Began Typing: 8:23 PM 6/15/2008 -
Posted: 7/11/2008
Revamped: 7/18/2008
Okay, I think I confused some people with this chapter initially. I'll try to clear it up by adding some stuffs. Alright, from now on, the name OUTSIDE the parenthesis is the look of the person and INSIDE the parenthesis is the person's attitude. Okay...let's see if I can work this out. Sorry about the confusion!
At Sixes and Sevens- Chapter Three (Heart Swap)
He woke up happily, as his headache was now gone and threw his feet over the side of the bed climbing down the ladder. He couldn't help but be slightly irritable as his feet pounded roughly across the floor. What was he, a mammoth or something? He shrugged, heading into the bathroom where he was greeted with a most unwanted sight.
Ike stared back in the mirror. He moved his left hand. He moved his left hand. He took a step to the right. Ike took a step to the right. He touched the glass of the mirror, to make sure it was still there. Ike copied. Definitely still a mirror.
He reached up, pulling his hair into his line of vision. Not his. He rubbed his arm muscles. Not his. He touched his crown, then found a headband. Not his. He immediately reentered the room, shaking Marth. "What is it?" The prince asked groggily.
"I do not know what you did or what you are trying to pull, but I want my body back!"
"What?"
Marth blinked. Was he looking at himself? He rubbed his eyes. Nope. That was him. "This is all a bad dream..." He mumbled.
"No, it is not."
"What happened?"
"No idea. Let us get the facts straight, though. I am in your body and you are in mine...what do we do about this?"
"Let's ask Dr.Mario!"
"No!" Ike argued. "No one can know!"
"Why?"
"Well...who would believe us? No, we'll fix this on our own."
"You have to be joking..."
The two blue haired men stared at each other, realizing a detrimental flaw in their new plan. They knew absolutely nothing about each other. Ike(Marth) sighed, running his hand through his newly spiky hair. He disliked this body...He knelt down at Marth's bag in the corner, beginning to rummage through it for some item of mild significance. Marth(Ike) watched, standing up from the bed. He was surprise at the minimal noise his feet made as he moved swiftly across the room. He only looked down when he stepped on Ike's cape. "Oops, sorry, princess."
Ike(Marth) shot him a glare and Marth(Ike) flinched. He had never really realized how terrifying a glare from himself could be. "You MUST desist from calling me that, as I am now in you."
Marth(Ike) smiled cheerily as Ike(Marth) yanked the torn cape out from underneath him. "Look, I am going to discuss something with Master Hand, okay? Stay. Out. Of. My. Stuff."
Marth(Ike) shrugged as Ike(Marth) left. He may be in his fun-loving body, but he was still a total tight ass. So, Marth(Ike), unable to think of anything better to do, took leave of the room and headed down the hall towards the lounge. Link was headed right for him. Marth(Ike) was sure to make use of his new light and whispy voice, warping his voice to be in his best gay impression. "Hey thexy man."
Link swerved about ten feet, a look of total and utter panic on his face until he finally smacked into the pillar protruding from the wall. Marth(Ike) laughed deviantly. He had a new goal: To appear as gay as possible in the (hopefully) short time he would be in Marth's body. As he arrived in the lounge, he saw his next target, Captain Falcon. The captain just sat there on the couch, oblivious to Marth's(Ike's) presence in the room. He would make a perfect victim.
Marth(Ike) plopped himself down next to him on the couch, being sure to accidentally bump Falcon's thigh with his finger tips. Captain Falcon looked at him, then smiled. "Welcome back, Marth. How was your break from the tournament?"
"Lonely without you, Captain." Marth(Ike) giggled shyly, batting his eyes.
Captain Falcon reacted unexpectedly to this. He grinned slyly. "Are you...interested in me?" He asked.
"??" Marth(Ike) tried not to let his surprise show. After all, Cap's nipples were outside his clothes, how could he NOT be gay? "O-of course! Who wouldn't be?"
"Then how about a date?"
Marth(Ike) couldn't believe his dumb luck. He would make Marth look even more like a homo in no time. "Sure. When?"
"Tonight, karoke lounge?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"That works for me. I'll see you then." Cap left in a few moments.
