I apologize for the lack of updates. College got in the way from August of last year thru April of this year. I finally got the time to work on this chapter. So I decided that it was time to finish out this chapter. Plus, I've already started writing chapter 7. So hopefully I'll have another update ready soon. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy chapter 6!
Warning! If you absolutely love Mario, then don't read this! There is extreme Mario bashing in this!
Beware! Shonen-ai/yaoi in this chapter!
I Killed Mario…
By Zorra Lombardi
Chapter 6 - 3:24 a.m.
Captain Falcon breathed a very heavy sigh of relief as he made his way down the dark hallway. A camera and a cloak were clutched in his hands as he had Mario hoisted over his shoulder.
"Aw man… That was just too close!" Captain Falcon said to himself as he kept to his quick pace down the hallway. He was still shaken by what had happened in the kitchen. "Damn, if that kid had snapped the picture, I'd be in handcuffs in the back of a patrol car right now."
At first glance, the racer had believed that the cloaked figure was either a drunk Yoshi or a sugar high Young Link. However, after standing frozen in shock while staring in horror at the cloaked figure for exactly ten minutes, Captain Falcon decided that it was finally safe to move again. Cautiously, he approached the suspiciously still figure. He reached out slowly and removed the cloak from the figure At that point, Captain Falcon was overtaken by a huge wave of relief.
The person in the cloak was none other than the sleepwalking Ness. Guessing that the psychic boy was probably dreaming of being some kind of crazy paparazzi photographer, Captain Falcon immediately snatched the boy's camera and the cloak, grabbed Mario by his leg, and quickly made a mad dash for the hallway. Ness was left standing in the same exact place for …… Well, who the hell knows how long…..
Now that this was all behind him, Captain Falcon's new main concern was to find yet another alternative solution to this "Mario" problem. He had one idea on his mind, but he took note that if he were to be caught while putting his plan into action, his ass would surely be in so much trouble that he could possibly drown in it.
However, at this point, Captain Falcon didn't care how much trouble was on the line for this. The way he saw it; as long as he was able to get back to his room, fix the hole in his wall, and go back to sleep to return to his dreams with his Falcon Flyer, then it was worth it.
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While lying on his back in his somewhat comfortable bed, Marth stared up at the ceiling with wide and bloodshot eyes. He wanted nothing more than to have at least one night of decent sleep, but obviously, that was not going to happen. In fact, Marth was refusing to close his eyes again. As much as he longed to sleep, he was not willing to endure another session of "horrible nightmares".
Not long ago, Marth had awoken from what was considered to be the worst nightmare of his life. The swordsman shuttered at the mere thought of the dream. Roy had confessed to Marth that he was in love with him AND kissed him. The fact that Marth had actually enjoyed every minute of it in that dream was the worst part.
Marth clutched at his sheets as thoughts of the dream raced through his mind. The love confession…. The kiss…. He kissed Roy…. And liked it….. Roy was in love with him…….. The swordsman groaned in annoyance. It was only a dream, but it seemed so… real. Not to mention, unbelievable.
'No way! No way it was real! It just can't be! It was only a dream! Nothing more!' Marth thought to himself as he clutched more tightly to his bed sheets. His eyes were still wide and locked onto the ceiling. 'Dreams are not real! They're just pictures inside your head that you have no control over! Yeah! That's it! That's exactly what they are! …….. Right!'
Almost reluctantly, Marth casted a sideways glance toward his sleeping roommate, Roy, who was lying on his side and facing to Marth's bed. His sword was at his side and he resting peacefully. Roy had a definite look of innocence while he was sleeping with one hand clutched lightly onto his pillow. So sweet…. So innocent…… No one like him on the planet….. So loving…..
After letting out a small shriek, Marth quickly turned onto his side to face away from Roy. Pulling his blanket up to his nose and gripping it there, Marth was cursing himself for even having the thoughts that he was currently having about Roy and was still refusing to shut his eyes or even blink. However, with each passing minute, he found that it was becoming even more difficult to keep up with.
