A/N Hello all! (grins cheerily) Welcome to the happy fun house! No wait, I meant my fanfiction… (grins again). This chapter doesn't have Roy in it much… (sniffle) but Marth will be in it, and the kids (Ness, Young Link, Ice Climbers, etc). So… here we go XD Oh and I got the text from Romeo and Juliet here: sorry guys, but it take forever to type up Shakespeare's dialogue O.o
Review Responses:
Eternal Smasher- Yeeeeeees, drinking and blackmail mix nicely, don't you think? Lol, thanks!
Shiru23454- Perhaps… (grins) but I don't want to ruin plot! Thanks!
The Silver Kitty- Yes! Even though it's Marth fault I still pity what Roy may do to him when he decides the blackmail will come in handy. Thank you!
Zekoi- Lol, the more torture Math gets, the more fun for us XD. Thanks!
Blazing Fool- Thank you! I need a dead person to steal from too… (looks around in hopes of finding a dead body)
RoyalFanatic- O.o you forgot? I hope it wasn't something like 'Xiao! There's a bomb in your house, you'd better run!' Lol, thanks!
Wanchoo- Lol, I'm a BIG anti drinker so this is a mention for all the drunk people: 'IF YOU'RE DRUNK A RED-HAIRED PYRO WILL TAKE PICTURES OF YOU SLEEPING WITH YOUR FRIEND'S GF!'
Yes, I think that got the message across quite nicely. (grins) More Marth torture for you!
BabyGurl278- Thank you! Roy's my favorite in this story (sides' Marth obviously, lol) but he's the hardest character to create lines for. It's hard because you want to give the feeling that Marth is annoyed with Roy, but you still want the readers not to hate him lol.
Libster- Lol, those damned drinking Princesses XD Thank you!
PirateGoddess27- Thank you! I hope I can update more frequently but I have school, girl's chorus, general chorus, drama, and literary magazine to contend with so it's hard to write. However I plan to stick with this one until the end lol.
Addicted to Addiction- Yes… yes it is. Lol, jk thank you!
Yureidoru- Thank you! Yes, I love M/R too XD. I've never actually seen Fox/Falco in SSBM, though I bet it's really popular in Star Fox lol.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Marth, Fire Emblem, SSBM and Nintendo… (sighs) nor do I own Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare, though the copyright for that play is up. However I do own the rich woman and her son, they may show up again, I'm not entirely sure, so I guess they be OCs…
Life after Exile
Chapter Six- The School Play
Knock, knock, knock…
"Marth!"
Knock, knock, knock…
"Marth! Please wake up!"
Knock, knock, knock…
Each angry pound on the door slowly wormed its way into my mind causing me to let out a cry of pain. "Shut up… I have a hangover…" The knocking stopped for a moment.
"Well I have something to ask you!" Through my clouded mind I managed to find a face for the voice,
"What is it Young Link?" The Hylian paused for a moment and let out another futile pound on the door.
"I need to get in to ask! It's important!" Slowly I managed to pull myself out of the bed and shuffled toward the door as waves of nausea constantly swooped over me. Once I had turned the knob a little green blur burst through the door and jumped at me, gripping my waist, and then hung there crying.
"What… what's wrong?" I stammered through surprise as I glanced at the entrance where Ness was standing, apparently accompanying the young elf. He leaned up against the wall carefully watching the scene with his baseball bat leaning against his shoulder.
"Young Link, Nana, Popo and Pichu are in the school play and he wants someone to come watch them but no one has the time, or the desire, to go." I frowned and looked at the child's sobbing form, with an idea of where exactly this conversation was going.
"Why don't you ask Link?" The elf let out another sob,
"He–he is t-too b-busy…"
"Roy?"
"He–he going t-to Starbucks…"
"Damn… Zelda? Peach?"
"Th-they said n-no!" I let out a sigh and glanced at Ness.
