next to me..."
Marth shook his head, wishing that someone could comfort him... He finally let it out, all that he had been holding back. Tears flowed from his eyes, and he could barely choke back a sob.
Falcon quietly knocked on the open dorm-door, looking unusually agitated. "Um... Marth? Zel?" He looked surprised at the scene in front of him. "I'm sorry if this is a bad time... But it's important."
Marth turned around and met Falcon. It wasn't like the captain to be so serious. "What's wrong?"
"Bern sent assassins to kidnap Roi. Ganondorf and Bowser had a great deal of fun finding that out." Falcon winced. "Don't ask how, I'm trying to supress that memory. Mewtwo also ripped their minds, so we have comfirmation."
Marth suddenly felt a chill in his heart. "Zel..." he whispered, feeling his hope drain from him, "did Roi come to see you this morning?"
Zelda looked like the recent news was pushing her on the verge of a breakdown. "No..." she gasped. "She didn't..."
Marth nodded, and released her. He turned to Falcon. "Captain?"
"Yes, Marth?"
"How long would it take you to get your ship ready for take-off?"
"Um... Four hours."
"Make it so." Marth stormed through the door, a set expression on his face. "And get as many smashers as you can."
"Where are we going?" Falcon asked, scribbling in his notebook.
Marth turned to meet the bounty-hunter. "Where?... Bern, of course." He snarled and punched a hand through the door. "I already lost one friend. I'm not going to lose another."
Falcon watched him stalk off. "Um... How much should I charge him?"
Zelda looked thoughtful. "Now's a bad time to bring up the whole money thing..."
Falcon looked rebellious. He was a bounty-hunter, for goodness sake. Not a hero. Well... Not normally. Well, it wasn't like it happened on purpose. Sighing, he nodded. "Don't worry, Princess... We'll get her back."
With a slight bow, he chased after Marth. For just a moment, and then he walked back into the dorm and pulled a silky red bra, and matching yellow panties, from a pocket. "Oh... Before I forget, can you please return this to Samus for me?"
Zelda, despite her depression and worry for Roi, couldn't completely suppress her curiousity. "Is that really what she wears?"
"According to her, this is all she wears under that suit." He looked surprised. "You didn't know?"
"Well, I didn't see her as the ty... What do you mean?"
Falcon coughed.
Marth raised an eyebrow as Falcon slid into the seat across from him, a scorch mark on his face. "What happened to you?"
"Did you know the girls don't have nightly lingerie pillow fights?" Falcon fingered the burn. 'Stupid Din's fire...'
"Yes, actually." Marth looked thoughtful. 'Damn it! Roi lied to me.' Thinking of the red-haired girl, Marth once again soured. "Whatever. Get everything ready. I want to leave as soon as possible. Who knows what foul tortures are being inflicted upon my belo..I mean Roi." Marth flushed, and left the table suddenly.
Falcon just sighed, and pulled some beer from the fridge. 'Well... That's just great. I knew I should have stayed in bed this morning.'