The blue-haired swordsman shuttered as he gave a little more thought to the dream once more. He then glanced up at the alarm clock sitting next to his bed. Groaning in annoyance, Marth found that the clock was reading 3:27 AM. "So early……. So sleepy……. "
With no warning and very much unaware of his actions, Marth's eyes began to slowly close. 'Maybe I'll be okay if I just rest my eyes for a second.' He thought to himself as he closed his eyes. He was unaware of it, but his mind was already drifting off into sleep. 'Just a few seconds won't hurt….. Not at all…. '
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Bright sunlight had woken the swordsman from his peaceful slumber. He groaned and blinked his eyes as the bright light shined directly into them. He gave a loud yawn as he lazily stretched his arms and then relaxed in his bed for a bit. He couldn't figure out why, but he was starting to get a splitting headache from the bright sun. He placed his hand over his eyes to block out the sunlight that was still shining down upon him. He continued to blink his eyes several times in a very vain attempt to stay awake. Since it was early, Marth was definitely still tired after staying up late for reasons that he could not clearly remember. As Marth was just lying there doing nothing but relaxing, he began to make effortless attempts to remember what had happened last night.
Little-by-little, Marth began to remember bits and pieces of a dance that he had attended last night. The dance, which was put together by Zelda, was for the entire Super Smash Bros. group. Everyone had attended, with the exception of Ness, who was running around outside wearing nothing but underwear on his head. Marth became completely bored out of his mind within the first five minutes. Even though some people decided it was time to break out the liquor and the porn movies and start the illegal gambling, it still did not provide much amusement to blue-haired swordsman. So he ended up talking to Roy about baby kittens for ten minutes until he made Roy go off to get him a drink. Roy was gone for an oddly long period of time, but didn't care much for this fact as he was enjoying his time of peace and quiet. When Roy finally returned, Marth gladly took the drink and downed it quickly.
Marth's memories became hazy after Roy gave him that drink. The very last thing that he could remember is that he had a few more drinks and ended up dancing with somebody that he couldn't remember the name of.
Feeling his headache getting worse, Marth began to gently massage forehead with his fingers. He got the feeling that he had obviously been very drunk last night. He sat up in his bed and looked around the room that he shared with Roy. Marth raised an eyebrow when he found several items had been broken and several articles of clothing laying around in random places. For example: his cape, which was hanging from the ceiling fan.
This place was a wreck and Marth growled as he recalled that this room had just been cleaned and spotless the day before. He slowly layed back onto the bed and covered his face with both of hands. Suddenly, he realized something about his left hand. He pulled both of his hands away from his face and found something that made his eyes widen. He was wearing a ring. A wedding ring to be exact.
Marth blinked his eyes in confusion. So he was married now, but to whom?
The swordsman suddenly felt something stir beside him. Marth froze as he realized that he was not alone in his own bed. The person next to him, which supposedly the one he married, was wrapped in the blanket and was facing away from Marth. Slowly, he reached out and grasped the blanket and pulled the blanket off of the stirring figure next to him.
Marth's eyes went as wide as the size of dinner plates at the person who was staring up at them lovingly.
"G'morning honey." Roy chided happily.
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A very loud scream rang throughout Marth and Roy's bedroom along with the sounds of a sword being unsheathed.
Roy had suddenly awoken and shot up from his bed. Obviously disturbed by the sudden commotion, the red-haired swordsman scanned the room for the source of the loud scream. His eyes suddenly landed upon Marth's side of the room. What he was now witnessing caused him to blink his eyes and wonder what the hell was going on.
"DIE!"
Stab.
"You-"
Slice.
"Evil-"
Kick.
"Little-"
Another stab.
"PERVERT!"
Marth continued to swing and slice away widely at a large lump in his bed. "No one takes advantage of me like that! NO ONE!" He yelled as he gave more wild swings of his sword. "Not even you! YOU WILL PAY!"
While Roy was wondering just what the hell was going on, he caught notice of the giant lump that Marth was slinging away at in his bed. It suddenly dawned on him that someone had climbed into bed with Marth in a vain attempt to get their slimy claws into the blue-haired swordsman's virginity.
Roy growled at this. Just the mere thought of this made his blood boil. He then picked up his own sword and unsheathed it. No one was allowed to treat Marth in that sort of manner in his presence and live.