"Are you in the play?" The physic opened his mouth to respond but Young Link cut him off,
"H-he's n-not! N-Ness ha-has no t-talent!" The subject's entire face went bright red with anger.
"I do so have talent! I'd just rather do stage crew… I mean… that takes a lot of talent right?" He coughed nervously and glanced up at me, "Well I'm sure you already know what he wants to ask you…"
"Yeah… I'll go."
"Excellent… but you'll have to give us a lift there, if that's alright."
"A… lift?"
…
"My… eyes…" I muttered as I walked outside in the blaring heat, with the sun beating down on me… almost like the day I came. I gave a nervous look around, it was truly the first time I had really walked around outside (not considering the pool party that is) since I had come to the mansion. After all I was here to escape a death sentence…
"Suck it up." Ness muttered as he worked his way to the front of the group where I was standing. At first I had figured he had been referring to my comment about my eyes, however that was proved false when he added, "I doubt your 'killers' are still looking for you, just don't do anything stupid." I snorted; Mind reading is very rude you know, it's like an invasion of privacy… He only grinned in response, not pushing the situation any further.
"Now how are we going to get there?" I decided to question. Popo (who was walking behind me with Pichu, Nana, and Young Link) thought it fit to answer,
"We're taking a car silly!"
"Alright then…" I had heard a lot about these 'cars' from Captain Falcon who absolutely adored them (he would call his own car his baby). "Who's diving?" All the kids immediately stopped to look at me.
"Pichu, pichu?" The little yellow Pokemon asked, cocking his head. Before I could even request a translation Ness quickly interjected,
"He asked: What do you mean?"
"Well… someone has to drive the car." This time it was Nana's turn,
"You can't possibly be serious Marth! We're kids! You have to drive the car!"
"I don't know how to drive!"
"Well, that's just something you'll have to work on then." Once we got to the parking lot I grudgingly trudged toward the 'Smasher Mobile' (a Hummer that simply had the words 'Master Hand PWNS!' written on the side) and got in, watching the kids file into the backseat, except for Ness who was insistent that he ride shotgun since he was the oldest.
"How do I turn this thing on?" I questioned once everyone was seated and buckled. Ness gave me a look as if I were the dumbest person on Earth, stuck the key into the ignition and turned it causing the car to vibrate. "Yes, I knew that… of course." The physic rolled his eyes at me silently and leaned back on his seat.
"Alright then Marth, what do you do next?"
"I…" There was a sigh,
"Press the gas pedal, the one you have your foot on." I nodded and pressed it as hard as I could.
…
"MARTH! YOU CRAZY SON OF A- SLOW DOWN!"
"HOW!" I screamed back to the physic over the shrieks of the kids in the back. Ness was yelling profanities at me as he looked out the window at the street as cars honked and tried to pull out of the way of my machine of terror, but several cars chased after me with blinking lights on the top...
"DAMN IT! COPS! MARTH LISTEN! SLOWLY EASE UP ON THE PEDAL YOU'RE PUSHING ON! IF YOU DO IT TO FAST WE'LL BE THROWN THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD! SLOWLY, YOU HEAR!" Gently I eased up on the pedal until we came to a complete stop and the blinking car also stopped behind us.
"What the HELL!" The cop exclaimed, obviously enraged, as he got out of the blinking car, with a pair of handcuffs ready. "Are you drunk, MAN! I NEVER- … Ness?" The officer glanced unsurely at the window as it lowered. "Humph, I should have suspected that, underage driving hmm? No physic crap is going to help you this time, not after that graffiti incident at the school; nine people had to get an eye transplant after that, you know!" Ness frowned slightly at him,
"First of all the graffiti thing was an accident, like the Mc Flurry incident at McDonalds with the crown… second I wasn't driving." He cocked his head at me causing the man to look into the car.
"What do we have here? It's the blue-haired pansy from the SSB show." I scowled noticeably and muttered,
"You watch SSB?"
"Who doesn't? My daughter is a huge fan of your red-haired partner, Roy was it?"
