My second chapter! SCORE! I got a theme song for this chapter but it might not fit in so you probably don't have to listen to it. My usual disclaimer: nothing except the cheesy story is mine. This story is starting to look like a soap opera : P so if this isn't your type of story, don't read it.

Theme music: Eversnow by Yoma Komatsu, Dance Dance Revolution
"I take it that I came in on a bad time." Mewtwo glanced around with confusion.

Mia pulled on Marth's sleeve, "What's going?" She looked at Roy, "Who's that?"

Marth wanted to just wrap his arms around Roy and tell him that he didn't meant to hurt him but he also didn't want to leave Mia just standing there. He gulped.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Marth felt nauseous from all the tension.

Link crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and nodded, I should just walk out of here and pretend nothing happened.

"Marth," Roy broke the odd silence, "Who is she? Why did she say you were her fiancé?"

Marth felt cold sweat streaming down his face, WHAT DO I DO?

"Marth promised to marry me when I reached a high rank as a swordsman!" Mia taunted as she jumped up and down, "I hope you haven't forgotten Marthy. I have a few tailors outside ready to make your marriage robe!" She laughed and squeezed his arm, practically crushing it in her iron grip, "We're getting married tomorrow!"

Roy felt his heart shatter into tiny little pieces. He glanced down at the ground and felt a void of depression envelope him. He felt like ice was pumping through his veins and eating away at his skin. He wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered.

"Mia," Marth said gently, "I think you should know that…well…I can't marry…you…because…"

Mia glanced at him, "But you promised! Why?"

Marth couldn't mutter the last statement, It's either Roy or Mia. I don't want to hurt either of them but I love Roy. He breathed in, "It's…uh."

"It's because Marth isn't straight!" Kirby broke the silence.

Thank you so much Kirby! Marth praised Kirby even though Kirby's approach was kind of overkill

"That's crazy talk!" Mia barked at Kirby, "Don't refer to my fiancé like that. Refer to him as your highness,"

"Kirby," Link muttered, "I think that's en—"

"Shut it elf boy!" Kirby barked at Link, "Listen lady! I've known Marth long enough that I have the right to call him by his real name. I've also known him long enough to know that he's been dating Roy."

Mia turned to Roy, "Him? Don't be crazy! Marth promised to marry me when we were young." She hugged Marth, "Isn't that right Marthy?"

Marth looked around with shock. He stared straight into Roy's eyes, "It's…" He couldn't lie to Mia, "True," At that instant, Marth regretted ever coming out of bed.

Roy gasped in pain and sorrow. His hands tightened around his own body and his eyes started to tear up. His eyes were filled with so much pain and sorrow, Marth could practically feel it. Roy swallowed quickly and swung his arms down by his side.

His fiery pride was taking over.

"Fine then Marth!" Roy shouted angrily, "I don't care! Just go with your little princess and leave me! I dated you for so long and you never told me about this." Roy looked down. "I…" He looked straight at Marth, "I hate you!" Roy stomped back into his room.

Roy's words cut through the tension that built in the room. Marth felt an instant pang in his heart that made him regret his own life. He closed his eyes and looked at the floor in pure shame.

Link sighed, "Why do I get myself into these messes?" Link ran after Roy, "Hey!"

Kirby grunted in irritation and followed Link, "Troublemaker," Kirby eyed Mia evilly.

Mia stuck her tongue at Kirby, "Come on Marth! The royal tailors will get your marriage robe ready." She pulled Marth out of the room not noticing his resistance and his attempt to escape.

Mewtwo stood in the middle of the room, "I should've just stayed in my old dorm."

It's starting to get a little dramatic. When I first made this, I wanted it to be more of a humour story because of Kirby, Link, and Mewtwo. I guess it can't go both ways. R & R please! No flaming unless you're really, really,really stressed