"Don't worry, Marth! I'll save you!" Roy shouted as he jumped out of bed and darted across the room. Jumping onto Marth's bed, he shoved Marth onto the floor as he began to attack the person in Marth's bed.
The first thing to make contact with the cold hard floor was Marth's head. He growled very loudly in pain as he sat up on the floor and began to rub the painful ache that was now on the top of his head. "Ah…. Shit…. I'm gonna be feeling this for days!" Marth groaned as a he blinked a few times before taking into his surroundings. After realizing that he was no longer in bed or had a ring on his finger, Marth breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God! It was all just a terrible nightmare!"
It was then that Marth had suddenly noticed something. His sword was unsheathed and laying right next to him. He picked up his sword and was about to put it away when he suddenly noticed that it was covered in blood.
Marth stiffened as he stared in horror at his sword. It was then that memories of his dream came flooding back into his mind. He recalled that he had awoken to find that he was in bed with and married to Roy. He then screamed his lungs out and unsheathed his sword and then proceeded to kill the red-haired swordsman.
Now that he truly was awake and alert, Marth was far beyond fearing the worst of what he had done. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he realized that he had just killed his best friend in his sleep. All because of a stupid dream. "Roy…. Oh God! What have I done!" He yelled as a he began to sob.
Giving another few stabs at the "crazy fool" who was in bed with Marth, Roy was finally satisfied with the way he had handled the situation. He gave one more stab at the bloody corpse in Marth's bed before declaring the job as finished. While leaving his sword lodged in the corpse in Marth's bed, Roy turned to more important matters at hand. He hopped off the bed next to his sobbing friend on the floor. He knelt down to Marth's level and gently took him into his arms. "Shh.. It's okay, Marth. I'm here. Everything's gonna be okay now."
Marth continued to sob and clutch at Roy in despair. It was about a good ten minutes before Marth's sobbing was calmed down to whimpers. It was now that he finally found his voice. "Its horrible….. It was so horrible! I hate myself for doing it! Why the fuck did this have to happen!" Marth cried out desperately as he clung to Roy.
Roy held Marth close and stroked his hair soothingly. This whole situation was clearly troubling Marth to no end. It was killing Roy to see Marth this way. He hated it when Marth was upset. "Marth, it's okay. You don't have to worry about that guy hurting you anymore. I took care of everything."
At the sound of Roy's voice, Marth had suddenly snapped out of his emotional breakdown and looked up to meet the eyes of the red-haired swordsman, Roy. It suddenly became very clear to Marth that Roy was not dead, but very much alive and well. Sitting here with him holding him close. Neglecting the fact that being in Roy's arms this way was the one thing furthest from his mind, Marth's sadness quickly turned to joy.
"ROY!" Marth shouted happily as he tackled Roy to the floor in a joyful embrace. "Oh God, Roy! I thought you were dead!" He cried as he hid his face in Roy's chest. "I thought I killed you!"
Roy, who was obviously taken by complete surprise, blinked his eyes in confusion. He slowly wrapped his arms back around his blue-haired friend. "It's okay, Marth. I'm alright. Everything's fine now. I took care of that bad man in your bed."
It was at that moment that Marth's tears had ceased and his joy had rapidly turned into confusion. He looked up to meet Roy's eyes once more. This time in confusion. "What do you mean you took care of the bad man in my bed?"
Now it was Roy's turn to be confused. For surely, Marth remembered what happened? "The guy you were trying to beat up. The guy who was in bed with you trying to take you. I made sure that he would never do that to you ever again."
Marth's eyes had widened at what he had just heard. "But… That can't be… I thought…. I …. You…… I….. AAAAAAAAH!" He screamed before he stood from his place on the floor with Roy and examined his bloody bed. There was a giant bloody lump laying in the center of the bed where Roy's sword held him in place. The unlucky person was covered by the blanket and very much dead. Chills ran down the blue-haired swordsman's spine. If it wasn't Roy that was in his bed with him, then who was it?
Roy finally got up off of the floor and stood next to his friend. Still deeply concerned for his best friend, Roy quickly asked, "Marth, are you sure your not hurt or something?"