"Yes."
"Anyways, everyone knows all about your background's. I should exile you from the town also!" I blinked at the word exile. The word that ruined my life… Ness poked me in the shoulder to pull me out of my thoughts,
"Don't get a sentimental now alright? When I say go, continue driving, slower this time." Bringing myself to reality I prepared to press the pedal. "Now officer…" Ness continued, his voice taking on a strange tone. "Marth is innocent, isn't he? He did nothing wrong." The cop looked confused but answered,
"He was… speeding."
"No, he wasn't." Ness persisted, dropping his voice to an almost inaudible whisper. "He was driving normally… you have an overactive imagination."
"Yeah… maybe I was seeing things… but I'm sure that he-"
"He's simply trying to take us to a play… there's nothing wrong with that… right?"
"No; nothing at all."
"Then we can go?"
"Yes… of course."
"Marth, NOW!" I was shocked at how fast his voice increased; I accidentally hit the pedal a little harder than I was supposed to, however I quickly took some pressure off of it bringing the car down to a normal pace.
"That was cool Ness!" Young Link happily exclaimed from the backseat. "You like… brainwashed that guy!"
"Heh, I confused him with my powers, it only works on adults since their minds can take it… a child may lose theirs from the effect."
"How much time do we have before the play?"
"A good half hour… why?"
"Maybe we could stop for ice cream…Marth's treat."
"We'll be late though." Young Link waved a hand at him.
"I'll just slow down time or something, come on please?" Before Ness could even answer I jumped into the conversation.
"I refuse to pay for ice cream, or stop!" Grinning slightly the kids all looked around at other and at Ness who reluctantly began to speak in the same tone as before.
"Why not Marth? It won't take that long… I know you want to stop." My mind began to slip and a wave of panic washed over me.
"No! I don't!"
"Yes Marth… you do. While we're stopping… we should get some ice cream… we'll only be hungry later, so you won't have to stop for food on the way home." I blinked trying to keep rational sense… but what he said… seemed so logical, it made did make complete sense. Maybe I should stop… "Of course you should stop… come now, you know it's good judgment."
"It is… let's get some ice cream…"
"Excellent…" Ness paused for a moment and then slowly began again, "And how about that new baseball bat I've been longing for?"
…
"You are an evil person!" I snarled at Ness as he licked around his ice cream to keep it from dripping off the cone.
"I would confuse you more but that may cause temporary insanity for the both of us, besides it's not like I made you rob a bank or anything, we just got some ice cream… and a fifty dollar baseball bat. It's no big deal, really."
"No big deal? No big DEAL! I should strangle you!" Popo immediately jumped up in his seat with a gasp,
"Oh! But that would be… would be…"
"Child abuse." His sister finished with a devilish grin, "Isn't one run in with the law enough Marthy?" I deeply frowned at the nickname but said nothing in response for the girl continued, "Besides, you're driving. If you stop to strangle Ness then well never get to the play in time!" When Ness glared at her Nana hastily added, "Oh and uh… the killing Ness part isn't that appealing either…" I grunted in response, absolutely despising the fact I had just been shown up by children.
"So, you all have utterly confused and cost me my paycheck… I think I've earned the right to a question."
"Shoot."
"What is this play you're performing anyway? All this time I hadn't heard a single thing about it." Nana's eyes opened wide as she heard the question,
"Romeo and Juliet of course, I'm playing Juliet!"
"That's funny," Ness muttered sourly, still miffed over the death comment, "because you probably no nothing about love because you've never had a boyfriend." There was an uneasy silence from the backseat until a mallet whizzed through the air striking the physic in the head causing him to fall unconscious. I grinned slightly, for it was amusing (fifty dollar baseball bat my ass!) and turned back to the road where I saw a building on the horizon.
"Is that the school Young Link?" The young elf lifted himself in the seat to look through the windshield.
"Yep! Good old KFC!"
"KFC?"