The next thing Marth(Ike) knew, he was surrounded by Peach and Zelda. "What're you doing, Marth?!" Peach hissed. "He's a total asshole."
"Seriously, Marth," Zelda whispered, putting her hand on his arm. "Remember last year? He chased Samus all the time!"
"He doesn't seem so bad..." Marth(Ike) mumbled.
"Marth, we won't judge you if you're like that, but you told us you wouldn't have sex with an asshole who wouldn't call." Zelda reminded him. "I know you're a romantic. Just...don't let him soil you tomorrow, okay?"
Marth(Ike) blinked. "Would I usually be comfortable doing this sort of action with males?"
"...Actually...no. You never mentioned your sexual preference. No offense but...Peach and I assumed you were gay."
Marth(Ike) shrugged. "Me too..."
Marth(Ike) suddenly felt a presence behind him, an ominous presence that spoke low and threateningly in his ear. "What are you doing Marth?" Extra emphasis on Marth.
Marth(Ike) jumped and looked over his shoulder. Ike(Marth) stood there, looking indignant but nonetheless with his hands behind his back, rather properly. "So...uh...how did the talk with Master Hand go?" Marth(Ike) stuttered.
Ike(Marth) gave him an indecipherable look. "Wonderful. Our...situation can be explained by a simple phenomina caused by a...uh...I believe the term was Pokemon."
"A-ah...I'll see you back in the room, okay?"
Ike(Marth) stared at him suspiciously for a moment before stalking off. Marth(Ike) sighed, turning back to Peach and Zelda. They were still watching Ike(Marth). "Wait, Marth!" Peach tugged his arm. "If you're going to be gay, go for him!"
Marth(Ike) began to cough. "Wh-What!!"
"Wait," Zelda interrupted, "isn't that Ike? You were talking about him just the other day..."
"I was?"
"Yeah. He's such an ass. Luckily, Master Hand is letting you advance anyways, for his behavior. Speaking of which, how's you head?"
"F-fine..."'Ass? Why does that hurt so much?'
The rest of the day, Marth(Ike) traveled about with Peach and Zelda, figuring out everything he had felt for a long time. Turns out they knew very little about him under a superficial level. They mentioned once or twice that he would disappear and they could hear him crying. Marth(Ike) found himself feeling increasingly guilty. Turns out the prince had already been broken and was struggling to collect the pieces.
Marth(Ike) lay on the bottom bunk, staring up at where his original body lay. It was generally silent in their room, as the other smashers were now asleep. "Hey...princess?"
An aggravated sigh. "Yes?"
"What happened that makes you cry?"
"...Where did you hear that from?"
"Peach and Zelda. They-!"
"Listen carefully because I will not repeat myself. It is no one's business but my own. No one will ask and you will be unable to tell because Marth does not share his past anyways."
"My father's name is Greil." Marth(Ike) retaliated, "and my mother died when I was young. I'm the head of a mercenary battalion and I work for Queen Elincia of Crimea."
"Thanks for the background, but i'm not telling you anything."
"But I just told you everything!"
"I have no obligation to you. Now, what were you up to all day today?"
"Not much...oh, I have a date with Captain Falcon tomorrow."
Ike's face appeared over the top bunk, looking alarmed. "WHAT!?"
"Ssh, people are sleeping, princess."
"I KNEW I should not have left you alone in my body! Can you cancel?"
"That wouldn't be very proper of a prince to do."
Ike's face disappeared. "Fine, but I am going with you so he does not try to kiss my body or anything."
Marth(Ike) huffed. "Fine."
Later-ish-
The next morning confused all of the smashers as Marth(Ike) seemed to have lost all manners at the breakfast table and Ike(Marth) seemed to have gained them all, along with a total ignorance of the slob across the table. Ike(Marth) closed his eyes impatiently. "Do you HAVE to eat like such a slob?" Ike(Marth) questioned Marth(Ike)...which was a bit backwards.
Marth(Ike) paused before answering, "yes," and continued to eat.