With wide, fearful eyes, Marth slowly turned to face Roy, who was staring at him with extreme worry on his face. "Roy, who's underneath the blanket?"
After blinking in confusion a couple times and then raising an eyebrow, Roy gave him an answer. "It was a guy who was sick enough to believe that they could ever take advantage of you like that."
Marth's expression was a very horrified one, but it was not from what Roy had just told him. "No… Who exactly was this? What was his name?"
Roy didn't quite understand Marth at first, but then realized that he seriously did not know this guy's name. He casted a glance at the large bloody lump in Marth's bed with his blood stained sword embedded in the center of it. Roy was beginning to feel very uncomfortable as he began to ask himself the very question: just who was it under the covers?
Both of the swordsmen looked at each other once more before either of them even thought about moving an inch. Marth was the first to slowly step closer to his own bedside. He reached out with both hands and grasped onto Roy's sword. He pulled the sharp blood stained blade out of the body of whoever was in Marth's bed. He examined the bloody sword with a horrified expression before he turned to face Roy, who's expression was just as horrified as Marth's was. The red-head slowly took his own sword from Marth's grasp. He examined his own sword with wide eyes for about five seconds before letting out a choked gasp and dropping the sword and backing away from it.
"Marth! I gotta get out of here! I-I-I think I'm gonna throw up!" Roy said as he felt a huge panic attack coming along. Marth reached out and grasped Roy's shoulders and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Calm down, Roy. There's no need for panic, okay? We're not going anywhere until we figure out who this is." Marth stated calmly as released Roy from his grasp and turned his attention back to his bed. Marth reached out and slowly grasped his blanket. Both swordsmen clenched their eyes shut and then took deep breaths before Marth quickly removed the blankets from his own bed. As they both opened their eyes, their bodies went completely stiff.
The man underneath the blankets was none other than a much decapitated plumber, Mario.
Both swordsmen suddenly began to scream in fear as they stared down in horror at the dead plumber. It was then that one of Mario's arms fell of the bed and onto Marth's foot. Marth paused with his screaming for a second as he stared down in complete horror at Mario's arm and then proceeded to scream again.
The two swordsmen continued to scream, but had not realized nor remembered that the walls were not very sound proof sometimes. So the potential of someone waking up and coming to yell at them for being awakened by loud screams at such an early hour was from their minds. That is until Marth suddenly heard loud knocks coming from outside their door.
"HEY! SHUT THE HELL UP IN THERE! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" The angry voice shouted from outside the door. Marth's eyes widened as his mind darted to a worst case scenario involving the guy outside kicking the door in to yell at them and suddenly seeing Mario's corpse and then screaming and running off to call the police. If they were to be arrested this… then most likely… he would go to jail…. with Roy. And have to share a jail cell…. With Roy.
"DAMNIT! I SAID SHUT UP!" The voice from outside called out once more and continued to pound on the door. Roy continued to scream and showed no signs of ceasing, which only angered the person outside even more. "DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!"
Marth gasped as he turned to Roy and grasped the screaming swordsman by his shoulders once more. "Roy! You've got to calm down! Stop screaming or both of our asses will be in deep trouble!" Marth spoke calmly, hoping to get through to Roy. However, it did not cease the red-head from his screaming. He continued to scream as if it were the end of the world.
"Roy!" Marth shouted once more in an attempt get to Roy's attention away from his fears, which did not work either.
"ROY! SHUT THE HELL UP!" He yelled again. This time shaking the screaming swordsman's shoulders violently, but did not get any new type of response. Roy was still screaming and the angry person outside their door was beginning to shout obscenities at them.
Feeling his meager patience beginning to slip away, Marth was beginning to glare forcefully at Roy. Nothing he said or did was getting the red-head's attention. There was only so much of Roy's screaming that Marth could take. The screaming wasn't making the situation any better and this had gone on long enough. So Marth did the only thing that he could think of. He slapped Roy.
"Roy! You scream louder than any girl I know! Could you scream any louder! Can't you see your gonna get us in trouble with your infernal screaming! Shut the fuck up!" Marth shouted out of pure impatience and frustration. Nor was the look of confusion the Roy had on his face.