"Kentucky Fried Chicken! They named our school after the restaurant chain!" For moment I pondered over the question: Why would someone name an educational facility after a place that fries chickens? My mind wandered off that and I was approached with another problem.
"Ness… how do I park the car?" I glanced at the physic and my blood ran cold when I remembered he was unconscious. "Oh fu-"
…
"Marth…" Nana asked cautiously as she opened the car door and sidled out onto the ground. "Are we allowed to park here?" I opened my door and poked my head out looking at the tree we had run over.
"Well… it doesn't say we can't park here…" Gently I stepped down from the car and onto the pavement as I surveyed the damage. Broken fender, cracked tree… but no broken kids… and we are at the edge of the school parking lot… "Yeah, don't worry about it. We're fine…" Young Link let out a sigh of relief as I reached into the car to grab the unconscious physic and sling him over my shoulder.
…
"Hello sir, would you like a pamphlet for the- Oh my god! What happened to Ness!" The teacher at the door let out a horrified gasp, dropping the pamphlet she was trying to give us on the floor, as she looked over the unconscious Ness who was lying on my shoulder.
"Oh him?" I asked nonchalantly, "Yeah… he got hit with a mallet. It's not that big a deal…"
"But… I… I'm afraid I don't…"
"Here." I carefully put the physic in her arms. "Take him to a doctor or nurse or something. Now I'm going to go take my seat… if I could find the theater." Before she could even persist I left her to follow the kids, standing there, with her mouth gaping open at me.
…
"Humph, who're your kids?" The auditorium was dark, so I had to squint to make out whom the person sitting next to me was. It seemed to be a lady, an elegantly dressed one at that.
"None of them, I'm simply accompanying some children from the SSB mansion."
"Ah, you must be one of those Super Smash ruffians; I would never let my child watch such rubbish. He's an educated young man, I'm insulted those Smasher kids even go to the same school." Feeling a parental surge I quickly retorted,
"They're not bad kids! They're just… really strange."
"My point exactly, the twins are hyper, the human is sadistic, I can't even understand the rat, and the pointed eared child scares me!"
"He just talks, a lot… trust me, he'll be a lot quieter one day."
"How would you know that?"
"Educated guess…"
"Ah… are you of any noble birth, err…"
"My name's Marth and yes, I was the Prince of Altea."
"I knew it, you can always tell by one's voice I say. However you know what I'm talking about right? I mean, would your father let you hang out with such sugar high children?" I frowned for a moment and paused to think on the question…
Flashback
"Marth kill the damned deer!" My younger self gripped the bow and arrow, hand shaking, until I suddenly announced,
"I don't want to kill it!"
"KILL THE DAMN DEER!"
"NO! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU! DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO BUT YELL AT ME!"
"KILL THE FREAKIN' DEER OR ALTEA WILL BE DOOMED!"
"UGH! YOU'RE HOPELESS!" The deer who had been quietly observing us slowly stalked away at my outburst.
End Flashback
"Uhhh… that's hard to say, really. My farther was an odd guy…" I gave a nervous cough and hastily changed the subject. "Anyway, who's your kid playing?"
"Romeo, of course. He's such a talented child, what other role could they give him besides that one? How about those SSB children?"
"Err… I'm not sure; I never got a pamphlet…" The rich woman picked up her pamphlet and began flip through it. "I know Nana is Juliet, and Ness is on the stage crew… check for Popo if you please?" She raised a waxed eyebrow at the name but flipped through the book regardless.
"Gregory… that's a very minor part if I recall…"
"Yes it is… how about Young Link? Actually, come to think of it, just look for the name Link."
"Sampson." I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Popo can keep him from getting to talkative…
"Pichu?"
