Sorry for the long wait, people! I was busy the past few days, so I apologize for the late chapter. I usually post fast... oh well. Enjoy this chapter. :)

I have already passed on the Marth/Ike virus to two of my friends already! They now ship them. *winkwink* Do the same, spread the love!

Ike strode with Meta Knight to their respective classrooms, yawning and stretching all the way. He had a toothpick in his mouth (for some reason) and played with it in boredom. Once he reached the classroom, he slid the door open and saw the person who he didn't want to see the most: his forever rival, Marth Lowell. He rolled his eyes at such a sight and headed over to his seat which was… one chair away from Marth.

Oh, great.

He sat down in an impolite manner with his legs spread open and hands behind his head. He stared at the blackboard, kind of still in slumber land when Marth turned his head to face him in disgust.

"Would you please fix your sitting position? Don't you have any manners at all?" he spoke icily with emphasis.

Ike, still in a sleepy mood (which means serious business of total grumpiness), faced the blunette and took the toothpick out of his mouth. "What do you care, you moron?"

Pit, who sat in between the two, closed his eyes in fear. No, he didn't want this to happen. Not here, not now, not with him in between!

"You—! I said watch your words, you merce—"
"SHUT UP, PRINCESS. You wouldn't want to mess with me right now. Not when I'm sleepy as shit."
"How dare you interrupt me! Oh, I will mess with you alright—"
"S-Stop, please!"

Pit was looking down in despair with his eyes closed, not wanting to see the argument.
"Please… I… I don't like it when you two are fighting…"

Ike and Marth both looked at him in confusion.
"Eh? Shouldn't you be used to it by now?" asked Ike, totally clueless. Marth remained quiet, throwing glares at Ike every once in a while.

"Because…" Pit fidgeted in his seat. "…I'm in between the two of you, so I can't…"

Marth, being insensitive to the angel's feelings, immediately felt guilty.
"Oh, oh God, I'm so sorry, Pit, I didn't mean to…" He shot Ike a death glare but his rival ignored it. Ike rested his hand on Pit's shoulder and sighed.
"Sorry for causing you trouble, kiddo. Next time this happens, just tap me and I'll automatically stop. Just for you."

Pit turned red after hearing what Ike just said. He quickly brought his head down to the table so his crush wouldn't see him blush like crazy.

"Th-thanks. You can leave me in peace now…" muttered Pit, awkward with the whole situation. Ugh, he couldn't control his emotions. Those beautiful eyes of Ike just hypnotize him. And his voice…
He shuddered. What was he thinking? He banged his head on his desk repeatedly, making Marth and Ike widen their eyes.

"H-Hey, what's happening to you, Pit?" asked Marth worriedly. Ike bit his lip and slowly let go of the suicidal angel, leaving him in Marth's care instead and placed his feet on top of the table. He wore a blowfish face when their first teacher came in the classroom. Okay, he hadn't really entered yet because it seemed like he was stuck in the doorway again…

"Ah, Sir Dedede!"

Marth stood up in a flash, ready to help their overweight teacher. He started walking to the red-robed duck when he felt a strong hand on his chest, stopping him from going any further. He gazed at the hand and looked up to see Ike smirking at him in a playful manner. He flushed a little at Ike's hand that was on his chest and tried to wear a pissed-off face.

"Sit down, princess. I'm the teacher's pet now," said Ike teasingly.
Marth wrinkled his eyebrows at him. The burly male just grinned and did a peace sign as he treaded towards King Dedede. The teacher's face lightened up once he saw the man who helped him yesterday.

"Ah, my son! Ike, isn't it?"
Ike nodded and held his teacher's hand… or was it a hand?

"Okay, imma get you outta here, sir."
In one swift motion, he pulled King Dedede free from the doorway and wore his attractive smile. "Ayt, there ya go. You fine, sir?"
The grateful duck shook Ike's hand vigorously as his way of thanks. "Oh, thank you thank you. Let's start the class now, shall we?"

Ike wore a smug smile on his face and obediently went back to his seat. Marth, who had been watching him, narrowed his eyes at Ike.

"Where did you get all that strength?" he asked curiously.
Ike just shrugged. "I dunno. Why do you wanna know?"

Marth got taken aback and turned red. He passed a hand over his face and shook his head.

"No particular reason. I just wanted to know. Is it bad to ask?"
Ike let out the air from his lungs. "It's none of your business anyway."
Marth, embarrassed, looked down. "…r-right."

Ike glanced at the blue-haired man whose head was down and faced front front while Pit admired his seatmate who he has been crushing on for years and smiled.

He's got strong arms… he's truly admirable. He continued to gaze at Ike when their eyes met. Pit stopped moving and stared at Ike which felt like forever when Ike smiled.

"Hm? What you looking at, Pit?"
Pit felt his face redden so he turned away.

"N-Nothing. It's just that… your hair is nice today."
"Really?" Ike patted the top of his head and sifted his hair in a smooth way. "Haha, thanks.

Pit turned even redder at the sight of Ike brushing up his hair when he realized that Marth had been looking at him. He didn't know what to say but Marth probably had something like this in mind: My lips are completely sealed shut, Pit. Don't worry, no one will know about it.
Pit understood Marth's message and slightly nodded. Thank you.
Marth winked gracefully (even he can wink gracefully?) and listened to today's lesson from King Dedede. Ugh, algebra. Pit totally sucked at anything that involved equations and problem solving.

I'm having a hard time writing the next chapter but I will finish it as soon as possible!