Behold, I give you chapter seven! It may seem a bit late, but hey, at least I updated it, right? Lol have fun reading the new chap, guys. I hope it's worth reading..
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Marth neatly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and shoved it in his back pocket. He silently thanked for the food and went back to his conversation with Zelda. "I see. That's really amazing."
Zelda giggled. "Yes it is." Marth glanced at his watch.
"Mm, what does the time say?" asked the elf princess. Marth looked at her and replied. "12:54."
She nodded and decided to start another topic. "Have you had Sir Snake already?" Marth then remembered about their teacher's strict instructions.
"Speaking of him, he's going to be our next teacher." Upon hearing this, Zelda widened her eyes. "You have to go back to your classroom now. And I mean NOW."
Marth was kind of surprised with her sudden emphasis but he didn't question her; he nodded his head and faced Pit. "Let's hurry, Pit. I think Sir Snake starts the lesson early."
"Really?"
"I think so. Let's go." They both stood up and took their trays with them.
Awhile ago
Ike sucked the remaining juice in the small carton and threw it in a trash bin far away from them which successfully went in. Link punched his muscular arm in awe. "Whoa dude, how did you do that?" Meta Knight nodded, also wanting to know how he got it in.
Ike just shrugged. "I… think you just have to have good accuracy? Eh, I don't know, really."
"Ahhh…" Link said in fascination. He got his empty juice carton and threw it but it barely touched the trash bin. He looked down in frustration. "Am I the only one who sucks at everything?"
Ike laughed and patted his best friend's back. "Nah, that's okay. I know you'll improve."
Meta Knight wanted to try it too. He finished his juice and threw it at the bin where Ike threw his. It nearly didn't shoot, but it fell in.
"Good job," Ike complimented.
"Thank you," Meta Knight said in a low voice. Link and Ike looked at each other in shock.
"D-Did he just talk?" stuttered Link.
"I have no idea." They looked at the masked creature.
"Your voice… it's actually low!" Link stared at him while Ike grinned. "I didn't expect it to be that low. But hey, that's cool."
Meta Knight bowed a little for getting so many compliments from the two. Well, it was his turn to not expect that. "Anyway. Did you guys have Sir Snake already?"
All of a sudden, Meta Knight widened his eyes and quickly fixed his tray. Ike saw him move in a hurry and raised his eyebrow questioningly. "Why are you hurrying up?"
Meta Knight pointed at the clock on the wall while Ike followed the direction of where his finger was pointing. The time said 12:54. "But it ain't 1:00 yet."
Link interrupted. "Dude, he starts the lesson early!"
Now Ike did widen his eyes. "Holy shit man why didn't you tell me?" He gathered his dirty dish and utensils and placed them on his tray. "Come on, Meta! I don't want to get beaten up on the first day of classes!"
Ike and Meta Knight breezily ran past the students of Smash High when Marth and Pit caught up to them. The four were running alongside each other, Marth and Ike throwing glares once in a while. The two competitors ran faster, leaving their roommates behind them. Meta Knight sighed while Pit watched them in confusion.
Ike glanced at Marth and scoffed at him. "You're too slow. Is that the best you can do?" he yelled.
Marth raised his eyebrow at him in a teasing manner and let out an are-you-kidding-me laugh. "So you want me to go faster?" he yelled back. The students who were at their lockers were watching them in ease, wanting to know who would win.
"Yeah, go ahead. Let's see how you'll do, Fried Dumpling." Marth smirked in confidence and picked up speed, gaining against his foe. Ike wrinkled his eyebrows and ran even faster. He tied with Marth and snickered. "Is that all?"
Marth shook his head. "No. I was just playing along."
Ike scowled. "You stupid… give it your best, princess! I don't like it when you laze about!"
This guy must be nuts, thought Marth. "Are you sure that you want me to go really, really fast?"
"Hell yeah!" Ike shouted.
"Are you sure?"
"I SAID YES, YOU IDIOT—"
"Well then…" Marth wore a smug smile and started running in an abnormally fast pace. "See you later, Steamed Tofu!" He did a salute and continued to run in amazing speed. Ike cursed under his breath and gave it all he got. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he ran with all his might. He was way behind Marth now – the blunette was running like a crazy cheetah. He couldn't catch up – his speed was nothing compared to that – he continued running when he finally arrived at their classroom.
He stopped to catch his breath, panting so hard it hurt his lungs. His sweat dripped on the floor as he looked up to see Marth smiling devilishly down at him.
"You really like challenging me, don't you? You never win anyway."
He frowned and straightened himself. "Tch, at least I can run. I have a built body, strong enough to move almost anything. That's enough, isn't it?"
Marth flinched at his comment and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Say what you want to say, Steamed Tofu. I won, and that's that." Out of the blue, Marth caught a glimpse of Ike's sweat trickling down his neck in slow motion. It looked rather sexy, for some reason…
Marth widened his eyes and slapped his forehead. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, MARTH LOWELL."
Ike tilted his head in puzzlement and crossed his arms. "Are you talking to yourself?"
Marth took out his hand and gave Ike an icy glare. What do you care?" He trudged inside the classroom in embarrassment and sat down on his seat. Sexy? What the hell? He rested his head on his hands and sighed heavily. He must have run too fast, making him think such things.
Ike entered and sat a chair away from him when Meta Knight and Pit arrived at the door. They hurriedly went to their chairs when a bunch of students appeared at the door. They were pushing each other in a panic, making their way to their seats. Right after the hassle, Snake appeared by the window and tumbled like a true spy inside the classroom, leaving his helipad flying away. He slowly stood up and looked around him with narrowed eyes.
"So I see that no one's late today."
He walked up to the front and slammed his papers on the table.
"Okay, let's start."
OH MY GOD MARTH YOU PERV. *facepalm*