"Prince Escalus. Heh, that's should prove most entertaining…" Quickly I opened my mouth from a retort but in one moment the entire auditorium went pitch black and a familiar voice said,
"Hey, could we get some light in here people! Put the spotlight on me." There were several calls around the auditorium as a bright beam of light moved it's way onto the stage to reveal Ness who was standing there which a microphone. "Good, good. The narrator has fallen mysteriously ill; and I have forced the director… uhh… I mean… asked the director if I could be both narrator and stage crew!" There was no initial reaction from the audience until Ness grudgingly muttered, "You can clap now…" After some scattered applause he grinned and continued, "So the school would like to thank some people for making this play possible… but I really don't want to mention their names because they're too hard to pronounce… so I'm just going to move on…the setting takes place in Verona Italy, which will be represented by these really crappy backdrops the fifth grade made for us, and the story is about some guy and some girl falling in love… it's actually quite boring really… so you still have some time to leave, get into your cars, and drive for dear life… if you've decided to stay then let's start."
The stage suddenly brightened illuminating none other than Young Link and Popo who were dressed in Renaissance looking clothes (almost like something I would wear) with a sword hanging on their sides.
"Gregory," Young Link began in a paced voice, "on my word, we'll not carry coals." Popo crossed his arms and tartly responded,
"No, for then we should be colliers."
"What does that mean anyway? …I'm not even sure what we're talking about anymore."
"Neither do I, just say your line."
"I mean, an we be in choler, we draw."
"Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar."
"Wait, what? Screw this…I'm paraphrasing…"
"Err Young Link… I don't think you should-"
"Yo! Montague biznatchs! Get out here!" Popo nervously shuffled on the stage as two bewildered kids walked out,
"Link…" one began nervously, "I don't feel that-" Before the poor child could even finish Young Link quickly drew his real sword and swung as hard as he could causing a lot of screams on stage. Before anymore of the exciting violence could be seen the curtains suddenly shut and Ness stepped out with a broad grin.
"How about that people? An interesting version indeed… err… why do you all look mad? No one's hurt… heh, please don't pull out those torches… oh sh- INTERMISSION!"
…
After the intermission (and several police cars later) I sat in my seat glaring disdainfully at Ness who was standing in front of me with a smug expression. "Someone could have gotten hurt."
"I had nothing to do with what Young Link did."
"I'm talking about when you started throwing fire into the audience."
"Oh yeah, that was fun…"
"I'm sure, now look. I just want to go home, how much longer I do I have to sit through this safety hazard?"
"Well, we've decided to skip ahead to the balcony scene… so that until the end, providing nothing else happens. Now if you'll excuse me I have the rest of my show to put on." By now most of the audience had apprehensively returned, including the rich women who sat beside me once more, this time with an angered approach.
"Don't you know how to control those children!"
"You try getting them under control, it's impossible."
"I suppose, they should be an insane asylum."
"I agree, however, they're the more normal ones…" Before she could argue that point, Ness stepped out once more, this time slightly apprehensive under the infuriated glares of the audience.
"In this scene of this wonderful play, Romeo meets Juliet by the balcony at her house and starts watching her mumble to herself, and instantly know she loves him… then they die... oh wait, that's at the end… well you all know what happened anyway… oh, Nana's shaking her fist at me from offstage… so I think I'll stop before I get a mallet to the face." He quickly darted away as the curtains opened once more revealing a young blond haired boy who held his nose up in the air proudly and had one eye open to look at his mom who sat next to me.
"That's my Preston! Look at him!" I rolled my eyes in utter discontent.
"How much did you bribe the director to let your child into this play?"
"Oh an easy hundred, maybe a bit more to get him the lead roll." I blinked in surprise for I had actually been joking, however, my father did the same thing once so I sat back I decided to not comment. Preston looked around once more and then smirked,
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound." He paused for moment and looked at his watch once, obviously waiting for something to happen. After letting out an angered sigh he repeated, "He jests at scars that never felt a wound!" This time Nana came running out onto the balcony, huffing slightly.
"Forgot my cue, sorry… continue with your monologue please…"
"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing; what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" Nana smiled gently and said,
"Ay me!"