"You don't have to scream so loudly, Marth."
"… Me? … Scream loudly? ME SCREAMING LOUDLY! YOU LISTEN HERE, YOU RED-HAIRED PANSY! IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT I'M THE ONE WHO CAN SCREAM THE LOUDEST IN THIS ROOM THEN YOU CAN KISS MY-"
"THAT'S IT! I'M COMING IN!" The angry voice from outside shouted once more and began to grasp onto the doorknob. Marth's eyes quickly darted to the door and then back at Mario's corpse.
"Shit!" Marth blared as he released Roy's shoulders from his grip. However, as soon as Roy was released, he went right back into his panic stricken state.
"Oh God, Marth! What the hell are we gonna do! He's gonna see Mario and call the cops on us and we're gonna go to jail! I don't want wanna go to jail!" Roy blurted out as his wide eyes darted to random places in the room. "Marth! I gotta get out of here!" Roy said as he made a mad dash for the window, which was locked and slightly blocked by a dresser.
"Roy, will you knock it off! If you're planning on escaping through that window then I hope you're planning on committing suicide because WE'RE ON THE FIFTH FLOOR, YOU STUPID BAKA!" Marth shouted in annoyance while watching Roy as he climbed on top of the dresser began to beat desperately onto the window, causing the glass to crack and his fists to start dripping blood. Marth sighed heavily in frustration as he turned back to his bed. He jumped over his bed and tore the blankets off of Roy's bed and threw it over his own bed covering Mario's dead body.
"Roy! Stop hurting yourself and come over here by me! I've got an idea!" Marth commanded as he took a seat on his bedside. Roy, however, wasn't listening and continued to beat on the window, hurting his hands even more. Marth rolled his eyes. "Roy! Will you get over here before I throw you through that window myself!"
The door suddenly came open, snapping Roy out of his panic. Finally, he acknowledge Marth and jumped on the bed next to him and latched onto the blue-haired swordsman arm. Marth's eyes widened as he looked at Roy.
"Let go of me, Roy."
"No! I'm scared!"
"Damnit, Roy…" Marth muttered as he turned to look at the doorway to find a very pissed off Falco Lombardi standing before them. Without knowing exactly what to say to the angered avian, Marth gave Falco an innocent smile and said the first thing that came to his mind. "'Morning, Falco. Uh… Kinda late to be up isn't?"
"SHUT UP!" Falco blared while glaring at the blue-haired swordsman. At that point, he noticed that Roy was latched onto Marth's arm and the blankets were missing from the other empty bed. He also noticed that the window above the dresser was cracked quite badly and showed signs of blood dripping from the cracks. Falco raised his feathery eyebrows and looked back at the two swordsman. It was then that he saw the blood that was trailing from Roy's hands down Marth's arm. As Falco was beginning to ask himself just what the hell was going on in here, Marth's look of innocence turned into curiousity.
"What's wrong, Falco?"
"…. I'm gonna regret asking, but what the hell happened to your window?" Falco questioned as he walked over to examine the window. Marth's stiffened as Falco examined the window. If the avian turned around from where he was standing, then he would surely notice a giant lump in the bed. Quickly, Marth stood up, with Roy still latched onto his arm and went to stand by the bed to where the covered corpse would be blocked from the avian's view. Falco casted a glance at Marth. "Well?"
Marth looked at the cracked and bloody window. 'Ah, Roy. Why in the hell did you have to ….. Ah, geez.' "Roy and I got into a fight and it got somewhat physical." He stated calmly. Roy blinked his eyes in confusion at Marth's statement.
"Marth, what are you talking about? We didn't get into any fi-" Roy's questioning was cut short by Marth's elbow sending a forceful pound into his stomach. Roy chocked back his painful cough. Not wanting to make a scene, but nonetheless, he ended up falling to the floor clutching his stomach and clenching his eyes shut at the pain. While he was lying on his side with his back facing to the other two men, Marth gave a Falco another innocent smile.
"Don't pay any attention to him. He's crazy." Marth said keeping the smile present on his face. Falco watched Roy lay on the floor, clutching his stomach and moaning in pain. The avian just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"He's crazy?... I think your both nuts."