More Later-
Marth(Ike) arrived early to the karaoke lounge. He insisted that he and Captain Falcon walk arm-in-arm through the parking lot. He couldn't help but grin when he saw Ike(Marth) inside, eyes widened and mouth gaping in fear and repulse. He immediately stood and pulled Marth(Ike) away by his arm from Captain Falcon who cried, "HEY!"
"WHAT are you WEARING!?" He hissed.
"You like it?" Marth(Ike) asked. He wore the most repulsive outfit Ike(Marth) had ever seen on his own body. It could be described as 'Little-Bo-Peep'. Bonnet and all. And pink. "I chose it myself."
"Drag!?" Ike(Marth) exclaimed. "No! Take it off, now!"
Marth(Ike) couldn't help but miss this opportunity to appear gay. He stated, a little loudly, "wait until tonight, Ikey-poo."
Ike(Marth) stuttered incoherently as the whole lounge stared at him, eyes wide. "He...we-we are not...uhm..." Ike(Marth) sat down again, quietly.
Marth(Ike) waved bye and sat down across from Captain Falcon at a small table. Marth's(Ike's) eyes were attracted to the stage where the karaoke station sat untouched. He pat Cap's hand softly. "I'll be right back." He smiled deviantly.
"Where are you going?" Cap asked curiously. "You're not with that Ike guy, are you?"
"No, no. I just want to sing you a song."
"Oh...I'm flattered."
Marth(Ike) stepped up on stage, the whole restaurant facing him now. "Hello everyone," he announced in the mic, "tonight I would like to sing a song to Captain Falcon, who I love VEWY much. Thank you." He was sure to catch Ike's(Marth's) repulsed face, grinning triumphantly.
As Marth(Ike) flicked the song on, he frowned in distaste as Ike(Marth) stood abruptly, approaching the stage. "What're you doing!?" Marth(Ike) hissed. "Get my ass off the stage!"
The synth began to play as Ike(Marth) ripped his shirt off, the crowd's eyes widening, including Marth's(Ike's). "You want to take me down," he whispered, grabbing the spare mic, "I am taking you down with me." He suddenly stated into the mic. "I would like to assist my smoochy-poo, Marth-ie baby, in this song by making it a duet!" Awes came from the girls. "Let me win you back, baby!"
Marth(Ike) looked disgruntled. The only way to fix his reputation was to out gay himself. God this was bad. "We'll see." Marth(Ike) answered.
"And even as I wonder, I'm keeping you in sight." Ike(Marth) began.
"You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter's night." Marth(Ike) responded, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. He was being out-gayed horribly. He never realized what a great singing voice he had.
"And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might!" They sang in harmony. Ike(Marth) collapsed to one knee, holding Marth's(Ike's) hand.
Suddenly Marth's(Ike's) worst fear came true. Ike(Marth) went solo. "Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore!"
Marth(Ike) cut in, feeling exactly what he sang. "I've forgotten what i'd started fighting for." 'Cause now i'm losing.
"And if I have to crawl upon the floor," Ike(Marth) continued, falling to both knees, "come crashing through your door; Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore!"
Marth(Ike) added his own touch, pulling Ike close to him. "Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore!" Hold the last note as long as possible and imagine Ike's(Marth's) face. He may've been out-gayed.
The crowd clapped and Ike(Marth) and Marth(Ike) gave each other a glare that looked remotely like a lover's stare from far away. "You bastard." Ike(Marth) grumbled. "Not only did you destroy any code of ethics I had set up, but now you have gone and hurt Captain Falcon's feelings..."
Marth(Ike) grinned. "Hey...was that...fun...for you too?"
Ike(Marth) suddenly pulled away from him. "Absolutely not."
Marth(Ike) chased him off the stage, walking next to him in an uncomfortable silence back to Smash Manor. "Oh..." Ike(Marth) suddenly began, "sorry about the torn shirt. It may've been a bit...overboard."
"Hey, I think I out-gayed you."
"Congratulations on coming out of the closet."
Marth(Ike) rolled his eyes. "Why're you always so cold, anyways? Even Peach and Zelda know nothing about who you really are."
"C'mon, tell me. I'm in your body, right?"
"It is none of your business."
"Um...hello? Your body?!"
"...please leave me alone..." His voice was cracking.
Marth's(Ike's) eyes widened. "Don't you cry in my body!"