"She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom-" Before the poor child could finish the speech Popo jumped out from backstage, with an enraged glint in his eye as Young Link followed happily licking a lollypop the police had promised to give him if he stopped beating up the other children.
"What the hell did you just say about my sister!"
"Nothing! I was just reading the script!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT HER!"
"I'm simply saying what Shakespeare originally wrote…"
"YOU WANT TO START A FIGHT!"
"HELL YEAH! BRING IT ON!" Nana wailed in despair as she ran off seeing as the scene was ruined while her brother and Preston scampered offstage, shrieking profanities. Now only Young Link was left, happily licking his lollypop.
"It's lemon." He informed us with the utmost enthusiasm. By now fuming audience had risen from their seats ready to pummel the poor child (or me seeing as I was their legal guardian at the moment) when Pichu suddenly ran out, his stubby arms were stretched out before him in a peace offering.
"Pichu, pichu?" The creature asked the audience benevolently. To my surprise the listeners stopped their mob like ways and took their seats. "Pichu, pi, pi, chu?" Pichu gestured to Young Link who waved at the audience awkwardly. "Pichu pi? PICHU, pichu!" His stance suddenly became more overbearing as it pulled itself to full height and spoke, emotion running through it's voice. "Pichu, pi, pichu pichu! PICHU PI! Pichu, pichu…. PI!" Blinking with shock I glanced around at the audience who had burst into tears with Pichu's heartfelt speech. Even the woman next to me was crying happily,
"That was so beautiful!" With a sigh of dejection I got up to go grab the rest of the Smasher kids with the thought that perhaps the world itself had gone insane…
…
"Well I hope you are all happy." I told the children in a seething tone the car approached the Smasher Mansion. (I had already managed to dodge five cars, one train, and even an airplane. Why doesn't anyone drive right?) "You all just ruined the school play, and Nana's life!" Nana interrupted her weeping with a sniffle of dejection.
"H-How could you d-do t-that Popo?" she stammered and began another fit of despair.
"I was defending your honor!"
"Y-you, em-b-barassed me!"
"You'll get over it."
"Don't worry Nana." I interjected compassionately before Pop shredded what was left of the poor girl's self-confidence. "I just hope no one writes about that in your yearbook."
"Yeah," said Ness with a smug grin, "It was pretty embarrassing…" Nana simply wailed in response as we pulled into the parking lot.
…
Once all the kids had gone to bed I let out a sigh of relief and took a seat in the living room next to Zelda and Peach who were knitting sweaters.
"How was the play?" Zelda asked me as she picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
"Excruciating, I guess Roy went up to bed?" My heart desperately hoped he did, after all, the last thing I needed was to see the house on fire.
"Actually, I haven't seen him all day… have you Peach?" Peach ignored the question and suddenly held up what looked like a mangled shirt.
"It's a kitty sweater! You can have it if you want Marth, I'm making them for everyone!"
"Gee… thanks…"
"No problem, and I haven't seen Roy either… but I'll make a sweater for him anyway. I'm the seamstress here you know."
"I thought you were the greeter-guide person and Doctor Mario's nurse…"
"She's multitalented…" Zelda interrupted with a smile. "Anyway, you're fighting Samus first thing in the morning, so you'd better get some sleep..." Deciding that was a rather good idea, I wished the princesses a good night, desperately hoping tomorrow at least held some sense…
Which, it didn't.
A/N (sighs) That took so long to get up, I'm so sorry, but this was a really long chapter (29 pages in words with the double spacing, 14 without), and it took forever to get it done (and school and all the clubs I'm in didn't make it much easier). So, R&R I guess, and thank you for reading. XD Next chapter I have something special planned with was a situation I wanted to do from the beginning… and Romeo and Juilet wasn't a random choice. However it's so famous that it'd work perfectly for the chapter and I needed something that everyone would know (and Marth was reading it before lol) I don't hate the play, but I loved the idea of doing that to it (heh). Thank you all for the reviews from the last chapters.