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Impossible.

Pit was seated on the bed, his clenched fists resting on his snowy kneecaps. He was biting his lip out of frustration, and any time soon, they'd start bleeding if he didn't stop. Luckily, Meta Knight noticed as he was a good observer and made his way to Pit's side without saying anything, just to let the angel know that he was there to help, if anything.

Pit glanced at the masked creature and appreciated his presence for a while before suffering inside once again. It hurt to be separated from Ike after that hopeful room assignment, but all because of Captain Falcon wanting things to be 'different' – his dream of being with Ike, just the two of them… it was shattered within milliseconds. And Marth, the person Ike hated the most, had to share a room with him.

Meta Knight, on the other hand, had no idea why Pit was acting that way. He was obviously numb and found no purpose in sympathizing with others. He wasn't very good with it anyway… They both sat there in awkward silence while Pit struggled to fight back the tears so as not to make his roommate worry even more.

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Link completely understood that the females had to be separated from the males when it came to room assignments, but he could not understand why he had to be paired up with someone like R.O.B. The only thing he knew about this dude was that he was one of the smartest students of Smash High, which made him a complete geek. Actually, he didn't even know if this contraption was a male or female. Although the fact that he was with Link probably made him a he, so Link felt stupid for doubting his gender for a moment.

"So uh… which bed do you prefer?" Link broke the stillness because damn, he could not survive any longer in the quiet that surrounded them. R.O.B. responded with a monotone voice. "I don't really mind. I will leave that decision to yourself."

Goddamn… Link wanted to do a facepalm, but instead did it in his head. He had to learn how to adjust to this robo-dude. For chrissake, he'll be staying with him for three days. He couldn't wait to start training so he wouldn't have to force himself to interact with R.O.B. Knowing that he was one of the brightest students also intimidated him, because who knew, R.O.B. could be judging him right now and had probably imprinted in his robo-brain that he was an unintelligent individual. What could be going on in his head, I wonder?

What an unintelligent individual, R.O.B. thought to himself as he attended to his belongings quietly.

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Ten minutes have already passed, yet Marth and Ike continued to glare at each other. They're still fighting over which bed is whose, and not one of them was keen on giving in to the other's wishes. Given that they are rivals, it was inevitable that even the most trivial matter would concern them, such as beds, like now.

"Hey princess… don't act so high and mighty just because you think you're some classy little thing. I don't give a shit about your preferences, so give me that bed now." Marth crossed his arms, showing no sign of giving Ike what he wanted. "We're really wasting time here. Besides, I was the first to enter the room, and I was the first to lay down my things next to this bed. Can't you just accept the fact that it's mine? I really don't want to argue about this."

Ike's eyebrows wrinkled in fury. "And neither do I. Sleep is precious to me. Now, if you won't hand that bed over to me—"

Marth narrowed his eyes at him. "Idiot, I can't hand this thing over to you all by myself." Well, this blunette just took what I said too literally. At that, Ike charged at Marth but the latter was quick to avoid his punch. He swiftly dashed to the side, evading Ike's impulsive attack.

"This was stated in the house rules, wasn't it? No fighting inside the rooms, if you weren't listening. You do know what's bound to happen if you continue, don't you?" Marth threatened Ike, and it worked. The bigger male clenched his teeth in anger.

He then straightened himself, not wanting to face the consequences if he pushed on. "I'll let you go this time, princess. Next time, I won't go easy on you." Marth let out a triumphant "hm" and sat down on the bed he had claimed, victorious. Even though he was sharing a room with the worst person in the whole world, at least he got the better bed and that was something he should be happy about.

Ike unzipped his duffel bag and threw his clothes on the bed, scattering them on the floor as well. Marth, who was also unpacking, shot him a death glare.

"Are you kidding me? Can't you be at least decent with your stuff? I can't tolerate untidiness." Ike scoffed at what Marth had said. "Sucks for you, then. Deal with it. You should be contented with your bed, so don't mess with me on this one." He continued to throw his things around, annoying Marth to the core.