Marth gave a small sigh. "Look, Falco, I'm sorry that we woke you up. Roy and I know you can't sleep through our fights and…" As Marth continued on with his apology, Roy was beginning to feel the pain slowly leaving his body. He slowly opened his eyes at the relief that he was finally feeling. However, his eyes suddenly widened as they met an arm lying before him, which was sleeved with red and was wearing a white glove and was dripping blood from the where it had been sliced off.
Roy gave let out a very audible shriek as he made a move to sit up and get away from the decapitated arm that was still laying on the floor. However, he suddenly remembered that if Falco were to see the arm, then he would know that something was up. So Roy instantly hit the floor again and pretended to moan in pain as he reluctantly grabbed the arm and hid it with his own arms, pretendeding to hug himself in pain.
"You okay, Roy?" Marth asked as he looked down at Roy, who continued to moan in pain. "Oh, com'on. I didn't hit you that hard!" Marth stated, but Roy ignored him. Continuing to clutch at himself and moan in pain. Marth rolled his eyes at Roy and then turned to smile at Falco again.
"He's fine. He does this all the time."
Falco watched Roy for a few seconds before looking at Marth with a strange expression on his face. "I'm willing to bet that this was either just a fight over something stupid or just sex gone wrong. Either way, I really don't want to know what you guys do in here alone by yourselves, but whatever it is, keep it down in here. Some people actually try to sleep at this time of the night!"
"It won't happen again, Falco. We're sorry." Marth said sympathetically. However, it didn't do much to improve Falco's current mood.
"I mean it! Because if I have to come back in here tonight, I'm bringing a shot gun with me!" With that said, Falco stormed out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Marth breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Yes, he's gone! And thank God he didn't ask why Roy's blankets weren't on his bed!" It was then that Roy shrieked very loudly and jumped up from his place on the floor. Tossing Mario's arm onto the bed, Roy ran over to his bed stand and opened the drawer. He pulled out a can of Lysol Disinfectant Spray and proceeded to spray himself with it.
Rolling his eyes at Roy, Marth walked over to the dresser that was blocking the window and pulled open one of the drawers. He began rummaging through it as he spoke. "Roy, we have to do something about Mario."
Roy froze. "He's not going in my bed."
"No! That's not what I meant, you idiot!" Marth growled as he turned his attention away from the dresser and back to his terrified friend. "Look, Mario's not staying in here with us. If Falco or someone else barges in here again tonight and discovers that the 'famous' plumber is really dead, then guess who everyone is going to be pointing they're fingers at?"
"Oh-no! Marth, that's terrible!" Roy said after gasping in fear. Marth gave a sad sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
"I know. Can you imagine how much of a disaster that would turn out to be?"
"It would be the worst thing in the world! I can't believe that everyone would ever point they're fingers at you for this!"
"Yes, I know, Roy. Don't worry, I'm not going to let them blame me for this, I'm-" Marth stopped as he realized what kind of point Roy was getting at. He suddenly rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance. "Roy, did someone drop you on your head when you were little?"
"I doubt it… why?"
As he watched Roy stare at him in curiosity, Marth began to wonder about something. By who's sword did Mario truly suffer from? Him or Roy? The question ran through his head several times as he began to recall what happened earlier. Apparently, he attacked Mario first, but then Roy seemed to have taken over shortly afterwards. In then end, it was Roy's sword that was lodged into Mario's corpse, but did Mario die before or after Roy attacked him. Did Mario die when Marth was attacking him?
'Could it have been me? ….. Was I the one who….. Oh God….. I think it was me! It's all my fault…. I killed Mario…'
"Are you okay, Marth?" Roy questioned the other swordsman with serious concern filling his voice. He had never seen Marth so lost in his thoughts before and was beginning to worry if this situation was a lot worse than it may have seemed. Marth snapped himself out of his train of thoughts and met Roy's eyes. It was then that something else briefly ran through his mind. Something that made him smirk.
