What Becomes of a Swordsman Chapter 2: Then Came the Fire, a super smash brothers fanfic

Chey: Hola muchachos! Soooooooo...I was doodling today during 1st period and I was inspired to actually touch this bad-boy up and submit. I'm anticipating SSBB...which reminded me..I have people that actually wanna read my stuff! OO Surprise surprise..

Marth: Mmhmm...Just like you to leave this wonderful fans waiting...for, oh..about half a year? --

Chey: ;-; I'M SO SORRY GUYS! I'm typing the 3rd chapter tonight...atleast I'm starting on it! Don't kill me. (Yeah, I know I type in short chapters...but I like keeping my ideas seperate, so, I split each one up.)

What Becomes of a Swordsman

Chapter 2: Then Came the Fire

'So, it's going to be like this?' Marth thought to himself as he walked up the spiral staircase that led up to the rooms each Smasher had been assigned.

Deep in his gut, the prince was being torn up with inflating anxiety. He wasn't so sure if accepting his invitation was such a good idea anymore. Back in Altea, no one really got close enough to him to truly know who he was, no matter what they themselves assumed. Times were hard there, but for some reason he felt as if meeting all these new people would be harder.

His slender hand reached for the door handle to the room labeled with a solid number 5. With the silver knob right near his grasp, the door creaked open where he noticed a single blue eye peering at him from the inside of the room. "Ah..the pretty-boy.."

Marth frowned but after a moment the figure on the other side of the door moved out of the way and the door opened fully. His eyes met with the shorter male's and they both blinked, stuck in an awkward silence for a bit until the Altean spoke up with a timid, "Excuse me.."

Roy smirked and stepped aside, shutting the door after the other fellow made his way inside. He watched as the blue-haired man kept his distance while organizing his things in a way which seemed compulsive. After some time in silence, the slightly stalkier one chuckled. "Just so you know, I wasn't laughing at you earlier."

"It doesn't matter," was the simple reply first given by Marth as he hung a glistening breastplate of armor up on a hook near his claimed bed. After unconsciously fixing his bangs in the reflection the armor gave off, he turned and gazed in the teen's direction. "It's not like I haven't heard worse.."

"Maybe if you cut that hair of y"

"Excuse me?" Marth retorted, "If you actually brushed your hair, it would be longer than mine."

Roy's brows rose up to the edge of his headband and he seemed to puff up a bit in the cheeks. He wanted to shoot back with a smug reply, but he knew that the one before him was correct in his statement. "Well, uhh…," he began, coughing once to try and cloak his stutter. "Ahh,..forget it! No good, royal piece..," Roy muttered, flopping over on his roommate's bed.

Marth sighed, watching the younger one with a stern gaze. "That's mine.." he stated.

The firey teen grabbed the items Marth had placed on the bed previously and flung them off in his own little temper tantrum. After the final item, the Falchion, clattered on the floor, the two made eye contact..and in an instant, Marth snatched the sword off the ground. Upon straightening, the glaring tip of the blade was right at the younger male's throat.

"I'll have you know," the prince began, " I wont tolerate having a little boy as my roommate."

With a snarl, Marth drew back the blade a turned around, making a move toward the other bed that had previously been Roy's.

" And I--gyah! " Marth clattered the the ground, falling under the stout form of Roy that had tackled him with hot-headed temperment.

"And I'll have you know that I've handled men twice your size with three times your skill, your highness!" The general retorted, grabbing his target's head in a lock against the breastplate of the Pharaen armour he donned.

The two men clashed and wrestled about on the floor of their shared room. The clatter of Roy's armour both their limbs could be heard throughout the majority of the mansion. After the first few moments, the legendary hero of time, known as Link, clambered up the staircase with a bag chocked full of various projectiles. He started around to the room marked in a golden number five, but his concern got the best of him.

Link plopped the back down and hurried to the next room over; the source of the commotion. He shoved open the door to see the two in a tangle of firsts, shins, and utter rage.

"Whoa, guys!" he called, seeing the disposition of them both before running in and jerking the two apart by the gatherings of their cloaks. "What's going on?" He said in the calmest voice he could while trying to hold two flustered men apart.

Link: -sigh- Yeah, a cliff hanger as soon as I get to be in it...

Chey: Don't worry, there will be more of teh Link! So we're beginning to open up on the character's personalities...or are we?

Roy: As long as you don't wait another half year to finish a pathetic excuse for a chapter! D

Chey: -() Review, por favor? 3