Ike(Marth) suddenly turned on his heel and ran off the other direction. Marth(Ike) rubbed the back of his head. God, he always said the wrong things...Marth(Ike) lay down on the bottom bunk, his own bag in the corner catching his eye. It was Marth's stuff, not his...but he WAS Marth. He crawled over to the sack, prying open the drawstrings. There were a few items in it: A photo album, a small diary, and a few books. Marth seemed to be quite literary oriented.
Marth(Ike) pulled out the photo album flipping it open to the first page. A family of four stared back. An old man with greying hair stared at him with a rough gaze, his large frame dominating half of the picture. Next to him was a petite woman with blond hair, her mouth a thin line. In the front of the picture were two children, the male younger and resembling Marth highly. He only looked about fourteen. The female wore a tiara, not unlike the one he had seen perched on Marth's head day after day. Infact, it was still there. He assumed it was hers.
He flipped the page, seeing a large castle with an emblem on every flag that was often displayed on the back on Marth's cape. He really was a prince...
He flipped the page once again, his eyes widening. This had to be the most disturbing page of the album. The castle was burning, the flames licking the sky as a foreign flag was mounted before it. It was an artist's illustration, apparently. The next picture was genuine. The man from the previous picture seemed to have a giant hole gaping through him, blood drooling from his mouth. He felt himself growing nauseous. The next picture was of Marth himself. He had likely dropped the camera. The look on the boy's face pierced Ike's heart, a look of shock and all dreams being crushed. In a picture nearby, a woman's legs were sticking out from behind the couch. Probably the old female in the previous picture. The largest picture was of a dragon behind the younger female, owner of the tiara, passed out on the floor before it.
Although he was afraid to flip the page, he did. These were just pictures of people. Two knights wrestling who wore red and green Temple armor, rivaling their hair colors. A lean and a muscular swordsman, discussing what appeared to be battle tactics. Two green haired boys sitting by the river. The old man in paladin's armor giving what appeared to be a sixteen year old Marth a crushing hug. It was sentimentally labeled, 'My friends, My army.'
He felt something wet on his cheeks. He sat up surprised. He let his fingers touch his cheeks. The body supressed these memories...and when they were realized, it sobbed. Why? What was so sad about these people? Everyone was smiling...
The door opened behind him and he heard Ike(Marth) sniffling. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. "What are you doing!?" He roared.
Marth(Ike) hopped to his feet. "Princess...er...Prince Marth..."
"No! Sh-shut up!"
"What's the matter, Pr-!"
"Please!" Ike's(Marth's) eyes gleamed with tears. "Why would you go through my stuff?!"
"I wanted to know why you're so sad..."
"I told you, it's none of your business!"
Marth(Ike) winced. "Please quit screaming. You should rest." This was a delicate situation and he always screwed those up.
"Promise me you will stay our of my stuff!"
"Fine, fine, I promise! I'm sorry..."
Ike's(Marth's) eyes widened. "Y-you...apologized?"
Marth(Ike) blinked. "Well...yes. That's what you do when you hurt somebody, right?"
"What about when we first met...with the door?"
"I'm sorry for that, too. I was being an ass."
Marth(Ike) was relieved when Ike chuckled. "Thank you..." Ike(Marth) grumbled. "I just wanted to...to hear that..."
"Get some rest, Marth."
Ike(Marth) smiled. "It is odd to hear that from myself."
Marth(Ike) shrugged. "There's not much I can do about that."
"Goodnight, Ike."
Marth(Ike) nodded. "Goodnight, Marth."
Both lay down in their respective bunks and Marth(Ike) frowned, staring up at his old body. Aside from wondering when he would return to it, he worried for Marth. He was weak. Wait, since when did he care about Marth? Since about two hours ago when he sang an out-gaying contest with himself. Had he really come out of the closet?
Marth(Ike) pushed these thoughts from his head. He would get some sleep now. If he felt the same way tomorrow, he'd figure it out then.
Yeah...longest chapter I think I've done so far. I hope you enjoy the touchy-feely side of this relationship. Hah! How's that for fun? Probably the most angsty chappie of all...yesh. Disclaimer goes here.