'I killed Mario… Or did I?' Marth thought to himself as he went back to rummaging through the open drawer. "Oh, I'm just fine Roy…. Just fine." Marth said as he finally found the two items that he was looking for. He pulled them out and shut the drawer and walked over to Roy. He shoved a first aid kit into Roy's arms, which caused the red-head to look at him in confusion once more.
"What's this for?"
"….. They're for your hands, Roy. You really need to get them cleaned up."
"Oh….. What's the duct tape for?"
Marth, once again, groaned and rolled his eyes. "Well, I figured that since Mario's all dismembered, we could take his arms and tape them to the walls and we could take his legs and tape them to our window to hide the cracks. I also think that his hands would look real nice on our ceiling. Oh, and his head would look great sitting on top of the dresser." The swordsman said as he took notice of the very horrified expression that the red-head was currently wearing on his face. "What the hell do you think we're going to use the duct tape for, you baka!"
"Eugh! I don't want his arms on our walls! That's just wrong!"
Marth just stood there and stared at Roy in pure annoyance. Out of all people in the world, why did Roy not only have to complicate his dreams, but daily life as well?
"It's not that complex, Roy! I'm going to tape Mario's limbs back together! We can't just get rid of him in pieces, ya know!" Marth said before turning his attention to Mario's corpse. He prepared to rip off a long piece of duct tape when something he definitely was not expecting happened. Marth felt two hands grasp onto both of his arms and a forehead being pressed lightly against his back. His eyes widened as he realized that there could only be one person that was doing this.
"Roy, what the hell are you-"
"Marth, I've never been so afraid for you in my life. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I want to protect you with every fiber of my being, Marth. I care for you…. a lot." Roy whispered softly as sweat began to trickle down Marth's forehead. These sudden actions that Roy was showing him were making him unbearable uncomfortable.
'Why in the hell is he doing this! He can't possibly have feelings for…. Oh shit.' Marth thought to himself almost in a frantic panic. Things like this only happened in his dreams and even with that as a known fact, Marth considered every single one of those dreams to be nightmares. This was only confirming his worst fears. Marth wanted nothing more than to get himself out of this situation, but he knew that throwing Roy to the floor and running away screaming his lungs out would only make things worse. So, very reluctantly, he did that only thing he could thing of. Something that he was going to kill himself for later. He went along with it.
"Roy, there's no need to be afraid. Everything's going to be okay. I'll be fine. So don't worry about me okay? We'll both be okay, Roy." Marth spoke softly without turning to face Roy. Both men just stood there. Marth's eyes began to soften as he continued to let Roy lean against him. Much to his surprise, for the first time in a long while, Marth was beginning to feel himself relax. 'Oh God… Why does this feel so…. right?'
"I trust you, Marth. Promise me everything's gonna be okay."
"…. I promise you, Roy. Everything will be fine. Don't be afraid, Roy." Marth said with a small sigh as he felt Roy beginning to relax against him.
"Thanks, Marth."
"Anytime……… Roy?"
"Yes, Marth?"
"…. Please let go of me."
Chapter 7 - 4:01 a.m.
One of them can't sleep out of fear that his stalker will sneak into his bed for pleasure. The other one just can't sleep because of screamers.
One of them is always awake and alert. The other one doesn't want to be and doesn't care.
One of them keeps a weapon underneath his pillow every night. The other one always misplaces his weapon every night.
Whenever a disturbance enters their room, both of them seem to believe that it's just the other making noises for annoyance to each other. However, this was clearly not the case, as the "disturbance" in the room quickly became a frightening problem for the one with the misplaced weapon.
Anyway, there's that chapter. I figured since I had nothing to do for the summer, I'd work on some writings including this one. Sadly, it took a near death experience to get me all of my sudden free time. Take it from me everyone, totaling your only car is not the best way to obtain free time...I seriously do not recommend it (not that it was done on purpose or anything). I mighthaveall the nice free time, but I also have a broken ankle as well. So...yeah. Anyway, if you would like, flame me for the late updates. I don't mind. I use flames to burn stuff. Hehe. Yeah... Oh, and I'm also going take some time and start revising the earlier chapters. The need it, badly x.x. Anyway, till next time. Luv ya!
o.o...
Z. Lombardi