Ike still couldn't believe that he had to share a room with Marth. He couldn't forgive Captain Falcon for that, but he obviously didn't have a choice. As long as he could do what he wanted in this room, then he has no complaints. Marth shouldn't have a problem with that, either. That princess should learn how it's like to be around me.

Marth suppressed his irritation and focused on fixing his things. Three days… he had to keep himself sane. Staying in this room with Ike was probably one of the most grueling situations he ever had to go through, but he had to face this. Ike was someone he knew since he was little, so maybe he could endure some of Ike's habits… after all, he didn't change much. Marth caught a glimpse at Ike.

The burly male was arranging his clothes in a particular order, just like how he would back then. Marth remembered, and for some reason, he found himself smiling at the memory. Ike turned to look at him, and saw the lingering smile on his face.

"Hey you… what are you smiling at?" Ike asked, weirded out a little at the sight of Marth's face all lit up. Marth's expression immediately changed to a frown. "Nothing…" Marth looked to the side, ashamed. "It was just that… I saw you did that before you left," he muttered. Ike heard that, and was taken aback at his observation. He didn't know what to say.

Before he could utter, Marth stood up, excusing himself. "I'll just take a breather." He stepped out of the room, leaving Ike in a whirl of emotions. What was that just now? Ike stared at the pile of clothes he had arranged according to color – ROYGBIV, the way he always did ever since he was a kid. For someone like Ike, it was admittedly strange for him to do such a thing, considering that he was a messy person in general.

Ike sighed and prevented himself from recalling the past. He didn't want to think about that just because Marth triggered him. It was already enough that he did so during the time when he was training by himself at the gym one late evening.

Meanwhile, Marth casually walked along the corridor, familiarizing himself with the resort's interior. Since they would be staying here for only a few days, he would make the most out of his time to appreciate the place. At that moment, a loud, dragging noise sounded, bringing him to cover his ears.

Everyone burst out from their rooms, wondering where it was coming from. It turned out to be Captain Falcon's doing, and he was standing with a megaphone in his hand. As usual, he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Listen up, children! Prepare your weapons, because training will start in five minutes. I will see you all at the gym behind the resort by then. Oh and by the way, Snake will be there with me." The noise died down with his announcement and he vanished as fast as lightning.

The students quickly gathered their artillery and wore the necessary attire suited for training. The fact that Snake was going to be there gave them the urgency to dress up as fast as they could. Marth returned to his room in an instant and opened the door wide.

It seemed that Ike wasn't able to catch the announcement, because he was still busy sorting out his clothes. Marth rolled his eyes and hurried to get his sword, Falchion. "Hey Steamed Tofu, better get moving because training will start in five minutes."

Ike turned around with an annoyed expression on his face. "What? We don't get some rest time or something? We just got here and barely settled down! And also, quit it with that nickname, Fried Dumpling." Marth expected a complaint from Ike's whiny mouth, so he wasn't surprised. "I know, but Sir Snake's going to be there, so I suggest you get ready now."

"Oh shit," Ike exclaimed and rushed to pick up Aether from the side of his bed. He adjusted the green headband wrapped around his head before stepping out of the room with Marth ahead of him. Suddenly, an idea hit him out of nowhere and he didn't know where it came from, and why it had popped into his head.

"Marth!"

The blunette looked over to see Ike grinning mischievously at him. Did he just call me by my name?

Ike came up to him and went into a running stance. Marth knew what that meant. It all came back to him – the grass beneath their feet, the birds chirping in the distance, the leaves swaying with the breeze.

Marth went in the same position and welcomed the nostalgic feeling.

"Ready?"

Ike chuckled. "Always."

It was as if they were back in that garden again, competing for the fastest runner amongst themselves. It was one of the playful competitions they held between them as kids, and a pastime they have always treasured.

A smile crept onto Marth's face. The same words, spoken in the present time.

On cue, they ran at full speed towards the gym, reliving the race from their childhood days.

Ooohh, them hints of flashbacks though. I'll give you guys more of those soon in the later chapters. Hope you're looking forward to 'em!